FIC: [DBSK] Operation Chaos (6/11)
Title: Operation Chaos - chapter 6
Beta-reader: anaka237
Pairings: Jaejoong/Junsu, side Yunho/Yoochun, various others
Lenght: Chaptered
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Succubus!Junsu, Yoochun and Changmin, in next chapters probably more :P
Genre: AU, fantasy, humour, crack, smut
Summary: A story of what happens when a succubus with some issues meets a human with some issues.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Plot is basing on the succubi legends but I trasformed them for the purpose of writing this fic.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my lovely jaenga and to anaka237
Previous chapters: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Jaejoong entered the apartment , locking the door behind himself and leaving a pair of black shoes next to the wooden dresser. Hastily removing his charcoal-colored jacked, he discarded all his clothes on the way to the bathroom. The thoughts of Junsu’s flushed face, lithe body covered by an extremely fitting top and sweat pants riding low on this gorgeous backside were urging him to take care of the problem growing in his pants.
Bare feet touched the cold, tiled floor, cooling his hormones’ enthusiasm. He entered the small cabin, desperately trying to recall all details of Junsu, the lad’s messy raven locks being the first thing coming to his mind. As soon as warm water touched his skin, running down his wide shoulders and nicely sculpted stomach, Jaejoong's thoughts went straight to the boy’s hands, the feeling of their softness lingering in his memory. His own fingers encircled his hardening manhood, tugging on it gently, while imaging that it was Junsu who touched him. Somehow he could picture the boy making slow, tentative movements, tear-shaped eyes gazing at him with insecurity as if asking ‘Am I doing it right?’. Jaejoong growled at the vivid fantasy, the rubbing becoming more intensive.
The grip tightened when he visualized how Junsu’s sinful lips enclosed around him. Right now Jaejoong wanted him so much that it was beyond human comprehension. He decided it was better to stop thinking about the reasons he found the boy so special and just to get it on with while jerking off.
The strokes’ speed accelerated, the skin on his throbbing cock slick from water mixed with pre-come. He squeezed the shaft, then dragged his fingers along the length, fingertips slowly finding their way to the crown. Jaejoong delicately played with it, circular movements doing precisely what he needed them to do to his body. The tip was more reddened than the rest, the milky substance forming a small pearl on the slit. He was so close it almost hurt. His hand flew over the thick cock - he wasn’t sure why his agility was so pumped up, but it probably had something to do with the image of Junsu’s naked and outstretched body on the bed moaning his name. Jaejoong could swear that his imagination grew bolder with every day. He tugged on his hard cock one more time before white liquid covered the cabin wall, his breath haggard and eyes blurry, his body shuddering from the aftershock.
Jaejoong's senses came back as quickly as they drifted away earlier. He wasn’t satisfied, but it couldn’t be helped. Not until Junsu bent over the table for him. And probably even then he would scare the boy with those insatiable needs, unless Junsu really was a sex-addict.
“It would be a total dream-come-true shit. Like destiny or something…”, voicing the thoughts out loud, he stepped out from the shower, grabbing a fluffy towel that was laying on the cupboard. Jaejoong looked into the mirror. The fact that Junsu didn’t spread his legs the moment they met still bothered him, because he was sure that the interest was mutual. Logically it meant that Junsu wasn’t a sexual beast and that yes, he was brought up to be a decent youth. Which also meant that Jaejoong won’t get laid just because he has a Greek god’s body. Something told him that a big amount of flowers and patience is an important requirement for the success.
Jaejoong started wondering why his previous boyfriends hadn’t had this kind of effect on him, even though he loved them. At one point. But then it always turned out that he expected too much. Maybe he really was a horny, bastard-ish douche bag like Yunho claimed him to be?
“Nah…”, his voice resonated in the steamed bathroom. Looking into the mirror once more to check his face, his mind started preparing for the face-off, many decent and indecent question blooming inside his head.
***
Xiah wasn’t scared or intimidated by the building of the Police Department. But he sure knew how to act awed. This, plus being polite, of course melted hearts of female officers and pleased the ego of male ones. Seriously, humans were sometimes so easy to figure. Nevertheless, he liked them.
The demon was aware that he needed to make his leave as soon as the questioning was over. What he feared the most was in fact the encounter with Jaejoong. The guy created an impression of a perceptive beast and he didn’t have problems with manipulation. On top of that he was able to mask his feelings which felt almost like dosing lust and it made Xiah weak. Addicted, even. They wanted to fuck each other brains out, but the succubus knew better than to let himself be discovered.
Besides, things would start to get pretty ugly if he (or to be precise - Max) tried to mess with Jaejoong’s mind - there was now too many people involved. The only way out? Enduring the extreme sexual tension with a straight face. Xiah only hoped that his hungry half won’t pop up in the middle of the questioning.
When he finally arrived at the Investigation Department reception, he smiled genuinely after meeting a young female officer’s gaze. He caught a glimpse of a name tag with ‘Kwon Boa’ engraved on it. She smiled back, putting the pen down. On the picture-filled paper. Well, at least now he could picture what policemen did to kill boredom in times when they weren’t actually chasing criminals.
“How can I help you?”, she asked absolutely unfazed by the amused glances Xiah was sending towards her artistically-handicapped paper.
“I’m here for a questioning. My name is Kim Junsu.”
“For what case and who is the inspector in charge?”
“I… I’m not entirely sure about the case, but it was Kim Jaejoong-sshi who asked me to come.”
Boa covered her mouth with one hand, giggling softly.
“I can see why. You poor thing… All right, come with me.”
Now Xiah was a little confused - why would she pity him? And what was so special about being questioned by Jaejoong?
He followed her to another study, eyes scanning and wary. They entered a huge room with policemen seated behind black, wooden desks. The demon spotted Jaejoong right away, his aura being the strongest and probably the most noticeable from all.
“Jae, someone is here to see you!”, Boa’s voice pierced through all the office noises, startling Xiah a little. The brunette turned his head in their direction, lips quirking into a sly smirk with deep brown orbs trained on the succubus.
Xiah felt something - reaching out, luring, seducing. He lowered his raven colored head, eyes nervously scanning the floor.
“It shouldn’t… This can’t be right…”, he mumbled to himself, his hand automatically covering half of his face. What was happening? It was HIS role to be all seductive, bringing out the most primal instincts. And now this human was presenting perfect skills in controlling and using his own desires to play on Xiah's emotions.
Wait, this couldn’t be right. His insides squeezed lightly. Hunger.
‘Control, Xiah. You’re the succubi prince. You’re stronger than that!’ his consciousness screamed. So he fought with a growing determination.
A small hand landing on the demon’s shoulder brought him back to the real world.
“Junsu-sshi, are you alright?”, Boa sounded concerned, gently leaning in his direction. Xiah nodded and just then his gaze landed on Jaejoong, whose face showed legitimately big amount of worry and distress.
“Maybe you want to sit down?”, the man asked, making a wide gesture to show a chair.
“It’s nothing Jaejoong-sshi. It was just… Just… I have some health problems, so if we could proceed with my questioning…” Xiah's smile was flimsy and he could tell that the two humans were expecting him to faint at any given moment. A sneaky arm encircled his shoulders, a possessive aura surrounding Jaejoong’s figure.
“Please come with me”, the brunette’s tone indicated that he would not take ‘no’ for an answer. Xiah stiffed under the touch. He didn’t want this kind of close proximity with the human. Not now. He spoke up, his voice sounding a little cold.
“I can walk by myself, Jaejoong-sshi.”
“Of… of course. I’m sorry, you looked kind of tired…”, the brunette’s arm retreated reluctantly. Xiah noticed a confused look in Jaejoong’s dark orbs and he couldn’t help but to smirk mentally.
Overly confident.
The demon decided that it was a game for two - he smiled apologetically.
“I mean… You don’t have to feel obligated to watch over me, hyung.”
Jaejoong’s head shot up, wide eyes staring at Xiah with shock. The demon continued, gazing at the counter.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to be rude…”
The succubus felt Jaejoong’s energy slightly bouncing around him. The human was happy - the demon held back a chuckle at how quickly the brunette regained his good mood.
“No need for you to be sorry. I don’t consider it being ‘rude’ ”, Jaejoong smiled brightly as if trying to reassure Xiah.
Boa whistled quietly, evacuating herself with a short ‘Don’t wanna be a third wheel’. Jaejoong gave her a disapproving stare, but his face quickly morphed, blinding the demon with a cheerful grin.
“Please, follow me”, the brunette gestured towards the thick, wooden door. The boy followed him obediently, feeling people's curious eyes on his back.
***
Jaejoong concluded that Junsu was afraid of him - the boy refused to be touched and his earlier statement indicated that Jaejoong should keep his hands to himself. Fortunately for him, Junsu had a good heart and a scary amount of politeness, so Boa probably thought that the lad at the beginning was trying to act all tough after they saw his ‘illness attack’ a few moments ago. Somehow, Jaejoong could tell when Junsu didn’t want him to be near. The policeman pondered over the possibility of him being too provocative or aggressive towards the boy yesterday and from the way things between them developed, it probably was the right reasoning.
With all those observations, Jaejoong slowly started deeming Junsu to be above suspicion, because seriously - if a younger male really was a sexoholic there would be no way for him to be afraid of other men's touches.
They finally reached their destination - an empty interrogation room preceded by a small, white hall. They entered the place, Junsu glancing at everything without trying to keep his face cool.
“Don’t we need other people to be here? Or to be behind the one-way mirror?”, the boy’s dubious tone made Jaejoong chuckle.
“You are afraid of me, aren’t you?”
Junsu’s big eyes with a tint of shock lurking inside them almost got Jaejoong ‘awww’ing at the adorable deer caught in the headlights look.
How can a twenty two years old guy be described as adorable? You’re not normal Kim Jaejoong or he’s spreading some freakin’ male pheromones.
Jaejoong smiled softly at the lad.
“Don’t worry. I’m not a monster, especially not a biting one. Unless you want me to.”
The brunette noticed how the other’s cheeks became rosy.
“I won’t hurt you. As a matter of fact I can’t even think about doing something you wouldn’t like. Funny, isn’t it?”, Jaejoong continued, amused by the blush which was covering more and more of the boy’s face with his every word. “Please sit down. I need to turn on all recorders. Then we can begin, okay?”
“Yes, hyung. Thank you.”
A sudden urge to cuddle, hug and pet Junsu was overwhelming but the young inspector refrained himself. Just in case the boy was still frightened by his earlier actions. Patience was a key to every door. Or Yunho was a delusional idiot, who tried to shine with those lame lines in front of others. Either way, Jaejoong didn’t have much of a choice in this case. Still, he needed to put his plan into action. The top priority was to find out more about Junsu and his involvement with the case or Lee Hyukjae himself, but who said Jaejoong couldn’t cheat a little bit? His love life was at stake here.
He left the room without the slightest intention of turning the cameras on. He also contemplated the option of cutting off the sound, but the chances of others knowing that he was supposed to interrogate someone were too high for his liking.
After coming back to the room, Jaejoong sat in front of Junsu, carefully studying details in boy’s attitude and behavior. Sooner or later he was going to have him, so they might as well start learning about each other now, right?
***
Xiah was proud of himself - he just proved that controlling this annoying sickness was possible, although Jaejoong did everything to make it hard for him. The demon was shocked by the way Jaejoong’s energy changed, conveying all sorts of feelings, one second being hot and sexy or sly and cunning, in the next moment turning into a fluffy, warm blanket around the succubus. And there was always one thing present, no matter what form the brunette gave to his energy - soft but painful longing. Xiah wasn’t even able to tell how new of an experience it was to be under a constant shower of those emotions. But for some odd reason it felt right.
Jaejoong woke him up from his short trance.
“Please introduce yourself.”
“Kim Junsu… music major student at University of Seoul.”
“Age?”
“Twenty two.”
“Relationship status?”
Xiah couldn’t tell if Jaejoong asked the question because he was curious or because he really needed this information - the mask on his energy was unreadable. The demon answered, locking eyes with human, trying to crush the cover.
“I’m single.”
The only reaction he received was a delicate wave. Nothing more.
“Do you know Lee Hyukjae?”
“Yes.”
“So you probably also know that he is currently in a coma?”
“I… yes, I know about it.”
“I’ve heard that you are a close acquaintance of him and this is why you were asked to come here. What kind of relationship did you have with Lee Hyukjae?”
“We are friends. He was the first one to talk to me when I transferred to our Uni three months ago.”
“And just how close you two are?”
“What kind of question is this?”
“Please answer.”
“We are just friends. Really.“
“So I assume that you knew his sexual orientation and the fact that he was bisexual?”, Jaejoong’s voice didn’t indicate any kind of uncertainty about it. Xiah wondered where the brunette heard those things, but if the police was so sure of it, he should not deny this, should he?
“I… I only suspected it.”
“He didn't tell you? That’s strange. Anyway, what was the reason for you to suspect this?”
Xiah decided that whoever told Jaejoong about his relationship with Hyukjae also told him about other boy's unrequited love.
“I think he might have had a crush on me. But it just couldn’t work.”
“I see. So you are heterosexual?”
Xiah’s tear-shaped eyes widened.
“I thought… that you know. I’m homosexual.”
“Then why couldn’t it work out between you two?”
“I don’t have those kind of feelings for him and I’m ill… I don’t want anybody to get involved… Can we stop with those questions?”
Jaejoong nodded and smiled apologetically. Xiah still didn’t have any idea how this human’s brain worked and it made him somehow scared.
“I’m sorry, but we need to check every trail we have. We know that Lee Hyukjae had sexual intercourse before he fell into a coma. Earlier, in this quarter of the year, similar incidents had taken place all over the city, but they hadn’t ended like this one. They have one thing in common, though. And it would be the fact that all victims were gay. Lee Hyukjae is the first one to be bi-curious.”
“I didn’t know…”
Xiah slowly started to panic. He started at his clammy hands, shaking slightly. Suddenly Jaejoong hand came to rest on his knee.
“There is no way you would know something like this.”
The demon watched cautiously as the pads of the human's fingers started to make small circles in an attempt to calm him down. Hunger hit the succubus with full force. He moaned quietly at the touch. Realization bitch-slapped him only when Jaejoong’s energy started to waver and slowly crawl over his body. He felt a light squeeze to his knee, mind already becoming cloudy with need.
“Junsu? Junsu, are you alright?”
“Please, don’t touch me… Call Yoochun…”, Xiah whispered, closing his eyes. However, they snapped open when Jaejoong’s second hand came to rest on his cheek.
“You look pale…”, Jaejoong stated, after a while adding with a low whisper, “So fragile…”
***
Jaejoong knew he was going too far with teasing, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop after seeing Junsu reaction to his caressing. They wanted each other and if not for the fact that they were being recorded, Jaejoong would have fucked the boy already, right here, right now. Junsu gasped in shock, backing off a little, his big, frightened eyes staring at the policeman with a plea.
“Please… Don’t…”, Junsu whimpered and Jaejoong had an instant hard-on.
The last thing he had heard was a moan.
In a matter of seconds, he felt himself being pushed aside, as Junsu dashed through the door, leaving the interrogation room and a confused Jaejoong on the floor.
The brunette laid down for a few moments, trying to comprehend what had happened.
And when he became aware of the fact that he had just blew up all chances to become close to Junsu, he changed his position and started to bang his head against the floor. It turned out that his cock was in charge anyway, so why bother to keep something useless? Like his brain for example?
Next chapter
A/N 2: I'm truly, TRULY sorry for the delay. Lots of things have happened. My exam session has started and I'm still in the middle of it. In fact I have 'use of English' test tomorrow and I sinicerly hope that I won't screw it up :/ Also I was participating in a Korean Culture Day at my Uni. Yes, you all saw it right - participating and it involved being a director for a play plus reciting korean poems. So you can say I had a pretty hectic month.
Also... This chapter was probably the longest 'road through hell' of my miserable life. I never ever had such a f*ckingly big writer's block. I also started to think that this story was long forgotten and then tvxqforeverlove comment on last chapter popped up and gave me a kick-ass motivation. Thank you Darling!
Please leave something here - it really keeps me going! Love you guys!
Beta-reader: anaka237
Pairings: Jaejoong/Junsu, side Yunho/Yoochun, various others
Lenght: Chaptered
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Succubus!Junsu, Yoochun and Changmin, in next chapters probably more :P
Genre: AU, fantasy, humour, crack, smut
Summary: A story of what happens when a succubus with some issues meets a human with some issues.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Plot is basing on the succubi legends but I trasformed them for the purpose of writing this fic.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my lovely jaenga and to anaka237
Previous chapters: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Jaejoong entered the apartment , locking the door behind himself and leaving a pair of black shoes next to the wooden dresser. Hastily removing his charcoal-colored jacked, he discarded all his clothes on the way to the bathroom. The thoughts of Junsu’s flushed face, lithe body covered by an extremely fitting top and sweat pants riding low on this gorgeous backside were urging him to take care of the problem growing in his pants.
Bare feet touched the cold, tiled floor, cooling his hormones’ enthusiasm. He entered the small cabin, desperately trying to recall all details of Junsu, the lad’s messy raven locks being the first thing coming to his mind. As soon as warm water touched his skin, running down his wide shoulders and nicely sculpted stomach, Jaejoong's thoughts went straight to the boy’s hands, the feeling of their softness lingering in his memory. His own fingers encircled his hardening manhood, tugging on it gently, while imaging that it was Junsu who touched him. Somehow he could picture the boy making slow, tentative movements, tear-shaped eyes gazing at him with insecurity as if asking ‘Am I doing it right?’. Jaejoong growled at the vivid fantasy, the rubbing becoming more intensive.
The grip tightened when he visualized how Junsu’s sinful lips enclosed around him. Right now Jaejoong wanted him so much that it was beyond human comprehension. He decided it was better to stop thinking about the reasons he found the boy so special and just to get it on with while jerking off.
The strokes’ speed accelerated, the skin on his throbbing cock slick from water mixed with pre-come. He squeezed the shaft, then dragged his fingers along the length, fingertips slowly finding their way to the crown. Jaejoong delicately played with it, circular movements doing precisely what he needed them to do to his body. The tip was more reddened than the rest, the milky substance forming a small pearl on the slit. He was so close it almost hurt. His hand flew over the thick cock - he wasn’t sure why his agility was so pumped up, but it probably had something to do with the image of Junsu’s naked and outstretched body on the bed moaning his name. Jaejoong could swear that his imagination grew bolder with every day. He tugged on his hard cock one more time before white liquid covered the cabin wall, his breath haggard and eyes blurry, his body shuddering from the aftershock.
Jaejoong's senses came back as quickly as they drifted away earlier. He wasn’t satisfied, but it couldn’t be helped. Not until Junsu bent over the table for him. And probably even then he would scare the boy with those insatiable needs, unless Junsu really was a sex-addict.
“It would be a total dream-come-true shit. Like destiny or something…”, voicing the thoughts out loud, he stepped out from the shower, grabbing a fluffy towel that was laying on the cupboard. Jaejoong looked into the mirror. The fact that Junsu didn’t spread his legs the moment they met still bothered him, because he was sure that the interest was mutual. Logically it meant that Junsu wasn’t a sexual beast and that yes, he was brought up to be a decent youth. Which also meant that Jaejoong won’t get laid just because he has a Greek god’s body. Something told him that a big amount of flowers and patience is an important requirement for the success.
Jaejoong started wondering why his previous boyfriends hadn’t had this kind of effect on him, even though he loved them. At one point. But then it always turned out that he expected too much. Maybe he really was a horny, bastard-ish douche bag like Yunho claimed him to be?
“Nah…”, his voice resonated in the steamed bathroom. Looking into the mirror once more to check his face, his mind started preparing for the face-off, many decent and indecent question blooming inside his head.
***
Xiah wasn’t scared or intimidated by the building of the Police Department. But he sure knew how to act awed. This, plus being polite, of course melted hearts of female officers and pleased the ego of male ones. Seriously, humans were sometimes so easy to figure. Nevertheless, he liked them.
The demon was aware that he needed to make his leave as soon as the questioning was over. What he feared the most was in fact the encounter with Jaejoong. The guy created an impression of a perceptive beast and he didn’t have problems with manipulation. On top of that he was able to mask his feelings which felt almost like dosing lust and it made Xiah weak. Addicted, even. They wanted to fuck each other brains out, but the succubus knew better than to let himself be discovered.
Besides, things would start to get pretty ugly if he (or to be precise - Max) tried to mess with Jaejoong’s mind - there was now too many people involved. The only way out? Enduring the extreme sexual tension with a straight face. Xiah only hoped that his hungry half won’t pop up in the middle of the questioning.
When he finally arrived at the Investigation Department reception, he smiled genuinely after meeting a young female officer’s gaze. He caught a glimpse of a name tag with ‘Kwon Boa’ engraved on it. She smiled back, putting the pen down. On the picture-filled paper. Well, at least now he could picture what policemen did to kill boredom in times when they weren’t actually chasing criminals.
“How can I help you?”, she asked absolutely unfazed by the amused glances Xiah was sending towards her artistically-handicapped paper.
“I’m here for a questioning. My name is Kim Junsu.”
“For what case and who is the inspector in charge?”
“I… I’m not entirely sure about the case, but it was Kim Jaejoong-sshi who asked me to come.”
Boa covered her mouth with one hand, giggling softly.
“I can see why. You poor thing… All right, come with me.”
Now Xiah was a little confused - why would she pity him? And what was so special about being questioned by Jaejoong?
He followed her to another study, eyes scanning and wary. They entered a huge room with policemen seated behind black, wooden desks. The demon spotted Jaejoong right away, his aura being the strongest and probably the most noticeable from all.
“Jae, someone is here to see you!”, Boa’s voice pierced through all the office noises, startling Xiah a little. The brunette turned his head in their direction, lips quirking into a sly smirk with deep brown orbs trained on the succubus.
Xiah felt something - reaching out, luring, seducing. He lowered his raven colored head, eyes nervously scanning the floor.
“It shouldn’t… This can’t be right…”, he mumbled to himself, his hand automatically covering half of his face. What was happening? It was HIS role to be all seductive, bringing out the most primal instincts. And now this human was presenting perfect skills in controlling and using his own desires to play on Xiah's emotions.
Wait, this couldn’t be right. His insides squeezed lightly. Hunger.
‘Control, Xiah. You’re the succubi prince. You’re stronger than that!’ his consciousness screamed. So he fought with a growing determination.
A small hand landing on the demon’s shoulder brought him back to the real world.
“Junsu-sshi, are you alright?”, Boa sounded concerned, gently leaning in his direction. Xiah nodded and just then his gaze landed on Jaejoong, whose face showed legitimately big amount of worry and distress.
“Maybe you want to sit down?”, the man asked, making a wide gesture to show a chair.
“It’s nothing Jaejoong-sshi. It was just… Just… I have some health problems, so if we could proceed with my questioning…” Xiah's smile was flimsy and he could tell that the two humans were expecting him to faint at any given moment. A sneaky arm encircled his shoulders, a possessive aura surrounding Jaejoong’s figure.
“Please come with me”, the brunette’s tone indicated that he would not take ‘no’ for an answer. Xiah stiffed under the touch. He didn’t want this kind of close proximity with the human. Not now. He spoke up, his voice sounding a little cold.
“I can walk by myself, Jaejoong-sshi.”
“Of… of course. I’m sorry, you looked kind of tired…”, the brunette’s arm retreated reluctantly. Xiah noticed a confused look in Jaejoong’s dark orbs and he couldn’t help but to smirk mentally.
Overly confident.
The demon decided that it was a game for two - he smiled apologetically.
“I mean… You don’t have to feel obligated to watch over me, hyung.”
Jaejoong’s head shot up, wide eyes staring at Xiah with shock. The demon continued, gazing at the counter.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to be rude…”
The succubus felt Jaejoong’s energy slightly bouncing around him. The human was happy - the demon held back a chuckle at how quickly the brunette regained his good mood.
“No need for you to be sorry. I don’t consider it being ‘rude’ ”, Jaejoong smiled brightly as if trying to reassure Xiah.
Boa whistled quietly, evacuating herself with a short ‘Don’t wanna be a third wheel’. Jaejoong gave her a disapproving stare, but his face quickly morphed, blinding the demon with a cheerful grin.
“Please, follow me”, the brunette gestured towards the thick, wooden door. The boy followed him obediently, feeling people's curious eyes on his back.
***
Jaejoong concluded that Junsu was afraid of him - the boy refused to be touched and his earlier statement indicated that Jaejoong should keep his hands to himself. Fortunately for him, Junsu had a good heart and a scary amount of politeness, so Boa probably thought that the lad at the beginning was trying to act all tough after they saw his ‘illness attack’ a few moments ago. Somehow, Jaejoong could tell when Junsu didn’t want him to be near. The policeman pondered over the possibility of him being too provocative or aggressive towards the boy yesterday and from the way things between them developed, it probably was the right reasoning.
With all those observations, Jaejoong slowly started deeming Junsu to be above suspicion, because seriously - if a younger male really was a sexoholic there would be no way for him to be afraid of other men's touches.
They finally reached their destination - an empty interrogation room preceded by a small, white hall. They entered the place, Junsu glancing at everything without trying to keep his face cool.
“Don’t we need other people to be here? Or to be behind the one-way mirror?”, the boy’s dubious tone made Jaejoong chuckle.
“You are afraid of me, aren’t you?”
Junsu’s big eyes with a tint of shock lurking inside them almost got Jaejoong ‘awww’ing at the adorable deer caught in the headlights look.
How can a twenty two years old guy be described as adorable? You’re not normal Kim Jaejoong or he’s spreading some freakin’ male pheromones.
Jaejoong smiled softly at the lad.
“Don’t worry. I’m not a monster, especially not a biting one. Unless you want me to.”
The brunette noticed how the other’s cheeks became rosy.
“I won’t hurt you. As a matter of fact I can’t even think about doing something you wouldn’t like. Funny, isn’t it?”, Jaejoong continued, amused by the blush which was covering more and more of the boy’s face with his every word. “Please sit down. I need to turn on all recorders. Then we can begin, okay?”
“Yes, hyung. Thank you.”
A sudden urge to cuddle, hug and pet Junsu was overwhelming but the young inspector refrained himself. Just in case the boy was still frightened by his earlier actions. Patience was a key to every door. Or Yunho was a delusional idiot, who tried to shine with those lame lines in front of others. Either way, Jaejoong didn’t have much of a choice in this case. Still, he needed to put his plan into action. The top priority was to find out more about Junsu and his involvement with the case or Lee Hyukjae himself, but who said Jaejoong couldn’t cheat a little bit? His love life was at stake here.
He left the room without the slightest intention of turning the cameras on. He also contemplated the option of cutting off the sound, but the chances of others knowing that he was supposed to interrogate someone were too high for his liking.
After coming back to the room, Jaejoong sat in front of Junsu, carefully studying details in boy’s attitude and behavior. Sooner or later he was going to have him, so they might as well start learning about each other now, right?
***
Xiah was proud of himself - he just proved that controlling this annoying sickness was possible, although Jaejoong did everything to make it hard for him. The demon was shocked by the way Jaejoong’s energy changed, conveying all sorts of feelings, one second being hot and sexy or sly and cunning, in the next moment turning into a fluffy, warm blanket around the succubus. And there was always one thing present, no matter what form the brunette gave to his energy - soft but painful longing. Xiah wasn’t even able to tell how new of an experience it was to be under a constant shower of those emotions. But for some odd reason it felt right.
Jaejoong woke him up from his short trance.
“Please introduce yourself.”
“Kim Junsu… music major student at University of Seoul.”
“Age?”
“Twenty two.”
“Relationship status?”
Xiah couldn’t tell if Jaejoong asked the question because he was curious or because he really needed this information - the mask on his energy was unreadable. The demon answered, locking eyes with human, trying to crush the cover.
“I’m single.”
The only reaction he received was a delicate wave. Nothing more.
“Do you know Lee Hyukjae?”
“Yes.”
“So you probably also know that he is currently in a coma?”
“I… yes, I know about it.”
“I’ve heard that you are a close acquaintance of him and this is why you were asked to come here. What kind of relationship did you have with Lee Hyukjae?”
“We are friends. He was the first one to talk to me when I transferred to our Uni three months ago.”
“And just how close you two are?”
“What kind of question is this?”
“Please answer.”
“We are just friends. Really.“
“So I assume that you knew his sexual orientation and the fact that he was bisexual?”, Jaejoong’s voice didn’t indicate any kind of uncertainty about it. Xiah wondered where the brunette heard those things, but if the police was so sure of it, he should not deny this, should he?
“I… I only suspected it.”
“He didn't tell you? That’s strange. Anyway, what was the reason for you to suspect this?”
Xiah decided that whoever told Jaejoong about his relationship with Hyukjae also told him about other boy's unrequited love.
“I think he might have had a crush on me. But it just couldn’t work.”
“I see. So you are heterosexual?”
Xiah’s tear-shaped eyes widened.
“I thought… that you know. I’m homosexual.”
“Then why couldn’t it work out between you two?”
“I don’t have those kind of feelings for him and I’m ill… I don’t want anybody to get involved… Can we stop with those questions?”
Jaejoong nodded and smiled apologetically. Xiah still didn’t have any idea how this human’s brain worked and it made him somehow scared.
“I’m sorry, but we need to check every trail we have. We know that Lee Hyukjae had sexual intercourse before he fell into a coma. Earlier, in this quarter of the year, similar incidents had taken place all over the city, but they hadn’t ended like this one. They have one thing in common, though. And it would be the fact that all victims were gay. Lee Hyukjae is the first one to be bi-curious.”
“I didn’t know…”
Xiah slowly started to panic. He started at his clammy hands, shaking slightly. Suddenly Jaejoong hand came to rest on his knee.
“There is no way you would know something like this.”
The demon watched cautiously as the pads of the human's fingers started to make small circles in an attempt to calm him down. Hunger hit the succubus with full force. He moaned quietly at the touch. Realization bitch-slapped him only when Jaejoong’s energy started to waver and slowly crawl over his body. He felt a light squeeze to his knee, mind already becoming cloudy with need.
“Junsu? Junsu, are you alright?”
“Please, don’t touch me… Call Yoochun…”, Xiah whispered, closing his eyes. However, they snapped open when Jaejoong’s second hand came to rest on his cheek.
“You look pale…”, Jaejoong stated, after a while adding with a low whisper, “So fragile…”
***
Jaejoong knew he was going too far with teasing, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop after seeing Junsu reaction to his caressing. They wanted each other and if not for the fact that they were being recorded, Jaejoong would have fucked the boy already, right here, right now. Junsu gasped in shock, backing off a little, his big, frightened eyes staring at the policeman with a plea.
“Please… Don’t…”, Junsu whimpered and Jaejoong had an instant hard-on.
The last thing he had heard was a moan.
In a matter of seconds, he felt himself being pushed aside, as Junsu dashed through the door, leaving the interrogation room and a confused Jaejoong on the floor.
The brunette laid down for a few moments, trying to comprehend what had happened.
And when he became aware of the fact that he had just blew up all chances to become close to Junsu, he changed his position and started to bang his head against the floor. It turned out that his cock was in charge anyway, so why bother to keep something useless? Like his brain for example?
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A/N 2: I'm truly, TRULY sorry for the delay. Lots of things have happened. My exam session has started and I'm still in the middle of it. In fact I have 'use of English' test tomorrow and I sinicerly hope that I won't screw it up :/ Also I was participating in a Korean Culture Day at my Uni. Yes, you all saw it right - participating and it involved being a director for a play plus reciting korean poems. So you can say I had a pretty hectic month.
Also... This chapter was probably the longest 'road through hell' of my miserable life. I never ever had such a f*ckingly big writer's block. I also started to think that this story was long forgotten and then tvxqforeverlove comment on last chapter popped up and gave me a kick-ass motivation. Thank you Darling!
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