Angel with a Shotgun [V / V] {part ii}
Part 1
The moment Changmin reaches his front door, he unlocks it hurriedly. The door opens with a slight creak and he pushes Yunho inside roughly, locking the door behind as he enters. “Sorry,” he apologizes, voice a little breathless as he advances towards Yunho, dropping the shopping bags and touching the latter’s face. “I’m a little …”
He trails off and grabs the front of Yunho’s collar, crashing their lips together with enough force to bruise. Yunho lets go of the shopping bags he’s holding as well and grabs onto his sleeves for dear life, moaning as he kisses back with fervor. Yunho gasps into Changmin’s mouth and jerks harshly when he feels deft fingers unbuttoning his pants and slipping into his underwear. His grip on Changmin’s sleeves tighten as he tenses. “Don’t -”
All warmth leaves him when Changmin pushes him away. “No?” he questions, hurt and concern swimming in those big brown eyes.
Yunho looks away guiltily. He doesn’t really know how to respond to that.
Changmin sighs and takes a step closer, caressing his face once again. “Yunho, don’t say no. Please … not again …” he begs.
Yunho can only close his eyes as Changmin leans in and presses slightly chapped lips against his cheek.
Changmin swiftly drops to his knees, pulling Yunho’s lower garments down as well. Ignoring Yunho’s yelp of embarrassment, Changmin inspects Yunho’s already half-hard cock, red and spilling precum. “This part of you … isn’t saying no,” he says as he looks up at Yunho.
Gripping Yunho’s hips, Changmin opens his mouth and allows Yunho’s thick girth to slide in. Yunho gasps loudly from the moist warmth, already bucking his hips so that Changmin will accommodate more of him. Changmin grunts slightly and adds pressure to his hips, telling him silently to stop.
Yunho complies with a whine, leaning against the nearest wall to hold himself up. Changmin alternates between slow and fast motions, gently scraping his teeth along Yunho’s length and adding pressure on the thick vein running along the underside with his tongue.
The older of the two moans as more and more pleasure overtakes him. Changmin draws away and looks curiously at the slit. He lathers the head of Yunho’s cock with plenty of saliva, tasting the salty tang of the precum, and pokes the slit with the tip of his tongue.
Almost instantaneously, Yunho arches and cries out, his legs losing their feeling and he falls to the ground, his cock slipping from Changmin’s lips. The latter gapes as Yunho lands on his exposed bottom, the latter rubbing it to ease the pain.
“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” he swiftly apologizes, hooking a hand under Yunho’s elbow and pulling him up. “Are you okay?”
Yunho doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, he smiles slightly at Changmin and pushes him to the ground. Changmin, not expecting such an action, topples over with ease. Yunho crawls over Changmin and presses a small kiss on the tip of his nose.
“Stop apologizing,” he murmurs, brushing away Changmin’s hair that’s covering his pretty eyes. “All this time I never thought you loved me. I should be the one saying sorry. I was an idiot.”
“Don’t say that,” Changmin immediately says, taking Yunho’s face in his hands and looking into his eyes. “Never degrade yourself. You were a wonderful person, hyung, and you still are. I’m glad I found you and let you re-enter into my life.”
Tears of guilt stings Yunho’s eyes the same time his heart squeezes painfully. His real intent of meeting up casually with Changmin keeps echoing in his mind. Kill him … kill him … kill him …
And all Yunho can do is desperately weep and think back, I can’t.
“Yunho?” That sweet, sweet voice pulls him back from his thoughts, and he sees Changmin looking at him in concern. “Yunho, are you okay?”
Yunho nods silently.
Changmin remains skeptical. “Are you sure? We can stop if you want. Do you want to continue?”
Yunho nods again, confirming it with a kiss. “I just … I was just thinking on how to return the favor.”
“You don’t have to,” Changmin says, not moving from his position on the floor, though he sits up. “Just seeing you again is good enough for me.”
Yunho pushes away the tiny stab of guilt threatening to tear into his heart again. “I want to,” he says softly, caressing Changmin’s face. “Just … just let me do this, okay?”
Changmin takes a deep breath and nods, slightly amused by the determination in Yunho’s eyes. He rests his body weight against his hands, lifting his hips up a little to indicate that Yunho should undo his pants.
Heat begins to rise in Yunho’s cheeks, but he manages to push it down, unzipping Changmin’s pants with trembling fingers. He breathes in deeply to calm his nerves when he sees a bulge and a wet patch on the crotch of Changmin’s boxers.
“Sorry, you were too hot,” Changmin chuckles, sounding a little breathless.
Yunho’s stomach does a funny motion, secretly thrilled that he was already able to make Changmin wet without even doing anything. He takes another deep breath and slips his hand inside Changmin’s boxers, the latter’s cock twitching when he brushes his fingers against it.
Yunho pulls out Changmin’s cock, hot and heavy in his hand and he can’t help but stare as a blush colors his cheeks. Puberty had made Changmin grow in more ways than one, and Yunho feels slightly ashamed of his own, slightly smaller one.
Changmin groans when cool air licks his erection, bucking his hips. Yunho snaps out of his small self-deprecation and tentatively holds Changmin’s cock again, tugging it languidly. He’s not sure if he’s doing it right - hell, he’s not sure if he’s doing anything right - but moans spill from Changmin’s plump lips and Yunho takes it as a good sign.
Growing bolder, Yunho pumps in a somewhat-fast pace, smearing Changmin’s cock with its own precum and finding his hand moving faster from the smooth substance. He watches Changmin, the younger man whining and bucking erratically into his hand. Changmin’s eyes flutter and Yunho goes down on him.
Hesitantly, he licks the precum, surprised at the sweet taste. He had jerked off (clumsily) once before, and his cum tasted so bitter on his hand that he didn’t jerk off to the memories of the sound of Changmin’s laughter anymore, much less think about it.
I want more … he finds himself thinking, before his whole face turns red. Never before had such a thought cross his mind, but then again, he always experiences something new with Changmin.
He removes his hand, ignoring Changmin’s growl of displeasure, and takes another lick. The taste is still there, though it’s a little sweeter, and Yunho can’t find anything to complain about. He lets his jaw drop open and slides Changmin’s cock in until he has a little less than half in his mouth. He almost moans at Changmin throbbing in his mouth and sucks.
“Ahhh, Yunho …” Changmin groans, leaning his head back. Despite him sleeping around twice, he won’t hesitate to say that Yunho’s the best one, despite him being clearly inexperienced. Okay, so he may be biased about that one because Yunho sucks as hell, but - oh God, his hands are so good - he’s getting better. With every passing second, apparently.
Yunho is trying to remember what Jaejoong taught him and blushes when Jaejoong’s very very very detailed explanation on how to blow a guy sinks into his mind. Unfortunately, as men lack the ability to multitask, Yunho doesn’t really remember the explanation, not when he has Changmin’s cock in his mouth. Instead, he decides to go on pure instinct. He hears a groan from Changmin and it encourages him.
His hand tightens around the base of Changmin’s cock and strokes it up and down as he opens his throat muscles and swallows more and more of him.
“Baby~” Changmin groans, closing his eyes. “Just like that. You’re so good~”
Yunho doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t want to let Changmin know that Jaejoong and him are still close. Instead he moans, squeezing his cock a bit then bobbing his head. Changmin almost screams and his hands fly to his head, clenching tightly on his hair and pushing him further down onto his cock.
Yunho pulls away with a gasp, the pain in his head making it uncomfortable for him to continue. He glares at Changmin and envelops only the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and occasionally dipping it into the slit, copying Changmin’s actions from when the young professor was giving him pleasure. Changmin grunts and Yunho pulls away again, lifting his cock up and running his tongue along the sensitive vein underneath.
“You’re so good, Yunho,” Changmin practically whispers. “So fucking good.”
“My friend taught me the words behind it,” Yunho says, though his attention is still fixated on Changmin’s cock. He spits on it and pumps it a few more times, lathering it more with his saliva. “I just had to put them into action.”
“You’re a doing a good job then, baby,” Changmin smirks, pulling Yunho up and kissing him deeply. “You want to continue?”
Yunho’s eyes flutter and he kisses Changmin. “I don’t want to stop now.”
“Lie down then,” Changmin murmurs into his ear. “I don’t have lube, but I hope your saliva is enough.”
“I really wish it is,” Yunho looks a bit uncertain, if not scared.
“I won’t hurt you,” Changmin assures him, towering over him on all fours then leaning back on his knees. He strips himself of all clothing and Yunho is left gurgling at the sight of a naked Changmin. Changmin laughs and grabs two handfuls of Yunho’s shirt, ripping it open.
“Changmin!” Yunho gapes as his shirt lays in tears either side of him.
“Just wear one of the new ones I bought you,” is Changmin’s reply as he bends Yunho and hooks his legs on either side of his shoulders. “I’m sorry I can’t prep you,” Changmin kisses Yunho’s brow. “I can’t wait any longer.” With that said, he pushes into Yunho.
“Changdola,” Yunho moans as Changmin presses into him slowly. It burns, but not as much as he had expected it to. Maybe it’s because of the saliva like what Jaejoong had suggested to use as lubricant in case they don’t have any. Jaejoong’s a wonderful teacher. Just the thought of Jaejoong makes more tears spill from his eyes.
Changmin picks up a fast pace almost immediately. The heat and sight of Yunho moaning with tears running down his cheeks are too overwhelming that Changmin can’t wait any longer. Yunho begs for him to slow down a bit because he still needs to adjust to the painful intrusion and Changmin does just that because he promised not to hurt him.
“F-faster, Minnie,” Yunho sobs, holding his hands to his mouth.
Changmin increases speed, though not as fast as before. “I love you,” he says as he thrusts faster and harder into Yunho. Yunho feels his entrance stretching and allowing more and more of Changmin in, screaming when his cock stabs that one spot Jaejoong had said is the prostate.
“Min!” Yunho screams, throwing his arms around Changmin’s neck and hanging on for life as Changmin takes the hint and continue to abuse that one spot. “Harder! Show me that you love me!”
Changmin doesn’t answer. He only grunts as sweat drips from his body. “I’m close, Yunnie.”
“Me too,” Yunho admits, highly embarrassed that he’s already close to release in such a short time. It makes him feel a bit better that Changmin also is close.
Changmin leans down and sucks on Yunho’s earlobe. “Then cum,” he whispers in a dark tone. “Cum for me, lover. Don’t hold back.”
The affectionate nickname and Changmin’s command combined makes Yunho cum, body jerking heavily as he sprays his load all over them. The ring of muscles tightens around Changmin and he explodes inside of Yunho. He collapses on top of the older mad as he tries to catch his breath, kissing Yunho affectionately on the jawline. “That was intense,” he says breathlessly. “Okay no, it wasn’t, but it will be in the future.”
Changmin thinks he had said the wrong thing when he feels Yunho’s body jerk, the unmistakable sounds of suppressed crying filling the room. “Yunnie?” he asks in a small voice. “Yunho, what’s wrong?” He pulls out of the other man and turns him around, hugging him tightly when he sees, once again, tears running down Yunho’s face. “Talk to me,” he kisses the top of his hair, rocking him slightly.
“I’m a bad person,” Yunho sobs into Changmin’s chest. “I will bring you down. I will hurt you. I am literally using you and you’re not hating me.”
Changmin frowns and kisses Yunho’s hair again. “Using me? If you are, I don’t see it. If you count loving me as using me, then yes, you’re exploiting me to the fullest.”
Yunho shakes his head. “You don’t understand, Min.”
Changmin pushes Yunho away gently so that their eyes can meet. “Then help me to understand,” he says, squashing the wow that is so cliché thought that just ran in his head. “I want to help you. But you’re not letting me help you.”
New tears form in Yunho’s eyes and he closes his eyes and shakes his head, giving Changmin the illusion of watery trails from his eyelashes commonly found in dramatic anime when the girls cry. “I can’t tell you …”
Changmin deflates from depression that he can’t help his lover in any way but nods anyway. “Then tell me in the morning, all right? I’ll be more than willing to accept you and your problems.” He kisses Yunho tenderly and lies down, pulling Yunho down with him, before throwing the covers over them. “Goodnight, Yunho. Love you.”
Yunho sniffs one last time and closes his eyes. His heart that was once bursting in joy is now in shattered remains. He makes sure Changmin is asleep before whispering I love you too, because he’s still scared though he knows that his words have never been truer.
*
Yunho opens his eyes slowly and smiles when he sees Changmin’s face, peaceful and exuding nothing but warmth and love, even when asleep. He leans in and kisses both closed eyelids, forgetting his mission momentarily and muttering promises of loving him forever.
He hears soft laughter and pulls away to see Changmin smiling back at him, opening his eyes. “Hey.”
Yunho wants nothing more than to take Changmin’s hand and run away. After last night, he had already made up his choice of abandoning his stupid mission and mafia. He will tell the truth about what his main purpose was and then beg Changmin to forgive him and then run towards the sunset. He’s planning on telling him a little after nine, when they’re both more awake and able to think properly.
“Good morning,” Yunho says softly, running his fingers through Changmin’s hair. “How was your sleep?”
“It was way better than now that I have someone next to me,” Changmin admits with a hint of a smirk. His smirk slides off, instantly noticing something amiss. “Where’s Yoochun?” he sits up. Usually that kind of comment would get the angel riled up, as he prides himself on providing Changmin comfort.
“Doesn’t he sleep in your head?” Yunho questions, confused.
“Yeah, but …” Changmin grips the blanket and twists it nervously with both hands. “He’s always awake before me.”
Yunho takes one of Changmin’s hands and squeezes. “Don’t worry, Min, I’m sure he’s sleeping in late.”
It takes a moment for Changmin to finally relax, that lewd smirk back on his face. “Yeah. I think you kept him up with your screams last night, babe.”
Yunho goes red and pulls Changmin down for a snuggle, burying his head into Changmin’s chest.
“What are you doing?” Changmin sounds nothing but amused. “I have to go make breakfast.”
“No, stay here,” Yunho whines. “You’re so nice to cuddle.”
“Yunho,” Changmin laughs and pushes Yunho away. He finds his boxers and pulls them on. “I need to make breakfast. Now either get away from me or move your flat ass and help me.”
“Hey, my ass isn’t flat!” Yunho gapes, instantly surrounding himself with the covers to protect his unsightly behind.
“Sure, it isn’t,” Changmin leans down and plants a small kiss onto Yunho’s pouting lips. “What do you want to -”
The bedroom door bursts open just then, and both men freeze when they see Yoochun, panting and looking part anxious, part worried and a whole lot of scared. “Changmin-sshi! We have to leave now!”
Yunho feels panic rise in his chest and his hear begins to beat faster. Oh God. Oh no. Yoochun-sshi found me out.
“W-why, what’s wrong?” Changmin for the most part is confused, but he shrugs off Yoochun trying to pull him away from Yunho. “Yoochun, what’s gotten into you?”
Yoochun wants to cry. He’s been a pathetic angel all his life because he’s forgetful as hell, and now that he sees someone dying, he wants to curse because he’s too late. Again. He throws Yunho a look and confirms even more that Yunho’s supposed to kill Changmin. He takes a deep breath and presses his fingers into Changmin’s arm harder in an attempt to urge him. “Someone’s going to kill you.”
Changmin’s eyes go wide. “Someone’s going to kill me?! Who?!”
“I - I don’t know,” Yoochun lies. He may be Changmin’s guardian angel, but he is not going to reveal it’s Yunho. Yunho should tell Changmin that himself and besides, if Changmin does survive, who’s to say that he won’t get mad at Yunho for his previous attempt of murder? “We just have to get out of here before -”
A gunshot sounds off in the house, causing Yoochun to stumble in shock and Yunho to scream. Changmin shields himself from the sudden onslaught of glass shards raining onto them, opening his eyes when he doesn’t feel anything anymore. “Yunho!” he says, quickly rushing to the other man cowering on the bed. “Yunho, get dressed. We have to get out of here.”
Yunho only manages to pull his boxers on when they hear the front door slamming onto the ground, as if someone had kicked him down. Yunho begins to panic. He doesn’t want to die, but more importantly, he doesn’t want Changmin to die. Footsteps are nearing the bedroom door and Yunho surmises it’s either his clients or a fellow mafia member and quickly grabs Changmin’s face, forcing him to look at him.
“I never said this out loud before and I know you know how I feel for you, but I just want you to hear it from me,” Yunho says without breathing. “Changminnie-yah, I love y-”
The bedroom door opens and Yunho takes a step away from Changmin, in case Changmin may get killed faster for being shown affection from the mafia member, for knowing that he’s still loved. Yunho’s jaw drops when he recognizes the person standing in front of them.
Soft hair, big almond eyes, a few bruises on his face, but all in all still a very beautiful person. Yunho’s heart cries out for the state of pain he must be in.
“J-Jaejoong hyung!” Changmin cries out in shock. “Jaejoong hyung, it really is you!” He takes a step forward to hug his friend when the door opens wider, Changmin freezing when he sees the barrel of a gun pointed at Jaejoong’s head.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho gasps.
“Your time is up, Yunho,” a female voice says. She sighs and pushes the door open all the way with her foot so that Yunho and Changmin can get a good look of her. “Okay, not really, but we needed him dead. How else would the transactions run?”
Changmin’s eyes widen at the sight of the person. It’s none other than Jung Jessica, Yunho’s cousin and a cute girl from school who was nothing but nice to him and the other three boys. Granted, they hadn’t seen each other for years, but he’s sure as hell that he didn’t do anything to anger the woman to the extent of threatening to kill one of his friends. “Suyeon …” he says slowly, a hint of a satisfied smile on his lips when he sees her jerk slightly at the mention of her real name. “What is the meaning of this?”
“You don’t know?” Jessica sneers, pressing the gun harder against Jaejoong’s head. “You’re not very smart, are you? Remember Kyuhyun?”
“Of course I do,” Changmin says with furrowed eyebrows. “He’s my cousin, why wouldn’t I remember hi-”
“Well, in case you didn’t know, which obviously you didn’t,” Jessica laughs, “Kyuhyun had signed a contract with my family to import drugs to Japan. And since you’re linked to him, you need to die.”
“Whoa whoa whoa!” Changmin raises both hands to chest level. “Hold on! I have to die? Why?!”
“Welcome to the world of the mafia, my dear Changmin,” Jessica smiles. “See, when a relative joins the mafia, their relations younger than thirty must be killed, lest they find out about it and interfere. People above thirty are much easier to bribe, because the will of people our age are strong enough to get us reported and our companies will be destroyed in a matter of minutes. Yunho’s mission was to annihilate you so that everything will go smoothly.” She sees the lock of blatant shock on Changmin’s face turns to Yunho. “He doesn’t know, does he?”
Yunho trembles and his eyes water. He looks at Changmin. “I’m sorry, Ch-Changmin … I’m so sorry …”
Jessica tsks. “I don’t have time for this! Now kill him or I kill Jaejoong! Make your choice!”
Jaejoong, who hasn’t been speaking, looks alarmed at the mention of his name. “Don’t do it, Yunho! It’s my fault! I chose this to be your mission without knowing who you have to kill! Don’t kill him!”
“Yes, well,” Jessica says in a bored voice, “Kyuhyun still signed into our company, so Changmin would’ve been killed even if you assigned the mission to someone else.”
“You love Changmin, Yunho,” Jaejoong desperately says. “And he loves you back. I haven’t seen you in days, but I can tell you that I’ve never seen you happier. You don’t need me - I’ve been making your life miserable by forcing you to stay with me and Junsu in the mafia.”
“Junsu hyung’s also in the mafia?” Changmin says in a hollow voice. It’s as if all life has left him.
“Changmin, please …” Jaejoong begins to cry, and Changmin gets a shock because Jaejoong never cries. “Just let Jessica-sshi shoot me. You need Yunho and Yunho needs you …”
Changmin looks at Jessica. “Who would you prefer to have died?”
Jessica shrugs. “It doesn’t really matter to me. Either you die or I kill Jaejoong for being a stupid leader and not learning when to read fine print.”
Changmin wants to push Jessica away and hug Jaejoong and say comforting things to him. Instead he bites his lower lip and takes a few strides to her. She looks slightly surprised at this and her eyes narrow in suspicion.
“May I?” Changmin asks simply, holding out his hand.
Jessica reluctantly hands him the gun, though the smile on her lips shows that she’s getting excited at what’s going to happen next. Changmin goes over to Yunho, who backs away from the gun. Rolling his eyes, Changmin yanks Yunho forward and holds his hand, touching their lips together. “Remember when I said I loved you?” he murmurs against his lips.
Yunho nods through his tears. “How can I forget?”
The softest and most beautiful of smiles blossoms onto Changmin’s face. “Good.” He makes Yunho hold the gun, though he doesn’t let go of it. “Never forget,” he whispers, pressing their lips together for the most passionate kiss.
In a flash, he maneuvers Yunho’s hand holding the gun to his temple and presses his finger, resulting in Yunho to press his finger against the trigger. A bang goes off and the room goes quiet. Yunho tastes blood in his mouth and he stops crying in shock. There’s no pain. He’s perfectly fine, so the one who got shot was -
“CHANGMIN!”
Yunho collapses to his knees when he sees Changmin on the ground, eyes closed and lips parted. Yunho tosses the gun he’s holding to the floor, crying like there’s no tomorrow as he takes in Changmin’s pale body and the sticky red puddle growing beneath them.
Jessica smirks and lets go of Jaejoong, bending down and retrieving the gun before she’s gone in a flash.
Jaejoong is instantly by Yunho’s side, though he’s in a loss of what he should do. He had just lost one of his closest friends, but to Yunho, he had lost a lover. How does he comfort that?
“I love you!” Yunho screams, cradling Changmin’s head in his arms. “There! See? I said it! I love you, Changdola, I love you!” he continues to say, as if those three words would make his lover rise back to life. “Changmin …” he bows his head. “Don’t leave me …”
Yoochun feels utterly useless and pathetic. He could’ve warned them earlier so that they could all run away, but he was too busy trying to touch stars to remember it, and when he did, it was too late. But if I did warn them in time … Yoochun chances a glance at Jaejoong, who’s now sobbing harder than Yunho. Jaejoong-sshi would’ve died …
“I’m sorry, Yunho,” Jaejoong cries into his hands. “I’m so sorry …”
“I never said it to you before …” Tears continue to fall onto Changmin’s face. “I love you, Changmin. I want to hear it from you again …” Yunho wipes away the blood that has splattered onto Changmin’s face and kisses his cold lips. “Changmin-ah … the angels …” he looks up at Yoochun briefly. “The angels are crying for us.”
As if his words were a trance, Yoochun drops to his knees and cries as well, and rain begins to fall.
*
A/N: 1) I got bored of this fic (that happens a lot) so the smut is very short. 2) I am horrible when it comes to timelines. I just changed this: YooMin went to the club on a Saturday night, okay? Okay. Now that that’s cleared, I had exams, so that explained my small disappearance. And a month after that one, it’s my finals T_T *yay Singaporean education system*
To the people who had a feeling that Yunho will be the one to die: I told you Yunho wouldn’t die! He’s too precious to kill T_T next time tho … But not to worry, there is an epilogue provided by yours truly *too lazy to write one tho~~~*
Catch Me. Holy fuck. That video. Made me cry. I was too focused on the hair to the point where I was bemoaning at their STUPID TO HECK hair T_T But the choreography was beautiful T_____T
My new favorite song is Viva. Their “ah ah okay” parts just make me laugh and fall in love with their voices more♥