Repercussions
[Title] Repercussions
[Pairing] JonghyunxKeyxEdward
[Rating] R for sex and language
[Genre] Crack?
[Word Count] 1,257
[Author's Note] So, this was written as a huge joke for
baka_tenshi. She asked for it/I offered it, so this is for her. I wanted to wait until Christmas, but I just couldn't, so here it is now. Enjoy, bb, because this was so odd to write XD and Merry (early) Christmas! ♥
Jonghyun awoke to the sound of his phone vibrating incessantly on his bedside table, disturbing him from whatever dream he might have been having, which he vaguely remembered being a good one. With a loud groan of annoyance, he reached out of his blankets and blindly searched for his cell phone, pushing past what he assumed was his alarm clock and iPod, lifting his head from under his pillow when he couldn’t seem to find the source of the vibrating, and looked around, confused. He wasn’t in his own room, but it was strangely familiar. He couldn’t place where from, but it was familiar.
“Whatever,” he said sleepily, continuing to look for his phone, finally finding it and opening it. It was a text message from…Mike? But he didn’t know a Mike. Unless someone had changed their name in his phone to throw him off, in which case it worked. Confused, he read the message - Hey Bella, we’re all going out. Want to come? - and continued to be confused. Bella? Was this person on crack? He quickly texted back that they had the wrong number before snapping his phone shut and setting it back on the desk, not realizing until a few moments later that it wasn’t even his phone. “What the hell?” Finally deciding that he wanted to know what was going on, he sat up and looked around properly.
“Jonghyun,” a voice said from the shadowy corner at the foot of his bed, and he quickly looked up, startled to see Kibum standing there, half cloaked in shadow, smiling down at him.
“Ah, Kibum!” he exclaimed with a growing smile, happy to see a familiar face amidst all the strangeness, and patted the bed beside him to get him to lay next to him and maybe tell him what was going on. It wasn’t until Kibum leaned forward ever so slightly, the moonlight streaming in through the window illuminating his skin, that he realized something was wrong. There was blood on Kibum’s face and neck, his shirt was half ripped off his body, and he looked incredibly pale. Fear flooded through Jonghyun at the thought of someone hurting him, and he reached one hand out for him. “Is everything alright? What happened to you?”
Kibum didn’t answer, just smiled a bit wider, sending chills down Jonghyun’s spine, and Jonghyun knew it was a strange thought, but he wondered when Kibum got so…beautiful. He’d always been attractive, yes, but there was something about his pale skin and his dark eyes and the way his lips curled up into a smile that just made breathing incredibly difficult for Jonghyun.
“K-Kibum, wh-” He cut himself off when another person stepped out of the shadows behind Kibum, and Jonghyun wanted to call out a warning, but he couldn’t seem to find his voice to say anything at all. He just stared as the new figure moved into the light beside Kibum, catching what little breath he had left when he saw how impossibly beautiful this new boy was. Ghostly pale with hauntingly dark eyes, looking very much like how Kibum did now.
“Kibum,” the new boy said, staring down at Jonghyun with those dark, dark eyes, and smirking. His voice was like velvet, soft, husky, textured, and beautiful. “Is that him?”
The younger boy nodded. “Yes, Edward, that’s him.” He extended his arm as though reaching for Jonghyun’s outstretched hand that had long since fallen to rest on his leg, and Jonghyun vaguely saw blood on his hands. “Come, Jonghyun, join us.”
Two sets of beautiful eyes smiled down at him, and he wasn’t sure how to ask them where they wanted to go, what they wanted to do, just knew that he wanted to do whatever it is they were asking him to. He lifted his hand again to take Kibum’s, and before he knew what was happening, the two of them were on the bed with him, Kibum kneeling in front of him and taking his shirt off while the other boy sat behind him, burying his nose in Jonghyun’s hair and breathing in deeply.
“You smell beautiful,” the boy, Edward, whispered in his ear, and Jonghyun wanted to respond, but Kibum’s hands were on his chest now, his hips, his thighs, and he had no idea where his clothes had gone, but he didn’t care anymore.
“Kibum,” Jonghyun said quietly, reaching up to grip his shoulders tightly. He looked into his face, at the moonlight shining off his skin, and saw his flesh sparkling, little bits of what looked like crystal reflecting the light and making him look even more beautiful. “Kibum…”
“Sh,” he said, running one finger over Jonghyun’s lip before pressing their mouths together. “Quiet now.”
He felt Edward’s hands around him, and Key’s lips trailing down his neck and shoulders, and Jonghyun closed his eyes, letting them do whatever they wanted. He didn’t know when they moved positions or how many times; he couldn’t tell whose hands were where, whose mouth was trailing kisses down his body, whose words were being whispered against his ear, whose kisses were being pressed against his neck, or whose fangs painfully pierced his skin while the other fucked him senseless on hands and knees. Soon, though, he was being laid across the mattress, dizzy and tired, and he stared up at the two boys on either side of him, looking at their glittering skin and beautifully pale faces. Kibum trailed his fingers over Jonghyun’s neck through a slick layer of blood, while Edward looked between them, a smirk on his lips.
“He’s yours now,” Edward said, leaning over Jonghyun’s prone body to kiss Kibum, and Jonghyun wondered what exactly that was supposed to mean. “Make sure to take care of him.”
Kibum nodded then looked down at Jonghyun, smiling.
Jonghyun’s eyes flew open, not even caring about the sunlight shining directly in his eyes. “What,” he said, staring up at the ceiling, this one comfortably familiar, and touching the side of his neck to make sure there were to bite marks, “the fuck.” He glanced around his room, making sure it was actually his room, making sure everything was as it was supposed to be, all the while remembering the scenes from his dream. The confusion of not knowing where he was, the overwhelming beauty of Edward and Kibum - oh God, Kibum - the pain of the fangs in his neck, and the-
He looked down under the covers at the memory of Edward and Kibum’s hands and lips on his body, and found his suspicions to be true. Edward and Kibum - Kibum! - had managed to give him a hard-on like he’d never had before. “I,” he said, climbing out of bed and praying no one was in the bathroom, “am never letting Kibum convince me to see Twilight ever again.” For God’s sake, he was straight! He couldn’t understand how Edward and Kibum - Kibum! Oh God, Kibum - had managed to turn him on so much. Doing his best to hide himself, he walked quickly down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door. “Hurry up, I gotta pee!” he yelled through the door.
A moment later, the door opened and Kibum walked out, shirtless, stretching widely, and Jonghyun swore he felt his briefs get tighter. “G’morning, hyung!” he said happily.
“Move!” He pushed past Kibum, ignoring his indignant yell of surprise, and closed the bathroom door behind him. “Never again,” he said, staring at his reflection for a brief moment before starting the shower, “will I watch Twilight.”
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[Pairing] JonghyunxKeyxEdward
[Rating] R for sex and language
[Genre] Crack?
[Word Count] 1,257
[Author's Note] So, this was written as a huge joke for
baka_tenshi. She asked for it/I offered it, so this is for her. I wanted to wait until Christmas, but I just couldn't, so here it is now. Enjoy, bb, because this was so odd to write XD and Merry (early) Christmas! ♥
Jonghyun awoke to the sound of his phone vibrating incessantly on his bedside table, disturbing him from whatever dream he might have been having, which he vaguely remembered being a good one. With a loud groan of annoyance, he reached out of his blankets and blindly searched for his cell phone, pushing past what he assumed was his alarm clock and iPod, lifting his head from under his pillow when he couldn’t seem to find the source of the vibrating, and looked around, confused. He wasn’t in his own room, but it was strangely familiar. He couldn’t place where from, but it was familiar.
“Whatever,” he said sleepily, continuing to look for his phone, finally finding it and opening it. It was a text message from…Mike? But he didn’t know a Mike. Unless someone had changed their name in his phone to throw him off, in which case it worked. Confused, he read the message - Hey Bella, we’re all going out. Want to come? - and continued to be confused. Bella? Was this person on crack? He quickly texted back that they had the wrong number before snapping his phone shut and setting it back on the desk, not realizing until a few moments later that it wasn’t even his phone. “What the hell?” Finally deciding that he wanted to know what was going on, he sat up and looked around properly.
“Jonghyun,” a voice said from the shadowy corner at the foot of his bed, and he quickly looked up, startled to see Kibum standing there, half cloaked in shadow, smiling down at him.
“Ah, Kibum!” he exclaimed with a growing smile, happy to see a familiar face amidst all the strangeness, and patted the bed beside him to get him to lay next to him and maybe tell him what was going on. It wasn’t until Kibum leaned forward ever so slightly, the moonlight streaming in through the window illuminating his skin, that he realized something was wrong. There was blood on Kibum’s face and neck, his shirt was half ripped off his body, and he looked incredibly pale. Fear flooded through Jonghyun at the thought of someone hurting him, and he reached one hand out for him. “Is everything alright? What happened to you?”
Kibum didn’t answer, just smiled a bit wider, sending chills down Jonghyun’s spine, and Jonghyun knew it was a strange thought, but he wondered when Kibum got so…beautiful. He’d always been attractive, yes, but there was something about his pale skin and his dark eyes and the way his lips curled up into a smile that just made breathing incredibly difficult for Jonghyun.
“K-Kibum, wh-” He cut himself off when another person stepped out of the shadows behind Kibum, and Jonghyun wanted to call out a warning, but he couldn’t seem to find his voice to say anything at all. He just stared as the new figure moved into the light beside Kibum, catching what little breath he had left when he saw how impossibly beautiful this new boy was. Ghostly pale with hauntingly dark eyes, looking very much like how Kibum did now.
“Kibum,” the new boy said, staring down at Jonghyun with those dark, dark eyes, and smirking. His voice was like velvet, soft, husky, textured, and beautiful. “Is that him?”
The younger boy nodded. “Yes, Edward, that’s him.” He extended his arm as though reaching for Jonghyun’s outstretched hand that had long since fallen to rest on his leg, and Jonghyun vaguely saw blood on his hands. “Come, Jonghyun, join us.”
Two sets of beautiful eyes smiled down at him, and he wasn’t sure how to ask them where they wanted to go, what they wanted to do, just knew that he wanted to do whatever it is they were asking him to. He lifted his hand again to take Kibum’s, and before he knew what was happening, the two of them were on the bed with him, Kibum kneeling in front of him and taking his shirt off while the other boy sat behind him, burying his nose in Jonghyun’s hair and breathing in deeply.
“You smell beautiful,” the boy, Edward, whispered in his ear, and Jonghyun wanted to respond, but Kibum’s hands were on his chest now, his hips, his thighs, and he had no idea where his clothes had gone, but he didn’t care anymore.
“Kibum,” Jonghyun said quietly, reaching up to grip his shoulders tightly. He looked into his face, at the moonlight shining off his skin, and saw his flesh sparkling, little bits of what looked like crystal reflecting the light and making him look even more beautiful. “Kibum…”
“Sh,” he said, running one finger over Jonghyun’s lip before pressing their mouths together. “Quiet now.”
He felt Edward’s hands around him, and Key’s lips trailing down his neck and shoulders, and Jonghyun closed his eyes, letting them do whatever they wanted. He didn’t know when they moved positions or how many times; he couldn’t tell whose hands were where, whose mouth was trailing kisses down his body, whose words were being whispered against his ear, whose kisses were being pressed against his neck, or whose fangs painfully pierced his skin while the other fucked him senseless on hands and knees. Soon, though, he was being laid across the mattress, dizzy and tired, and he stared up at the two boys on either side of him, looking at their glittering skin and beautifully pale faces. Kibum trailed his fingers over Jonghyun’s neck through a slick layer of blood, while Edward looked between them, a smirk on his lips.
“He’s yours now,” Edward said, leaning over Jonghyun’s prone body to kiss Kibum, and Jonghyun wondered what exactly that was supposed to mean. “Make sure to take care of him.”
Kibum nodded then looked down at Jonghyun, smiling.
Jonghyun’s eyes flew open, not even caring about the sunlight shining directly in his eyes. “What,” he said, staring up at the ceiling, this one comfortably familiar, and touching the side of his neck to make sure there were to bite marks, “the fuck.” He glanced around his room, making sure it was actually his room, making sure everything was as it was supposed to be, all the while remembering the scenes from his dream. The confusion of not knowing where he was, the overwhelming beauty of Edward and Kibum - oh God, Kibum - the pain of the fangs in his neck, and the-
He looked down under the covers at the memory of Edward and Kibum’s hands and lips on his body, and found his suspicions to be true. Edward and Kibum - Kibum! - had managed to give him a hard-on like he’d never had before. “I,” he said, climbing out of bed and praying no one was in the bathroom, “am never letting Kibum convince me to see Twilight ever again.” For God’s sake, he was straight! He couldn’t understand how Edward and Kibum - Kibum! Oh God, Kibum - had managed to turn him on so much. Doing his best to hide himself, he walked quickly down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door. “Hurry up, I gotta pee!” he yelled through the door.
A moment later, the door opened and Kibum walked out, shirtless, stretching widely, and Jonghyun swore he felt his briefs get tighter. “G’morning, hyung!” he said happily.
“Move!” He pushed past Kibum, ignoring his indignant yell of surprise, and closed the bathroom door behind him. “Never again,” he said, staring at his reflection for a brief moment before starting the shower, “will I watch Twilight.”
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