The Mummy’s Curse and other Monster Tales Chapter 9; Reunion
Title: The Mummy’s Curse and other Monster Tales Chapter 9; Reunion
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: classic Hollywood Monsters
Pairings: various
Other characters: members of Ukiss, Super Junior, Block B,VIXX, Big Bang, K Drama celebrities
Rating: This chapter NC-17
Length: chaptered; chapter 9
A/N: Yoosu, finally! Also, I don’t claim to be an Egyptologist; I’m just a fan fic writer. I sometimes take literary license.
The creature ran to his prince as Yoochun’s knees buckled and he pitched forward.
“Junsu,” Yoochun breathed, as his beloved water sprite stripped him of his simple garment; he lifted him into the soothing waters and changed from his human shape; skin turned to scales brightly colored and shimmering in the moonlight.
They swam together in the pool; Junsu cradling his lover in his arms as they reached the passage which lead to Junsu’s secret lagoon.
“Hold your breath,” he told the prince, and Yoochun obeyed as Junsu plunged into the black waters.
He swam at breakneck speed surfacing with a breach worthy of an ocean going whale. Yoochun inhaled deeply as the creature placed his lover gently on the sandy beach.
“I’ve missed you,” the creature spoke as the scales disappeared; Yoochun reaching out to him mid-transformation.
“No,” he whispered; “stay in your true form. Let me touch you; take me back to the water where you belong.”
The scales and fins effortless returned; pink, blue and green shining like jewels as the light of the moon streaked down upon him. Yoochun caressed the scaly skin and Junsu shivered. To others he was always the Creature; but to Yoochun he was beautiful beyond words.
“I love you,” the prince whispered as he touched Junsu’s face; the sprite turning his head slightly so Yoochun’s slender fingers brushed upon his lips.
Once more they frolicked in the warm water; legs and arms entwined; they chased after each other; Junsu always winning, but the prince didn’t mind. Yoochun swam to the shore and lay upon the beach; Junsu joining him. The prince watched with a lustful eye as his lover became human once more.
“How did you find me?” Yoochun asked as he caressed his lovers skin.
Junsu smiled as he returned Yoochun’s loving touches.
“I heard a voice in my head. It was Him; the Eternal One. He told me you would rise. He told me to find you and bring you to him.”
Yoochun’s gorge rose. Only a God could have such power. Was is Set; or perhaps, one of his disciples?
“Set spoke to you?”
Junsu shook his head
“It wasn’t Set, but whoever it was must be powerful. He knew about your impending resurrection. He woke me from my hibernation and summoned me to this place. He said his name was Dracula; he’s travelled the ages taking many forms, but I don’t think he’s a God.”
Yoochun pondered Junsu’s words. This Dracula must indeed possess great power to wake Junsu from his sleep; almost as powerful as The Book of the Dead.
“Don’t fret, my Prince. What does it matter who or what force has awoken us? We are together, and that’s all that matters.”
He leaned in and stole a kiss from his beloved; Yoochun welcoming it eagerly. He moaned as Junsu’s lips engulfed his own; body shivering as the kiss deepened. They embraced; tossing and turning on the sandy shore; bodies molding to each other in a perfect fit; arms, legs entwined; hands exploring; Junsu’s fingers grasping Yoochun’s hair which had grown since his awakening.
“I like you with hair,” he whispered to his lover; Yoochun’s deep chuckle sending a shiver down his spine.
The prince nibbled on the creature’s earlobe and whispered.
“I will grow it long for you so you can run your fingers through it.”
Junsu narrowed his eyes and licked his lips.
“Shall we?” he entreated his lover.
Yoochun responded with his mouth; Junsu’s back arching as his prince took control; Yoochun was rough with him, but he didn’t care; licks and bites were welcome; he was sturdy and strong. He revelled in Yoochun’s aggressiveness; the human loved Junsu’s playfulness when they swam together, but when it came to sex, the prince was always in control. Yoochun’s teeth left marks upon Junsu’s skin; the creature hissing upon occasion to encourage the human’s lustful behavior. Deep, guttural sounds emanated from within Yoochun’s throat as he lapped and sucked his way across Junsu’s heated body.
Something unintelligible escaped Junsu’s lips as Yoochun devoured him effortlessly; his hips thrusting upward until the prince could feel the head of Junsu’s sex hit the back of his throat. Yoochun smiled to himself as he pleasured his lover; he knew his turn would come soon enough. Yoochun’s skillful tongue and mouth was too much for the creature to take and he came hard; the prince shuddering as he swallowed.
Breathless, Junsu quivered; skin glistening with sweat as they continued to make love upon the pristine beach. His body recovered slowly from Yoochun’s oral expertise, but his respite was short as his lover’s onslaught continued.
Yoochun groaned as he entered Junsu’s body. Welcoming and warm; he felt the sting of bittersweet tears upon his cheeks.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he wept; hands alternating between grasping his lover’s hips and playfully slapping his ample backside.
“Come for me Yoochun,” the creature entreated; Yoochun growling as his nails dug into Junsu’s ass; his thrusts intensifying; his end coming all too soon.
The prince cried out; a primal scream breaking the silence of the night. Yoochun bucked forward as his release came; agony and ecstasy exploded inside him and he collapsed; chest heaving; lungs aching; heart pounding. Junsu held him while he recovered; stroking his dampened hair as his prince sobbed tears of joy.
“Now, now,” Junsu whispered. “We’re together again, and nothing will ever tear us apart.”
As they lay entwined on the sandy beach, five companions headed for Marseille to meet the Wolf Man. Deep within the Carpathian mountains, another creature of the night travelled; his real identity kept a guarded secret by his loyal gypsies. To most he was known as the Prince of Darkness, but only a select few knew the name he was born with; a name he had not used in a very long time. But as his own private train steamed through the Romanian countryside, the creature feared by many shivered as he re-read the letter he had received a short time ago. It had been sealed with blood red wax; a seal which bore the crest of Burg Frankenstein.
“Dear Kim Heechul…”