i got filthy ways

[montellico]

title: i got filthy ways
pairing(s): 2min
rating: nc-17
wordcount: ~4700
summary: There's a promiscuous alien named Taemin on the loose in Seoul, and it's up to Jinki, Jonghyun, and Kibum to catch it.
a/n: okay um how do I put this. PORN. I wrote it. What is wrong with my life /sob. ughh okay forgive the bad smut. and just the overall badness. I'M SORRY OKAY. if it's any consolation, the smut is short lmao.
oh and this is part two of this. you should probably read that first.


Time passes slowly in the cell. At first Minho and Taemin converse from opposite sides of the hallway, discussing the situation. But they quickly exhaust that topic. After all, they don't have many options in terms of escaping. And so the minutes tick silently by, blending into hours after a while, though Minho has no way of keeping track. He falls asleep on the bench in his cell wall at one point, waking only at the sound of Taemin's distressed shouts.

"What?" he says groggily, sitting up and looking around, disoriented. "Taemin? What's wrong?"

Taemin is standing pressed against his window, his eyes wide with fear.

"Minho," he says, his voice a cracked whisper. "I'm scared. Minho, I don't want to die."

"You won't die," Minho says, getting shakily to his feet and standing directly in front of the ventilation holes. "I promise you won't. I'll make sure we both get out of here."

"No," Taemin says, balling his fists at his sides. "You don't understand. They might let you live, but I'm dangerous. They'll let me die right here, right in front of you - "

"They won't!" Minho interjects loudly, but Taemin keeps talking.

" - and then they'll wipe your memory again and it'll be like I never existed." He stifles a sob. "I don't want to be erased, Minho. I've barely lived!"

"Shh," Minho says, "shh, baby, it's okay. They won't erase you. I don't care what they do to me, there's no way I could ever forget you. And I won't let them kill you."

And he knows that Taemin has no reason to believe him in the slightest, but the blond's demeanor relaxes slightly, as though he's been waiting for those words, meaningless as they are. He lets his eyelids droop, and sinks slowly to his cell floor.

"Minho," he says softly, "I need you . . ."

"I'm right here," Minho says. "I'm here."

"No," Taemin says, giving the transparent barrier before him a half-hearted slap, "I mean, I need you."

"Oh," Minho says. He bites his lip. "I'm sorry, Taemin."

"I know." Taemin tilts his head back and closes his eyes. "I'm sorry, too."

Minho spends the next day (or maybe two or three) asleep. He can't be sure how long he's been here, but he knows that with every passing moment, Taemin's condition is worsening. Minho's not feeling so hot himself - he hasn't eaten since they got here - but at least his captors are supplying him with occasional jugs of water. Taemin's cell is never opened. He is completely cut off from the world, wasting away slowly, and it's breaking Minho's heart.

Minho is always asleep when his water is changed, but after the eighth jug, he tries to make himself stay awake so he can talk to one of the men imprisoning him. It doesn't work; sitting, bored out of his mind, and without the energy to do much more than watch helplessly as Taemin tosses and turns fitfully in his twenty-two-hours-a-day slumber, Minho can feel his eyelids growing heavier and heavier each second that he wills them to stay open. When he succumbs to sleep, he opens his eyes again after what feels like a second and discovers that it's actually been hours - his water is refilled and Taemin is sitting up, staring at him.

"Hey," he whispers, wincing and swallowing, licking his dry lips.

"Shh," Minho says at once, "baby, don't talk. Rest up. I'm going to get us out of here, I promise. It's taking longer than I thought, but - "

"Shut up," Taemin rasps, looking irritated. He curls up on the floor, keeping his eyes fixed on Minho. "I just wanted to say that I'm ready to die now."

Minho's eyes go wide with panic.

"And I don't regret anything I've done," Taemin continues. "I'm so glad I met you. I just wish we had more time . . ." He closes his eyes, and Minho waits for him to keep talking, but after a few moments it becomes clear that Taemin is no longer conscious.

"Taemin!" Minho yells. He gets up and pounds on the glass, his blows reverberating silently in the bones of his hands. "Taemin! Wake up, Taemin, don't do this to me, wake up, please . . . please . . ."

But Taemin doesn't move. As far as Minho can tell, he's not even breathing.

"Taemin," he says, exhaling raggedly. And then it hits him, how lifeless Taemin is, and how pale; it hits him how long it's been since the two of them touched, and how hyperaware his body is at the prolonged absence of Taemin's, and how it must be fifty times worse for the other man. It hits him that Taemin is really going to die.

That's when he breaks.

Up until this point, Minho has repeated his conviction that they're going to escape so many times that he had himself believing it. But now, seeing Taemin like this, utterly unmoving, Minho can't even bring himself to think the words "everything will be okay." Nothing will be okay. It was the thought of leaving with Taemin, being with Taemin, that kept Minho going - if Taemin dies, what's the point in breaking out?

For the first time since his abduction, Minho cries.

Minho goes to sleep and wakes up three times, and still Taemin has not moved. Each time he wakes up, Minho feels a little more lightheaded. The ninth jug of water remains completely full; he refuses to drink a sip of it, though his throat is burning and his tongue feels like a sand brick in his mouth. He goes to sleep a fourth time, drifting off despite the pounding in his head, and when he wakes up there's a man sitting cross-legged outside his cell.

"Hi," the man says.

Minho just watches him warily.

"Remember me?" the man goes on. "My name is Kibum. And you're Minho, obviously. That's Taemin."

Minho raises one eyebrow, as though to say "stop wasting my time and say what you came to say."

"I just came by to tell you that we've come up with the formula," Kibum says. "The one to save Taemin's life."

"What?" Minho says, coughing a little.

"Yep," Kibum says. He fixes Minho with a serious gaze. "It's just that he's unconscious right now, and we need him to wake up before we can administer it."

"And?" Minho's breath is coming faster now. Have they really been working to help Taemin this whole time? If that's the case, why wouldn't they at least feed him?

"And . . . you know how to revive him, right?"

Minho's eyes go wide and color floods into his cheeks. "That's - well, yeah - "

"Okay," Kibum says. He waves a set of keys at Minho from the other side of the cell partition. "I'm going to unlock these doors. Then I'm going to leave for a bit. When I come back, I hope you'll both be feeling better."

Minho watches, dazed, as Kibum unlocks and pushes both his and Taemin's cell doors open. He walks off down the hall, his blond head bobbing, and just before he disappears he turns his head and shoots Minho an encouraging wink. If Minho didn't know any better, he'd say that Kibum was on his side.

For a full ten seconds, Minho stares at the open door in front of him, and then, so hastily that his tired muscles nearly give out on him, he runs forward and into Taemin's cell.

"Taemin," he whispers, bending over Taemin's frighteningly cold body. "Stay with me, please, Taemin."

Trembling, he presses a long kiss to Taemin's soft lips, fear and adrenaline rushing through his system as he does so. Terrified that he's just kissed a corpse, he pulls back, and then, feeling more relieved than he's ever felt in his life, he sees Taemin move. It's a tiny movement, a twitch of the eyelids, but Minho praises the heavens for it anyway.

"Taemin," he says deliriously, "I've got you, baby, it's gonna be okay."

He kisses Taemin again, then again, and each time he feels a little more life coursing through the other man's veins. Feeling a little more revived himself, he runs his hands down Taemin's torso and then up under his shirt, fondling the soft skin and lean muscle beneath his fingers.

Taemin's eyes flutter open.

"Minho?" he asks, his voice the barest of whispers.

"It's me," Minho says fervently, tightening his hold on Taemin's flesh. "I'm right here, I've got you. How are you feeling?"

"I've been better," Taemin says feebly.

"Okay," Minho says, "I'm going to try something to get you feeling better, okay?"

Taemin nods, his eyes locked onto Minho's and full of trust. "Okay."

"Alright." Minho takes a deep breath, and sneaks one hand beneath the waistband of Taemin's pants. With his other hand he traces slow circles over Taemin's chest, occasionally tweaking his nipple and eliciting low moans from the blonde. After a particularly loud response, Minho wraps his fingers around Taemin's half-hard length and begins to stroke lightly, at an unhurried pace.

"Minho," Taemin gasps. His face is visibly regaining its usual color, and his eyes are glassy with need.

"I've got you, baby," Minho says, pressing a kiss to Taemin's lips as he continues to pump the other man's cock.

"M - Minho - !" Taemin whimpers.

"I know," Minho whispers. "I won't go too fast - "

"No, Minho," Taemin says, his breath catching as Minho runs his thumb over the head of his dick, "faster."

"I want to take it slow," Minho says gently. "You're not well yet . . ."

"I'm not going to get well if you don't fucking go faster," Taemin pants, his voice increasing in volume with every word, with every stroke of Minho's hand.

"I don't think it's a good idea . . ."

"Please, Minho - "

"Fine," Minho snaps. He yanks Taemin's pants down, exposing his creamy upper thighs, and lowers his mouth onto Taemin's cock, humming at the groan that spills from the other man's lips.

"Yes," Taemin breathes, "yes . . ."

Minho doesn't tease. He knows that Taemin is too sensitive right now to enjoy anything but swift release, so that's what he gives him; sucking vigorously at the head, Minho uses his hands to pump whatever he can't fit in his mouth, and it's a matter of seconds before Taemin is crying out and his sticky seed is spilling onto Minho's tongue.

"Mm," Minho says with a grin, licking his lips. "You taste better than I remembered."

"I . . ." Taemin says, pausing to regain his breath. "Minho, I need more."

"More?" Minho glances outside the cell, wondering when Kibum will be returning. "I don't know if we have time - "

"I don't care," Taemin says. He sits up, a feral look in his eyes, and shoves Minho onto his back with unusual strength for someone who's just recovered from the brink of death. As he straddles Minho possessively, he looks anything but weak. "I just need you right now."

"I - well, okay," Minho says. He doesn't really feel like protesting. After sucking off Taemin, his own cock is straining uncomfortably against his jeans. He hadn't meant things to move so quickly so soon after waking Taemin up, but since the other is more than willing, he figures it's okay.

Taemin grabs Minho's right hand and takes his fingers into his own mouth, licking and thoroughly coating each digit with saliva. "Stretch me," he orders, "and quickly."

Minho complies readily, sliding one finger into Taemin's hole. It's tight after having gone so long untouched, but Taemin doesn't seem to be in any pain, so he continues with the second finger, scissoring and stretching the entrance and enjoying the mewling sounds that Taemin's emitting from atop him.

"More," Taemin breathes, and Minho pushes in the third finger. The heat is overwhelming, and Minho's cock begins to ache.

"Baby," he groans, "are you ready - ?"

"Yeah," Taemin huffs, "Fuck, get in me, Minho."

Minho doesn't need telling twice. Quickly he pulls down his pants and positions the head of his cock at Taemin's entrance. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he slides in, and the mind-blowing tightness and searing heat almost push him over the edge right then and there - it's been too long since they've done this. But he holds himself back. He sits up and pushes Taemin gently to the floor of the cell, positioning himself above the him, his dick still fully sheathed in Taemin's heat, and starts thrusting slowly, reveling in the blonde's wanton groans.

"Faster," Taemin tells him breathlessly, "faster, come on . . ."

So Minho quickens his pace, thrusting harder and harder and running his hands all up and down Taemin's thighs, his ass, gripping him so tightly he knows there will be bruises later. With each thrust Taemin cries out louder, his screams verging on sobs, his eyes screwed shut from the almost unbearable pleasure. Minho wraps his hand around Taemin's rock-hard, weeping cock and pumps it vigorously, too busy thrusting into the smaller man's ass to really apply any kind of finesse to his technique. It doesn't matter though, because soon Taemin is yelling, "GOD, FUCK, MINHO YES!" and his muscles are spasming and he's coming, his seed coating Minho's hand and dripping onto his own shirt. And with that, with the blond writhing and gasping above him, Minho comes as well, his hips jerking sporadically as he finds his release in Taemin.

And he can tell himself that he's doing this for Taemin, that this is a selfless act on his part, he can lie to himself all he wants, but deep down he knows that he wants, needs this almost as much as Taemin does. Minho , like Taemin, truly doesn't have a single altruistic bone in his body. He's doing this entirely for himself - much the same way that Taemin chose to be with Minho entirely out of self interest.

But honestly, as long as he's got Taemin, Minho doesn't really care about either of their motives.

"Shit," Taemin says, collecting his breath and grinning at Minho. "I feel great."

"Glad to hear it," Minho murmurs. Unlike Taemin, who always perks up and turns hyperactive and chatty after sex, Minho feels like going to sleep now. His days - he still doesn't know how many - without food are not without their toll on him.

"I could go another round or six, how about you?" Taemin continues.

"Not right now," Minho says. "Don't you want to get out of here first?"

"Oh, yeah," Taemin says, frowning. He sits up, wipes himself off, and pulls up his pants. "That's still a problem."

"Yeah," Minho says tiredly.

"I mean," Taemin says thoughtfully, "since the door's open now I could probably just get out of here on my own. But I can't just leave you here . . ."

"Also," Minho interjects, "Kibum said something about some cure for you? I don't know."

"But that's stupid," Taemin says. "You cured me just now."

"I don't know," Minho repeats. "That's just what he told me."

"Correct," Kibum says, appearing outside the cell.

Flushing, Minho stows his dick back inside his pants.

"You!" Taemin hisses. "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you," Kibum says. "For now."

"No fucking way," Taemin snarls. "You people cuffed me. You were ready to let me die. I'm not talking to you."

"If you don't listen to me and do as I say, Jinki will shoot you," Kibum says pleasantly. "Honestly, I'm hoping it doesn't come to that."

Taemin glares at him for a few seconds.

"I think we should listen to them," Minho says.

"Fine," Taemin sighs.

"Excellent." Kibum beams. "Shall we go up to the lounge?"

He leads the way out of the hallway of cells, up a few flights of stairs, and into a spacious area with a towering ceiling. It's packed with technology, with several computers positioned on a platform raised about fifteen steps from where they're standing. There are also machines that Minho doesn't recognize, with glowing white and blue lights, and strange, foreign designs etched into them. Aside from all the technology, there are quite a few plants, most of them lush and tropical-looking, and high above their heads, with a leathery flapping of wings -

"Is that a dinosaur?" he exclaims.

"Yup," Kibum says nonchalantly, leading them up a flight of stairs.

"But dinosaurs are extinct," Minho says.

"Don't use the E-word around Roo, he'll get offended," Kibum says. "Come on, in here."

They enter a smaller room adjoining the big one, and this one is much simpler. There's just a low coffee table, a few couches, and a large monitor screen at the end. Minho has to admit he didn't expect such nice facilities from the same group that locked him in such a primitive cell. Taemin and Minho sit warily together on one of the couches, and Kibum smiles at them.

"You two would be so cute if I didn't know what Taemin was," he says.

"Are you going to tell us what's going on here or not?" Minho demands impatiently.

"Calm down, we're just waiting for Jonghyun and Jinki to get back," Kibum says, settling himself on the couch opposite them.

"We're here," Jonghyun says, rushing in the door. "No need to worry. Everything's fine."

"Um." Kibum raises an eyebrow. "Okay."

Jinki appears right behind Jonghyun, chuckling. "Hello, Taemin. Minho."

"Hello," Minho says. Taemin just glares.

"So, as Kibum may have told you," Jinki continues, walking around to the screen on the other side of the room, "we've developed a formula specially for Taemin. To help him."

"Oh, really?" Taemin hisses. "If you wanted to help me so bad, why'd you starve me? You were going to let me die in that rotten cell, weren't you?"

"At first, yes," Jinki says calmly. "But we're not killers."

"Yeah we are," Jonghyun interjects boredly.

"Our intent was not to kill you if we could help it," Jinki says, shooting Jonghyun a warning look. "But the safety of this planet comes before your survival needs. The only way we could allow you to live was if we found a way for you to function without killing everyone you slept with."

"I don't kill everyone I sleep with," Taemin says, crossing his arms.

"But you've killed five people, Taemin," Jinki points out. "Minho aside, you're deadly to those you seduce."

Taemin is silent.

"So, knowing that, and analyzing a semen sample - "

"Ew, where did you - ?" Minho says with a cringe.

"From your apartment," Jinki says. "Believe me, there was plenty of semen in your apartment."

"Right," Minho says, reddening.

"Anyways. We discovered that Taemin's spunk is extremely deadly - but only when in contact with human female, erm, juices."

"I'd figured that one out already," Taemin says with a roll of his eyes. "Get to the point, already."

"Well," Jinki says. "We were going to either let you die or send you home. But, in examining the chemical makeup of the semen, Jonghyun discovered that it has a very interesting binding property, allowing us to neutralize it with just a small amount of a certain compound, found in a common substance. Now, the good thing about this is that you can ingest it orally, that is, you can drink it. The bad news is that you'll have to take it fairly often to control the reactivity of your semen. Probably every twenty-four hours at the least."

"Alright," Taemin says slowly. "So you're saying that you'll let me stay on Earth if I take my medicine once a day?"

"Basically," Jinki says.

"I think I can handle that," Taemin says. He glances at Minho, who's watching him worriedly.

"But what's the medicine?" Minho asks.

"Don't worry," Jinki says, "it's nothing volatile, nothing unhealthy, it's not mercury or lead or anything like that. Although, in Taemin's system, who knows, those things might even be good for him - "

"What is it?" Minho practically yells, clenching his fists in frustration.

"Calm down, jeez," Jinki says. "It's just banana milk."

For a moment, Taemin and Minho just stare, dumbfounded, at Jinki. Then they turn to each other and start talking at the same time.

"Taemin, this is great!"

"Minho, what's banana milk?"

There are a few more details to be ironed out - Taemin has to promise to check in with Jinki once a month, both Taemin and Minho have to agree to give blood samples for further testing, and, most importantly, Minho has to be fed - but soon enough, the trio in black leather sends them off. Kibum pats Minho on the back with a lingering hand, whispering, "call me when you get bored of the kid," and Jonghyun ruffles Taemin's hair with a gruff, "stay out of trouble," and Jinki waves and smiles silently as the two of them walk away.

And finally, Minho has Taemin all to himself again.

No prison cells, no watchful captors, no starvation, no desperation.

Just the two of them.

They amble through the streets of Seoul, hand in hand, and their clothes are grungy and their hair is greasy and Minho is sure they smell dreadful. But it doesn't matter. Taemin's hand is warm and soft in his, and he holds onto it like it's his last lifeline. And maybe it is, maybe Taemin is life's way of saying that second chances do exist.

He'd like to think that he's better with Taemin. He'd like to think that Taemin brings out his best self. And that's important to him. But really, the thing that matters most to Minho is that Taemin is still in his arms by the end of the day. His heart flutters when he looks at that deceptively angelic face, when those lips smile that adorable smile just for him, when he receives a chaste, domestic little kiss on the cheek, and he knows it's too early to call this love but he knows, at least, that it's completely real.

Or at least, it feels completely real. And he wants more than anything to believe that it is. So when they arrive back at his apartment he can't help but ask about that first night.

"You remember when we first met?" he asks quietly, shedding his T-shirt and making his way to the shower.

"Of course," Taemin laughs, "but you don't."

"No, but," Minho frowns, "that's why I want you to tell me."

"Sure," Taemin says. He pulls off his shirt in one fluid motion. "But shower sex first."

"No," Minho says forcefully, willing himself to resist the sight of Taemin's creamy white torso. "No, can we just talk? I need you to tell me exactly what happened the night we met. And if you lie, I'll ask Kibum and he'll tell me."

"So just ask Kibum," Taemin says, sticking out his plump lower lip and advancing slowly on Minho, backing him into the bathroom door. "I want shower sex, now . . ."

"Taemin," Minho says, his voice gaining a panicked edge. He holds Taemin away from him by the shoulders. "I need to hear it from you."

"Fine." Taemin seems to sense that Minho's serious about witholding sex. "I came up to you - "

"No," Minho says. "Start earlier."

"I walked into the club - "

"Earlier."

"How early do you want me to go?"

"Start from when you left your home."

Taemin frowns, and his face becomes closed off. He's always guarded when Minho asks him about his home.

"Why?"

"I'm letting you live in my apartment, Taemin," Minho says heatedly. "The least you could do is talk to me, just this fucking once."

"But - "

"Do you trust me?"

Minho's staring at Taemin intently, and even in the dim lighting of the aparment, Taemin can make out every line in his face, every emotion coursing through his veins, every insecurity he's got riding on that one, simple question. So, heaving a long sigh, he decides to do something he never does.

He decides to be honest.

"I trust you," Taemin says softly. "I shouldn't, but I do."

Minho's face lights up, his worries wiped away, and Taemin can't help but smile.

"Okay," he says, "you want to know about my home?"

"Tell me everything."

So Taemin does. He tells him about the fall of the incubi, and how his people were starving to death as the humans of the planet left to colonize other planets. He tells him about the last emergency pod, how he'd stolen it from under the nose of an older, distinguished incubus and set a destination for the first place that popped into his head: Earth.

He tells Minho about his first encounter, about meeting Jinki, and then -

" - well, then, I saw you," he says, grinning. "You were sitting at the bar, looking just damn sexy, and I thought to myself, no way am I passing that by. So I took you to the bathroom, all set to eat you up, and . . . you refused me. That was a first. It intrigued me. But I was half-starving, you know, I wasn't about to wait around for you to change your mind. So I found myself a quick fix and . . . I mean, as you know, that went a little bit wrong - "

"Just a bit," muttered Minho.

" - so I decided to lay low for a bit. And I saw you, still at the bar, still looking fine. So I went up to you and said, 'See you at home.' You don't remember it, but it happened. You remember the next morning, don't you?"

"Of course," Minho grumbles. "Waking up to a strange guy in my bed, how could I forget?"

"Well," Taemin says with a shrug, "that's pretty much all of it. I followed your scent to this place around dawn, came in through an open window - "

"On the twelfth floor?"

"Yeah, whatever, big deal. Anyways, I . . . I still don't really know what made me stay with you. But I have something to confess."

Minho raises one eyebrow.

"At the club, I seduced you."

Minho snorts. "I know that much."

"But I mean," Taemin says earnestly, "I really seduced you. I'm an incubus. I have certain . . . chemical abilities. I - "

"You drew me in with pheromones or some shit," Minho finishes for him. "Kibum explained it to me back there while you were inhaling banana milk."

"Yeah," Taemin says. He looks almost ashamed, biting his lip and averting his gaze. "I just - what was I supposed to do? I needed you, needed someone - "

"It's okay," Minho says. "It's totally okay."

"I mean," Taemin says hurriedly, "I haven't done it again. When you woke up and didn't remember me . . . I mean, it would have been easy to make you lust after me instantly, but I guess, kind of for my own fun . . . I made it a kind of . . . game. To see how long you'd keep me even without my scent." He laughs. "Not much of a game in the end, though. If you told me to leave right now, I don't think I could do it."

"Really?" Minho whispers. Taemin's face draws closer in the low light.

"Really," Taemin promises. "You're the only one I want. I even gave up girls for you, remember?"

"I remember."

"So," Taemin continues, snaking one hand up Minho's bare chest. "This is all taken care of?"

"Well," Minho says.

"You agree that you're being stupid and insecure about this?" Taemin presses.

"Stupid?" sputters Minho. "I'm not - I was just worried - it was perfectly reasonable - "

"I'm staying with you forever," Taemin says, inching his face forward so that it's almost touching Minho's. "Stupid."

"You - " Minho starts to say.

But then Taemin's lips are covering his own, Taemin's fingers are twisted in his hair, Taemin's taste is on his tongue, and he's powerless to protest any longer.

Minho knows this situation is far from perfect, but at this moment, he couldn't care less. Taemin has chosen him. Taemin said forever.

That, plus the promise of shower sex in his immediate future, makes Minho pretty damn sure that his ending will be a happy one.

uhh more notes:
I'm a sucker for happy endings, so sue me. Taemin and Minho live together FOREVA in a beautiful world of sunflowers and banana milk, all the while having steamyhot sexy times. THIS IS THE REALITY THAT I WANTED.
also I realize onjongkey were barely in this chapter. Ugh this fic wasn't even going to be about 2min. Anyways, they go on rounding up aliens and so forth, jongkey have a weird, drawn out affair that ends somewhat amicably, and then kibum discovers his one true love to be jinki. spoiler alert: everything becomes onkey with me. jongkey will never triumph.
I can't think of anything worthwhile to say about this fic, I'm just gonna stop now orz