Fate Would Have It... (EXO Supernatural-AU): Part 2

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Title: Fate Would Have It…
Author: leejaehwa7
Fandom: EXO
Pairings: Yixing/Jongin, Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Baekhyun/Jongin
Word Count: 24,000~
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yixing's different; something inside of him changed long ago and he's suffered because of it. Jongin, an accident, and a decision changed his life for the better, but all good things come to an end. Yixing's gift brings trouble, but fate has already decided the path that Yixing should take, he just has to learn how to follow it. Like Jongin says, "Sometimes it’s easier to just accept things than to try to make sense of them."

A/N: I started writing this oh so long ago and I didn’t want to post it until I felt like I had finished it. I hope it turned out well.


( Part One )

“How long did he say it’s been since someone lived here?” Jongin pulls a chunk of hair out of the bathroom drain, making a gurgling noise as he flings it into the trash bin. They woke up early to cross to the island to clean up the house because they want to be finished by the end of the day. They rented a truck from the man at the supply store to assist in taking supplies to the house, figuring they could return the truck at the end of the day and walk back the few miles it took to get to their house. It would also be a good way to familiarize them with the route.

“This is so disgusting,” Jongin complains scrubbing at the tiles in the bathroom. “Why do I have to be the one to clean the bathroom?”

“Rock beats scissors and you lost,” Yixing says simply, grinning to himself as he sweeps down cobwebs in the living room. He can clearly see Jongin through the open bathroom door, hunched over on his hands and knees. “Besides, you were the one who wanted to play for who cleans what. We could have worked together in every room.”

Jongin makes a gagging noise as he pulls something unidentifiable out of the drain. “Are you sure you didn’t cheat? You didn’t read my mind, did you?”

Yixing stops and stares. “I wouldn’t do something like that. That’s cheating and I’m not a cheat.”

“Right,” Jongin draws out the word. “Is that something you can do?” he asks trying to change the subject.

“What?”

“Read minds.”

Yixing thinks for a moment as he sweeps the windowsill. “I might have done it once before, but I’m not sure. I could see what the guy wanted, almost visualize it really, but it only happened briefly.”

“What did the guy want?” Jongin pauses in his scrubbing.

“To experiment on me.” Yixing says without pause. He has his back to Jongin as he continues sweeping, so Jongin can’t read his expression. “I saw myself in his mind, wearing all white, strapped to a bed, and surrounded by scientists.”

Jongin frowns, eyes boring into Yixing’s back. “Why would he be thinking that?”

Yixing turns to face him, looking completely serious. “He knew. At the time, I was being careless with my powers. I hadn’t tried to control them and I slipped up in public more than once. When I realized he was following me and I saw what he wanted, it was too late. I couldn’t get away.”

“He caught you?” Something in Jongin’s mind tells him not to ask, that he doesn’t want to know these things that he probably shouldn’t make Yixing tell him, but he’s curious.

Yixing nods, clutching the broom handle as he rests his chin on the end of it in deep thought. “That was my first experience with the sleuths and the experimentalists.”

“The what?”

“They’re not nice people, Jongin. They hunt people like me, locking us up and using us for experiments.”

Jongin shrinks at the tone of Yixing’s voice, unhappy with the turn in the conversation. “So, there are others like you?”

“Yeah, but I only ever met one, by accident, when I tried to escape the first time. He wanted to come with me, but we got caught in the end. I don’t even know his name or if he survived. They always kept us separated and locked up in hopes of killing our spirits, as if the hours of torture from the experiments every day weren’t enough. The worst part was the injections, when they tested some new drug to see its effects.” Yixing says it with an impassive look on his face, like he’s not even talking about himself, like he has no sentiments regarding his past.

“Stop!” Jongin cries, hating the look on Yixing’s face. “Just stop! I don’t want to hear anymore. You don’t have to tell me. You don’t have to think about it. I’m sorry I asked. I’m sorry…you don’t have to…sorry.” Jongin slumps to the floor covering his eyes, mad at himself for letting his curiosity get the best of him.

Yixing snaps out of his unpleasant reverie, moving to Jongin’s side to comfort him. “It’s okay,” he says, petting Jongin on the back of the head, crouching down in front of him. “I won’t deny that it was a bad experience, but it doesn’t hurt me anymore. I’ve learned to look at it as a reminder of what to avoid. I promised myself that I would never go back.”

Jongin looks up with fear filled eyes. “I won’t let it happen.”

“I’m glad.” Yixing smiles. “But you should worry about yourself. You’re in danger because of me.”

“I don’t care,” Jongin reassures him. “We’re together and I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

“Thanks,” he says and Jongin swears he sees a blush creep up Yixing’s cheeks before he gives Jongin a final pat on the head and returns to work, or maybe it’s just from over exertion from all of the cleaning, but either way he thinks it’s cute.

It took them all morning and most of the afternoon to finish cleaning the inside of the house. They swept off the back deck, but decided to leave the yard for another day. The overgrown bushes weren’t going anywhere and they weren’t really in the way at the moment so there’s no rush to trim them. After eating the takeout they bought when they crossed back to the mainland for lunch and to retrieve their things, Jongin fired up the stove for the first time to boil some water for tea. He makes them a simple lavender tea to enjoy as they sit on the back deck, legs dangling over the side just above the water as they watch the sunset glisten across the lake. It’s breathtakingly beautiful and just as perfect as Yixing remembers it to be. He’s missed this scene; glad he can finally share it with someone new.

Yixing cups his mug between his hands, absorbing the warmth from the tea as he leans in close to Jongin. Their arms brush against one another, causing chills to pass between them, deeper than the one’s caused by the cool, evening autumn air. Neither one of them wants to move or break the silence surrounding them. The quiet stretches across the lake as lights glow from various homes and families settle in for the night, probably eating dinner together and telling stories of their days, creating memories, but Yixing isn’t really listening though.

Eventually, Yixing crosses the line between him and Jongin, fully leaning into Jongin’s side, resting his head on Jongin’s shoulder. Jongin tenses for the briefest of moments before he sips his tea and rests his head against Yixing’s, silently struggling to keep his composure. They watch the sun shimmer and glisten in warm hues against the calm, glassy lake, reflecting the beauty of the surrounding autumn colors. Fireflies flicker in the foliage on the banks, like little stars peeking through the oncoming darkness. They witness the sun’s slow descent behind the trees, struggling to peek through as it sinks down over the horizon.

They stay seated until the darkness clouds Jongin’s vision. It isn’t until he tries to stand that he realizes Yixing is fast asleep against his side. He pulls the mug out of Yixing’s hands and sets it safely aside. Doing his best, he holds Yixing up, cradling him in his arms as he musters up enough strength to stand and carry him back into the house. They laid out a large sleeping mat and some thick covers to air out earlier in the day as a makeshift bed. It would have to suffice until they could order one.

Jongin gently lays Yixing down, covering him up to keep him warm. He returns to deck to retrieve their mugs and then to the kitchen to clean them. He does some tidying up, checking that the windows and doors are closed and locked before turning the lights out and heading to bed. He slides in next to Yixing, leaving a decent amount of space between them, but it doesn’t last long because Yixing rolls over curling into Jongin’s side.

“Are you going to make this a habit?” Jongin sighs. He’s not sure he can handle the lack of space between them while he’s silently pining over Yixing, not to mention he’s been overly conscious of Yixing all day.

“I might,” Yixing mumbles still half asleep. “You’re warm and comfy.”

Jongin tries to roll away. “Give me some room Yixing.”

“No,” he whines. “And it’s Lay.”

He frowns. “You called me Jongin earlier.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter. There’s no one else here anyways.” Yixing snuggles closer. “Get some sleep. You’ve worked hard.” Just like the previous night, Yixing tilts his head back kissing Jongin’s neck before nuzzling in close to sleep.

Jongin stills face flushing as he suffers in Yixing’s closeness. After a few moments, he finally says, “You’re making me uncomfortable.” There’s no hint of teasing anywhere in Jongin’s voice.

Yixing lets go, sitting up in the process to look at Jongin in the dark. “What?”

“I know you can hear it. I know you can feel it when my heart races. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but you’re doing it on purpose aren’t you? You never used to act like this.”

“What? I’m…I just…” Yixing stutters.

Jongin rubs his neck, pushing himself up to face Yixing, only able to see a silhouette of his figure. “It’s just…the way I feel might be different and I only just realized and I don’t want to misunderstand.”

“What did you just realize?” Yixing gravitates towards Jongin, knowing grin plastered to his lips, but Jongin can’t see it in the dark.

Jongin didn’t really think he would confess so soon after realizing how he feels about Yixing, but at the same time, he’s doesn’t want to hide it. If they’re going to be living together, he thinks Yixing should know, especially considering how close they’ve become in the last week. A part of him is sure that Yixing likes him too, but he’s afraid that saying it out loud will make it too real.

The fact that Yixing is different doesn’t bother Jongin, but he’s not such an idiot that he doesn’t understand what this can do to Yixing. He’s been thinking about it all day, exactly how different Yixing is and what it would mean if they were together. In the end, Jongin thinks that this will hurt Yixing more than it will hurt him because Yixing will have to live through the consequences of falling in love and losing someone. Yixing’s the one that’s going to be left behind and as much as Jongin fights to stay with him, selfishly chooses to put himself in Yixing’s life, he’s still worried about the aftermath. He really doesn’t want to hurt Yixing, hates when he accidentally brings up something Yixing would rather not remember and by falling in love, he feels like he’s intentionally inflicting pain upon him.

Yixing lightly pokes Jongin between his eyebrows because they’re scrunched together. “I understand you’re thinking really hard right now, but you should probably stop before you hurt yourself.”

Jongin shakes his head. “It’s you I’m worried about hurting.”

“How would you hurt me?”

“By answering your other question truthfully.”

“Try me,” Yixing challenges, cocking his head to the side curiously. “I’m stronger than you think.”

Jongin shakes his head. “I don’t want to,” he pouts, dropping back onto the mat. “Just forget it. I’m going to sleep.”

“Not fair.” Yixing falls onto Jongin, hugging him tightly, shaking him as he continues to whine. “Tell me, tell me.”

“You’re being obnoxious.”

“Fine,” Yixing rolls off of him, staring up at the ceiling. “You don’t have to tell me; it’s not like I don’t already know.”

“What?” Jongin turns to face Yixing.

“It took you long enough to figure it out. I tried really hard not to let it happen, but the day you decided to follow me crushed my resolve.” Yixing turns to his side, facing Jongin. “It’s just like you said to convince me to let you come, ‘I’m in too deep.’ I can’t turn back now and neither can you. I’m sorry for dragging you down with me.” Yixing places his palm on Jongin’s cheek, tracing the contours of his brow. Yixing’s relieved that he can see Jongin but the other can’t see him because he’s about to embarrass himself and that doesn’t happen often for Yixing. He’s had decades to get over being embarrassed about things. “If you’re worried about hurting me, don’t be. I like you. I have since the very beginning and after what I’ve experienced in the past two years, I’d rather fall in love with you and suffer the consequences than to have never been in love at all.”

Yixing watches as Jongin’s eyes widen, smile curling at the edges of his lips. “Are you sure you’re not a mind reader?” Jongin laughs.

“I don’t need to be to know what you’re thinking.”

“Really?” Jongin places his hand at Yixing’s waist, pulling him closer. “What am I thinking now?”

“You’re thinking about how much you like me and how you wish I would just shut up so you can kiss me.”

“I swear you’re psychic,” Jongin whispers, sliding in to close the gap between them.

Yixing grins before pressing his lips against Jongin’s basking in his sweet scented warmth. He can’t help grinning wider as Jongin’s heart thumps wildly. Yixing’s sensitivity to Jongin’s touch heightens as he deepens the kiss, Jongin’s tongue tentatively licking at Yixing’s lips before gliding inside. Jongin’s hand slides around Yixing, curling at the base of his back. Everything hits Yixing’s head in one heavy blow, mind too full of Jongin, too aware of everything in his overwhelming sensitivity.

Yixing pushes away far too soon for Jongin’s liking, chest heaving in deep breaths of nothing but Jongin. “Wow, I just…I need a moment.”

Jongin chuckles, understanding what Yixing means. “I like you,” Jongin says. “I really, really like you.” He rests his forehead against Yixing’s as he tries to calm down. “You were waiting for me to realize it, weren’t you? I can’t believe you liked me for two years without saying anything. Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“The same reason you didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want to pull you into my world, but now it doesn’t matter because we’re both idiots controlled by our emotions.” Yixing pecks Jongin on the tip of the nose before kissing him on the lips. He doesn’t linger because he’s not sure he can handle another high dosage of Jongin’s presence just yet. Instead he nuzzles close, head resting at the crook of Jongin’s neck like he originally planned to do before Jongin had his fit.

“Hey, Yixing? Is my presence really that soothing?”

Yixing smiles against Jongin’s neck and breathes. “Yeah.”

“Then, would it be safe to say that you love me for my body?”

Yixing bites him at the juncture between his neck and shoulder as a silent reply.

Jongin jerks back, laughing at his own joke despite the stinging pain of the bite. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Yixing kisses the bite mark feeling a bit bad about it, before muttering, “Idiot.”

They both drift off to sleep soon after, happy in their circumstances.

Over the next week, they adjust to living in their new home. It’s quiet, private, and perfectly cozy for the two of them. They’ve gotten used to being around one another all the time, running errands together in an attempt to furnish the place. One of their first purchases was a king-sized bed. It takes up a decent amount of space in the bedroom, leaving just enough room for a set of dressers and a nightstand. They buy a simple couch for the living room and a small round table with a set of chairs for the kitchen. They furnish the back deck with a set of beautifully carved dark, wooden chairs and a matching loveseat bench. Even so, Yixing loves to simply lie flat on his back on the deck soaking in the sun as it warms his skin in the cool air.

He’s been doing it often because they have a lot of free time and there’s no rush for them to do much of anything. Honestly, this is the first time that Yixing has felt so completely relaxed in decades and he wants to enjoy it as much as possible. Jongin notices the change in him, pointing it out one afternoon as they rest on the deck.

“You’re different,” Jongin says, running his fingers through Yixing’s hair. Jongin has his legs crossed with Yixing’s head resting in the center.

“How so?” Yixing asks keeping his eyes closed enjoying the feeling of Jongin’s fingers working their magic.

“I’m not sure, but you just seem so relaxed. It’s like you were always tense before now. I never noticed because I guess I’ve never seen you truly relaxed until now.”

Yixing laughs because it makes sense. “I guess I was always tense before.”

“What changed?” Jongin lets his fingers trail down to rub at Yixing’s cheeks, tracing his jaw line with his thumbs.

“I don’t have to hide because this place is secluded and you know my secret. It feels great not having to be cautious around you; there’s no reason for me to hold back anymore.” Yixing opens his eyes to look up at Jongin’s inquisitive face. “I can finally be myself in front of you.”

Jongin leans in to kiss Yixing on the forehead, grinning as he sits up. “I really like this side of you.”

“Me too,” Yixing agrees, stretching his limbs before curling up on his side.

Jongin returns to combing his fingers through Yixing’s hair, suddenly getting the feeling that he’s petting a very large, overgrown kitten. Yixing mewls contentedly as he snuggles into Jongin’s lap preparing to take an afternoon nap. Jongin laughs silently to himself because the comparison is just too perfect and he thinks Yixing would make a really cute kitten.

They’re on the deck again. Jongin’s chasing Yixing because the latter had teased him about getting pudgy from eating too much and being lazy. They’ve been at the house for almost a month and it feels like a vacation because neither of them is working and the atmosphere is making them lethargic. They’ve explored the lake and surrounding area, taking walks when they felt too cooped up in the house, but nothing requiring too much physical effort. Jongin’s seeing the effects of it more than Yixing because he’s used to working out and having to make an effort to keep in shape; he’s really been slacking recently.

Yixing dodges around one of the deck chairs as Jongin attempts to hop over it. It was a dumb idea when he thinks about it later, but at the time he was dead set on catching Yixing. He stubs his foot on the arm of the chair, which causes him to stumble, hitting the deck hard and almost plunging into the icy water of the lake, but he doesn’t because Yixing’s suddenly there. He pushes Jongin to safety before Jongin hears a resounding splash as Yixing slips off the end of the deck.

Yixing feels like he’s suddenly been frozen in a block of ice as the water sends pinpricks over his entire body, knocking the breath out of him as the pain hits his senses threefold that of a regular human. It sucks and he curses how well his reflexes are when they decide to actually kick in. He struggles to resurface, body shivering painfully. Jongin’s there at the end of the deck, stubbed toes forgotten as reaches out for Yixing ready to pull him up to safety.

“Did you just teleport?” Jongin swears Yixing was already at the back door by the time he fell.

“Yeah,” Yixing says through chattering teeth.

“Cool.” Jongin helps him stand, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him. “We need to get you out of these clothes and into a warm shower before you get sick.”

Yixing shakes his head as his body convulses from the cold. “I can’t get sick,” he stutters. “Not really.”

Jongin guides them through the back door, disregarding the trail of water Yixing leaves as they pass through the kitchen and into the bathroom. “Either way, I’d feel better after you take a shower.”

Yixing nods because despite the fact that he can’t get sick, as in catch a cold, the chill running through his body hurts and Yixing doesn’t like being cold. Jongin helps him turn the shower so the water to heat up as he helps Yixing peel off his soaked clothes, starting with his shirt. Even though Yixing’s hands are numb and he could definitely use Jongin’s assistance with taking off his pants, he refuses to let Jongin continue helping him, too embarrassed to let the younger see him completely exposed. They’ve known each other for a while and they’re extremely close, but they’ve never actually seen each other completely naked and the moment Jongin’s hands reach for the button on Yixing’s jeans he all too aware of that fact.

Snapping into reality, Yixing pushes Jongin back. “It’s fine,” he says when Jongin tries to argue. “I’ve got this.” In an attempt to not hurt Jongin’s feelings, Yixing asks him to go prepare a set of warm clothes for him and Jongin grudgingly obliges.

He stays in the shower for a while, enjoying the heat of the water as it soothes his body from the aching cold. He lets the water run over his head, calming his nerves as he prepares himself to face Jongin again. For some reason, he’s suddenly over conscious of his body and the fact that Jongin is probably waiting in the kitchen to check on him when he emerges from the bathroom. Yixing prolongs the moment, basking in the heat of the water until it starts to cool down and he knows he needs to dry off and get dressed.

He steps out of the shower, drying off quickly before draping the towel around his waist. He exits the bathroom, ducking into the adjacent bedroom and closing the door before Jongin can say anything to him. He dresses in a rush, toweling his hair as he steps back into the main room. Jongin’s there, eyes studying Yixing before he’s pressing a hand to Yixing’s cheek.

Yixing would blush, but his cheeks are already red and warm from the hot shower.

“Are you sure you won’t get sick?” Jongin asks, voice thick with concern.

Yixing drapes the towel around his neck before resting his hands on Jongin’s hips, pulling him just a tad closer until Yixing can easily rest his forehead against Jongin’s. “I promise I won’t get sick. I haven’t been for ages.”

Jongin frowns. “But what about that time you were puking your guts out and had to skip work. I remember, I was there, cleaning up the puke.”

Yixing shakes his head using minute gestures so as not to break contact with Jongin. “I wasn’t sick. My senses were acting up and it made me nauseous.”

“So you’re really okay?”

“Yeah.” Yixing smiles. “It’s a good thing you didn’t fall in. I’d have to worry about you catching hypothermia or something equally detrimental.”

Jongin pouts because Yixing’s poking fun of his humanity without really meaning to, but Jongin can’t help being aware of the huge differences between himself and Yixing. He doesn’t voice his despair because he knows Yixing would be bothered by it and he really doesn’t want to burst the bubble they’ve created for themselves where they can pretend they’re the same, that this relationship is going to last.

Yixing breaks him out of his thoughts with a simple kiss. “I’m going to lay down, okay? I’ll keep the bed warm for you.” He kisses Jongin again before darting back into their shared room, crawling into the middle of their large, plush bed.

Jongin locks up and shuts off the lights. It’s become his usual practice because Yixing likes to be the first one in bed and Jongin doesn’t mind making sure everything’s locked up securely because it makes him feel at peace knowing it’s done when he finally enters the bedroom and slips in beside Yixing.

Usually, Yixing curls into Jongin, giving him a goodnight kiss before drifting off to sleep, wallowing in his presence. Usually, Jongin kisses back and lets Yixing decide when the kiss is over, but tonight’s a little different; tonight Jongin wants to push Yixing a little further. Jongin craves more, wants more than Yixing is giving him. He’s tried to be patient, accepted Yixing’s advances without passing the limits that Yixing’s set up between them, but tonight he’s not sure he can hold back.

Yixing initiates the kiss, but Jongin deepens it, pushing Yixing onto his back and pressing him into the mattress as their mouths move together. Yixing gets a flash, a picture appears in his mind and he sees Jongin hovering over him, completely naked, moving his hips rhythmically against Yixing’s and in his mind it feels so amazingly wonderful. He opens his eyes, breaking away from Jongin releasing a small “oh” because he just read Jongin’s mind. Honestly, Yixing didn’t need to read Jongin’s mind to know what he wanted, but the image hit him with so much force it makes Yixing half-hard and desperate to make that image a reality.

Jongin peers down at him, intuitively knowing something happened. “What?” he asks. His breath comes out in puffs against Yixing’s face.

Yixing’s senses are going haywire, mind in a thousand places at one and it takes him a second to verbalize his thoughts. “I think…I just…read your mind.”

Jongin smirks, hand gliding up Yixing’s side, pulling up his shirt in the process as his fingers play at the tender skin on Yixing’s waist. “Then you understand what I want?”

“Yeah,” Yixing huffs breathlessly, stomach fluttering as Jongin tickles his side.

“Do you want it?” he asks, mind already set on what he plans to do to Yixing.

Yixing nods, arching up off the bed as Jongin leans down to kiss his neck. He’s ticklish and extra sensitive there, but Jongin isn’t letting up, happily teasing him because he knows what this does to Yixing, how it drives his senses completely crazy. This is familiar territory. They’ve done this before, always stopping before the real action begins because Yixing always says he can’t handle it, that he feels like his head is going to explode and Jongin being the nice guy that he is always stops because he doesn’t want to cause Yixing discomfort. He doesn’t want Yixing to remember their first time being associated with a major headache. He wants this to feel good, wants Yixing to feel blissful and euphoric when he remembers this moment.

“Hey,” Jongin whispers, hovering just above Yixing’s face. He wants his full attention before they go any further.

Yixing hums, eyes lidded as he stares up at Jongin still reeling in the pleasure of Jongin’s touches.

“You have to let me know when it’s too much. If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.” He caresses Yixing’s cheek, bowing down until their noses touch, gazing intimately at him. “This can hurt a normal person and I know you feel it so much more, so I need you to be honest with me.”

“I can handle it,” Yixing says, tilting his head back to kiss Jongin fully on the lips. “I trust you.”

Jongin doesn’t need any more reassurance as he plants a heady kiss on Yixing’s lips. He’s gotten better with the way he handles his tongue and Yixing can’t help savoring it, knowing he had some part in perfecting Jongin’s technique. They break apart long enough for Jongin to relieve both of them of their shirts before he’s back at Yixing’s mouth, then slowly trailing kisses down Yixing neck and torso. The covers slide off of them as Jongin moves down the bed, exposing them to the cool air of the room. Yixing can only hold onto Jongin, gripping his hair as Jongin suckles at the soft skin near Yixing’s navel.

Jongin grips Yixing’s hips, fingers tucking into the top of his sleeping pants before slowly pulling them down leaving Yixing in only his briefs. He’s reminded of the earlier moment in the bathroom and how self-conscious he felt, but this is different. Maybe it’s because of what they’re doing and the fact that they’re both supposed to be naked in this moment, that Jongin is going to be just as exposed as Yixing, but it makes Yixing feel comfortable. He’s not nervous about his nakedness. He wants this so bad. He wants to feel Jongin’s naked body against his own, skin against skin, as he revels in the smooth texture of Jongin’s flesh.

For a moment, Jongin’s warmth leaves Yixing as he slides to the side of bed, digging through the top drawer of their nightstand. He finds the small bottle of lube he’s looking for and makes his way back to Yixing who laughs because he has no idea the younger had something like this.

“When did you get that?” Yixing asks sounding amused by Jongin’s amount of preparation.

“A few weeks ago.” He shrugs. “I figured we’d need it eventually. It never hurts to be prepared for anything, right?”

Yixing laughs because he knows what Jongin is insinuating with that last remark. “I’m glad you thought of it.”

Before Jongin moves back to Yixing, he strips off the rest of his clothes, shucking them off the side of the bed before crawling between Yixing’s slightly parted legs. Jongin trails his hand up Yixing’s thigh watching as the elder shakes at the touch. He likes how sensitive Yixing is when it comes to these kinds of touches, likes watching Yixing squirm in pleasure, likes that Yixing only reacts this way because it’s Jongin touching him.

Yixing confessed that Jongin is the only person who has ever made his senses act up the way they do. He told Jongin he’s never been this sensitive around someone before, probably because he’s in love and he’s never let anyone touch him the way Jongin does. Remembering this makes Jongin pause in the middle of pulling Yixing’s briefs down.

The stopping of movement makes Yixing tilt his head up, glancing down at his half exposed crotch and Jongin who’s only inches above his nether regions. He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“I just remembered something you said and…” He stops, unsure of how to phrase his question without making Yixing uncomfortable.

“What?” Yixing asks a bit exasperated with the situation.

“Ummm…you’ve never…you know?”

Yixing drops his head back on the bed, hand coming up to rub his face. “Are you asking me if I’m a virgin?”

Jongin sputters. “Well…yeah…I just…” He buries his face into Yixing’s inner thigh.

Yixing laughs, feeling embarrassment bubble up. He reaches down, touching Jongin’s shoulder silently asking him to look up and come closer so Yixing can clearly see his face. At the moment Yixing is feeling intoxicated, mind inebriated by Jongin’s presence and he’s not even sure he’s going to make any sense with what he says because he really can’t think straight, especially not with the way Jongin’s naked hips are pressing against his own. “I’ve never been in love before, so I’ve never been in this situation before.”

“You don’t have to be in love to have sex.”

“I do,” Yixing states honestly and Jongin mentally slaps himself for saying something that makes him sound like an unfeeling, sexual deviant. The silence draws on until Yixing says, “Hey, Jongin.”

“Yeah?”

“I know you’re mentally beating yourself up right now, but could you not kill the mood because I’m really want this.” He slides his hands down Jongin’s chest, curving to cup his hips, pulling him down until he’s pressed firmly against Yixing’s groin. Jongin drops his head beside Yixing’s as pleasure passes through him as a result of the friction and Yixing turns to whisper in his ear. “I’m glad you’re my first.” His tongue peeks out, curling against the shell of Jongin’s ear. “Prove to me that you were worth the wait.”

Jongin shudders, hips grinding down over Yixing’s as he rises to meet Yixing’s challenge, quite literally in fact. He locks in for a kiss, pushing Yixing to his limits as their tongues tangle and Jongin’s hand slides between them to catch Yixing’s erection, pumping gently causing Yixing to whine and groan in oversensitivity. He wiggles, pleasure creeping over his body until he can’t tell the difference between Jongin’s heartbeat and his own.

Jongin isn’t a virgin, but he’s not exactly Casanova either, so he fumbles a bit when he slides down between Yixing’s legs with thoughts of moving from second to third base. His nerves catch up with him as he sinks down, discarding Yixing’s briefs to the side of the bed as he takes Yixing in his hand again, sizing him up before hesitantly lapping at the tip of his erection. If Yixing was feeling oversensitive before, this is something beyond his comprehension because he has no idea how to label the sensation caused by Jongin’s tongue.

As Jongin takes Yixing in his mouth, he decides to use the sensations as a means of distraction as he prepares Yixing for more. Sitting up for a moment, Jongin spreads a decent amount of lube on his fingers before bowing down and taking Yixing into his mouth again, sucking a little harder as he pushes Yixing’s legs open, slowly pressing a finger in and allowing Yixing to get used to the feeling before probing further. He takes his time, never giving Yixing enough to put him over the edge, but just enough to keep his mind off of the pain that comes with the stretching. Yixing’s conflicted between the two, pleasure and pain tug at his senses and it’s too much and not enough all at the same time. He needs more, wants more, and whines for Jongin to give him more because he’s not sure of how much longer he can take being teased as the sensations pound inside his head.

“I love you,” Yixing says, when Jongin’s pushing his legs up and situating himself between them, readying himself to plunge in. “I love you so much.” Yixing wraps his arms around Jongin’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss as Jongin slowly guides himself in, causing Yixing to cling and gasp at the feeling of being filled. “I really love you,” he repeats and Jongin wonders if this is his way of telling himself the pain is worth it or if it’s his way of encouraging Jongin to continue on, either way Jongin shallowly thrusts in and out of Yixing until he’s crying out for more.

If Yixing’s in any sort of pain, he masks it’s beautifully because Jongin only sees pleasure and he wants to give him more and he doesn’t think he could stop now if Yixing asked him to. It doesn’t take long before Yixing’s coming without either of them touching him and Jongin’s hips being to shudder and he’s nipping at Yixing’s shoulder, biting as he grinds into Yixing, pumping through his release. He licks at the mark, kissing languidly up Yixing’s neck until he reaches his lips and locks on.

They’re both breathless, heads clouded as they both come down from their highs. Jongin pulls out slowly, resting beside Yixing, enjoying the way his lover’s body shakes with sensitivity as he rides through the aftereffects of his orgasm. Yixing’s after-sex glow has him shining in Jongin’s eyes and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight.

“Was that worth waiting for?” Jongin teases, fingers trailing down Yixing’s glistening chest.

Yixing sighs contentedly, head turning to face Jongin as a smile spreads across his bliss filled face. “You have no idea,” he says leaning in to kiss Jongin, setting the pace at nice and slow. “Did I mention how much I love you?”

“Only like a hundred times,” Jongin laughs.

“Here’s a hundred and one.” He pecks Jongin on the nose. “I really, really love you.”

Jongin smiles until it hurts his cheeks because he doesn’t think this moment could be any more perfect. “I love you too,” he says, mimicking Yixing’s peck to his nose.

They’ve been on the island for almost eight months. Life is quiet there and Jongin’s found that he really loves the simplicity of living there. He likes being able to take leisurely strolls with Yixing in the morning or going fishing so they can have fresh meat for dinner. He’s tried dozens of new fish recipes, most of which they found delicious. He likes going with Yixing into the forest to look for fresh herbs and berries. They spend a lot of time being one with nature and Jongin finds that Yixing is more than enough company for him.

It’s come to the point that he doesn’t really like going over to the mainland much. He would rather spend the day relaxing with Yixing in the comforts of their own home, but occasionally they need to stock up on a few essentials and Yixing likes to go out sometimes, just to test himself in the crowds of people. He’s worried that he might lose control of his senses by spending too much time with just Jongin.

They go to the market, Jongin pulling a cart along like those that the elderly ladies travel with but he doesn’t care if he looks silly; he’s doing it for Yixing. They stock up on flour and sugar, grabbing various seasonings for Jongin to experiment with in his cooking. They’re in the midst of growing their own vegetable garden, so they only pick up a few here and there. Jongin flocks to the butcher, sizing up different cuts of meat as Yixing views the seafood. He’s been craving shellfish and he thinks that maybe crab will satisfy the craving, knowing that Jongin will cook whatever he asks him to.

They finish up at the market, deciding to make the trip short by not visiting all of their usual stores, but Yixing does want to stop by the bookstore to see if anything catches his attention. He likes to keep up with the new releases and enjoys reading fiction when they’re just lounging around the house. Jongin doesn’t read much, but he likes listening to Yixing tell him stories or read his various books out loud.

It isn’t until they step out of the bookstore that Yixing feels a prickle at the back of his neck, wheeling around in search for the cause of it. He’s suddenly uneasy, feeling as if he’s let his guard down for too long. Jongin feels it too, but he isn’t sure what it is. They pass a significant look before hurrying off to a more crowded area in hopes of losing the feeling among the throngs of people.

In the end, they realize they’re being followed. Yixing tells Jongin to ditch the cart once they round a corner, entering a full on sprint through the backstreets of town. Yixing’s pulling Jongin along as they make their way through the maze of streets, hoping they can find a safe place to hide before they’re caught. He doesn’t know how many are here but he’s sure they are sleuths. They probably caught wind of him on the mainland and wanted to check out the area, probably had no intention of going to the island at all. He can’t help thinking why it had to be today that they came, that fate is screwing with him. He’s wracking his brain for a place to escape when they round a corner coming face to face with two large men in unassuming clothes. They looked like every other passerby, but the fear surging through Yixing tells him otherwise.

In the next moment, Yixing disappears; his body reacted on it’s own but when he teleported he left Jongin behind. Comprehension washes over him and he’s angry with himself because how could he leave Jongin with those people. He looks at the street signs, determining his direction and running towards the men he’s so desperately been avoiding for so many years.

When he rounds the corner to the street that he knows Jongin is on, Yixing witnesses him being manhandled. He doesn’t stand a chance against them and Yixing wishes he could tell his body to do something, to stop this.

“Release him! It’s me you want.” Panic rises within him as one of the men stalks forward, but Yixing is planted in place. “I’ll go with you,” he says, voice faltering. “Please don’t hurt him.”

“Why’d you come back?” Jongin calls out as he continues to struggle. “You were safe!”

“I couldn’t leave you.” Yixing feels guilty because not only is he breaking the promise he made to himself, but he’s also forcing Jongin to break his promise as well. He can’t let them take Jongin away alone. “We’ll get out of this,” he says, willing Jongin to believe him. They’re being pushed to the end of the alley as a black van pulls up ready to take them away. “I’ll make sure we get out. Trust me.”

Their eyes meet as Jongin’s being forced into the van. He nods sharply, smiling to reassure Yixing that he understands. It’s the last thing Yixing sees before everything goes black.

Yixing wakes to a white light blotting out vision, body feeling sluggish and weak. Everything’s white, right down to his over starched scrubs; the material irritates his skin making him itchy. He tries to move his arms only to find an all too familiar weight of cold metal cuffs latching him to the bed. He closes his eyes, trying to let them adjust to the lighting as he blinks rapidly to clear his vision. The scent of antiseptics lingers in the air and the distinct drip of an IV sounds to his right. The machine to his left hums as it keeps tabs on his heart rate and blood pressure. It’s a nightmare come true only this time he’s dragged Jongin into it.

He recalls his promise to Jongin and the look of trust on Jongin’s face before he was knocked out. He wonders what they’ve done to him, if they’ve hurt him in anyway. For a moment he pushes his senses out in hopes of picking up some sort of signal from Jongin but he feels nothing. His body isn’t responding the way he wants it to, probably because of the fluids being pumped into his system making him weak.

Yixing is stuck. He’s weak and trapped so all he can do is wait.

It’s hard to keep track of time, but Yixing’s sure he’s been lying awake for hours just waiting. The sound of the door creaking open grates against his ears as two people stride into the all white room. Yixing stares up at the ceiling pretending not to notice them.

“It’s good to see you again Yixing,” the taller of the two men says. “I see you’ve gone to using your real name again.”

“You’re not dead yet?” Yixing asks coldly, knowing the guy simply by his voice, Dr. Wang if he remembers correctly. It’s been years since he’s heard it. The man was much younger then, a fresh face to the research group, but now he’s probably one of the oldest one’s on the team.

“Is that any way to greet an old friend?”

Yixing snorts, rolling his eyes as he clenches his fists at his sides, frustrated with his inability to do anything. “You should stop with the small talk and get straight to the point.”

“Now, now Yixing. Can’t I welcome our most promising candidate back? It’s been such a long time since we last met.” He walks over to the bed checking Yixing’s IV, glancing at the machine to check his vitals as well.

“I was hoping it would have been our last,” Yixing mutters.

The man ignores Yixing’s remark, telling his assistant to make notes on Yixing’s vitals. “We should give him another tranquilizer before we continue with the experiment.”

“When should we give him the first dose?” the younger man asks.

“I think tomorrow should be fine,” the elder whispers. “He’s already been here a week and his body is in good condition. It’s now or never at this point. He’s the only one strong enough to take it. None of our other candidates have passed all of the other tests.”

Yixing desperately wants to ask what they’re talking about but he knows they won’t give him any answers. It’s obviously an experiment for some new drug they’ve concocted, but he wonders what it will do to him. He wonders why He doesn’t like the fact that he’s been here a week and he can’t remember any of it, hates the idea that Jongin has been here that long as well. So much could have happened in that time and Yixing doesn’t even know if Jongin’s still alive but he hopes that their captors will think he’s more useful alive than dead.

The younger man walks up to Yixing’s IV, tapping a half full syringe of some tranquilizer. He pushes the needle into his drip, slowly forcing the fluid into his IV. “We have big plans for you, big plans,” he says before Yixing feels his eyes grow heavy with darkness.

An annoying beeping slowly pulls Yixing back to consciousness followed by an unfamiliar voice. “His heart rate is increasing. Blood pressure is slowly rising. Oxygen levels are low. Nothing is at an alarming rate yet.”

“Give him oxygen and make sure he stays calm. If he wakes up give him another tranquilizer. We need to keep him incapacitated until we find out how his body reacts to the drugs.” Dr. Wang voice sounds from Yixing’s right.

Upon hearing this, Yixing tries to relax his body, holding himself still as the other man attaches an oxygen mask to his face. He doesn’t want them to realize he’s waking up, hoping that maybe his consciousness can give him an upper hand later on.

“His body is taking this well. The other candidates were dead within the first hour; he’s held on for two,” the unknown man says. “When do we move to the second dose?”

“I’ll be back in an hour to give him another 20cc’s. Keep an eye on him and contact me if anything changes.” The sound of receding footsteps accompanies the beeping of the machines.

“Do you think we’ll succeed this time?” the man asks just as the sound of a door opening hits Yixing’s ears.

“If he doesn’t make it, I’m not sure we will find a more worthy candidate.” He pauses. “We need him to succeed.”

The door closes and Yixing finds it difficult to hold onto his consciousness, eventually allowing his body to drift back to sleep.

“Pack more ice around his body. We need to bring his temperature down as soon as possible,” the man from before says, urgency in his voice.

Yixing feels cold weights pressing against his body as small bags of ice are situated around him. His mind is too muddled to keep hold of anything they’re saying, head pounding with a crippling headache. His body feels stiff and foreign, uncomfortably heavy. Something probes at his mind, forcing its way in painfully intruding until Yixing can’t resist any longer and slips back into unconsciousness.

( Part Three )