Fic: In the life of Fire (h)
Title: In the line of fire (h)
Author: Sev-chu
Pairing: Jaejoong x Changmin, Yunho x Junsu (Yunho x ofc) Yoochun x ofc(s)
Rating: Pg - Nc-17
Summary: Mob wars are painting the streets of Hong Kong and Japan red with blood ensnaring the rogue cop in its wake. Can Yunho find him in time to save him and is he ready for what he finds? Can the gangs unite to stop the violence or will they tear each other apart with their greed?
a/n I got a little carried away
Bass pounded through Yunho’s brain, curling around his vision like a form of other-worldly phenomenon as he gave his body over to the music. The lights throbbed around him body gyrating to the sounds and the lights, notes washing over him as the music was mixed in the downtown club.
Located in the city’s business district, the Rising Sun’s second club Drive was night and day from the electronic flavor of DaNa. Given the club’s location, the atmosphere was upscale; a gentleman’s club home to sultry women intertwining themselves around hard steel accentuating the point. A large brass ledge ran the length of the polished wooden stage to keep the hungry wolves at bay, while plush plumb purple sitting booths gave off a regal glow.
The girl at the door had seated him in one of the numerous alcoves off to the side not knowing of his affiliation to the owner but it didn’t really bother him. He wasn’t here to think about business figures or finding out information, he just wanted to let himself slip from the world and forget who he was for as many hours as he could find.
He had messaged Junsu like it was the natural rhythm of his beating heart.
Finding the tucked away dance floor designed to let the clientele mingle with those not-so-secretly for hire Yunho’s head swam in the melodies of the club. He shut out everything around him, the stresses of his parents, his wife and work; both legal and otherwise.
Closing off his mind Yunho quickly lost track of time as his hips moved of their own accord. For the most part he had been left alone, brushing off the odd invitation until finally there was a force warm and solid pressing itself along his back, soft wetness at the nape of his neck.
“You’re going to have me home by curfew right?” the teasing voice tickled across his ear, arms threading around Yunho’s waist and hands settling over his stomach.
“My home or yours?” Yunho let a smile play in his voice as he turned within the arms holding him tight to be greeted by Junsu’s wide smile.
The smaller man giggled as he let his hands fall to Yunho’s ass pulling other closer, taking the advantage of Yunho’s height to rest his head on Yunho’s chest, matching his heart beat to the music pulsating around him.
Junsu’s body felt incredible against his own and Yunho suddenly couldn’t recall the last time he had met someone who moved with the fluidity and grace that the smaller man displayed. Yunho let Junsu sink into him, hips moving in rhythm together as his fingers kissed the inside seam of Junsu’s jeans. The sound that greeted his ears strummed along Yunho’s nerves like molten lava. A high keening sound wafted past Yunho’s ear as the smaller man began to fidget under the sensation of his seeking fingers. Yunho loosened his grip, Junsu shifting in his arms so that he could press his ass against Yunho pulling a gravely purr from the other man’s lips.
Yunho had no idea how long they were on the dance floor, caught in their own little world, until the waitress came to tell them it was last call. All he had wanted was to lose himself in the night and Junsu had allowed him to do just that. No questions asked, no explanations demanded just the comforting press of a body next to his.
“You never told me when your curfew was,” Yunho whispered along pliable cartilage, sucking a pierced lobe into his mouth.
“In about ten minutes, plenty of time.”
They both laughed as Junsu reached behind him cupping his hands over Yunho’s ass. He rolled his head back on Yunho’s shoulder and the older man took the opportunity given to him, licked down the exposed column over the roll of Junsu’s Adam’s apple until he reached the hollow of the smaller man’s throat.
“We better get you home then, wouldn’t want to make the boss mad.”
“His bark is worse than his bite,” Junsu snickered as they separated, Yunho’s hand sliding into his own to escort them to the exit.
“It’s not his bite I’m interested in.”
.....
The air was freezing the instant his feet hit the outside pavement and Jaejoong quickly wondered why the hell he was even bothering. Why should he give a shit? Chasing after this kid was leaving him cranky and sexually frustrated, he’d seduced married men (swearing they were straight) in less time. But he hadn’t wanted them nearly as much as he wanted the tall Triad leader just outside his grasp.
Grabbing the collar of his fur-lined jacket the Yakuza leader tried to bury himself in the garment as he stepped off the curb and set off down the sidewalk. Dusky condensation floated towards the sky the second he exhaled, briefly snuffing out any visible twinkling in the sky.
The night seemed darker now that he had spent almost a full week in Tai Po. The city appeared a million times smaller than his beloved Kyoto, almost smothering, even when the bustling metropolis of the downtown core still allowed the night sky to push its way into view; stars twinkling in-between high-rise buildings and housing complexes.
It had only been about fifteen minutes since the Triad leader stormed out of his high-end penthouse, and for the past fourteen minutes something refused to sit right in the pit of Jaejoong’s stomach. Things had been to quiet since his arrival in Hong Kong and if experience had taught him anything, it was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan.
Cutting down a back alley that Jaejoong new would take him on a more direct route to Changmin’s loft he didn’t flinch at the numerous catcalls he received. He brushed them off saying he was already bought for the evening as he continued to walk past the drug dealer lurking in the shadow and the whore standing on the corner.
He nodded his head briefly, quick respect to those who paid for the life they led.
A round of gunfire brought Jaejoong’s attention back to the task at hand and he quickly slipped his fingers inside his pocket taking the safety off of his gun. Keeping his senses alert Jaejoong began to move quickly in the direction of the sound. He made sure to stay out of the street lights when he slipped around corner after corner until another round, this time in retaliation, begged him to quicken his pace, a tiny knot of fear lodging itself in his gut.
Did the kid even know how to use a gun?
The question popping up in his head made Jaejoong laugh silently and as he rounded the third corner he got his answer. Changmin stood encased in the murky glow of a street light, gun raised defensively in his hands. Jaejoong sucked in a breath at the ferocity shimmering in the young man’s eyes, his light coat billowing around his thighs and the glint of silver at his hip.
Three large, burly men circled the younger man, closing in on him as they yelled at each other in Cantonese. A fourth laid victim on the cold ground. Jaejoong barely understood half of the heated conversation but it was enough to know that the Triad leader had a venomous tongue; that even though he had already brought down one, he was determined to bring down the rest.
A sharp cry brought Jaejoong’s full attention forward as the three men slammed Changmin against the hard steel of the lamp post, a fist to his gut pushing the air out of his lungs. A second punch caught him in the face and Jaejoong winced as he skirted within shooting range of the group. Panic set into his gut when Changmin’s fingers lost their grip on the gun and it clattered to the pavement.
The leader of the group continued to taunt the Triad boss and Jaejoong knew he had some time, had done it enough himself to know that they weren’t planning to kill him yet. He took the few seconds offered to pull out his silencer and roll it on the barrel of his gun, silently wished Heechul was with him so he could know what the hell was going on. From the sounds of it these people knew who Changmin was, and that was even more unsettling than the fumbled weapon.
Keeping within the darkness Jaejoong steadied himself, and with a long exhale took aim at the man holding Changmin against the lamp post. His first shot hit its mark easily and the largest of the three men sank to the ground sending the other two wheeling in searching of the assassin. He held his finger to his lips when Changmin’s eyes bore into his, signalling to the other man to keep his identity a secret for as long as possible. With deftness only found in movies the Yakuza leader slid the firearm back into his pocket, bent down sliding the dagger from his boot.
It was time to make things personal.
With the rush of adrenaline pushing through his veins Changmin let his breath settle in his chest focusing on how much he wanted blood. Wiping the blood from the side of his mouth the Triad leayou der set his sights on the man closest to him, his first punch breaking bone on the other man’s sour face. The reactionary blow caught low on the young leader’s blocking forearm, a high side kick sending the thick man sprawling along the cold concrete.
“I want him to suffer,” Changmin directed towards Jaejoong, the Yakuza drawing his dagger with a slight flourish. “No one makes me bleed and gets away with it.”
A sharp cry pierced the night air and Jaejoong inhaled as he struck his dagger on the ground within inches of the man’s ugly face. Kneeling down he watched as Changmin let his opponent close in on him before merely flicking his wrist. The reaction was shocking, the rival member almost cowering in pain, blood appearing in rivulets down his hand from a wound Jaejoong couldn’t see.
The dance that the young Triad leader was creating was mesmerizing and Jaejoong found that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. Every time the large man approached within Changmin’s personal space, he would jump back as if burnt, blood finding its way out from another phantom wound.
“Not so fast,” Jaejoong purred into the opponent’s ear as the man tried to struggle to his feet.
The Yakuza leader held the dagger close, blade dancing up the man’s throat. “Don’t you want to know how it ends?” He had no idea if he pronounced the words right, but the man seemed terrified non-the-less and that made Jaejoong smile.
Holding the man fast Jaejoong’s eyes locked with Changmin’s as the young man smeared blood; not his own, across his cheek.
“Max, you good?”
“Yeah, I didn’t need your help,” Changmin scowled, fussing with something at his hip that Jaejoong couldn’t see. “And your Cantonese is horrible.”
“You can teach me in bed,” Jaejoong laughed at the rise of colour in the Triad leader’s cheeks as he struggled with the man in his arms, just having enough room to point in-front of him. “But if you don’t mind…”
The Yakuza watched the two men battle, a push of his dagger into his captive’s neck whenever he put up too much of a fight. Blows were exchanged, a lucky punch to the younger man’s stomach as Changmin searched for something he seemed to have fumbled in his coat. When he straightened he lashed out; infuriated, issuing the final blow in the form of a deep cut along the opponent’s cheek. The man turning, crumpling to the ground in a pool of blood that Jaejoong didn’t realize he was losing.
“I’m not even going to begin to ask what that was or where you learned it,” Jaejoong stared stupidly as Changmin prowled towards him, five tiny, silver daggers fanning out from in-between his fingers.
“Myriad of Swords, why are you here?”
-Because I wanna fuck the brains out of your pretty little head.-
“Because I am, and you’re welcome,” Jaejoong scoffed, pressing his dagger more heavily into the man struggling in his arms.
“I told you I didn’t need your help.”
He listened as Changmin spat out angry Cantonese at the other man trying to find out any information he could. The discussion seemed to be about as brief as the one Jaejoong had had in his office and when the Triad leader drew the re-collected gun into the air he knew they were done.
“Apparently there’s a bounty on my head. I’ve always wanted to be famous,” Changmin smirked, drawing his finger along his neck.
Pulling his knife across the man’s throat Jaejoong pushed him away. He staged for a step or two clutching at his severed windpipe before the last shot of gunfire hit the cold night air.
“I like your style kid. Let’s get out of here before the cops show up. You can tell me what else you learned over your pillow,” Jaejoong smirked, touching his tongue to the dagger before spitting the taste back out. “Ew, sour.”
“Why the hell do you do that? It’s disgusting, and you didn’t answer my question,” Changmin glared, chest rising and falling quickly from the exertion of the fight.
“Didn’t want my kiss to go to waste,” Jaejoong purred, ghosting his finger over Changmin’s split lip blood painting his thumb.
He licked the pad of the digit sensually and the Triad leader seemed entranced by the action.
“Much sweeter…” Jaejoong stepped closer, but before he could lean in for his second attempt of the night there was a shout from the alley behind them.
“Max! Hey, both of you get in. The cops are almost here,” Donghae stood in the alley, waving at them to hurry up.
He threw a door open as they both sprinted to the black Lexus and the second they slipped inside Jaejoong toppled over into Changmin’s height, Donghae flooring it as they pulled away into the darkness, sirens blaring in the distance.
.......
“I live really close to the office, so you might as well crash here,” Junsu commented, throwing his keys into the tray on the kitchen counter.
Yunho stepped into the eighth-floor apartment just as the door slid closed behind him and was quickly surprised by how ordinary it all was.
“Thanks.”
The open concept and sparse furniture allowed the kitchen to flow into the dining room-living room space easily and he didn’t need his cop training to tell that the beige on the walls marked a distinct lack in personal touch. There was nothing in the decoration that hinted at the man’s Triad status leaving Yunho to wonder how often Junsu really stayed here. It was like a time capsule of the man’s former life on the right side of the law, an attempt at conforming to some aspect of societal norm.
The parallels were making his chest tight, like a mirror was suddenly shoved in his face.
Shucking his jacket off Yunho took Junsu’s lead and slung the garment over the back of a kitchen chair, slipping his shoes and socks from his feet to be tucked away on the small shoe rack at the door.
“So do you want a drink or something? I think I have some pizza in the fridge,” Junsu offered, pulling a mouthful of water from a random bottle on the countertop before returning it.
“I’m fine, thanks.”
He could still feel the buzz from the club, adrenaline still not exorcised from his veins and he wondered if Junsu was still serious in his teasing or if was all for show.
“Ok, well I’d give you a tour, but this is pretty much it. The bathroom is at the end of the hall past the bedroom. Um, the couch is pretty comfortable so I’ll grab you a blanket.”
“Not really what I had in mind,” Yunho let his voice drop, now or never, reaching out to curl his fingers into Junsu’s jeans pulling them together.
“Thank god, I was sick of being polite.”
Junsu’s lips were even softer than Yunho had imagined, his top lip giving lengthy invitation to be sucked on and Yunho complied. Fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans as Yunho occupied himself with Junsu’s mouth.
Every dip and roll of Junsu’s tongue drew Yunho’s attention, his head tilting to the side when he couldn’t quite reach where he wanted. Junsu rolled erotic sounds in the back of his throat as his fingers played at Yunho’s stomach, both of them pulling apart just short of asphyxiation.
“I wanna suck you off.”
“Yeah,” Junsu sighed into his mouth, holding Yunho’s jaw in his hands so that he could taste the older man’s lips again. Pulling the shirt from his body Junsu began to walk down the hall, a quick look over his shoulder to make sure that Yunho was following.
Yunho followed, noting how through the rest of the apartment he still couldn’t see any personal touches. No pictures of family on the wall, none of the achievements from the police force that he had read about in the extensive file. There was nothing to denote the man’s personality or that he really even existed.
Stepping into Junsu’s bedroom was like meeting some sort of alter-ego and Yunho almost froze up. He lingered at the threshold unsure if he should step into the light. The room was a vivid red, like blood or passion while all the fabrics were a stately black. It was a contrast that was both harsh and appealing to Yunho’s senses enticing him to enter as he shed his own shirt onto the plush carpet. Taking a quick glance around the room he could make out an assortment of various metals and wires on the desk, a clutter of lighters mingling on the side table and if his vision wasn’t playing tricks on him a wall full of framed newspaper articles giving testimony to various bombings and arsons dating back for at least seven years.
Yunho swallowed, he recognized at least three of the cases. He had personally had a hand in trying to solve them, only to have every lead turn up at a dead end.
“You haven’t changed your mind right?” Junsu questioned from the bed, his expression hopeful.
The smaller man had stripped down to his boxers. Creamy skin stretched out on the dark fabric that made Yunho’s mouth water.
“Are you kidding me?” Yunho pushed it all out of his mind, trying to focus solely on how much he wanted the smaller man pressed against him.
“Good. Strip then, I’m really horny.”
The slightly cute look Junsu gave him made Yunho break out laughing as he obeyed the command. He pushed the remainder of the fabrics still clinging to his body onto the floor as he padded along the carpet, climbed onto to bed all fours over Junsu’s legs.
The first real taste of Junsu’s skin was like electricity through his veins. The powerful muscle of the man’s thigh quivered while the bump of cotton along Yunho’s nose reminding him that the younger man was still not nearly naked enough.
Junsu squeaked in surprise when Yunho pulled him down the bed, the sound cresting into a needy whine as Yunho mouthed along the fabric-clad erection. The sounds were even more intoxicated when they were mixed with Junsu’s fingers in his hair.
“Yunho, take them off. Naked, the goal was naked.”
“Yeah,” Yunho hummed, totally engrossed in the man squirming underneath him.
He let his mouth wander wanting to taste more of Junsu. Yunho wanted to own every taste Junsu had to offer him and the flavors danced on his tongue. He dappled saliva around the smaller man’s navel, fingers twisted in the elastic of Junsu’s underwear tugging slightly as the man panted under him.
“Lift that gorgeous ass of yours.”
The second Junsu’s cock was free Yunho had his mouth on it, cheeks hollowing and his hands fumbling to rid Junsu’s hips of the clothing until finally they were on the floor.
The feeling of Junsu arching underneath him made Yunho’s mind swim as he dragged his tongue along the underside of the smaller man’s cock. He took his time swirling around the head lapping slowly at the tip as Junsu moaned out his name. Pinning the smaller man’s hips to the black fabric Yunho ground down into the bed, every sound falling from Junsu’s mouth making him unimaginable hard. For all the men he had slept with, all the affairs in cheep hotel rooms Junsu was the first to make him this hard, this needy, and it made him dizzy.
“Oh god, shit. Yunho,” Junsu struggled for air. “I’m going to come.”
“Already?” Yunho smirked, resting his swollen lips on the man’s soft inner-thigh.
“I told you I was horny.”
The complaint was rendered mute when Yunho bushed his finger through the slit to collect the pearly drops of pre-come. He settled his mouth back on Junsu’s length, lazily sucking as he guided Junsu to settle his feet against the mattress. Still grinding his own erection into the sheets Yunho let his dry hand fall to touch more of Junsu’s skin. He hummed as the other threw an arm over his eyes, chest heaving, the stray hand having left the dark main of his hair to twist itself in the black fabric.
“Yunho….”
Feeling the man begin to tense Yunho slid the already slick digit just inside Junsu’s trembling body and the man fell apart with a weak cry. He swallowed, coaxing Junsu through the orgasm, soothing the aftershocks until he was being pulled up to the man’s lips.
“No fair, you cheated,” Junsu grumbled into his lips. “I want a kiss in compensation,” the kiss was deep and full of thank you’s.
Yunho smirked settling his body beside the smaller man’s so that Junsu could trace the pads of his fingers down his side towards his own cock.
“I’m fine. Have to change the sheets later,” Yunho smiled into the smaller man’s shoulder as he brushed Junsu’s searching hands away.
“Good. Quiet, sleep,” Junsu commanded blanketing himself over Yunho and the older man reached for what he hopped was a dry blanket, all of the nights earlier arguments exorcised from his mind.