Misguided Angel 10/??
Title: Misguided Angel 10/??
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG-NC-17 (depending on the chapter)
Pairings: 2min, jongkey, kangteuk, minkhun
Genre: AU (kind of), romance, fantasy
Summary: I shouldn't be falling for him like this. I've never fallen for anyone but the one I have been bound to since I was created. So why am I suddenly doing whatever I can to protect him, to make sure no harm every comes his way. I shouldn't be by his side like this. I shouldn't be holding him in my arms as he sleeps. But the fire that I feel when our skin touches is something I've never experienced before. What does this all mean? I know I'm only putting him in more danger by staying with him, but for some reason I can't leave him. I can't just walk away from him. I want to mark him as mine. I need to mark him as mine.
A/N: So the much awaited update is here. I think I've spoiled you all with my constant updates. haha. I'm sorry. I have been busy the past few days, on the go constantly and I know it seems like a lame excuse because I've updated my other two stories. But please realize that with this story I seriously need to give it my undivided attention for a few hours just to come up with a chapter I like. It took me a good three hours to write this chapter. Anyways, this week isn't as hectic for me so I should be able to update on a more regular basis again. Oh and for those who are fans of my Paper Series, I will probably be posting the first story for Paper Clips and Other Office Supplies on Minho's bday. You have boondoks1 to thank for that. haha. So on with the update! COMMENTS= ♥
CHAPTER TEN
When Abaddon comes back, I immediately go to his side, “What did you and Michael talk about?”
He smiles at me and wraps his arm around my waist, moving me so that my back was against his chest. I’m thankful that even though I’m a bulkier man than him in this cycle, he’s still taller than me, “It’s nothing. Just a suspicion I have.”
“You’re not going to tell me,” I look over my shoulder at him, “Do you not trust me?”
“Azrael, let’s not do this right now.”
“Do what? I asked you a simple question. Is it that hard to answer? Or do you really not trust me?”
“You’re putting words in my mouth.”
“Answer the question.”
“Of course I trust you. I love you. How can I not trust you?”
“Then what did you want Michael talk about?”
“I don’t want to discuss it here.”
“You don’t trust me,” I break free of his grasp and turn to face him.
“Uh oh! Abaddon and Azrael are having their first lover’s quarrel, take cover!”
I turn behind me and glare at the person who just said that, “SHUT UP UZZA!”
“Hey, I’m not the one you’re mad it, it’s Abaddon. I’m innocent here,” he holds up his hands.
“Stop talking sweetie,” Azazel says as she takes his hand and leads him to go sit on the couch.
“So?” I turn back to Abaddon, hands on my hips, “Are you going to tell me or not?”
“Aish, you’re even more moody in this cycle and you’re a guy.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
“And the hole keeps getting deeper and deeper,” Vassago says as he makes a digging motion.
“Do you guys have nothing better to do than watch us like we’re some kind of drama?” Abaddon complains.
“Well you have to admit, it is like watching a drama right now. Even better because we know what’s going to happen. Can you guys hold off a little bit so we can get some snacks?”
“You’re not helping the situation,” Procel tells her lover as she too grabs his hand and joins Uzza and Azazel on the couch, “Just don’t talk before you become their victim.”
“Don’t pay attention to them!” I yell, “If they wanna watch, let them. I should have your undivided attention right now.”
“You always have my undivided attention. And prefer not to have eyes on us when we’re talking like this.”
“Like what?! You’re like talking in circles!”
“Will you calm down?”
“No! Not until you answer my fucking questions!”
“And I told you that I didn’t want to talk about it here. Besides it’s not that big of a deal anyways.”
“If it wasn’t such a big deal then you and Michael could have talked about it out here, but you went into one of the rooms. You’re keeping something from me Abaddon and I don’t like it. We don’t keep anything from each other. Were you talking about me? Oh my god! That’s it you were talking about me!”
He grabs both of my shoulders and stares down at me, “I wasn’t talking about you and we went into the other room to talk because all I have is a suspicion. Why make the rest of you worry if it’s nothing?”
“You can still tell me though.”
“You’re not going to let this go are you?”
“Well what do you expect? I finally remember who I am and who you are and I already feel like you’re keeping something from me. You are my other half Abaddon, nothing changes that, so either tell me what you talked about or… or… I don’t know.”
“That’s my only option? Tell you what Michael and I talk about or nothing?”
“Shut up! I hate that you’re so calm when things like this happen. Always cool and collected and I’m the bitch. I HATE YOU!”
“You don’t hate me,” he pulls me into a hug and I push him away. Normally I wouldn’t be able to do this, but thanks to my new man muscles, it’s a simple task for me.
“I so hate you right now.”
“Oh my god, you’re really not going to let this go. Fine,” he grabs my hand and starts to drag me to one of the rooms.
“Let go of me you stupid alien frog!” I yell.
“Will you shut your mouth for just a second!”
“Damnit, they’re going into another room,” I hear Vassago say, “You think we can follow them? Ouch, damnit Procel. What was that for?”
“Stop butting into their business.”
Abaddon slams the door behind us and locks it. I pull my hand free from his grasp and punch his arm, “That hurt asshole! If you wanted to talk in a different room, all you had to say so. Didn’t have to drag me. I swear if I have a bruise in the morning I’m going to beat you up and I totally can in this cycle because I have more muscles than you.”
“Will you just shut up!”
“Stop telling me what to do!”
“Do you want me to answer your questions or not?”
“I want you to stop telling me what the fuck to do. I’m my own person, I can make my own decisions.”
“You keep putting words in my mouth.”
“You forget who I am. I know you better than you know yourself.”
“Aish, why do I even try? I’m fighting a losing battle here. You’re always right and I’m always wrong.”
“I’m glad you’re realizing this now.”
“Still a bitch even as a guy.”
“Say that again. I dare you to say that again.”
“Fine. You. Are. A. B-I-T-C-H. Bitch.”
“You’ve asked for it,” I throw myself at him and start to pound his chest, “I hate you! Why do I have to stuck with you as my bond mate. Why can’t I have someone like Metraton? No, I had to get an asshole who doesn’t know when to shut his fucking mouth.”
Everything happens so fast. I don’t know when he grabbed onto my wrists and pushed me up against the wall. Damn, he was still strong even though his body was smaller than mine.
“Stop hitting me,” he says and his voice is lower and softer.
“Quit telling me what to do. I’ll hit you if I feel like it,” I struggle in his grasp, but he just pushes me back against the wall even harder. We’re staring each other down now. His hands slowly release their grip on my wrists. I can’t take it anymore and I grab his head and bring it down to me, crashing our lips together. He responds to the kiss almost immediately, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I feel his hands move down to my ass giving it a tight squeeze. I yelp and break the kiss.
“What?”
“Since when have you liked squeezing my ass?”
“Since you go this one,” he squeezes it again.
“Stop doing that.”
“Stop talking and I will.”
“Don’t-” and I’m unable to finish my sentence because his lips are on mine again. We start to move about the room. Both of us trying to take the lead which results in us running into the walls and the furniture. They probably think we’re beating each other up from the noises we’re making.
“God I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs into my mouth.
“Shut up, you’re going to ruin the mood,” I reply as we finally land on the bed. I can feel the bulges in our pants rubbing against each other now. It felt kind of weird. But I wasn’t about to start complaining. It’s been too long since we’ve been together.
“Whatever you say love,” he moves down to my neck and the moan the escapes my mouth surprises me. It’s like someone else is making the noises, but I know that it’s me. His mouth finds my collarbone and begins to suck on it. I clench his shirt in my hands as another moan leaves my mouth.
It isn’t long before we’re in nothing but our boxers. He’s hovering above me and I stare up at him. My hands begin to run through his short black hair, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he leans down and kisses me.
“You think we should be doing this? Isn’t it going to be weird. We’re both guys. Not to mention we have an audience behind that door.”
“If you want to stop, just say so.”
“I never said that. I’m just saying.”
“Stop talking,” his lips are on mine again and I sigh, which allows him to move his tongue into my mouth.
“GROSS! CAN’T YOU GUYS WAIT TO FUCK UNTIL WE’RE ALL GONE?!” I hear Uzza yell from the other side of the door. I’m not surprised that someone had their ear pressed up against the door to keep the others informed of what was going on inside.
“Actually, I think that’s our cue to leave my friend,” Kokabiel responds. The next few minutes are filled with shuffling footsteps and I hear the front door open.
“I’ll just go back first Abaddon! I’ll cover for you!” Seraphiel yells just as the door shuts.
“They’re gone now, so will you quit teasing me?” Abaddon had his hand down my boxers the whole time, slowly stroking me. He just smirks at me before I bring him down for another intense and passion-filled kiss.
*~*
When I get back to the dorms, Jonghyun is sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. I know he isn’t reading it because his attention seems to be on the wall in front of him. His hands seem to just be doing a thing on their own. I watch as he reaches the end of the magazine, but his hands are still doing the motion. I wonder when he’ll notice that he’s flipped the last page of the magazine. I wonder when he’ll notice I’m standing in the room.
It’s silent in the room. The only sound is the low hum from the fridge in the kitchen. He seems like he’s deep in his thoughts. I wonder what has him thinking so hard. His hands have stopped moving and are now resting as his sides.
“How long are you going to stand there?” he asks, eyes still focuses on the wall in front of him. But I don’t answer him. I remain quiet and in the shadows of the hallway, “Are you afraid to approach me all of a sudden?”
I don’t say anything again. I don’t know why. It feels like something literally took my voice away from me. I could open my mouth, but I don’t think anything would come out. I couldn’t even move. I was frozen in place. What was going on with me? Why was I feeling like this.
“Come here,” he finally turns in my direction and holds out his arms. It seems to take all of my strength to move. I feel like my legs are made of lead as I make my way to him. He throws the magazine on the coffee table when I’m a few steps away from him. I make to sit beside him, but he grabs me and pulls me down to his lap. He nuzzles his head in my neck and I can feel his breath, “What’s wrong?”
“Hm?”
“Something’s not right. You can tell me.”
“Mm,” I can’t seem to find my words. I can only make sounds.
“You don’t want to talk about it?”
“Mm,” nothing was wrong. At least I didn’t think anything was wrong. So I don’t know why I was acting this way.
“Okay,” he holds me closer and I relax more in his arms. I lay back against his body and he starts to trail kisses down my neck. I hum in response. I love the feel of his lips. I slowly turn my head and he brings his lips to mine. The kiss is slow and lazy, but quickly starts to heat up when his hands slip under my shirt and starts to roam over my smooth skin. I moan and he takes the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. I don’t even bother to try to dominate the kiss, I let him take the lead.
“Maybe we should move this somewhere more private?” he says once we break for air.
“You sure? Last night you totally shot me down. Left me high and dry,” I say and it feels like I’ve finally found my voice again.
“I just didn’t want you to do something you were going to regret.”
“Oh I won’t regret it,” I give him a quick kiss before getting off his lap and pulling him up. We begin to make out again as he starts to lead me to my room.
“Lock the door,” I mumble into his mouth once we’re inside.
“Why?”
“I don’t want any interruptions. Unless you want Minho to walk in on us and cock block you.”
“No, definitely not. Where is he anyways?” he starts to kiss my neck.
“Seriously?” I pull away from him.
“What?”
“We’re about to have sex and you’re asking where Minho is? There’s other more important matters you know.”
“Like what?”
“This,” I let my hand brush against the obvious bulge in his pants.
“Oh.”
“Want me to help you with that?” and by the look he gives me, I know that I’ve got the train back on it’s track.
“Well seeing how you’re the cause of it, you better fix it.”
“With pleasure,” I slowly drop to my knees and begin to undo his pants. He let’s out a hiss when I free his aching member and expose it to the cold air in the room, “Wow Jjongie, and I thought Onew was the one who was packing. You’ve been holding out.”
“Bummie,” he says, but I don’t let him finish. I take him in my mouth in one swift movement. He stumbles back into the wall and holds onto it for support. I allow my cheeks to hollow out so I can suck on him harder. I smile when a low moan escapes his mouth. I start to pull away from him, but his hands find my head and push me back to where I was originally. I relax my jaw and allow him to push himself further into my mouth, his hands still holding my head in place.
“Fuck Bummie,” he says under his breath as I begin to hum the latest song from SNSD. I’m about to start the second verse when I feel his cum shoot into my mouth. He let’s out a long and slow moan as he rides out his orgasm. I continue humming the song and feel him harden again. When I finally feel his hands loosen their hold on me, I pull back and release his cock with a soft ‘pop.’
“Damn Bummie,” he says as he takes deep breathes, “That was like the best blow job ever.”
“And to think, the fun has only just begun,” I reply as I start to back my way to the bed, keeping my eyes on his. I start to slowly take off my clothes as I begin to sing the first song that comes to mind.
Head back, eyes closed, deep breath, let it go
Bare with me, I’ll take good care
I’m an expert, other girls just can’t compare
I’m highly recommended, don’t need a second opinion
You’ll be all better, baby once I’m finished
So be a good patient, be patient
Stay under my observation and holla back in the morning
He finally moves towards me, pulling his shirt off and throwing it aside. I smirk as his hands grab my waist, thumbs hooking into my boxers, which happen to be the only thing that’s separating me from being completely naked. I watch his eyes move down to my not so subtle erection that’s just begging to be set free. I turn my back to him and start to rub my ass against his fully erect member as I continue to sing.
I know you never had a girl quite like me, uh me, uh me, uh me
I take a hot boy and give him cold feet, uh feet, uh feet
When it comes to love I’m like a surgeon
I’m a true tactician
Gonna make your body better, when we get in the right position
I’m like a surgeon
Imma make your body jump every time my body pumps
Uh huh uh huh
I move to the bed and lay down. He slowly licks his lips as his eyes wander over my body. I can see the lust in them and I smile. I hook my thumbs into my boxers and slowly start to pull them down, lifting just my midsection to push them past my ass. His eyes stay focused on my arousal as I kick my boxers off my feet.
I’m like a surgeon
When your reflexes leave your knees
My love’s like anesthesia, I’ll rock you fast to sleep
I’m like a surgeon, oh yes, I’m fully qualified
Lay your head back on the pillow and relax your mind
I slowly spread my legs and that seems to be enough invitation for him. He quickly positions himself between them and starts to attack my neck with his mouth.
“Mm, Jjongie,” I moan as my hands run through his hair.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” he says, bringing his head up to mine before crashing our lips together. I feel his finger ghosting over my entrance, slowly running over it.
“I can’t wait for that,” I tell him.
“What?”
“It takes too much time, just get in me already.”
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“Okay,” he quickly spreads the pre cum that’s leaking out of his member all over it and some on my entrance. I hook my legs onto his shoulders and wait for him to enter me. He’s cautious as he slowly pushes the tip into my puckered hole.
“Jjongie, come on. You’re not going to break me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you though.”
“I said you won’t so hurry up and push it in, I’m getting bored here!”
“Geez, you’re so bossy.”
“Seriously? Are you trying to kill the mood because you’re doing a pretty good job at it.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me,” and he does by slamming right into me and hitting my prostate in the process. I arch my back off the bed as I moan, the pain I feel is dull compared the intense pleasure pulsing through my system as he slowly pulls out just to slam back into me, “Fuck!”
“I already am baby,” he smirks as he brings his head down to my nipple and takes it into his mouth.
*~*
I wake up when I hear a soft banging coming from the other room. I roll over and groan just as a low moan fills my ear. Gross, Key and Jonghyun must be doing it. I lift my hand and bang on the wall to let them know that they’re not the only ones in the dorm. Maybe I should go and sleep with Onew in his room. I didn’t want to hear those two getting it on all night. And I’m sure it will be all night. The sexual tension between the two for the past few weeks has been anything but unnoticeable.
I sit up and look around. I wonder where Minho is. Maybe he’s in the living room. Poor thing got kicked out so the two horny bastards can finally release themselves into each other. Although, Minho should know that he’s always welcomed in here. More importantly, my bed. A small smile spreads across my face as I almost skip out of the room, only to vanish when I see that the living room is empty. Maybe he’s in Onew’s room. I go over and knock on the door before slowly opening it. I squint in the dark and see the lump that is Onew covered from head to toe with his blanket, like it always is. No sign of Minho though. I wonder where he is.
I’m about to go back to my room when another, rather loud, moan fills the silence. I turn and look back at our leader who doesn’t seem to have heard it at all. He is a very heavy sleeper. I walk over to his bed and tap his shoulder, “Hyung can I sleep with you?”
No answer. I tap his shoulder again, “Hyuuuuung. Can I sleep with you? Key hyung and Jonghyun hyung are being too loud.”
“Ugh,” he replies, pulling the covers further over his head.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I pull back the blanket and climb inside. Even though I’d rather be sleeping with Minho, I guess Onew will have to do. For now at least. It isn’t long before I’m back in my own dreamland.
I’m in a dimly lit room and only one other person is with me. I look over at him and he looks exhausted. There’s blood all over his body, whether it was his or someone else’s I’m not quite sure. His head is resting on the wall behind him and his eyes are closed. I slowly crawl closer and kneel in front of him. I bring my hand up to the cuts on his arms. Starting at his wrists and slowly trailing them up to his shoulders.
I jump when he grabs one of my hands and his eyes shoot open, “What are you doing?”
“You’re hurt,” is all I say and I pull my hand free from his grasp.
“I think it’s inevitable that I get hurt. We’re at war Semyaza. It would be a miracle if I were to walk out with not even a scratch on me. Besides, it’s nothing. They don’t even hurt,” he closes his eyes again and relaxes. We were taking a short rest before heading back out into the battle ground. He was doing most of the fighting since he said that I was his superior and it was his duty to make sure I stayed safe.
I didn’t like seeing him like this though. I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for him. I don’t know why, perhaps because I had made him my second in command and he was always by my side. I don’t know when it happened, but I knew that I was beginning to fall for him.
My eyes wander to his chest and torso. His shirt is pretty much useless at this point, there are rips and tears all over it. It’s barely covering the injuries he had. I reach for the hem of it and slowly raise it up.
“Semyaza,” he says, eyes still closed.
“Let me see them. They might be serious.”
“I said I’m fine.”
“And I said let me see them,” I look over the many cuts on defiling his body. Most of them look shallow, which is proof that he is an amazing fighter. He’s always able to get his attacker before they get him. He did always say that they better make the first swing count because they won’t be able to get a second one in.
My eyes land on a rather deep gash that ran down his left side. I bring one of my hands up to it and carefully touch it. He takes in a deep breath at the sudden contact, “I thought you said these were nothing.”
“They are.”
“Then why did you just take in that breath?”
“You surprised me is all.”
“Quit trying to act tough. I can see how deep it is. I can only imagine how much it hurts.”
“It’s nothing,” his eyes are open now and he takes hold of move my hands before shoving them back to me, “You better rest. We should get moving again. I’m sure they’re catching up to us by now.”
“Let me treat it first and then I’ll rest.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll live.”
“You know you don’t always have to act all tough. I’m not Azrael, you don’t need to be a man around me. If it hurts, you can show it. I won’t think you’re weak or anything,” I move to sit beside him and he turns his head to look at me.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Liar.”
It’s silent between us now. I turn my head to the entrance of the little room we’re in, a small amount of light streaming through it. It won’t be long before night comes. We should probably get moving before that happens.
“Is it hard?” I say out of nowhere.
“Is what hard?”
“Being separated from Azrael.”
“Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know. I guess because I don’t have an other half. So I don’t know what it’s like to feel that kind of bond with someone.”
“Oh.”
“So is it?”
“Not really. I know that she’s okay so it’s easy to be apart.”
“I see. I wish I knew the feeling.”
“It’s easier though.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s easier to be away from her because I have you.”
“What?”
And I’m totally caught off guard when I feel his hand lightly grab hold of my chin. He turns my head to face him and I watch as he slowly lowers it. I close my eyes and wait for our lips to meet. When they do, I can’t hold back anymore. My hand flies up to his head and pulls it closer to mine so I can deepen the kiss. His arm snakes around my waist and pulls me into his lap. Our tongues are quickly added to the mix, battling each other for dominance.
“Abaddon,” I moan into his mouth.
I wake up with a start and am kind of disappointed. This was the first dream I’ve had in awhile that didn’t involve me fighting. Granted the guy who was always beside me, this Abaddon guy, bore a striking resemblance to Minho. And just when things were starting to heat up between us in the dream, my body decides it’s time for me to wake up.
I turn my head when I hear a door opening. Maybe it’s a good thing my body woke me up. I carefully climb out of bed so as not to wake Onew and make my way back into the hall. I doesn’t surprise me when I see Minho bent over as he takes his shoes off. I quickly walk over to him. He stands back up once I’m directly in front of him.
“Minnie,” he says, “What are you doing up? You should be asleep.”
I just study him for a second. I compare him to the man in my dreams. They were oddly similar except the man in my dreams had a little more muscle and longer, brown hair.
“Minnie, why are you looking at me like that?” he asks and I don’t respond. I keep staring at his face. I start at his hair then move to his eyes, then his nose, then his ears, until finally I stop at his lips. They definitely had the same lips. I wonder if his felt the same as they way Abaddon’s felt in my dream. Only one way to find out.
Without thinking, I throw my arms around his neck and pull him down so that our lips meet. He seems surprised at first, but he doesn’t struggle in my grasp. I keep our lips together until I finally feel him relax. His arms wrap around my waist as he slowly begins to respond to the kiss.
They don’t feel the same as the lips in my dream. They feel ten times better.
A/N: I feel as though this chapter was pointless, but then again. It will lead to the events I have planned for the next chapter. Let's just say that someone regains a memory while in the arms of someone else... hahahaha... I'm sure that made no sense whatsoever, but then again if you remember what Minho said in a previous chapter about regaining memories, you might get it. Oh and thank you to crazy_rourou for this lovely, amazing, awesome bday gift. YOU'RE THE BESTEST!!!
New and Improved Misguided Angel Cast List
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG-NC-17 (depending on the chapter)
Pairings: 2min, jongkey, kangteuk, minkhun
Genre: AU (kind of), romance, fantasy
Summary: I shouldn't be falling for him like this. I've never fallen for anyone but the one I have been bound to since I was created. So why am I suddenly doing whatever I can to protect him, to make sure no harm every comes his way. I shouldn't be by his side like this. I shouldn't be holding him in my arms as he sleeps. But the fire that I feel when our skin touches is something I've never experienced before. What does this all mean? I know I'm only putting him in more danger by staying with him, but for some reason I can't leave him. I can't just walk away from him. I want to mark him as mine. I need to mark him as mine.
A/N: So the much awaited update is here. I think I've spoiled you all with my constant updates. haha. I'm sorry. I have been busy the past few days, on the go constantly and I know it seems like a lame excuse because I've updated my other two stories. But please realize that with this story I seriously need to give it my undivided attention for a few hours just to come up with a chapter I like. It took me a good three hours to write this chapter. Anyways, this week isn't as hectic for me so I should be able to update on a more regular basis again. Oh and for those who are fans of my Paper Series, I will probably be posting the first story for Paper Clips and Other Office Supplies on Minho's bday. You have boondoks1 to thank for that. haha. So on with the update! COMMENTS= ♥
CHAPTER TEN
When Abaddon comes back, I immediately go to his side, “What did you and Michael talk about?”
He smiles at me and wraps his arm around my waist, moving me so that my back was against his chest. I’m thankful that even though I’m a bulkier man than him in this cycle, he’s still taller than me, “It’s nothing. Just a suspicion I have.”
“You’re not going to tell me,” I look over my shoulder at him, “Do you not trust me?”
“Azrael, let’s not do this right now.”
“Do what? I asked you a simple question. Is it that hard to answer? Or do you really not trust me?”
“You’re putting words in my mouth.”
“Answer the question.”
“Of course I trust you. I love you. How can I not trust you?”
“Then what did you want Michael talk about?”
“I don’t want to discuss it here.”
“You don’t trust me,” I break free of his grasp and turn to face him.
“Uh oh! Abaddon and Azrael are having their first lover’s quarrel, take cover!”
I turn behind me and glare at the person who just said that, “SHUT UP UZZA!”
“Hey, I’m not the one you’re mad it, it’s Abaddon. I’m innocent here,” he holds up his hands.
“Stop talking sweetie,” Azazel says as she takes his hand and leads him to go sit on the couch.
“So?” I turn back to Abaddon, hands on my hips, “Are you going to tell me or not?”
“Aish, you’re even more moody in this cycle and you’re a guy.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
“And the hole keeps getting deeper and deeper,” Vassago says as he makes a digging motion.
“Do you guys have nothing better to do than watch us like we’re some kind of drama?” Abaddon complains.
“Well you have to admit, it is like watching a drama right now. Even better because we know what’s going to happen. Can you guys hold off a little bit so we can get some snacks?”
“You’re not helping the situation,” Procel tells her lover as she too grabs his hand and joins Uzza and Azazel on the couch, “Just don’t talk before you become their victim.”
“Don’t pay attention to them!” I yell, “If they wanna watch, let them. I should have your undivided attention right now.”
“You always have my undivided attention. And prefer not to have eyes on us when we’re talking like this.”
“Like what?! You’re like talking in circles!”
“Will you calm down?”
“No! Not until you answer my fucking questions!”
“And I told you that I didn’t want to talk about it here. Besides it’s not that big of a deal anyways.”
“If it wasn’t such a big deal then you and Michael could have talked about it out here, but you went into one of the rooms. You’re keeping something from me Abaddon and I don’t like it. We don’t keep anything from each other. Were you talking about me? Oh my god! That’s it you were talking about me!”
He grabs both of my shoulders and stares down at me, “I wasn’t talking about you and we went into the other room to talk because all I have is a suspicion. Why make the rest of you worry if it’s nothing?”
“You can still tell me though.”
“You’re not going to let this go are you?”
“Well what do you expect? I finally remember who I am and who you are and I already feel like you’re keeping something from me. You are my other half Abaddon, nothing changes that, so either tell me what you talked about or… or… I don’t know.”
“That’s my only option? Tell you what Michael and I talk about or nothing?”
“Shut up! I hate that you’re so calm when things like this happen. Always cool and collected and I’m the bitch. I HATE YOU!”
“You don’t hate me,” he pulls me into a hug and I push him away. Normally I wouldn’t be able to do this, but thanks to my new man muscles, it’s a simple task for me.
“I so hate you right now.”
“Oh my god, you’re really not going to let this go. Fine,” he grabs my hand and starts to drag me to one of the rooms.
“Let go of me you stupid alien frog!” I yell.
“Will you shut your mouth for just a second!”
“Damnit, they’re going into another room,” I hear Vassago say, “You think we can follow them? Ouch, damnit Procel. What was that for?”
“Stop butting into their business.”
Abaddon slams the door behind us and locks it. I pull my hand free from his grasp and punch his arm, “That hurt asshole! If you wanted to talk in a different room, all you had to say so. Didn’t have to drag me. I swear if I have a bruise in the morning I’m going to beat you up and I totally can in this cycle because I have more muscles than you.”
“Will you just shut up!”
“Stop telling me what to do!”
“Do you want me to answer your questions or not?”
“I want you to stop telling me what the fuck to do. I’m my own person, I can make my own decisions.”
“You keep putting words in my mouth.”
“You forget who I am. I know you better than you know yourself.”
“Aish, why do I even try? I’m fighting a losing battle here. You’re always right and I’m always wrong.”
“I’m glad you’re realizing this now.”
“Still a bitch even as a guy.”
“Say that again. I dare you to say that again.”
“Fine. You. Are. A. B-I-T-C-H. Bitch.”
“You’ve asked for it,” I throw myself at him and start to pound his chest, “I hate you! Why do I have to stuck with you as my bond mate. Why can’t I have someone like Metraton? No, I had to get an asshole who doesn’t know when to shut his fucking mouth.”
Everything happens so fast. I don’t know when he grabbed onto my wrists and pushed me up against the wall. Damn, he was still strong even though his body was smaller than mine.
“Stop hitting me,” he says and his voice is lower and softer.
“Quit telling me what to do. I’ll hit you if I feel like it,” I struggle in his grasp, but he just pushes me back against the wall even harder. We’re staring each other down now. His hands slowly release their grip on my wrists. I can’t take it anymore and I grab his head and bring it down to me, crashing our lips together. He responds to the kiss almost immediately, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I feel his hands move down to my ass giving it a tight squeeze. I yelp and break the kiss.
“What?”
“Since when have you liked squeezing my ass?”
“Since you go this one,” he squeezes it again.
“Stop doing that.”
“Stop talking and I will.”
“Don’t-” and I’m unable to finish my sentence because his lips are on mine again. We start to move about the room. Both of us trying to take the lead which results in us running into the walls and the furniture. They probably think we’re beating each other up from the noises we’re making.
“God I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs into my mouth.
“Shut up, you’re going to ruin the mood,” I reply as we finally land on the bed. I can feel the bulges in our pants rubbing against each other now. It felt kind of weird. But I wasn’t about to start complaining. It’s been too long since we’ve been together.
“Whatever you say love,” he moves down to my neck and the moan the escapes my mouth surprises me. It’s like someone else is making the noises, but I know that it’s me. His mouth finds my collarbone and begins to suck on it. I clench his shirt in my hands as another moan leaves my mouth.
It isn’t long before we’re in nothing but our boxers. He’s hovering above me and I stare up at him. My hands begin to run through his short black hair, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he leans down and kisses me.
“You think we should be doing this? Isn’t it going to be weird. We’re both guys. Not to mention we have an audience behind that door.”
“If you want to stop, just say so.”
“I never said that. I’m just saying.”
“Stop talking,” his lips are on mine again and I sigh, which allows him to move his tongue into my mouth.
“GROSS! CAN’T YOU GUYS WAIT TO FUCK UNTIL WE’RE ALL GONE?!” I hear Uzza yell from the other side of the door. I’m not surprised that someone had their ear pressed up against the door to keep the others informed of what was going on inside.
“Actually, I think that’s our cue to leave my friend,” Kokabiel responds. The next few minutes are filled with shuffling footsteps and I hear the front door open.
“I’ll just go back first Abaddon! I’ll cover for you!” Seraphiel yells just as the door shuts.
“They’re gone now, so will you quit teasing me?” Abaddon had his hand down my boxers the whole time, slowly stroking me. He just smirks at me before I bring him down for another intense and passion-filled kiss.
*~*
When I get back to the dorms, Jonghyun is sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine. I know he isn’t reading it because his attention seems to be on the wall in front of him. His hands seem to just be doing a thing on their own. I watch as he reaches the end of the magazine, but his hands are still doing the motion. I wonder when he’ll notice that he’s flipped the last page of the magazine. I wonder when he’ll notice I’m standing in the room.
It’s silent in the room. The only sound is the low hum from the fridge in the kitchen. He seems like he’s deep in his thoughts. I wonder what has him thinking so hard. His hands have stopped moving and are now resting as his sides.
“How long are you going to stand there?” he asks, eyes still focuses on the wall in front of him. But I don’t answer him. I remain quiet and in the shadows of the hallway, “Are you afraid to approach me all of a sudden?”
I don’t say anything again. I don’t know why. It feels like something literally took my voice away from me. I could open my mouth, but I don’t think anything would come out. I couldn’t even move. I was frozen in place. What was going on with me? Why was I feeling like this.
“Come here,” he finally turns in my direction and holds out his arms. It seems to take all of my strength to move. I feel like my legs are made of lead as I make my way to him. He throws the magazine on the coffee table when I’m a few steps away from him. I make to sit beside him, but he grabs me and pulls me down to his lap. He nuzzles his head in my neck and I can feel his breath, “What’s wrong?”
“Hm?”
“Something’s not right. You can tell me.”
“Mm,” I can’t seem to find my words. I can only make sounds.
“You don’t want to talk about it?”
“Mm,” nothing was wrong. At least I didn’t think anything was wrong. So I don’t know why I was acting this way.
“Okay,” he holds me closer and I relax more in his arms. I lay back against his body and he starts to trail kisses down my neck. I hum in response. I love the feel of his lips. I slowly turn my head and he brings his lips to mine. The kiss is slow and lazy, but quickly starts to heat up when his hands slip under my shirt and starts to roam over my smooth skin. I moan and he takes the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. I don’t even bother to try to dominate the kiss, I let him take the lead.
“Maybe we should move this somewhere more private?” he says once we break for air.
“You sure? Last night you totally shot me down. Left me high and dry,” I say and it feels like I’ve finally found my voice again.
“I just didn’t want you to do something you were going to regret.”
“Oh I won’t regret it,” I give him a quick kiss before getting off his lap and pulling him up. We begin to make out again as he starts to lead me to my room.
“Lock the door,” I mumble into his mouth once we’re inside.
“Why?”
“I don’t want any interruptions. Unless you want Minho to walk in on us and cock block you.”
“No, definitely not. Where is he anyways?” he starts to kiss my neck.
“Seriously?” I pull away from him.
“What?”
“We’re about to have sex and you’re asking where Minho is? There’s other more important matters you know.”
“Like what?”
“This,” I let my hand brush against the obvious bulge in his pants.
“Oh.”
“Want me to help you with that?” and by the look he gives me, I know that I’ve got the train back on it’s track.
“Well seeing how you’re the cause of it, you better fix it.”
“With pleasure,” I slowly drop to my knees and begin to undo his pants. He let’s out a hiss when I free his aching member and expose it to the cold air in the room, “Wow Jjongie, and I thought Onew was the one who was packing. You’ve been holding out.”
“Bummie,” he says, but I don’t let him finish. I take him in my mouth in one swift movement. He stumbles back into the wall and holds onto it for support. I allow my cheeks to hollow out so I can suck on him harder. I smile when a low moan escapes his mouth. I start to pull away from him, but his hands find my head and push me back to where I was originally. I relax my jaw and allow him to push himself further into my mouth, his hands still holding my head in place.
“Fuck Bummie,” he says under his breath as I begin to hum the latest song from SNSD. I’m about to start the second verse when I feel his cum shoot into my mouth. He let’s out a long and slow moan as he rides out his orgasm. I continue humming the song and feel him harden again. When I finally feel his hands loosen their hold on me, I pull back and release his cock with a soft ‘pop.’
“Damn Bummie,” he says as he takes deep breathes, “That was like the best blow job ever.”
“And to think, the fun has only just begun,” I reply as I start to back my way to the bed, keeping my eyes on his. I start to slowly take off my clothes as I begin to sing the first song that comes to mind.
Head back, eyes closed, deep breath, let it go
Bare with me, I’ll take good care
I’m an expert, other girls just can’t compare
I’m highly recommended, don’t need a second opinion
You’ll be all better, baby once I’m finished
So be a good patient, be patient
Stay under my observation and holla back in the morning
He finally moves towards me, pulling his shirt off and throwing it aside. I smirk as his hands grab my waist, thumbs hooking into my boxers, which happen to be the only thing that’s separating me from being completely naked. I watch his eyes move down to my not so subtle erection that’s just begging to be set free. I turn my back to him and start to rub my ass against his fully erect member as I continue to sing.
I know you never had a girl quite like me, uh me, uh me, uh me
I take a hot boy and give him cold feet, uh feet, uh feet
When it comes to love I’m like a surgeon
I’m a true tactician
Gonna make your body better, when we get in the right position
I’m like a surgeon
Imma make your body jump every time my body pumps
Uh huh uh huh
I move to the bed and lay down. He slowly licks his lips as his eyes wander over my body. I can see the lust in them and I smile. I hook my thumbs into my boxers and slowly start to pull them down, lifting just my midsection to push them past my ass. His eyes stay focused on my arousal as I kick my boxers off my feet.
I’m like a surgeon
When your reflexes leave your knees
My love’s like anesthesia, I’ll rock you fast to sleep
I’m like a surgeon, oh yes, I’m fully qualified
Lay your head back on the pillow and relax your mind
I slowly spread my legs and that seems to be enough invitation for him. He quickly positions himself between them and starts to attack my neck with his mouth.
“Mm, Jjongie,” I moan as my hands run through his hair.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” he says, bringing his head up to mine before crashing our lips together. I feel his finger ghosting over my entrance, slowly running over it.
“I can’t wait for that,” I tell him.
“What?”
“It takes too much time, just get in me already.”
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“Okay,” he quickly spreads the pre cum that’s leaking out of his member all over it and some on my entrance. I hook my legs onto his shoulders and wait for him to enter me. He’s cautious as he slowly pushes the tip into my puckered hole.
“Jjongie, come on. You’re not going to break me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you though.”
“I said you won’t so hurry up and push it in, I’m getting bored here!”
“Geez, you’re so bossy.”
“Seriously? Are you trying to kill the mood because you’re doing a pretty good job at it.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me,” and he does by slamming right into me and hitting my prostate in the process. I arch my back off the bed as I moan, the pain I feel is dull compared the intense pleasure pulsing through my system as he slowly pulls out just to slam back into me, “Fuck!”
“I already am baby,” he smirks as he brings his head down to my nipple and takes it into his mouth.
*~*
I wake up when I hear a soft banging coming from the other room. I roll over and groan just as a low moan fills my ear. Gross, Key and Jonghyun must be doing it. I lift my hand and bang on the wall to let them know that they’re not the only ones in the dorm. Maybe I should go and sleep with Onew in his room. I didn’t want to hear those two getting it on all night. And I’m sure it will be all night. The sexual tension between the two for the past few weeks has been anything but unnoticeable.
I sit up and look around. I wonder where Minho is. Maybe he’s in the living room. Poor thing got kicked out so the two horny bastards can finally release themselves into each other. Although, Minho should know that he’s always welcomed in here. More importantly, my bed. A small smile spreads across my face as I almost skip out of the room, only to vanish when I see that the living room is empty. Maybe he’s in Onew’s room. I go over and knock on the door before slowly opening it. I squint in the dark and see the lump that is Onew covered from head to toe with his blanket, like it always is. No sign of Minho though. I wonder where he is.
I’m about to go back to my room when another, rather loud, moan fills the silence. I turn and look back at our leader who doesn’t seem to have heard it at all. He is a very heavy sleeper. I walk over to his bed and tap his shoulder, “Hyung can I sleep with you?”
No answer. I tap his shoulder again, “Hyuuuuung. Can I sleep with you? Key hyung and Jonghyun hyung are being too loud.”
“Ugh,” he replies, pulling the covers further over his head.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I pull back the blanket and climb inside. Even though I’d rather be sleeping with Minho, I guess Onew will have to do. For now at least. It isn’t long before I’m back in my own dreamland.
I’m in a dimly lit room and only one other person is with me. I look over at him and he looks exhausted. There’s blood all over his body, whether it was his or someone else’s I’m not quite sure. His head is resting on the wall behind him and his eyes are closed. I slowly crawl closer and kneel in front of him. I bring my hand up to the cuts on his arms. Starting at his wrists and slowly trailing them up to his shoulders.
I jump when he grabs one of my hands and his eyes shoot open, “What are you doing?”
“You’re hurt,” is all I say and I pull my hand free from his grasp.
“I think it’s inevitable that I get hurt. We’re at war Semyaza. It would be a miracle if I were to walk out with not even a scratch on me. Besides, it’s nothing. They don’t even hurt,” he closes his eyes again and relaxes. We were taking a short rest before heading back out into the battle ground. He was doing most of the fighting since he said that I was his superior and it was his duty to make sure I stayed safe.
I didn’t like seeing him like this though. I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for him. I don’t know why, perhaps because I had made him my second in command and he was always by my side. I don’t know when it happened, but I knew that I was beginning to fall for him.
My eyes wander to his chest and torso. His shirt is pretty much useless at this point, there are rips and tears all over it. It’s barely covering the injuries he had. I reach for the hem of it and slowly raise it up.
“Semyaza,” he says, eyes still closed.
“Let me see them. They might be serious.”
“I said I’m fine.”
“And I said let me see them,” I look over the many cuts on defiling his body. Most of them look shallow, which is proof that he is an amazing fighter. He’s always able to get his attacker before they get him. He did always say that they better make the first swing count because they won’t be able to get a second one in.
My eyes land on a rather deep gash that ran down his left side. I bring one of my hands up to it and carefully touch it. He takes in a deep breath at the sudden contact, “I thought you said these were nothing.”
“They are.”
“Then why did you just take in that breath?”
“You surprised me is all.”
“Quit trying to act tough. I can see how deep it is. I can only imagine how much it hurts.”
“It’s nothing,” his eyes are open now and he takes hold of move my hands before shoving them back to me, “You better rest. We should get moving again. I’m sure they’re catching up to us by now.”
“Let me treat it first and then I’ll rest.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll live.”
“You know you don’t always have to act all tough. I’m not Azrael, you don’t need to be a man around me. If it hurts, you can show it. I won’t think you’re weak or anything,” I move to sit beside him and he turns his head to look at me.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Liar.”
It’s silent between us now. I turn my head to the entrance of the little room we’re in, a small amount of light streaming through it. It won’t be long before night comes. We should probably get moving before that happens.
“Is it hard?” I say out of nowhere.
“Is what hard?”
“Being separated from Azrael.”
“Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know. I guess because I don’t have an other half. So I don’t know what it’s like to feel that kind of bond with someone.”
“Oh.”
“So is it?”
“Not really. I know that she’s okay so it’s easy to be apart.”
“I see. I wish I knew the feeling.”
“It’s easier though.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s easier to be away from her because I have you.”
“What?”
And I’m totally caught off guard when I feel his hand lightly grab hold of my chin. He turns my head to face him and I watch as he slowly lowers it. I close my eyes and wait for our lips to meet. When they do, I can’t hold back anymore. My hand flies up to his head and pulls it closer to mine so I can deepen the kiss. His arm snakes around my waist and pulls me into his lap. Our tongues are quickly added to the mix, battling each other for dominance.
“Abaddon,” I moan into his mouth.
I wake up with a start and am kind of disappointed. This was the first dream I’ve had in awhile that didn’t involve me fighting. Granted the guy who was always beside me, this Abaddon guy, bore a striking resemblance to Minho. And just when things were starting to heat up between us in the dream, my body decides it’s time for me to wake up.
I turn my head when I hear a door opening. Maybe it’s a good thing my body woke me up. I carefully climb out of bed so as not to wake Onew and make my way back into the hall. I doesn’t surprise me when I see Minho bent over as he takes his shoes off. I quickly walk over to him. He stands back up once I’m directly in front of him.
“Minnie,” he says, “What are you doing up? You should be asleep.”
I just study him for a second. I compare him to the man in my dreams. They were oddly similar except the man in my dreams had a little more muscle and longer, brown hair.
“Minnie, why are you looking at me like that?” he asks and I don’t respond. I keep staring at his face. I start at his hair then move to his eyes, then his nose, then his ears, until finally I stop at his lips. They definitely had the same lips. I wonder if his felt the same as they way Abaddon’s felt in my dream. Only one way to find out.
Without thinking, I throw my arms around his neck and pull him down so that our lips meet. He seems surprised at first, but he doesn’t struggle in my grasp. I keep our lips together until I finally feel him relax. His arms wrap around my waist as he slowly begins to respond to the kiss.
They don’t feel the same as the lips in my dream. They feel ten times better.
A/N: I feel as though this chapter was pointless, but then again. It will lead to the events I have planned for the next chapter. Let's just say that someone regains a memory while in the arms of someone else... hahahaha... I'm sure that made no sense whatsoever, but then again if you remember what Minho said in a previous chapter about regaining memories, you might get it. Oh and thank you to crazy_rourou for this lovely, amazing, awesome bday gift. YOU'RE THE BESTEST!!!
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