FICTION - COLLAB - DBSK/JYJ - A FATEFUL DEATH - MULTI-CHAPTER - CHAPTER 1/?

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Title: A Fateful Death 1/?
Authors: suboshiyui and mission15
Rating: R/NC-17(Overall), NC-17(Chapter)
Pairings: Tod (Junsu)/OFC, Tod (Junsu)/Zuno, Yoosu, Zuno/Yoohwan, Jung Yunho/Jung Dahye, more to follow
Genre: Drama, Horror
Author’s Notes: This was originally an rp idea, but after talking to a friend, we decided to co-write it as a fiction instead. The character of Dot is an original creation, though her physical appearance is similar to that of Yehjin from Brave Girls.
Summary: Tod, also known as Death, has had a long and eventful life. But now, everything he’s known or believed in is being tested. When a strange cult attempts to kill his twin brother, Fate (Zuno), it is up to him and Fate to find out what’s going on and stop it before it's too late.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of npc death and smut.


CHAPTER ONE

Centuries upon centuries have passed, and still the human race had not changed. Tod was not surprised by this, not really. Though now he went by the name Kim Junsu; it was far less intimidating. Humans tended to not do well when confronted with a being known as Death. With society changing and growing at a constant rate, Death and Fate were required to do the same thing.

Now, they resided among the humans, better to do their work. There had been a time when they could have just lived in their own dimension, but not any longer. The human race was too numerous; living among them was far easier. This, however, required that they "fit in" with the rest of humanity.

Always fascinated with the passionate side of humanity, Junsu chose to delve into the arts. An appraiser, to be more precise. It afforded him the chance to make a lot of money, but also the freedom to go and do what he needed to without anyone being the wiser.

Fate, now going as Kim Junho, also decided to pursue the arts, but in a different direction.

He worked as a professional body model, quickly becoming the muse of countless artists and photographers thanks to his near-perfect physique. He posed clothed and nude, never shying away from big names or small. It allowed him to travel around the world a bit, helping with his real job. It also let him learn more about modern society and how humans thought they could control fate, how they could control him.

They worked together well, Dead and Fate, now Junsu and Junho, in this modern world. They lived very comfortably in this time, in a high rise that gave a wide sweeping view of the city and its inhabitants. The poor souls who had such little control over their lives.

Junsu was a jealous brother, however. Being an art appraiser, he had the opportunity to collect many rare works of art. Each work that he collected, all had Junho in them in one form or another. It wasn't that he liked the artists, but the subject. In his view, only he was worthy enough to see his twin in such a state, but he'd never admit it.

Reclining on the couch in the living room, he looked out at the large windows, watching the sun begin to set. He was feeling particularly lazy and didn't really want to get up and do their rounds.

"Just because you don't want to get up doesn't mean that you get to skip your job."

Junho came up behind Junsu on the couch, dressed in soft dark grey clothes. He reached around Junsu's back to hand him a cup of coffee, arm lingering on his shoulder he leaned down to his ear.

"People to kill, people to spare...Death's job isn't done in a day." He finished with a smile.

Junsu laughed, accepting the cup of coffee. "Haven't you ever heard of the movie Death takes a Holiday? We should do that." Taking a sip of the hot liquid, he sighed and sat up.

"Yes, I know. Work never ends for us." He wished it did, sometimes. He was rather tired of it all at times. Junho was the only thing that made it all bearable.

"We holiday every time I have an overseas job, silly." Junho took a sip of his own tea, enjoying the slight spice to it as he observed his brother and the permanent lines just visible under his eyes.  "It'll end one day, you know." He states nonchalantly, reaching out to smooth down the back of Junsu's hair. "But not today."

He smiled at the touch, looking back at his brother. His true sibling. "I know." It had for Dot. Even though she turned out to not be his true twin, her demise still hurt terribly. They had after all, been together for many years. Yes, even creatures such as they could die.

"No. Not today. What's on the agenda for tonight?" He drank the last of his coffee and set the cup on the nearby table before getting up and stretching.

Junho watched his brother stretch for a few seconds, smile hidden by his cup, before he reached into his pocket for his worn notepad.

"Here. I have a few things to intervene and deal with while you have a busy night." He finished his tea, placing his cup next to Junsu's and stretched a bit himself. "Whenever you're ready."

"It's the weekend. It's always busy." It was a sad fact of humanity. In this day and age, they seemed not to care for their fellow man. Death was a common fact of life. He was no longer the feared creature of old. In some cases, he was actually welcomed.

Ah, but it wouldn't get done if they just stood there. "Ready. Meet up at midnight, as usual?"

"I'll be done before that but I'll see you before then. Check the list, I actually help you a bit tonight. Car accident with a few pedestrians around eight or so...Fate's not on all of their sides tonight."

As Fate, Junho was a good thing...and a bad thing. Having a run in with Fate could save your life or cost your life. In the beginning Junho hated it and tried to save as many as he could, but humans being humans took advantage of this kind Fate until Junho got angry and plagues with no cure started spreading around. Nowadays he worked straight from his small notebook. If a person was fated to live or die, he would be there to make sure it happened and make sure that if they died, Junsu was ready for them.

Of course, not all deaths are fated to happen, so Junho didn't get the luxury of seeing his brother every night as they worked. So instead he looked forward to either midnight at the end of their day or the fated deaths that brought them together, depending on the day.

He held out his hand, smiling at Junsu. "See you at eight?"

Gripping his brother's hand, Junsu smiled back. Leaning in, he gave him a kiss before pulling back. "See you at eight."

As Death, Junsu worked side by side with ate. Not all the time; most of the ones that Junsu eventually gave the Kiss of Death too were already decided. Many were deaths that were preordained, but there were also those that unexpected. He had to smile, remembering when they first met; the Black Plague was reigning down on men, thanks to Junho. Junsu had not appreciated all the extra work his brother had caused him, all because he was annoyed with humanity.

Junho had closed his eyes at the kiss. He then nodded at his brother's words, counting to five after them. Opening his eyes, Junho found himself sitting on a bench in the middle of the city, surrounded by the various people enjoying their weekends. Checking his book, he glanced around and- Ah. There she was.

The young girl about to try a sample of something she was deathly allergic to.

15 minutes, an EPI pen, and an ambulance ride later, Junho looked at his watch. 7:00. Ahead of schedule, he decided to walk to their meet up point for the night, stopping for another cup of tea to enjoy.

Eight o'clock seemed such a far off time from now. But checking the list, Junsu only had two appointments before meeting his twin.

Both were at the hospital. He almost preferred accidents and murders to these. Watching people linger and die...that was not what he called a quiet death. Pocketing his list, he closed his eyes as well, and once his brother was gone, he likewise counted. When he opened his eyes, he was at the Seoul Memorial Hospital, maternity ward. It was rare that circumstances such as this occurred, but they did happen.

No one paid him any attention, which was as it should be. Only those about to receive Death's Kiss could see him. His clothing was white this night, as those about to come to Death were what one would call a mercy death.

His first stop was the mother. Entering the maternity ward ICU, he stepped back to allow the nurse to pass by. Once she was gone, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. The woman in the bed looked up, startled to see a strange man at her door. She opened her mouth to scream, but he was at her side in an instant, his finger pressed against her lips softly.

She closed her eyes, a soft whimper escaping her. She was in so much pain. The doctor's couldn't hide it from her, she'd heard them. She was hemorrhaging internally and they couldn't stop it. The young mother would never see her child grow up. It was only a matter of hours before she was dead.

Junsu smiled softly, brushing her hair as she cried in his arms. "It's all right, Soyoung. Close your eyes. You've done well. You have earned this rest."

"But...my baby." She whimpered out, her only thought of her child despite the pain.

Junsu lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "Don't worry, sweet one. You and your baby will see each other again." No more words were needed; his lips closed over hers, giving her the final release that she needed. He pulled back, watching her limp and lifeless body collapse to the bed. Warning sounds of the machinery went off and he turned, ignoring it and those that filed into the room.

He'd been right. She would not be alone and she would see her child again. His next stop, the infant ICU, where her baby was clinging to its last breath. He wondered, when would humans learn? Filling their bodies with drugs such as cocaine would invariably cause harm, and to those defenseless against it. At least now, the baby would not suffer and would be reunited with its mother in the afterlife.

On his way over, he stopped a would-be pick pocket (the boy would have been shot had he taken the man's wallet) and two young children from being stolen as their stressed mother left them outside a store real quick. While he went with his book, children were always his weak point.

Reaching the intersection he was looking for, Junho glanced at his watch again. 7:50. He walked over to a food cart run by a very nice old lady, chatting with her as he ate and kept an eye out for Junsu...as well as the person who would start this whole thing.

At 7:55, Junsu arrived at the appointed location to meet his brother. The death of the infant had gone smoothly, the mother and child reunited in death, as they had not been in life. Such cases always upset him, and he'd had to take a few moments to collect himself before heading off to meet his brother.

Spotting his brother near the cart, he had to laugh. Eating again. He made his way over to Junho and smiled politely at the old lady, who smiled back and handed him a snack. When he was working, she was one of the few people that could actually see him. Strangely, she never seemed to be afraid of him.

Junho felt his brother before he saw him, offering him a small drink after he got his snack.

"Looks like rain, wouldn't you say?" he asked the stand owner, laughing when she pointed and shook her head at the clear sky.

He checked his watch again, watching the hour hand click to 8pm, and felt the first few raindrops fall on his head. Looking around, he spotted them; the couple huddled under a small, red umbrella, walking right passed them. He nudged Junsu's leg.

"I'll be back."

They were a beautiful couple, Junho observed as he walked behind them, and it was a shame. The girl tripped, knocking the umbrella out of her boyfriend's hand. Junho was there to pick it up as the boy helped the girl up, and offered the umbrella back.

"Thank-"

The boy's words cut off as a sudden gust of wind knocked the umbrella out of Junho's hand and into the intersection. He made to go after it, stopping once the other two were off the sidewalk and in the intersection chasing it.

Sighing, he turned back toward the food cart. He counted steps and seconds left. His job was done.

Junsu's was just beginning. The pair entered the intersection, but paid no heed to what was around him. A car came barreling down, its breaks screeching as it attempted to stop before hitting the young pair only to be too late. And that was just the beginning.

The car, unable to stop, careened into the sidewalk, causing other cars to collide with one another. Junsu stepped forward, reaching out to the couple in the street. Once more, he bestowed his Kiss, sending the two off to the afterlife.

Junho flinched at the sound of metal crunching, but kept walking back to the cart. He was too numb and too used to it by now. The poor woman was too focused on the car crash to even notice him, so he left more than enough money to pay for the two of them. Then he continued walking.

8:03, his watch read. The light of the ambulances and police cars lit up the small pages, allowing him to read his next schedule. One more and his night was over.

At 8:10, Junsu was done. In total, seven people he helped to the other side. He supposed it wasn't bad; it could have been so much worse than it was. However, he didn't think he'd tell Junho that he'd had to send two children off.

Junsu too, had one last to do for the evening. He was actually looking forward to this one, however.

At 8:45, Junho closed his notebook with a sigh. He helped a young cop catch a drug dealer...but the cop ended up getting shot in the leg, something that would affect him for the rest of his life.

Resting against a wall, tired, he closed his eyes. He wondered what Junsu was doing. Slowly counted backwards from 5, he opened his eyes, back in their apartment, leaning against the wall of the kitchen. Sighing, he grabbed a cold drink from the fridge, walked back out to the main room and flopped on the couch, staring out at the lit-up city.

Junsu stood in the shadows of a dark alley, waiting. His last for the night. Waiting ever so patiently, he smirked at the sight of his prey.

The man was a would-be serial killer, except he was too cowardly for it. So when the thief stuck a knife in his back, no one cared. Except Junsu, of course. He could see the man's terror as he approached; he knew what was coming.

The Kiss this time around was string but gentle. It was forceful, vicious and violent. Once the man was dead, he closed his eyes and was soon back where he belonged; with his brother.

Junho knew the exact moment Junsu was back and finally relaxed. It wasn't that he was worried that Junsu wouldn't come home, but he always felt better when he was around.

"Welcome home." he said, lifting a hand to wave blindly behind him. "Enjoy your busy night?"

Junho wasn't the only one. Their home was like a little sanctuary for them to get away from everything. Once he was home, he knelt behind Junho and wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled his neck.

"Not really, but it was necessary." The first two had been difficult, but the last he hadn't really cared about.

Junho smiled, tangling his fingers with Junsu's. Despite being Death, his brother was always so warm.

"Work is necessary," he joked. "But it's done with for the day, so we don't have to worry about it."

"Good. I get to have you all to myself for the rest of the night." Laughs and climbs over the back of the couch and lies down, so he can pillow his head on Junho's lap.

"So, how was your night?"

"Mmm, a night with Death? How exciting." Junho commented as he watched Junsu situate himself. Shifting his own legs to get more comfortable, he ran a hand through Junsu's hair.

"It was okay. Sort of messed up my last one, but sometimes even Fate is wrong."

"Isn't it though?" Junsu grinned up at his brother, his fingers reaching out to play with one of the buttons of his brother's shirt.

"All of mine were messed up, except the last one. One less potential serial killer is a good thing."

"Death messing up death?" Junho grinned back, sliding his hand down to massage his neck.

"Who would ever guess that was possible? But...yes, thank you for taking about 100 people off my list for a few years. Such a kind brother."

"Ironic isn't it?" Junsu grinned, then closed his eyes and moaned at the massage to his neck. "That's nice."

He couldn't help but laugh at his brother's words. "What are brother's for?"

"For taking care of each other." He tapped Junsu's shoulder, scooting away a bit.

"Turn over, I'll give you a full massage...and maybe tell you about my next job that doesn't require clothes."

Junsu laughed, giving his brother a knowing grin.

Pouting at the thought of getting up, he gave in and shifted around so he was on his stomach. "I'm looking forward to this job. Tell me everything."

Rolling his eyes at the pout, Junho waited until Junsu was still before straddling the back of his legs.

"It's for some sculptor." Using both hands, he pulled Junsu's shirt out of his pants, pushing up until he could reach skin. "Apparently he wants to start with some sketches for a new piece he's working on as I was, I quote, 'highly recommended' as a model."

Junsu couldn't help but snicker at the last. "So, you have to tell me when it's finished so I can add it to my collection." If only they knew just who it was they were painting.

Stretching his arms out, he folded them so he could pillow his chin on them and closed his eyes.

"It might be a while," he said while sliding his hands up Junsu's spine. "The guy wants to do a marble piece, like the old times. I just might be immortalized in marble if he likes me enough."

At that thought, he snorted, pressing down harder. "Imagine that. Me. Immortal. Who would have ever thought."

Junsu couldn't help it; he snorted with laughter. "Oh well. Never would have guessed that you of all people would be immortal."

He groaned when Junho found a couple of hard knots in his back. Who ever thought that being Death could make one so tense.

"I think it would be nice though, to be represented like the Greek gods. I'm closest thing to one anyway" Junho mused, working his way down to Junsu's waist, gripping it to dig his thumbs into his lower back to loosen the muscles up.

"Have you been stressed lately? Your back is full of knots, it's worrying me."

"Oh the heavens help us. Junho immortalized like a god." Junsu couldn't help but tease his brother.

He shrugged. "I haven't worked this much since that time you made the Black Death. It's just tiring. And I've been hearing strange rumors lately."

"Well excuse me, mister jealousy~" He pinched his cheek, kissing it right after.

"And uuugh. Don't remind me of that time. I'll still never feel bad about that, no matter how many people suffered." Finishing up, he lay down on top of Junsu, resting his chin on his shoulder. "But what do you mean by rumors?"

"I'm not jealous. I don't know what you're talking about." Right.

"Oi. You should! Do you know how much work you cost me?" He smiled at the weight on his back. He loved the closeness between them. "Some cult I don't know. All I've found out about it so far is it's dedicated to Death."

Junho poked Junsu's cheek. "Totally jealous and still angry about making you do your job, I see!! But this cult...hm." He closed his eyes, trying to think.

"You have a lot of cults dedicated to you, if you think about it...but are they causing you trouble?"

"Can't prove it." Sticks his tongue out at Junho and grins.

"I do but this one seems different somehow. They worship the Twin Deaths...and you know that can only mean one thing." Dot. Long ago he and Dot had been known as the Death Twins. It could just be coincidence, but Junsu didn't believe in coincidence.

"Is that a challenge??" He asked, raising an eyebrow, but quickly lowered it at his brother's next words.

"The Death Twins..." Unconsciously, he pressed himself closer to Junsu. Ever since Junho discovered that Junsu was his own twin, he couldn't help feeling a bit...possessive of his twin, thanks to Dot.

"I don't like this group already."

Grin. "It just might be. What are you going to do about it?"

Closing his eyes, he leaned back against his brother. He knew what he was thinking of. "Nor do I."

"As much as I would like to actually do something about that...I would rather take care of this group first."

He tucked his face into Junsu's shoulder, kissing the side of his neck. "You're...not that twin anymore. The Death Twins don't exist anymore. You're my twin."

Junsu prodded Junho enough so he could turn around and lay on his back. Once there, he wrapped his arms around Junho's neck and pulled him close.

"No, I'm not that twin anymore. I don't really think I ever really was. I'm yours and only yours." He leaned up and kissed him before pulling back slightly.

He wrapped an arm around his back as Junsu turned, the other coming up to cradle his face at the kiss. Sighing right after, Junho leaned their foreheads together. He knew the facts, that they wouldn't be separated ever again, but. But.

"Regardless...I would rather have them taken care of. Humans are stupid enough, they don't need to go stirring up trouble with Death...or Fate really."

Reaching out, Junsu brushed the back of his hand along Junho's cheek in a soft caress. He'd grown up with a "twin," but Junho hadn't. He could understand why he was so protective. And, truthfully, he rather enjoyed his twin's over-protectiveness.

"We'll deal with them, as we've dealt with all the other ones before them."

He tilted his head into the caress, frowning a bit.

"The others didn't worship you and your dead si-" He stopped, not even wanting to say the word sister. "You and Dot. I wonder how they even found out about you two in this day and age...it's been a long time."

Junsu thought back to that time and frowned as well. "It doesn't seem likely, does it? We did have a pair of twins together, but surely the descendents are long dead by now. No bloodline has existed that long." But it would explain why and how they knew about himself and Dot. "I wonder if they know she's dead."

Junho frowned deeper at the mentions of their twins. He'd forgotten about them.

"Is there any way to know if the bloodline died out? I mean, there's..always a chance it survived somehow..."

He sat up and got off the couch, needing to get away for a second to think.

"And if they knew about you two...and that she was dead...Would they know about me? Or.." He turned back to Junsu. "They wouldn't be trying to bring her back, would they?"

That was a scary thought. Junsu sat up, not liking the distance between them. He didn't move for a few moments; his mind was racing with the possibilities.

He finally got up and went to his brother. He took his face in his hands and kissed him deeply before pulling back. "It doesn't matter, Junho. I am with you and only you. No one will separate us again. But to answer your question...in all honesty, I don't know. I don't think it's even possible."

He shivered a bit at the kiss, reminding himself that he was here, with Junsu. But that didn't help the foreboding feeling creeping up his spine. As Fate, it was never a good sign.

"You don't think...but you don't know either." Letting out a noise of frustration, he turned toward the window. "Your followers are very...persistent humans. Still human, yes, but who knows what they might stumble upon. What they might...wake up."

Junsu smiled, running his fingers through his brother's hair. He knew it wasn't easy for him, especially with the strange feelings he received because of who he was. Fate was rarely kind, especially in these instances.

"No, I don't know for sure. But wouldn't our old teacher have come back if it were possible? If we could avoid the very thing we bring, there would be no need to train new ones."

He finally shrugged; there wasn't anything he could say that would make it better. Nor did he try. This was something they would have to deal with. He was certain, however, that they would deal with it. "We will handle it, like we've always handled it. If they truly are my descendants, then they will do as I demand. And if they don't, they will die. Simple as that."

Junho snorted, shaking his head.

"Simple? This is going to be anything but." He reached back for Junsu's hand, squeezing it. "But I'll drop it. For now."

Turning back around, he pulled them back to the couch. "Any other rumors or news or secrets you'd like you share?"

He laughed, tugging him back to the couch. Climbing into Junho's lap, he wrapped his arms around his neck.

"I have a confession to make. I'm a horrible person. I do believe I'm madly in love with my twin. Whatever shall I do?" He didn't want to deal with any cults or possible Death resurrections. Right now, all he wanted was his twin.

Laughing at how quickly Junsu changed the topic, Junho fell back to the couch, resting his hand on Junsu's hip.

"Oh, then you are certainly a bad person." Slipping a hand up the back of his shirt, Junho smirked. "And how does your twin feel about this love confession of yours~?"

Hey, this topic was more fun.

"Hmm...I'm not sure. I might have to do some convincing." He grinned wickedly, his hands sliding underneath Junho's shirt to run over his chest. "A lot of convincing."

Smiling at the touch, he leaned fully against the back of the couch, giving Junsu more room to work.

"Do you think you can convince him? Think you can break him?"

Smirking, he pulled the offending shirt off. Ah, much better.

"Oh...I can break him. He will be mine. Forever. Nothing can stop that now." Leaning in, he bit lightly on Junho's neck, leaving a noticeable mark. It would disappear in the morning, but for now, it was quite visible.

Junho laughed at the words, knowing the truth behind the teasing words, stopping to moan as Junsu bit his neck. He pulled hard at Junsu's own shirt, tempted to rip it off him.

"Mmm, I think he might like that. Possibly."

"Oh, he'll like it. He'll love it. After all...it's fate." He grinned at his words, nibbling his way down his neck. It was a really bad pun, but he just couldn't help himself.

"...Too much." Junho replied, smothering his laughter into Junsu's shoulder and exposing more of his neck.

"You're...killing me." He continued, slipping his hands just under Junsu's waistband, pulling him closer.

Lying down on top of him, Junsu buried his face in Junho's neck to control his laughter. Oh man. And this was why he loved his brother to distraction.

"Kill me softly..." whispered into Junho's ear as he groaned out his brother's name softly.

Junho laughed along with his twin, resisting the urge to roll them off the couch. He lifted Junsu's chin, kissing him softly, mimicking the hard work of his twin.

"That's your job." He kissed him again, a little harder, pushing his hips up.

"Hmm...so it is." sighs softly and leans into his touch. Returns the kiss, his fingers tangling in his hair.

Moaning softly, he pushed back down against his hips, grinding himself against him. Kissing him hard, he moaned against his mouth, returning the hard kiss.

Junho followed his twin's movement, matching and grinding back just as hard, if not harder, trying to keep them balanced on the couch. Growling a bit as his foot kept slipping, he pulled away from Junsu's mouth, nipping at his bottom lip.

"Bed. Before I get frustrated and throw you on the floor." He sat up, using both hands to hold Junsu's head, kissing him again. "Bed. Now."

"Hyung is kinky." Junsu laughed, but did as requested. He got up, taking Junho's hand and pulling him to his feet. He all but dragged him into the bedroom, where their bed awaited. No need for two bedrooms, after all. Twins shared everything, after all. Everything.

"Me?" Junho questioned as he was dragged. "Excuse me, I think you confused me with you. Who's the one that enjoys being tied up...or blindfolded..."

The moment they were in the room, he caught Junsu's eye as he started on his own pants. "Shirt and pants, please." He smirked. "Sir."

"Yes, you." Junsu retorted, just as they arrived at the bedroom. "And just who was it that delighted in showing me all the little kinks, hmm?"

Returning the smirk, Junsu placed his hands on the belt of his pants, but didn't do anything just yet. "Trade you." Brushing his brother's hands away from his pants, Junsu set to work on Junho's pants, knowing his brother would start on Junsu's.

Faking a sigh, he tugged on Junsu's shirt. "So much for my personal strip show. Shirt." Leaving the shirt to Junsu, he unbuckled his belt, pulling the soft leather through the loops.

"And it's not my fault that you have a desire for nice things..." He snapped the belt with a grin. "That can be used for other things..."

"You like it." Junsu grinned, all but tearing Junho's shirt off him and throwing it behind him. His hands grabbed the belt and worked it loose.

"Hey. Multitasking is fun." He grinned back and pulled Junho's belt off, then swatted him on the ass with it playfully. "See?"

"Only when you buy them yourself~" Junho replied, nicely taking off Junsu's shirt, then jumping at the hit.

"Yah! Patience! And it depends on the kind of multitasking..." He leaned down for a kiss as he unbuttoned and unzipped Junsu's pants, shoving them down his hips. Pulling back, he smirked. "Like that."

"I am Death. Death has no patience. Come 'ere!" Junsu grinned into the kiss, tugging Junho's clothing the rest of the way off before pushing him down onto the bed.

So much better. He climbed on top of his brother and nuzzled his neck.

Laughing as he hit the bed, he let Junsu have a second on top of him before rolling them over, holding Junsu's arms above his head.

"Hmmm, Death has no patience? I somehow doubt that..." He leaned down to kiss the center of his chest, looking right at his twin. "Should we test it?"

"Yes." Always willing for a new adventure, Junsu squirmed in his brother's hold. The kiss on his chest made him squirm, wanting more.

Narrowing his eyes, Juno smirked. "You're the one that agreed."

He sat up, still straddling his twin's hips, moving until there was no skin-to-skin contact between the two besides their hands.

"I can my hold my body over yours for quite a long time...So let's play a little game, hmm? The moment I let go of your hands...let's see how long you can go before touching me again."

"Yes. Yes I am." Hey, adventure was the spice of life. Or something.

Junsu arched an eyebrow up at his twin, wondering what he was doing. Then it dawned on him and he grinned. "I like games. You're on."

"Again~ You agreed."

Slowly, Junho released his twin's wrists, purposely dragging his fingers against the skin. Then he simply crossed his arms, sitting above Junsu completely naked and seemingly content.

"I bet you won't last five minutes."

"I bet you're wrong."

Junsu flexed his released hands and watched his brother. Was he just going to sit there? Probably. He was evil that way. Whoever said Death was evil had it all wrong.

"What do I get if I last longer than five minutes?" Oh, the temptation. He was right there, but he couldn't touch. Wouldn't touch.

Junho grinned wider, already sensing the struggle in his twin's mind.

"Let's talk about that IF you make it five minutes." He then took the opportunity to stretch his arms up, arching his back a bit until it cracked and allowed him to relax more. He wasn't being too cruel...no. Not much.

"Oh, I will. Just watch me." Junsu retorted, more than willing to take him on in this bet. Oh he was so winning.

Or so he thought. He blinked, watching Junho stretch. Evil bastard.

Sighing happily, he relaxed again, re-crossing his arms as he looked right at Junsu.

"I'm watching...and slightly impressed you made it..." A quick glance at a clock. "All of a minute!"

A minute? That's it?! Junsu groaned. This was going to be harder than he'd thought. "I haven't touched you yet so it isn't over!"

Junho bit back a laugh at Junsu's groan. "Three minutes left now, almost halfway! And I'll be fair, no more-" he licked his lips. "Teasing."

"Right. Sure you will." Junsu's eyes fell on his twin's tongue as it slid out and licked his lips. Would it be considered touching if he kissed him? Or licked his lips? Probably. Damnit. "You've been teasing me for centuries. I don't really think you're going to stop now."

Junho pouted.

"Hey...I can be nice for....two more minutes." He moved his arms behind his back. "I promise I won't move or say anything else."

Now it was Junsu's turn to tease his brother. He smirked, stretching his arms up and over his head as he arched his back slightly. Not enough to touch Junho, but just enough to get his brother's attention.

Hmm...he said no touching Junho, but that didn't mean he couldn't touch himself. He kept his eyes on his brother, watching him as he lowered his arms so he could rub his hands over his own chest, sighing softly.

As Junsu started to move, Junho just caught himself from opening his mouth to say something by biting the inside of his cheek. His twin was a devil. Instead, he just stayed as still as possible, moving only his eyes as he traced the movements of Junsu's hands across his chest.

A devil, a serious devil.

Smirk. The look on his brother's face was priceless. Oh look, one more minute still. What else could he do?

Oh yes. He closed his eyes, concentrating on his hands over his own skin. It felt nice. Not nearly as nice as Junho's hands, but it would do for the time being. His hands slid down his chest and over his stomach, heading ever southward to its final destination.

Realizing what Junsu was trying to do with the little amount of time left and knowing he wouldn't be able to resist, Junho closed his eyes with a smirk. What he couldn't see couldn't affect him.

It wasn't cheating. He swore.

"Cheater." How was he supposed to tease Junho if wasn't even watching?! Totally wasn't fair at all. Wait...

He might not be able to see, but he could still hear fine. Grinning at his revelation, Junsu once more closed his eyes. His hand wrapped around himself, and he gave a low, deep moan of pleasure.

He opened one eye at the moan, fighting the shiver down his spine.

"I'm not the cheater here, my dear, handsy, brother. 30 seconds, don't mess up now..."

Technically, as the point was to not touch the other, Junho hadn't broken a rule. He was just playing as fair as Junsu.

He saw the one eye open and he grinned. "I'm not cheating. I'm not touching you. You said nothing about touching myself." It was true, too. He hadn't touched his brother once. Though, the tricking thing here was to not finish things. Though that could be torture in itself. But if he could just hold out long enough, he was sure his brother would be more than willing to finish for him.

"No, I didn't" Junho opened his other eye, crossing his arms in front of him again and staring directly down at Junsu's occupied hand.

"But, I know how...Excited you can get once you start." He grinned. "Should I start a countdown for you?"

Junsu looked back, trying to hide his smirk but not doing a very good job of it.

"You're jealous, I can see it. And please! I can last longer than 30 seconds!"

Figuring it was now or never, Junho easily leaned down, hands on either side of Junsu's head with their bodies still not touching.

"Jealous? Hmmm," He gave his brother a quick up down. "I'm quite content right here. Still 15 seconds..."

"I'll just bet you are." Prick. And they called Junsu evil. Ha! No one was more evil then Fate!

Junsu closed his eyes and tried to breathe shallowly, trying to contain his excitement for another fifteen seconds. He wasn't about to lose now.

"See...totally not the cheater~" Teasingly, he blew on Junsu's closed eyes, just to be mean. Considering the time was already up.

Sighing, Junho finally relaxed, resting on top of Junsu's thighs, crotch brushing against his hand. "Well, well...you lasted. I'm impressed."

"I'm hurt. You doubted me!" Junsu closed his eyes, groaning when Junho rested against him.

"Now do something before I have to kill you." God, he was so hard. Despite his bravado, he didn't think he could last much longer.

"Past experiences gave me a different impression..." Junho shrugged as he leaned down, kissing the side of his twin's neck.

"Plus I don't think you could kill me since I can do this-" A kiss to his lips. "So not much of a threat. But since you were so good~" He moved to replace Junsu's hand with his own.

"You can tell me what you want while I sit here and play for a bit."

Groaning softly, Junsu tangled his fingers into Junho's hair, loving how his fingers moved through the strands of hair.

"Oh yes. Feel free to play as long as you like." Oh that was nice.

Arching into the touch, Junho smiled again. "Play as long as I like?" At the words, he stopped his hand, letting go and using his fingers to tease instead. "I give you the option to choose but...I won't complain~"

Moaning softly, Junsu closed his eyes and arched into the teasing touch. "Anything you do to me is wonderful."

"Wonderful?" He leaned down and pulled at Junsu's bottom lip. "Wonderful is being here, able to see you like this." Gripping Junsu again, he used his other hand to scratch down his chest.

"Able to do this to you. Only me."

"Only you." Junsu wrapped his arms around Junho's neck and kissed him back passionately. "I love you, Junho. Only you."

Junho dug his nails into Junsu's chest at the kiss, flooding all of his feelings into it. Off hand, he wondered if this was what it was like to receive Death's kiss.

"And I love you. More than I could ever imagine. More than I could ever know." He looked down, easing his hand off Junsu's chest, and smiled at the marks. "It seems I'm feeling a little possessive tonight. Oops."

Laughing, Junsu placed a hand on Junho's face, touching him gently. "Come here." Cupping his face in his hands, Junsu pulled him down for a soul searing kiss.

"I like it when you're possessive. Make me yours."

Junho gladly let himself be lost in the kiss. It was one of the few times that he didn't have to worry about anything, just where he was. With Junsu.

"Indulge me then?" He asked, a little reserved as he gently rubbed at the marks, continuing to slowly move his other hand as well. "I want to feel you...remember that I'm yours as much as you're mine."

Everything seemed to fall away when he was with Junho. All the previous worries and problems fell away when Junho was with him.

"Anything for you." It wasn't often his brother asked him. Was he feeling insecure about their talk from before? He knew that everything that had happened with him and Dot disturbed Junho. Reaching out, he took Junho's face in his hands and kissed him deeply. "How could I forget?"

Junho sighed into the kiss. "Never forget but-" He quickly glanced away. "Never hurts to be reminded of what you have."

He didn't like to admit his insecurities often, even to his twin. Being Fate was bad enough, but when Junsu came into his life(if it even was a life that he had), everything changed. Besides, back then he never really felt like he was Junsu's real twin, not with her around. Junho always felt like the odd one out, the one that had ruined things; typical of Fate. And even if things had changed again, and he had no reason to be jealous or worried or anything, bad feelings always loved to creep up on him occasionally.

And the mention of her and her name didn't help much either.

Looking right into his twin's eyes, he tried to smile. "Please, Junsu."

Junsu smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead. He took Junho's hand and pulled it away from himself. Gently, (because he was only ever gently with one person and that was his twin) he pushed Junho so he was on his back and Junsu was above him.

Touching his face softly, Junsu leaned down and placed soft kisses on his lips and down his neck. This was the only thing that he could do for Junho when he was like this. Hi insecurities could only be battled by kindness and gentleness. But then, Junho was the only person that Junsu ever felt like being gentle with. There was just something about him that brought out Junsu's protective side out. He wanted to keep his brother safe and protected, even from himself.

Junho closed his eyes and let Junsu push him down into bed. He sighed at the touches to his face, arching and moaning softly at the kisses on his neck.

There was no need for words, he thought, focusing completely on the tender care he was receiving. As much as he didn't like to share his insecurities or bad thoughts, Junsu still read him like a book. His twin knew exactly what he needed, when he needed it. They truly had a perfect bond.

They were twins, after all. The two were like the perfect set of twins. One knew what the other was thinking or feeling without even trying. Junsu knew it had not always been like that with Dot, and he knew the cause now. It had always bugged him, deep inside.

And yet, when Junho came into their lives, their bond was instantaneous and perfect. Maybe that's why she had always been jealous of Junho. Shaking his head at his thoughts, he looked back at his real brother. He spread his hands over his chest, caressing him as he slid down his body, planting kisses as he went down.

After being alone for such a long time in his life, Junho now relied on Junsu to be his support, his anchor if needed.

At first, he didn't want to burden his twin with anything, still not used to having someone with him, someone loving him. But it came to him so natural. A hug here or there, catching eyes at the same time; Junsu was there to fill the gap that existed without his own knowledge.

Reaching down, he grabbed one of Junsu's hands and pulled it up for a kiss. A silent thank you as he tried not to writhe under his twin's kisses.

The only time Junsu had ever been alone in his life had been the months prior to his original death. Separated from Dot during her pregnancy, it was one of the worst times of his life. He'd never really been alone in his life. Someone had always been there, usually Dot, and then after her death, Junho.

But Junho was so very different from Dot. Junsu had grown up with Dot, loved her and made her his. Had a pair of twins with her, even though they never were able to watch their children grow up. He'd never even thought about them, not even when they were taken and trained to become Death.

Smiling at the kiss, Junsu placed a soft kiss on Junho's stomach. Going lower, he kissed Junho's thigh, then the one part that was calling attention to itself. He kissed the tip, pouring his love into that one kiss.

Intimacy wasn't something that Junho experienced until Junsu. It was all around him, of course, but there was no one he was ever close enough to experience it with.

The previous Fate had kept him at an arm's length as he grew up, teaching him compassion for those with good people with poor fates (like himself) and contempt for those bad with bad fates. He was always lonely, Junho supposed, but he never knew what lonely was until he met Junsu...and her. He never craved any warmth from another person, not a touch nor a kiss, until he met his twin.

Now, as his twin took care of him, as he kissed each sensitive part of skin, Junho wondered how he had survived being so detached from feeling. He raised his hips at the last kiss and, finally unable to keep quiet anymore, let out a soft "Junsu". He gripped the hand he held, worrying at his bottom lip.

"Hurry. Please? I can't-"

Pulling back, he looked back at Junho. Holding the hand in his, he kissed it one last time. Leaning up, he pushed Junho's legs apart and slid inside, whispering his name softly. He shivered, feeling even more connected to him than ever before.

That was the one of the things about him, as opposed to Dot. She was cold and violent; he had always been warm and passionate. He gave Junho all the passion and warmth he had within him. Warmth, passion, love and security. It was all for Junho.

Gentle. So, so gentle. Time and again, Junho always thought that it was funny. That his twin, that Death, was the warmest, kindest person he knew. Would ever know.

His legs fell even wider as Junsu entered him and slowly wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer. By then, Junho had started panting, eyes a little hazy as he reached a hand out to trail down his twin's chest. "Kiss me? Love me?"

"Always and forever." Junsu whispered, leaning up to claim his twin's lips with his own. Taking Junho's face in his hands, he kissed him deeply.

He made love to him, gentle and soft and full of love. Death was cold and unfeeling, or so some believed. But Death was anything but cold and unfeeling. Not many knew the true him, but everything that was good in him came from Junho.

Forever is the word that stayed in Junho's mind as they kissed, as they made love. Even as he finally found his release after an emotional rollercoaster(and long, teasing) of a night, there was nothing else on his mind besides Junsu, Junsu, Junsu.

This moment was proof that Junsu was his; his twin, his lover, his everything and that there was no way that he would give that up anytime soon.

Junsu found release soon after Junho, and it was glorious, as any moment he spent with his twin was glorious. He loved him so much, it was almost painful. In fact, at times it was quite painful. Agonizing to be away from him, he loved his brother as deeply as anyone could love another. It didn't matter that they were twins; his love transcended such boundaries as husband, lover, and brother.

He collapsed against his brother, neither inclined nor having the strength to move. He liked where he was and had no intention of moving.

Junho laughed a little when Junsu fell on top of him, completely spent. He wrapped his arms around his waist, tiredly nuzzling into Junsu's hair and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you, love..." He never needed to say thank you, really. But just as Junsu was willing to give himself, his love, his trust so easily, Junho was ready to give his gratitude, his respect, his everything. "Always thank you."

"Hmm...no thanks are needed between us, but you're welcome." Junsu smiled, nuzzling Junho's neck before wrapping his arms around him. "Am I too heavy?" Because he really didn't want to move. He liked where he was just fine, and if he wasn't too heavy for Junho, he was staying right where he was.

"Ehhhh, a little~" He joked, poking him in the side.

"But it's nice. You're very warm and I like this. I like us like this." He yawned, snuggling deeper into the bed and his twin. "I'll get angry if you move."

"Oh perish the thought. Fate getting angry." Junsu teased, a reference to when they first met.

"Then I won't move." He tugged the covers over them and snuggled against his twin, sighing happily.

He bit his ear in retaliation. "You were sure a little Brat, you know. I was always angry at you."

He fixed the covers to his liking (sticking one foot out from under them) and closed his eyes. "And good. I would just drag you back anyway."

Junsu gave a mock pout at the bite. "Why'd you stop? And I know. But it was so much fun. You got annoyed so easily. It was cute."

Shaking his head at Junho and his need for his foot sticking out from under the covers. Such a strange brother he had.

"I stopped because sleep. Also, not cute." He poked his twin hard in the side.

"Also for that, no bites in the morning." He paused, grinning in the dark. "Consider Death grounded!"

"Oh, you are just sooooooooo funny." Junsu rolled his eyes, poking him back just as hard.

"Grounded? Good. I could use the vacation." He grinned cheekily, showing the bratty Death was still around.

"Pfft. We both could. But then the world really WOULD go crazy..."

Suddenly yawning, he leaned down to kiss the top of his twin's head. "Sleep. We can dream about the vacation we'll never have, hm?" He snuggled into the bed, closing his eyes. "Good night, Junsu."