Addiction (2/?)
Title: Addiction (2/?)
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: OT5 (eventually, and everything in between xD
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: werewolves being werewolves, a bit of violence but nothing extreme.
Summary: Changmin gets a new pet, cage and all.
A/N: Um, sort of sequel to a past fic titled Fixation. So werewolf!au :D Also, link to the previous chapter because it’s been long enough that you’ll need it D:
Fear begins to radiate from the boy in waves, the smell of it enticing but sharp. He stops trying to feign sleep, eyes popping open and going wide. He doesn’t dare move but Changmin can feel him trembling beneath his touch. The smell of fear is almost as tempting as the smell of meat and blood, but not quite. Changmin isn’t one to hesitate when it comes to things that are so obviously prey, but the large brown eyes peering at him from within the dim confines of the cage make him pause. There’s more pleading in that gaze than only fear - but pleading for what?
He beckons the boy forward, closer until his face is nearly pressed up against the thick wooden bars that cage him. His eyes are averted, unable to hold Changmin’s gaze. The smell of fear spikes in the air and isn’t the only one who notices. Just behind him, he can hear Jaejoong’s heartbeat quicken. “What’s your name, little one?”
The boy swallows audibly and Changmin can almost see the way the word lodges in his throat, so very close to the pulse that pounds just beneath the skin. Hehasn’t looked away or cowered back in fear and oddly enough, Changmin likes this little bit of back bone; it reminds him of Jaejoong’s stubborn ways.
“Yoo-yoochun,” The boy croaks, the sound awkward and out of breath. “S-sir.” He adds as an after thought.
Changmin lets out a bark of laughter at the title, actual mirth bubbling in his chest. “Sir!” he looks back at Jaejoong whose eyes have widened in surprise. “Did you hear that? He called me sir!” Changmin turns back to the boy who looks at him with equal parts confusion and fear. Changmin smiles at him. “Yoochun,” he says, testing the way the name rolls off his tongue. It rolls off smooth and fitting for his little captive. “You may call me Changmin. Wolves have no need for such… human titles.”
The boy nods and swallows audibly. “Yes, si- Changmin.”
Changmin finds himself smiling again, a genuine one that makes it hard for him to hide sharp canines. “Do you know who I am?”
Yoochun shakes his head, his shaggy hair obscuring his dark eyes. Changmin reaches forward slowly to brush away a stray strand, running a calloused fingertip down the side of the boy’s cheek. Yoochun tenses under his touch but doesn’t move away.
“Then do you know what I am?” Changmin times the question with a convenient thumb pressed against Yoochun’s throat and the boy freezes, eyes fluttering closed as he tries to breathe as shallowly as possible.
“Werewolf.” He whispers, the word vibrating against Changmin’s palm.
Changmin smiles then - wide and indulging - another genuine smile, but he doesn’t bother to hide his canines. He puts just a little pressure on Yoochun’s throat to get his attention and when the boy opens his eyes, the gasp that follows is as satisfactory as the spiking smell of fear that comes with it. He shows Yoochun the animal lurking just behind his human mask with eyes that bleed into a startling silver, the pupils large and glowing. His eyesight sharpens to take in every detail of Yoochun’s slight body, from every scar to every bruise, and the imperceptible thrum of blood beneath his skin. Underneath the dirt and grime Yoochun has smooth skin and an aroma so human it makes Changmin’s mouth water. The boy trembles in his hands.
“That’s right,” Changmin says, breathing in Yoochun’s distinct scent. “And do you know what werewolves do with their prey? Aside from the obvious.” The boy seems frozen, unable to speak and Changmin has to press down on his throat again. “Answer.” He commands and the boy stutters.
He shakes his head violently. “I don’t- I d-don’t know.”
“Shall I enlighten you?” Changmin doesn’t give the boy a chance to respond, merely unlocking his cage with a loud clang of metal before pulling him out. Yoochun doesn’t resist but Changmin uses force anyway because he likes how small and fragile feels in his hands. And because Jaejoong is watching.
Yoochun’s dirty tunic is merely an inconvenience and Changmin divests him of it with a quick pull and the sound of ripping fabric that echoes in the dense forest surrounding them. The boy flinches but doesn’t make a sound, shoulders slumping forward as he resists the urge to cover himself. His breathing has become loud and erratic, hands fisted at his side while he shuts his eyes. He is tense, as if waiting for a blow, and for some reason Changmin is a little disappointed. He prefers his prey kicking and screaming and this silent resignation doesn’t stir him at all. In a way he’d expected more from the boy who until a moment ago, had refused to look away. Changmin hates being disappointed.
Annoyed now, Changmin lets him squirm, not touching him and only looking. He gives in to the instinct to circle his prey, taking in every detail with a critical eye. Bruises mar his arms where rough hands touched him, one side of his face is slightly swollen with another bruise along his jaw. His knees are scraped, as well as the tops of his feet, evidence of being dragged through dirt and mud on his legs. Changmin is no stranger to injury or rough handling, but it’s the litany of scars all thin and chaotic across the boy’s back that gives him pause. Most are barely visible, only slightly raised and so thin they appear almost silver, but to Changmin’s heightened senses, each one is unmistakable. There are more recent ones, angry and red along his sides. Punishment or penance? Changmin can’t help but wonder and against his better judgment he feels himself soften just a little towards the boy.
A barely suppressed growl reminds Changmin that he isn’t alone. His eyes flit to Jaejoong momentarily, enough to know that he too has seen the scars. Where Changmin is able to subdue his emotions, Jaejoong is not. There is anger in his gaze at the abuse the boy seems to have suffered and suddenly Changmin has an idea.
Changmin steps in front of Yoochun, leaning over the boy’s tensed frame till they are almost nose to nose. Yoochun gasps when Changmin lifts his chin so that their eyes lock and keep. He gently rubs a thumb across the bruise at Yoochun’s jaw and smiles at the surprise in the boy’s gaze. He leans in even closer, rubbing his nose along the smooth skin of Yoochun’s face. “Either you’re food or…” He nips lightly at Yoochun’s ear and the boy ceases to breathe. Changmin runs the tip of his tongue down the side of his neck before inhaling deeply. “… a toy. Which category do you think you fall under?” he whispers against Yoochun’s skin. He’d smelled like fear and earth, but it’s nothing compared to how he tastes: so soft and sweet.
Fresh meat.
His wolf struggles to rise against the surface at the scent of Yoochun’s skin but Changmin reigns in the overpowering need with his iron-clad control. He beckons Jaejoong forward with a flick of his wrist, one arm coming around the boy’s waist to run the tip of a finger along one thin, angry red line. Yoochun’s breath stutters against his neck. When Jaejoong is close enough, expression wary and confused, Changmin pulls away to look the boy in the eye again. “You will always be food,” he says seriously. Changmin licks his lips to emphasize his point. “But can you be a plaything too?”
He reaches out for Jaejoong who hadn’t bothered to stand when he moved closer and ruffles his hair before stroking the side of his face. “What do you say? Do you want to try play with Jaejoong?” he asks, carefully watching the boy’s expression. “I guarantee you’ll live longer than if you were just food.”
Jaejoong jerks back, away from Changmin’s hand as the question registers. “I won’t touch him,” he growls, the words low and menacing.
“You’ll eat him then?” Changmin counters, taking his eyes off the blatant fear on Yoochun’s face to show Jaejoong calm but gleaming eyes. “It was you who said he had no purpose. I am offering what I can and letting you choose. Do you want to eat him or do you want to play?”
Jaejoong’s gaze is tortured, something other than anger in his eyes. “Why are you doing this?”
Changmin doesn’t deign to answer him. Instead he turns to the boy again and asks. “What do you think? Food or play?”
A small sob escapes the emotion Changmin can feel the boy trying to hold back. “P-please don’t k-kill me. I d-don’t want t-to - ”
“Shhh,” Changmin says, gently pressing a finger to the boys quivering mouth. “It’s all up to him now.” He catches a tear and brings it to his mouth, reveling in the salty taste as he levels a stare in Jaejoong’s direction. Indecision wars on Jaejoong’s face but even then it’s never been Jaejoong’s choice. Changmin knows Jaejoong well enough to accurately predict his decision. He can feel the hate and despair clash with the hunger and longing to obey as Jaejoong’s wolf struggles with his human mind. It makes Jaejoong’s dark eyes bleed into fiery emeralds and his skin ripple with a barely contained wolf just beneath the surface.
Jaejoong’s words are pained and halting when he replies. “What-” he has to start over. “How do you want me to do this?”
A/N: for abcdefghiluvyou who’s waited very patiently and asked very nicely :D This one is short and sweet but hopefully more soon. Unbeta-ed, so all mistakes are mine. Comments are ♥ as usual ;)
Author: enigmaxempress
Pairing: OT5 (eventually, and everything in between xD
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: werewolves being werewolves, a bit of violence but nothing extreme.
Summary: Changmin gets a new pet, cage and all.
A/N: Um, sort of sequel to a past fic titled Fixation. So werewolf!au :D Also, link to the previous chapter because it’s been long enough that you’ll need it D:
Fear begins to radiate from the boy in waves, the smell of it enticing but sharp. He stops trying to feign sleep, eyes popping open and going wide. He doesn’t dare move but Changmin can feel him trembling beneath his touch. The smell of fear is almost as tempting as the smell of meat and blood, but not quite. Changmin isn’t one to hesitate when it comes to things that are so obviously prey, but the large brown eyes peering at him from within the dim confines of the cage make him pause. There’s more pleading in that gaze than only fear - but pleading for what?
He beckons the boy forward, closer until his face is nearly pressed up against the thick wooden bars that cage him. His eyes are averted, unable to hold Changmin’s gaze. The smell of fear spikes in the air and isn’t the only one who notices. Just behind him, he can hear Jaejoong’s heartbeat quicken. “What’s your name, little one?”
The boy swallows audibly and Changmin can almost see the way the word lodges in his throat, so very close to the pulse that pounds just beneath the skin. Hehasn’t looked away or cowered back in fear and oddly enough, Changmin likes this little bit of back bone; it reminds him of Jaejoong’s stubborn ways.
“Yoo-yoochun,” The boy croaks, the sound awkward and out of breath. “S-sir.” He adds as an after thought.
Changmin lets out a bark of laughter at the title, actual mirth bubbling in his chest. “Sir!” he looks back at Jaejoong whose eyes have widened in surprise. “Did you hear that? He called me sir!” Changmin turns back to the boy who looks at him with equal parts confusion and fear. Changmin smiles at him. “Yoochun,” he says, testing the way the name rolls off his tongue. It rolls off smooth and fitting for his little captive. “You may call me Changmin. Wolves have no need for such… human titles.”
The boy nods and swallows audibly. “Yes, si- Changmin.”
Changmin finds himself smiling again, a genuine one that makes it hard for him to hide sharp canines. “Do you know who I am?”
Yoochun shakes his head, his shaggy hair obscuring his dark eyes. Changmin reaches forward slowly to brush away a stray strand, running a calloused fingertip down the side of the boy’s cheek. Yoochun tenses under his touch but doesn’t move away.
“Then do you know what I am?” Changmin times the question with a convenient thumb pressed against Yoochun’s throat and the boy freezes, eyes fluttering closed as he tries to breathe as shallowly as possible.
“Werewolf.” He whispers, the word vibrating against Changmin’s palm.
Changmin smiles then - wide and indulging - another genuine smile, but he doesn’t bother to hide his canines. He puts just a little pressure on Yoochun’s throat to get his attention and when the boy opens his eyes, the gasp that follows is as satisfactory as the spiking smell of fear that comes with it. He shows Yoochun the animal lurking just behind his human mask with eyes that bleed into a startling silver, the pupils large and glowing. His eyesight sharpens to take in every detail of Yoochun’s slight body, from every scar to every bruise, and the imperceptible thrum of blood beneath his skin. Underneath the dirt and grime Yoochun has smooth skin and an aroma so human it makes Changmin’s mouth water. The boy trembles in his hands.
“That’s right,” Changmin says, breathing in Yoochun’s distinct scent. “And do you know what werewolves do with their prey? Aside from the obvious.” The boy seems frozen, unable to speak and Changmin has to press down on his throat again. “Answer.” He commands and the boy stutters.
He shakes his head violently. “I don’t- I d-don’t know.”
“Shall I enlighten you?” Changmin doesn’t give the boy a chance to respond, merely unlocking his cage with a loud clang of metal before pulling him out. Yoochun doesn’t resist but Changmin uses force anyway because he likes how small and fragile feels in his hands. And because Jaejoong is watching.
Yoochun’s dirty tunic is merely an inconvenience and Changmin divests him of it with a quick pull and the sound of ripping fabric that echoes in the dense forest surrounding them. The boy flinches but doesn’t make a sound, shoulders slumping forward as he resists the urge to cover himself. His breathing has become loud and erratic, hands fisted at his side while he shuts his eyes. He is tense, as if waiting for a blow, and for some reason Changmin is a little disappointed. He prefers his prey kicking and screaming and this silent resignation doesn’t stir him at all. In a way he’d expected more from the boy who until a moment ago, had refused to look away. Changmin hates being disappointed.
Annoyed now, Changmin lets him squirm, not touching him and only looking. He gives in to the instinct to circle his prey, taking in every detail with a critical eye. Bruises mar his arms where rough hands touched him, one side of his face is slightly swollen with another bruise along his jaw. His knees are scraped, as well as the tops of his feet, evidence of being dragged through dirt and mud on his legs. Changmin is no stranger to injury or rough handling, but it’s the litany of scars all thin and chaotic across the boy’s back that gives him pause. Most are barely visible, only slightly raised and so thin they appear almost silver, but to Changmin’s heightened senses, each one is unmistakable. There are more recent ones, angry and red along his sides. Punishment or penance? Changmin can’t help but wonder and against his better judgment he feels himself soften just a little towards the boy.
A barely suppressed growl reminds Changmin that he isn’t alone. His eyes flit to Jaejoong momentarily, enough to know that he too has seen the scars. Where Changmin is able to subdue his emotions, Jaejoong is not. There is anger in his gaze at the abuse the boy seems to have suffered and suddenly Changmin has an idea.
Changmin steps in front of Yoochun, leaning over the boy’s tensed frame till they are almost nose to nose. Yoochun gasps when Changmin lifts his chin so that their eyes lock and keep. He gently rubs a thumb across the bruise at Yoochun’s jaw and smiles at the surprise in the boy’s gaze. He leans in even closer, rubbing his nose along the smooth skin of Yoochun’s face. “Either you’re food or…” He nips lightly at Yoochun’s ear and the boy ceases to breathe. Changmin runs the tip of his tongue down the side of his neck before inhaling deeply. “… a toy. Which category do you think you fall under?” he whispers against Yoochun’s skin. He’d smelled like fear and earth, but it’s nothing compared to how he tastes: so soft and sweet.
Fresh meat.
His wolf struggles to rise against the surface at the scent of Yoochun’s skin but Changmin reigns in the overpowering need with his iron-clad control. He beckons Jaejoong forward with a flick of his wrist, one arm coming around the boy’s waist to run the tip of a finger along one thin, angry red line. Yoochun’s breath stutters against his neck. When Jaejoong is close enough, expression wary and confused, Changmin pulls away to look the boy in the eye again. “You will always be food,” he says seriously. Changmin licks his lips to emphasize his point. “But can you be a plaything too?”
He reaches out for Jaejoong who hadn’t bothered to stand when he moved closer and ruffles his hair before stroking the side of his face. “What do you say? Do you want to try play with Jaejoong?” he asks, carefully watching the boy’s expression. “I guarantee you’ll live longer than if you were just food.”
Jaejoong jerks back, away from Changmin’s hand as the question registers. “I won’t touch him,” he growls, the words low and menacing.
“You’ll eat him then?” Changmin counters, taking his eyes off the blatant fear on Yoochun’s face to show Jaejoong calm but gleaming eyes. “It was you who said he had no purpose. I am offering what I can and letting you choose. Do you want to eat him or do you want to play?”
Jaejoong’s gaze is tortured, something other than anger in his eyes. “Why are you doing this?”
Changmin doesn’t deign to answer him. Instead he turns to the boy again and asks. “What do you think? Food or play?”
A small sob escapes the emotion Changmin can feel the boy trying to hold back. “P-please don’t k-kill me. I d-don’t want t-to - ”
“Shhh,” Changmin says, gently pressing a finger to the boys quivering mouth. “It’s all up to him now.” He catches a tear and brings it to his mouth, reveling in the salty taste as he levels a stare in Jaejoong’s direction. Indecision wars on Jaejoong’s face but even then it’s never been Jaejoong’s choice. Changmin knows Jaejoong well enough to accurately predict his decision. He can feel the hate and despair clash with the hunger and longing to obey as Jaejoong’s wolf struggles with his human mind. It makes Jaejoong’s dark eyes bleed into fiery emeralds and his skin ripple with a barely contained wolf just beneath the surface.
Jaejoong’s words are pained and halting when he replies. “What-” he has to start over. “How do you want me to do this?”
A/N: for abcdefghiluvyou who’s waited very patiently and asked very nicely :D This one is short and sweet but hopefully more soon. Unbeta-ed, so all mistakes are mine. Comments are ♥ as usual ;)