He is My Master, ch. 3
Title: He is My Master
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Minho/Taemin, Minho/Key, Onew/Key, Jonghyun/anything he can find
Summary: Choi Minho is a fairly normal high-school student. Maybe a bit to quiet and mysterious, but apart from that, he's a normal as normal can be. He even is a fanboy of a band called Super Junior. One night, he receieved a pop-up on their official site telling him he's won a special prize and all he had to do was click it to receive, a half-asleep Minho innocently clicks hoping that he won a poster. The next morning he receives his prize: a young, naked man that instists that Minho is his new master. And the only thing me had to say was, "This is really weird. I could have sworn I won a poster, not a prepubescent boy."
Warning (for now and later): Taemin's underage, language, boy x boy, patches of smut, mentions of nudity, arousal of teenage boys
Rating: NC-17
Previous Chapters: ( "profiles." )| ( "One." ) | ( "Two." )
“So what are we going to do about “the angel”?” Onew began, kicking a stone, “We can’t just leave him at Minho’s place, so we have to find where he came from.”
It had been three days since Minho had gotten his Super Junior “poster” in the mail and it seemed as if only Jinki and Kibum were the only ones that cared, or for that matter, showed any shock towards the mail-order boy-toy.
“Jinki, we’ve tried everything. We checked the website, search all over the crate, and interrogated the kid till midnight. I even had to ask that moron Jonghyun to ask around the post office. And even if we did find anything, that kid is stuck like glue to Minho. It’s be no use either way. He belongs to Minho. That’s it.”
“But,” concern leaked into Onew’s voice, “That’s what I’m worried about. Minho isn’t exactly the most aware person in the world…”
=---=
“Oh, daddy!” Kibum screamed from the floor, “Yes!”
Kibum let out an array of moans, hoping one would strike the right cord in his deflowerer. A hot summer delay led Kibum and Jinki to the floor of Minho’s house, bodies drenched in sweat and voices hoarse from the screams of their virgin love making. The mix of natural sweetness that Kibum’s skin seemed to ooze and the sweat that was pouring from the heat drove Onew insane. They ignored the fact they sounded like the porn videos they’d used to watch, that their best friend was on his way back to his home, and that it was hotter than before in the small apartment.
“Oh, Kibum…Kibum, you’re so good!” Onew shouted back, arching his back to fully allow himself to pleasure his lover. “Scream my name!”
“Jinki, Jinki, Jinki!” Kibum exploded, “Faster!”
“Ohh...” Onew let out after he’d finished. A long silence only disturbed by the heavy breaths of the two jailbait teens on the floor and a few gentle footsteps.
Much to the horror of the two hyungs, Minho loomed over them, holding a Biology book in his hand. “Kibum-hyung, you’re really bad at wrestling. You screamed “mercy” right when Jinki-hyung got on top of you.”
=---=
Jonghyun rolled his eyes from behind them, watching Key and Onew walk a few feet ahead of him, hand in hand. “Yeah, sure and the two people who were having sex in someone else’s house while he went to the store and didn’t notice he came home are the most aware people in the world.”
“At least we’re having sex, how’s your sex life, Jong-ho?” Kibum snorted, fed up with his snarky comments.
“Just fine.” Jonghyun replied, apprehensively, “You know, cause, last night, me and my boyfriend, uh, Jon got pretty hot and heavy.”
Kibum spared his usual sassy rebuttal to save Jonghyun the embarrassment of his obvious lie, but found it harder once he faced Jonghyun. “Well can Jon do something about Taemin?”
“No. He’s a nutritionist.” Jonghyun stuck his nose in the air, “Have you guys just tried not poking your noses in his business?”
“We have too, though. If we don't who knows what Minho would do!”
=---=
Minho nodded, confident in the way he had filled out the forms. “That seems right.”
REQUEST TO TRANSFER FORM FOR:
Name: Lee Taemin
Age: 16
Birthday: July 18, 1993
Address: In Donghae's heart
Phone number: 00-822-8965
Father's Name: Choi Minho
Mother's Maiden Name: Lee Donghae
A dark aura emitted off Key again. “Again with his bullshit? Give the fanboyism a rest for once and focus on this!”
Onew sighed, “I'm glad we caught him before he actually put this is the mail box.”
“To think Minho would have thought to enroll him in school without having to be told...” Kibum huffed, “It kind of pisses me off.”
For the first time in since they'd met, Jonghyun's and Onew's minds connected. So your the reason that Minho's like this?
“Kibum-hyung, why'd you put your name down as the mother?” Minho innocently inquired, looking over the revisions on the form.
Bad idea.
“Oh? And Minho, who do you think is going to care for little Taemin? LEE DONGHAE? I've been taking care of you for the past three years. Who makes sure you eat? Me. Who makes your lunches? Me. Who cleans your house periodically? Me. Who do you THINK is the mother? Obviously it's me! And you'd think I'd hear a “thank you”, ohh, but no, never from you ungrateful bunch of...”
“Kibum, dear,” Onew quickly interrupted, “Don't you think your getting a little carried away?”
Bad idea.
“CARRIED AWAY? We have a orphaned boy-toy that came from GOD KNOWS WHERE, and you think I'm getting CARRIED AWAY? Are you even listening to your self right now, Jinki? I have all the rights to get carried away, now I have you, Minho and Taemin to take care of? All I ask for is some credit for my work, but do I...”
Jonghyun's hand came over Key's mouth. “Stop it already. They appreciate you enough to not have dumped your psycho, paranoid ass. They love you, so stop stinking up the room with your morning breath.”
Bad idea, Onew thought. But, much to his surprise, when Jonghyun released his hand, the only thing Key had to say was, “Fine, let's just go mail this, Jinki. You come too, dickweed, your buying disinfectant for my mouth. What the fuck do you think you were doing putting your masturbating hand over my mouth?”
“Don't say it like your aren't already used to it, Key,” Jonghyun laughed, “Later, Minho. Try to rape Taemin before I do,”
“Get your fatass out the door already,” Key pushed Jonghyun, and slammed the door behind him.
Minho let out a giant huff of relief, “I thought I was going to die...”
=---=
After everyone had left, Minho went to wake Taemin up. Sprawled all over the bed, the skinny boy was stark naked and wide awake. Minho stared for a moment, only to turn his head slightly at the sight. The feeling he got was much different than when he saw Key naked, and was more akin to what he felt when he imagined Donghae in a swim suit, shaking the last bits of water from his wet hair...
“It's time to eat.” Minho stated as Taemin began to arise from the bed.
If one word could summarize living with Choi Minho, it'd be awkward. A usually silent guy by nature, he never had anything to talk about if it didn't involve Lee Donghae. Though Taemin didn't care in the least, since he didn't know anything he wanted to talk about. The thought occurred to Minho that maybe Taemin should put on clothes before he catches a cold, but he thought of more pressing matters.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry, naega, naega...” Minho sang the whole of Sorry, Sorry to him stressing all of Donghae's part, “Did you memorize that?”
Taemin blankly stared at Minho then smiled. “Yes!”
“There's a dance that goes with it, so you have to get the words down fast so we can get to the dance.”
Taemin repeated, “Sorry, sorry...”
“No, no, no.” Minho sighed, “We have some work to do.”
Meanwhile...
Kibum sneezed making Jonghyun and Onew look at him, “Cold?” they asked.
“No, my “Minho-is-doing-something-retarded-that-may-or-may-not-turn-another-human-being-into-a-crazy-Donghae-fanboy-like-him” sense just kicked in.”
Jinki blinked in astonishment. “You have a sense for that?”
Jonghyun walked back towards Mnho's apartment, “He's Key. He's got a fucking sense for everything but men.”
Back at Minho's
“Maybe you should put clothes on.”
“Mew?”
A/N: Sorry for the fail. *smacked* The story should start to pick up around here and everything will be back to normal!
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Minho/Taemin, Minho/Key, Onew/Key, Jonghyun/anything he can find
Summary: Choi Minho is a fairly normal high-school student. Maybe a bit to quiet and mysterious, but apart from that, he's a normal as normal can be. He even is a fanboy of a band called Super Junior. One night, he receieved a pop-up on their official site telling him he's won a special prize and all he had to do was click it to receive, a half-asleep Minho innocently clicks hoping that he won a poster. The next morning he receives his prize: a young, naked man that instists that Minho is his new master. And the only thing me had to say was, "This is really weird. I could have sworn I won a poster, not a prepubescent boy."
Warning (for now and later): Taemin's underage, language, boy x boy, patches of smut, mentions of nudity, arousal of teenage boys
Rating: NC-17
Previous Chapters: ( "profiles." )| ( "One." ) | ( "Two." )
“So what are we going to do about “the angel”?” Onew began, kicking a stone, “We can’t just leave him at Minho’s place, so we have to find where he came from.”
It had been three days since Minho had gotten his Super Junior “poster” in the mail and it seemed as if only Jinki and Kibum were the only ones that cared, or for that matter, showed any shock towards the mail-order boy-toy.
“Jinki, we’ve tried everything. We checked the website, search all over the crate, and interrogated the kid till midnight. I even had to ask that moron Jonghyun to ask around the post office. And even if we did find anything, that kid is stuck like glue to Minho. It’s be no use either way. He belongs to Minho. That’s it.”
“But,” concern leaked into Onew’s voice, “That’s what I’m worried about. Minho isn’t exactly the most aware person in the world…”
=---=
“Oh, daddy!” Kibum screamed from the floor, “Yes!”
Kibum let out an array of moans, hoping one would strike the right cord in his deflowerer. A hot summer delay led Kibum and Jinki to the floor of Minho’s house, bodies drenched in sweat and voices hoarse from the screams of their virgin love making. The mix of natural sweetness that Kibum’s skin seemed to ooze and the sweat that was pouring from the heat drove Onew insane. They ignored the fact they sounded like the porn videos they’d used to watch, that their best friend was on his way back to his home, and that it was hotter than before in the small apartment.
“Oh, Kibum…Kibum, you’re so good!” Onew shouted back, arching his back to fully allow himself to pleasure his lover. “Scream my name!”
“Jinki, Jinki, Jinki!” Kibum exploded, “Faster!”
“Ohh...” Onew let out after he’d finished. A long silence only disturbed by the heavy breaths of the two jailbait teens on the floor and a few gentle footsteps.
Much to the horror of the two hyungs, Minho loomed over them, holding a Biology book in his hand. “Kibum-hyung, you’re really bad at wrestling. You screamed “mercy” right when Jinki-hyung got on top of you.”
=---=
Jonghyun rolled his eyes from behind them, watching Key and Onew walk a few feet ahead of him, hand in hand. “Yeah, sure and the two people who were having sex in someone else’s house while he went to the store and didn’t notice he came home are the most aware people in the world.”
“At least we’re having sex, how’s your sex life, Jong-ho?” Kibum snorted, fed up with his snarky comments.
“Just fine.” Jonghyun replied, apprehensively, “You know, cause, last night, me and my boyfriend, uh, Jon got pretty hot and heavy.”
Kibum spared his usual sassy rebuttal to save Jonghyun the embarrassment of his obvious lie, but found it harder once he faced Jonghyun. “Well can Jon do something about Taemin?”
“No. He’s a nutritionist.” Jonghyun stuck his nose in the air, “Have you guys just tried not poking your noses in his business?”
“We have too, though. If we don't who knows what Minho would do!”
=---=
Minho nodded, confident in the way he had filled out the forms. “That seems right.”
REQUEST TO TRANSFER FORM FOR:
Name: Lee Taemin
Age: 16
Birthday: July 18, 1993
Address: In Donghae's heart
Phone number: 00-822-8965
Father's Name: Choi Minho
Mother's Maiden Name: Lee Donghae
A dark aura emitted off Key again. “Again with his bullshit? Give the fanboyism a rest for once and focus on this!”
Onew sighed, “I'm glad we caught him before he actually put this is the mail box.”
“To think Minho would have thought to enroll him in school without having to be told...” Kibum huffed, “It kind of pisses me off.”
For the first time in since they'd met, Jonghyun's and Onew's minds connected. So your the reason that Minho's like this?
“Kibum-hyung, why'd you put your name down as the mother?” Minho innocently inquired, looking over the revisions on the form.
Bad idea.
“Oh? And Minho, who do you think is going to care for little Taemin? LEE DONGHAE? I've been taking care of you for the past three years. Who makes sure you eat? Me. Who makes your lunches? Me. Who cleans your house periodically? Me. Who do you THINK is the mother? Obviously it's me! And you'd think I'd hear a “thank you”, ohh, but no, never from you ungrateful bunch of...”
“Kibum, dear,” Onew quickly interrupted, “Don't you think your getting a little carried away?”
Bad idea.
“CARRIED AWAY? We have a orphaned boy-toy that came from GOD KNOWS WHERE, and you think I'm getting CARRIED AWAY? Are you even listening to your self right now, Jinki? I have all the rights to get carried away, now I have you, Minho and Taemin to take care of? All I ask for is some credit for my work, but do I...”
Jonghyun's hand came over Key's mouth. “Stop it already. They appreciate you enough to not have dumped your psycho, paranoid ass. They love you, so stop stinking up the room with your morning breath.”
Bad idea, Onew thought. But, much to his surprise, when Jonghyun released his hand, the only thing Key had to say was, “Fine, let's just go mail this, Jinki. You come too, dickweed, your buying disinfectant for my mouth. What the fuck do you think you were doing putting your masturbating hand over my mouth?”
“Don't say it like your aren't already used to it, Key,” Jonghyun laughed, “Later, Minho. Try to rape Taemin before I do,”
“Get your fatass out the door already,” Key pushed Jonghyun, and slammed the door behind him.
Minho let out a giant huff of relief, “I thought I was going to die...”
=---=
After everyone had left, Minho went to wake Taemin up. Sprawled all over the bed, the skinny boy was stark naked and wide awake. Minho stared for a moment, only to turn his head slightly at the sight. The feeling he got was much different than when he saw Key naked, and was more akin to what he felt when he imagined Donghae in a swim suit, shaking the last bits of water from his wet hair...
“It's time to eat.” Minho stated as Taemin began to arise from the bed.
If one word could summarize living with Choi Minho, it'd be awkward. A usually silent guy by nature, he never had anything to talk about if it didn't involve Lee Donghae. Though Taemin didn't care in the least, since he didn't know anything he wanted to talk about. The thought occurred to Minho that maybe Taemin should put on clothes before he catches a cold, but he thought of more pressing matters.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry, naega, naega...” Minho sang the whole of Sorry, Sorry to him stressing all of Donghae's part, “Did you memorize that?”
Taemin blankly stared at Minho then smiled. “Yes!”
“There's a dance that goes with it, so you have to get the words down fast so we can get to the dance.”
Taemin repeated, “Sorry, sorry...”
“No, no, no.” Minho sighed, “We have some work to do.”
Meanwhile...
Kibum sneezed making Jonghyun and Onew look at him, “Cold?” they asked.
“No, my “Minho-is-doing-something-retarded-that-may-or-may-not-turn-another-human-being-into-a-crazy-Donghae-fanboy-like-him” sense just kicked in.”
Jinki blinked in astonishment. “You have a sense for that?”
Jonghyun walked back towards Mnho's apartment, “He's Key. He's got a fucking sense for everything but men.”
Back at Minho's
“Maybe you should put clothes on.”
“Mew?”
A/N: Sorry for the fail. *smacked* The story should start to pick up around here and everything will be back to normal!