The Other Side - Ch. 10/?
Title: The Other Side - Ch.10/?
Author: kaybee38
Word Count: 2031
Rating:R
Pairings: Minho/Onew, ninja!JongKey, Cousin!Taemin
Genre:vampire, fantasy, sci-fi, character death
Disclaimer: SHinee and DBSK are owned by SM Entertainment only
Summary: Minho’s a vampire, Key’s a shapeshifter, Jjong is a werewolf and Taemin is a vampire hunter. Jinki is the mortal object of Minho’s affection, or is he? Only Taemin, (Jinki’s cousin) knows the truth.
A/N: Smut chapter! This is what brought Minho to Jinki's doorstep, and what happened after he got there. Also, Taemin's phone call to Shim. This story is brought to you by this song.(This chapter has only been moderately edited, feel free to tell me anything that I may have missed.)
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The Other Side - Ch. 10
“Minho I’m begging you. Please don’t do this! Jonghyun, talk some sense into him.”
Jonghyun looked back and forth between Minho and Key solemnly. He’d agreed with Key, that Minho would be entering dangerous territory but he also knew that when Minho set his mind to something, he was like a pitbull with lockjaw.
He just couldn’t let go.
“Jonghyun!” Key half-yelled, half-sobbed.
Jonghyun refused to look at the shape-shifter.
Key’s eyes widened in recognition before narrowing to slits. He knew then that he’d lost the battle and possibly one of his closest friends.
“Fine. I hope they stake you through the heart so at least it’s quick.” Key spat before stomping across the loft. Minho flinched at the sound of the bathroom door slamming.
“He’s right you know.” Jonghyun said quietly staring at the bathroom door, fiddling with a loose thread at the hem of his shirt, pointedly not looking at Minho.
“I have to be with him.” Minho said quietly.
“I know it sounds crazy. I know after all that’s happened that it’s not the brightest idea.” Minho admitted. Confessing it to someone else allowed something tightly coiled within him to loosen a bit.
Jonghyun shook his head and started to speak, but Minho silenced him with a wave of his hand. He turned to look out of the big picture window. Shifting his focus from his reflection to the lights of the city just starting to glitter across the dusky backdrop of the early evening horizon.
“I even realize that it might be a trap…”
Minho did meet Jonghyun’s startled gaze in the reflection of the window then.
“…But I love him.” He continued.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes, but said nothing.
“No. It’s more than that, it’s a pull that I’ve never felt before. I long to be with him. I have to be with him. And I know if we can get away from here I won’t have to put either of you in danger. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you or Key because of me.” Minho turned to look at Jonghyun over his shoulder then.
Jonghyun’s breath caught in his throat as he processed what Minho had just said.
“Y-you’re leaving the city?!” he said louder. Minho winced again as the shock of realization etched its way across Jonghyun’s features. The lychan’s eyes narrowed and his brown irises flashed silvery-blue for a moment. Minho’s heightened senses could pick up a sharp scent.
He smelled fear.
“I knew that you might leave us, but I thought…I thought we’d still see you, I thought….”
A pained, confused look swept across Jonghyun’s features then.
“Wh-What the hell Minho? We’re brothers, you c-can’t…just…” Jonghyun stuttered, squinted and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, trying to push the tears back into them . By the time he reopened them and focused, Minho was gone. The balcony door was wide open, the floor-to-ceiling white silk curtains billowing in his wake.
It took Jinki a few minutes to realize that the Minho kissing him wasn’t the apparition who visited him in his waking dreams but the real vampire who had only hours earlier licked blood from his hand in his drunken state in the alley behind Key’s. Before Taemin had showed up and….
Wait.
Jinki tried to pull away, to speak, to regain some type of coherent functioning of his brain, but Minho was suddenly so strong. Long thin fingers moved from his face down the length of his arms and across his back. One of Minho’s hands snaked it’s way under the back hem of Jinki’s thin oversized nightshirt, up his spine and stretched out of the neckline to cup the back of Jinki’s head to deepen the kiss further. The feeling of Minho’s skin brushing across Jinki’s back made him shiver despite the heat shooting down his vertebrae from the vampire’s touch.
One very small part of Jinki’s brain was screaming at him to stop fooling around for 10 seconds and assess the fucking situation. Taemin’s warning was setting off alarm-bells in the far off reaches of his mind. But the thought that his cousin might have to actually kill him hadn’t fully connected with him yet.
Where is Taemin anyway?
“M-Minho..W-wait…”
“No.”
“Please.”
“I’ve waited long enough.” Minho practically growled
“What?”
Jinki had no idea how or when it happened, but he and Minho were now tangled up in each other on couch. Lips pushing, tongues lapping at each other as they not so much kissed but breathed each other’s oxygen as their mouths moved against each other frantically. Jinki ran his fingers along Minho’s strong jaw. His face was cool, as was his body. It helped to bring him back from the precipice that he felt he was about to tumble over if he didn’t regain his sanity quickly.
“I don’t know what it is about you Jinki, I just…I…need you.” Minho punctuated each word with small kisses, the last of which Jinki deepened as he grasped a handful of Minho’s chocolate locks in earnest. Jinki could barely remember what he was trying to say when they came up for air a few minutes later.
“Minho. There’s…there’s something you should…Aaah…”
Minho smiled against the soft skin between Jinki’s ear and throat as he began to lightly suck on his neck.
“What was that?”
“Nnnngh..” Was all Jinki could actually verbalize as clumsy fingers pulled at the buttons of Minho’s shirt.
“I should what…Jinki?” Minho mouthed into Jinki’s chest, humming his name into his skin as he verbalized it. He licked a stripe right between Jinki’s pecs down his front to his abdomen, laving at the soft trail of hair that started below his belly button. Jinki’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he shuddered in response.
“Ohmygoddothatagain…” Jinki breathed.
“What. This?” Minho chuckled, as he licked the same route in reverse right back up to Jinki’s neck. When he reached his destination, Jinki threw his head back into the wooden armrest of the couch so hard he saw stars.
“Umf.”
Minho chuckled, but this time much quieter, much closer, much deeper as he lay sprawled across Jinki’s form and reached up one lanky arm to push long fingers through Jinki’s scalp. Simultaneously rubbing the sore spot and cradling Jinki’s head. Then he gently grabbed a handful of Jinki’s chocolate locks and titled his head to one side for access to his neck and ear lobe.
“Be careful baby.” Minho said as he licked around the shell of Jinki’s ear.
Jinki shuddered again as he stared over Minoh’s shoulder out across the living room.
Quicker than Jinki could comprehend, Minho pulled Jinki’s shirt halfway off, then tied off the sleeves. Jinki was so blissed out that he didn’t even realize that Minho was making a makeshift restraint out of the fabric until Minho roughly pushed his hands over his head knocking his fists into the side table making the lamp wobble a bit.
“Stay.” Minho said quietly, as he leaned back out of the light of the to survey his work.
The awkward angle of Jinki’s arms, made his back arch, his nipples hard, and his chest rise and fall heavily as he tried to slow his heart rate down and calm himself. Minho tapped at his bottom lip absently in wonder, licking at the tip of his own finger as he gazed at Jinki intently.
Jinki could see a glint of silver tracing it’s way around Minho’s irises.
He is so beautiful. Everything about him pulls me to him. I wonder if he feels as strongly as I do. Minho thought as he dragged a cool, wet index finger across Jinki’s stomach, his abdominal muscles instinctively tightening in response.
“I do.” Jinki answered verbally the question that he heard Minho ask clearly in his head.
Minho froze.
“You..do…what Jinki?” Minho said slowly.
Jinki blushed furiously, bringing his restrained arms down in front of himself, folding his arms into his chest, suddenly feeling vulnerable.
“Umm…I…I heard you say. “I wonder if he feels as strongly as I do…and..and…I do.” He stuttered. ‘
Minho’s eyes widened with realization then.
Suddenly emboldened by his confession and Minho’s reaction, Jinki wiggled to a seated position and closer to Minho, looking up at him with unblinking honest eyes. His restrained hands ghosting over Minho’s tanned ab muscles which jumped in response.
“I do. I don’t know what it is…I’m just drawn to you, I can’t stop thinking about you…I…I….”
Feeling bolder, Jinki pushed up to his knees on the couch and looped his still tied hands around Minho’s neck to pull him in for a deep kiss.
“I want you.” He whispered against Minho’s lips.
Minho meant to ask Jinki how he’d heard his thoughts. He meant to ask him how long he’d been hearing them and if he was actually a vamp like himself. But somewhere between Jinki’s fat tongue ghosting over his and Jinki’s scent changing from fear to full-on arousal, Minho damn near forgot his own name.
Something primal snapped in Minho then and Jinki let out a manly squeal as he was all but slammed back down onto the couch. Minho kissed, sucked and licked at Jinki’s mouth until his lips were red and swollen. Jinki was furiously trying to get Minho’s tight skinnies off, but his restricted hand movement only allowed him to succeed in unbuttoning the fly and sliding them low on the sinewy vamp’s hips. Minho reached down to grab Jinki’s flailing hands in his own and bring them up to his face. Jinki was breathing so heavily he was seeing spots before his eyes from lack of oxygen. Minho placed chaste kisses to Jinki’s hands to calm him down, who whimpered in response.
His ministrations seemed to have the opposite effect.
He smiled softly and placed a soft kiss on Jinki’s lips before standing to remove the offending tight jeans.
Jinki’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Minho strand before him. First, shirtless in ink black jeans that looked like they’d been “drawn” on. All lean muscle and tan skin. Then in his birthday suit, cock full, standing at attention, pre-cum leaking at the tip.
Oh my God. He’s gorgeous.
Minho’s eyes widened in stunned astonishment a second time as he quickly looked at Jinki’s face.
“Thank you.”
Jinki stood right up off the couch then.
You can hear me? Jinki’s lips didn’t move.
Yes. Minho’s didn’t either.
For a moment Jinki almost forgot Minho was naked and that his hands were tied up he was so excited.
What am I thinking now? Minho asked as he looked down at Jinki’s tented pajama bottoms, raising an eyebrow and looking back up at him through long eyelashes.
“You told him everything?” Shim asked Taemin cautiously.
“Yes.” Taemin replied quietly. The response was so quiet, that Changmin almost couldn’t hear him and adjusted the volume on his earpiece.
“It’s not your fault Taemin. We both knew that the time would come that we would have to reveal to Jinki exactly what he was, or rather who he is.”
“I know.” Taemin said again quietly. “I just…”
“…Don’t want to have to kill him?” Shim finished for him.
“Yeah.”
“Hopefully you won’t have to.”
“I’m a slayer Shim, how can you be so sure?” Taemin’s voice sounded tired.
The moment Taemin asked the question, Shim stiffened as he felt a soft breeze drift past him fluttering the pages of both the Book of the Dead on his desk and the Book of Shadows on the pedestal that he had been perusing earlier. He actually had to reach for Oya's horsetail to keep it from rolling off the credenza. The carefully placed tarot cards next to it were also affected by the brief torrent, leaving the head of The Hanged Man peeking out at him from the deck.
“The only thing I’m certain of…” Shim said as he slowly turned in his chair taking a careful assessment of his office.
“…is that we must be prepared.”
Every single window in his office was closed.
A/N: Hey kids. Unnie's back. My RL is still pretty effed up, but my muse was ployed back with copious amounts of alcohol, reading a bunch of smut in other fandoms, some free writing, and Supreme Beings of Leisure on repeat. *sigh* I will be updating my fics more regularly now. Thank you so much to all of you who have sent me encouraging notes, comments, thoughts and prayers I fell honored to have met such wonderful people here on LJ. This chapter is for you especially. *glomps everybody*
If you remember, in earlier chapters I mentioned that I patterned Shim Changmin after Marvel's Doctor Strange, and coindidentally, also Jericho Drumm so that's what the magical references are all about.
Definitions:
Egyptian Book of the Dead
Book of Shadows
Goddess Oya
Hanged Man Tarot Card
The above info is given as a simple background reference for the purposes of this story.
Jinki's view of Minho from the couch...
Thanks for reading, comments are love!
Author: kaybee38
Word Count: 2031
Rating:R
Pairings: Minho/Onew, ninja!JongKey, Cousin!Taemin
Genre:vampire, fantasy, sci-fi, character death
Disclaimer: SHinee and DBSK are owned by SM Entertainment only
Summary: Minho’s a vampire, Key’s a shapeshifter, Jjong is a werewolf and Taemin is a vampire hunter. Jinki is the mortal object of Minho’s affection, or is he? Only Taemin, (Jinki’s cousin) knows the truth.
A/N: Smut chapter! This is what brought Minho to Jinki's doorstep, and what happened after he got there. Also, Taemin's phone call to Shim. This story is brought to you by this song.(This chapter has only been moderately edited, feel free to tell me anything that I may have missed.)
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The Other Side - Ch. 10
“Minho I’m begging you. Please don’t do this! Jonghyun, talk some sense into him.”
Jonghyun looked back and forth between Minho and Key solemnly. He’d agreed with Key, that Minho would be entering dangerous territory but he also knew that when Minho set his mind to something, he was like a pitbull with lockjaw.
He just couldn’t let go.
“Jonghyun!” Key half-yelled, half-sobbed.
Jonghyun refused to look at the shape-shifter.
Key’s eyes widened in recognition before narrowing to slits. He knew then that he’d lost the battle and possibly one of his closest friends.
“Fine. I hope they stake you through the heart so at least it’s quick.” Key spat before stomping across the loft. Minho flinched at the sound of the bathroom door slamming.
“He’s right you know.” Jonghyun said quietly staring at the bathroom door, fiddling with a loose thread at the hem of his shirt, pointedly not looking at Minho.
“I have to be with him.” Minho said quietly.
“I know it sounds crazy. I know after all that’s happened that it’s not the brightest idea.” Minho admitted. Confessing it to someone else allowed something tightly coiled within him to loosen a bit.
Jonghyun shook his head and started to speak, but Minho silenced him with a wave of his hand. He turned to look out of the big picture window. Shifting his focus from his reflection to the lights of the city just starting to glitter across the dusky backdrop of the early evening horizon.
“I even realize that it might be a trap…”
Minho did meet Jonghyun’s startled gaze in the reflection of the window then.
“…But I love him.” He continued.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes, but said nothing.
“No. It’s more than that, it’s a pull that I’ve never felt before. I long to be with him. I have to be with him. And I know if we can get away from here I won’t have to put either of you in danger. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you or Key because of me.” Minho turned to look at Jonghyun over his shoulder then.
Jonghyun’s breath caught in his throat as he processed what Minho had just said.
“Y-you’re leaving the city?!” he said louder. Minho winced again as the shock of realization etched its way across Jonghyun’s features. The lychan’s eyes narrowed and his brown irises flashed silvery-blue for a moment. Minho’s heightened senses could pick up a sharp scent.
He smelled fear.
“I knew that you might leave us, but I thought…I thought we’d still see you, I thought….”
A pained, confused look swept across Jonghyun’s features then.
“Wh-What the hell Minho? We’re brothers, you c-can’t…just…” Jonghyun stuttered, squinted and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, trying to push the tears back into them . By the time he reopened them and focused, Minho was gone. The balcony door was wide open, the floor-to-ceiling white silk curtains billowing in his wake.
It took Jinki a few minutes to realize that the Minho kissing him wasn’t the apparition who visited him in his waking dreams but the real vampire who had only hours earlier licked blood from his hand in his drunken state in the alley behind Key’s. Before Taemin had showed up and….
Wait.
Jinki tried to pull away, to speak, to regain some type of coherent functioning of his brain, but Minho was suddenly so strong. Long thin fingers moved from his face down the length of his arms and across his back. One of Minho’s hands snaked it’s way under the back hem of Jinki’s thin oversized nightshirt, up his spine and stretched out of the neckline to cup the back of Jinki’s head to deepen the kiss further. The feeling of Minho’s skin brushing across Jinki’s back made him shiver despite the heat shooting down his vertebrae from the vampire’s touch.
One very small part of Jinki’s brain was screaming at him to stop fooling around for 10 seconds and assess the fucking situation. Taemin’s warning was setting off alarm-bells in the far off reaches of his mind. But the thought that his cousin might have to actually kill him hadn’t fully connected with him yet.
Where is Taemin anyway?
“M-Minho..W-wait…”
“No.”
“Please.”
“I’ve waited long enough.” Minho practically growled
“What?”
Jinki had no idea how or when it happened, but he and Minho were now tangled up in each other on couch. Lips pushing, tongues lapping at each other as they not so much kissed but breathed each other’s oxygen as their mouths moved against each other frantically. Jinki ran his fingers along Minho’s strong jaw. His face was cool, as was his body. It helped to bring him back from the precipice that he felt he was about to tumble over if he didn’t regain his sanity quickly.
“I don’t know what it is about you Jinki, I just…I…need you.” Minho punctuated each word with small kisses, the last of which Jinki deepened as he grasped a handful of Minho’s chocolate locks in earnest. Jinki could barely remember what he was trying to say when they came up for air a few minutes later.
“Minho. There’s…there’s something you should…Aaah…”
Minho smiled against the soft skin between Jinki’s ear and throat as he began to lightly suck on his neck.
“What was that?”
“Nnnngh..” Was all Jinki could actually verbalize as clumsy fingers pulled at the buttons of Minho’s shirt.
“I should what…Jinki?” Minho mouthed into Jinki’s chest, humming his name into his skin as he verbalized it. He licked a stripe right between Jinki’s pecs down his front to his abdomen, laving at the soft trail of hair that started below his belly button. Jinki’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he shuddered in response.
“Ohmygoddothatagain…” Jinki breathed.
“What. This?” Minho chuckled, as he licked the same route in reverse right back up to Jinki’s neck. When he reached his destination, Jinki threw his head back into the wooden armrest of the couch so hard he saw stars.
“Umf.”
Minho chuckled, but this time much quieter, much closer, much deeper as he lay sprawled across Jinki’s form and reached up one lanky arm to push long fingers through Jinki’s scalp. Simultaneously rubbing the sore spot and cradling Jinki’s head. Then he gently grabbed a handful of Jinki’s chocolate locks and titled his head to one side for access to his neck and ear lobe.
“Be careful baby.” Minho said as he licked around the shell of Jinki’s ear.
Jinki shuddered again as he stared over Minoh’s shoulder out across the living room.
Quicker than Jinki could comprehend, Minho pulled Jinki’s shirt halfway off, then tied off the sleeves. Jinki was so blissed out that he didn’t even realize that Minho was making a makeshift restraint out of the fabric until Minho roughly pushed his hands over his head knocking his fists into the side table making the lamp wobble a bit.
“Stay.” Minho said quietly, as he leaned back out of the light of the to survey his work.
The awkward angle of Jinki’s arms, made his back arch, his nipples hard, and his chest rise and fall heavily as he tried to slow his heart rate down and calm himself. Minho tapped at his bottom lip absently in wonder, licking at the tip of his own finger as he gazed at Jinki intently.
Jinki could see a glint of silver tracing it’s way around Minho’s irises.
He is so beautiful. Everything about him pulls me to him. I wonder if he feels as strongly as I do. Minho thought as he dragged a cool, wet index finger across Jinki’s stomach, his abdominal muscles instinctively tightening in response.
“I do.” Jinki answered verbally the question that he heard Minho ask clearly in his head.
Minho froze.
“You..do…what Jinki?” Minho said slowly.
Jinki blushed furiously, bringing his restrained arms down in front of himself, folding his arms into his chest, suddenly feeling vulnerable.
“Umm…I…I heard you say. “I wonder if he feels as strongly as I do…and..and…I do.” He stuttered. ‘
Minho’s eyes widened with realization then.
Suddenly emboldened by his confession and Minho’s reaction, Jinki wiggled to a seated position and closer to Minho, looking up at him with unblinking honest eyes. His restrained hands ghosting over Minho’s tanned ab muscles which jumped in response.
“I do. I don’t know what it is…I’m just drawn to you, I can’t stop thinking about you…I…I….”
Feeling bolder, Jinki pushed up to his knees on the couch and looped his still tied hands around Minho’s neck to pull him in for a deep kiss.
“I want you.” He whispered against Minho’s lips.
Minho meant to ask Jinki how he’d heard his thoughts. He meant to ask him how long he’d been hearing them and if he was actually a vamp like himself. But somewhere between Jinki’s fat tongue ghosting over his and Jinki’s scent changing from fear to full-on arousal, Minho damn near forgot his own name.
Something primal snapped in Minho then and Jinki let out a manly squeal as he was all but slammed back down onto the couch. Minho kissed, sucked and licked at Jinki’s mouth until his lips were red and swollen. Jinki was furiously trying to get Minho’s tight skinnies off, but his restricted hand movement only allowed him to succeed in unbuttoning the fly and sliding them low on the sinewy vamp’s hips. Minho reached down to grab Jinki’s flailing hands in his own and bring them up to his face. Jinki was breathing so heavily he was seeing spots before his eyes from lack of oxygen. Minho placed chaste kisses to Jinki’s hands to calm him down, who whimpered in response.
His ministrations seemed to have the opposite effect.
He smiled softly and placed a soft kiss on Jinki’s lips before standing to remove the offending tight jeans.
Jinki’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Minho strand before him. First, shirtless in ink black jeans that looked like they’d been “drawn” on. All lean muscle and tan skin. Then in his birthday suit, cock full, standing at attention, pre-cum leaking at the tip.
Oh my God. He’s gorgeous.
Minho’s eyes widened in stunned astonishment a second time as he quickly looked at Jinki’s face.
“Thank you.”
Jinki stood right up off the couch then.
You can hear me? Jinki’s lips didn’t move.
Yes. Minho’s didn’t either.
For a moment Jinki almost forgot Minho was naked and that his hands were tied up he was so excited.
What am I thinking now? Minho asked as he looked down at Jinki’s tented pajama bottoms, raising an eyebrow and looking back up at him through long eyelashes.
“You told him everything?” Shim asked Taemin cautiously.
“Yes.” Taemin replied quietly. The response was so quiet, that Changmin almost couldn’t hear him and adjusted the volume on his earpiece.
“It’s not your fault Taemin. We both knew that the time would come that we would have to reveal to Jinki exactly what he was, or rather who he is.”
“I know.” Taemin said again quietly. “I just…”
“…Don’t want to have to kill him?” Shim finished for him.
“Yeah.”
“Hopefully you won’t have to.”
“I’m a slayer Shim, how can you be so sure?” Taemin’s voice sounded tired.
The moment Taemin asked the question, Shim stiffened as he felt a soft breeze drift past him fluttering the pages of both the Book of the Dead on his desk and the Book of Shadows on the pedestal that he had been perusing earlier. He actually had to reach for Oya's horsetail to keep it from rolling off the credenza. The carefully placed tarot cards next to it were also affected by the brief torrent, leaving the head of The Hanged Man peeking out at him from the deck.
“The only thing I’m certain of…” Shim said as he slowly turned in his chair taking a careful assessment of his office.
“…is that we must be prepared.”
Every single window in his office was closed.
A/N: Hey kids. Unnie's back. My RL is still pretty effed up, but my muse was ployed back with copious amounts of alcohol, reading a bunch of smut in other fandoms, some free writing, and Supreme Beings of Leisure on repeat. *sigh* I will be updating my fics more regularly now. Thank you so much to all of you who have sent me encouraging notes, comments, thoughts and prayers I fell honored to have met such wonderful people here on LJ. This chapter is for you especially. *glomps everybody*
If you remember, in earlier chapters I mentioned that I patterned Shim Changmin after Marvel's Doctor Strange, and coindidentally, also Jericho Drumm so that's what the magical references are all about.
Definitions:
Egyptian Book of the Dead
Book of Shadows
Goddess Oya
Hanged Man Tarot Card
The above info is given as a simple background reference for the purposes of this story.
Jinki's view of Minho from the couch...
Thanks for reading, comments are love!