Escape to Redemption (2/?)

[piplupz]

Title: Escape to Redemption
Rating: Varies (M)
Pairing/Characters: 2Min, Jongkey mentions
Genre: Fiction, action, fantasy
Chapter Word Count: 2,992
Summary: The world was full of more than just humans and animals. Creatures walked among the earth, but no one knew. No, 'vampires' and 'werewolves' did not exist in this world, those are just stories. The world was full of so much more, so many secrets, and not a single human knew . . . right? Minho was a creature who lived his life as a human. He was surrounded by them; he never met a creature growing up, really. He was only taught of others, of things humans couldn't know about.  The only human that mattered to him was Taemin. Their trust and love for each other was good enough for Minho to like living. But if Taemin saw what Minho really was and couldn't stand him . . . Could Minho redeem himself? If Minho was taken away . . . Could Minho escape?





Chapter Two: Consented

Minho finally put down the bags in his hands, situating them side by side as Taemin put down his backpack. Almost immediately, the boy grabbed on to a bag and zipped it open to reveal parts of the tent.

“Let’s set it up, now,” he breathlessly said, smiling up at Minho.

He gave Taemin a small smile and tousled his hair before taking the bag and setting it in a flat spot, “I’ll do it.”

Taemin grunted taking Minho’s wrist and forcing him to look at him, “You don’t have to do everything, you know. I’m not a chick.”

Minho stared at Taemin’s hand with a smile, his big eyes turning babyish as he bit his lip, “I want to do it. It’s okay.”

Taemin sighed, other hand pulling through his blond hair, “Oh, just stop it. Come on, let me help. Pleeaaasseee?”

He looked up at Taemin, watching his bottom lip and cheeks jut out in a pout, shaking Minho’s wrist in anticipation.

Taemin, Minho had to admit, was an amazing human. He managed to be so cute, yet stay so manly. Taemin could have his way with him without question. Taemin always made him bow on his knees.

“Alright,” Minho shook his head, opening the bag, “Grab the rods and put them together. Can you handle that?”

Taemin’s face melted into a childish mess as he nodded enthusiastically, instantly taking out all the rods to the tent, “I got it, stop doubting my ability.”

“Am not,” Minho mocked, taking out the rest of the tent contents and neatly set them on the ground, inspecting what he should do now that Taemin has the rods.

He spread out the bottom of the tent, instructing Taemin to put the rods through the holes on the edges as he secretly put together the rest of the rods for the roofing.

Taemin knelt on the ground, slowly sliding in the long conjoined rods through the holes, carefully inspecting if anything wrong was sticking out.

Minho didn’t stare at the rods as he worked on them; he didn’t need to. With his senses, his coordination and memory of where each rod was, was significant and he easily put them together. The entire time, he stared as Taemin was proving how manly he was instead of just sitting on the ground and waiting around like a girl would. Minho bit his lip, engulfing Taemin in his eyes-he just couldn’t ever get enough of it.

Taemin stood and wiped his hands, Minho pulling his gaze back to the rods to make sure Taemin couldn’t get suspicious on how he could connect them without even looking-

“Hey! I said I’d do the rods!” Taemin complained, walking around the rod area.

Minho smiled, lightly chuckling at Taemin’s feigned anger.

Two hands fisted in the back of Minho’s shirt and weakly tried shoving at him, “Minho,” he ordered.

Minho hummed, carefully putting two rods together again.

The clutch on the back of his shirt was slowly let go, sliding to his forearms and holding them in place as Taemin’s chest leaned on to his back, “Hyung, why won’t you let me do it?”

Slowly, Minho let the equipment set on the ground and turned, holding Taemin to his chest, “Instinct.”

The younger scoffed, lightly hitting his arm, “Instinct? That’s the best excuse you made up? You’re so funny.”

Minho knew he was saying something, but wasn’t exactly listening, rather than just hearing. He could feel his heartbeat as a bass in his ears as he watched Taemin speak, staring at his plush lips and barely paying attention.

“Hyung?” Taemin raised his eyebrows, “Hyung? Stop blanking out for goodness-”

Minho had enough of staring and quickly pressed his lips to Taemin’s, savoring the feeling.

Taemin stood stiff for only a second before he gripped Minho’s forearms again and pushed closer, sighing on to him.

He crushed Taemin’s lips to him, tugging on his lower lip as something started consuming him so suddenly; something so overwhelming. He didn’t even know where it came from, but he liked it.

Taemin was grunting as he placed on of his legs in between Minho’s and the elder jumped, gripping on to Taemin’s hair, bending him back as he pushed harder.

It felt good.

“H-Hyung,” Taemin breathed, trying to hold Minho at a distance.

Minho blinked rapidly, his face turning red and apologetic, realizing he was getting pushy, “Sorry.”

Taemin looked down, shaking his head, “It’s fine. So sudden-why’d you do that?”

When Taemin looked up, a flush clear on his face, Minho returned to smiling, taking Taemin’s face into his hands and slowly pecking his lips, “Instinct.”

“Again with the damn instinct thing,” Taemin rolled his eyes, weakly slapping his arm to let go of him, “Just . . . come on; let’s set this up.”

Minho was leaning on a tree nearby, crossing his arms as he watched Taemin fiddle with the oil lamp in the midst of the evening, lighting it with a match and setting it a few feet from the tent. He took the rest of the supplies taken out of the other bags and started putting it all inside the tent neatly.

Minho just stared, watching the beauty in front of him stop and debate on where to put what.

He shifted a little, feeling uncomfortable. Something in his senses was going off the charts in the wrong way and he didn’t know what it was, but all he knew was he had the biggest urge to cover Taemin.

He felt this way a handful of times before since they’ve known each other, but nothing was ever a huge accident. It was only as little as just slipping on the floor. Maybe Taemin was going to be clumsy enough to burn himself with the lamp. He totally would.

Minho scanned around and behind him as he heard a shift. Taemin was in the tent making a noisy fuss, giving Minho the time to lowly growl into the night to scare off whatever creature it was. He wasn’t even sure if it were a deer or just a rabbit and it worried him. Usually he was able to scope out what was around him, but something was hiding on the side lines, disrupting his senses.

It made him feel blind.

There was another shift and Minho let another growl rumble in his throat, threatening whatever was behind him.

He walked around to the back of the tree he leaned on, scanning the entire area with a grimace on his face, growling louder this time.

A couple meters away, his eyes met yellow ones. Minho snapped his jaw and gave a gruff warning.

Instantly, whatever it was retreated backwards in the bushes too fast for Minho’s eyes-and that wasn’t normal.

“Just a deer,” Minho breathed, still unsure, “Just a damn deer.”

He walked back over to his original spot and leaned, crossing his arms again as he watched through the undone flap of the tent that revealed a hole to represent a window-which Taemin was oblivious to. He watched Taemin proceeding as if he didn’t hear anything-Minho was pretty sure he should’ve with how loud he was being. Maybe he should take him to another check up to make sure his hearing was alright.

But then again . . . he couldn’t help to be so glad he didn’t hear him.

Taemin tucked his hair behind his right ear, shoving something-a pillow-into the corner of the tent.

Minho’s mouth curved up as he felt a flutter in his heart, the worry from before instantly forgotten. Taemin was just insanely adorable for his own good.

He was glad he could take form of a human. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have met Taemin and life would sincerely be a lot duller.

Taemin was his life. He needed to protect him. He needed to love him.

As he watched Taemin, his smile began faltering.

His eyes widened in concern and took a step forward.

Taemin was taking deep and shaky breathes, lips quivering and hands shaking as he kept tucking his hair behind his ears. He licked his lips every two seconds, nodding his head as if he were listening to something.

But Minho wasn’t hearing anything. That meant Taemin was thinking about something; something putting him in this state to worry Minho.

“Tae?” Minho called out, taking a few steps forward.

Taemin’s head perked, fixing his hair before holding up a fist and mouthing ‘fighting!’ as if to motivate himself.

Taemin scrambled out of them tent and standing a few feet away from it, his hands continuously fixing his hair as he shyly looked up at Minho, “Yeah, Hyung?”

Minho looked at him questioningly, getting closer, “Are you okay? You’re fidgeting.”

Taemin’s eyes widened considerably and he clasped his hands behind his back, a foot slowly digging into the ground.

Nervous, Minho thought, reading the aura coming off of him, he’s nervous.

“I’m fine, Hyung,” he shakily chirped, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

“Try that again,” Minho mockingly warned, “You don’t sound fine.”

Taemin looked down then away to the view to his right; to the edge of the mountain and staring at the other mountains that were visible in the evening light.

“Taemin.”

The younger took a deep breath, his hands to his sides and clenching into fists, “Promise me.”

Minho stopped walking a few feet away from Taemin with confusion written all over his face, “What?”

“Promise me, Minho.”

He took a step forward, “Promise you what, Tae?”

Taemin took another deep breath and even though the oil lamp’s light was dim, Minho could see the deep red raiding his boyfriend’s cheeks.

“You love me.”

“Right.”

“Then-god I sound like a girl-” Taemin looked everywhere until he slowly and finally made it to Minho’s eyes, a meaningful expression passing through his own, “Don’t refuse me. Please. Promise me.”

Minho deepened his confused gaze and shook his head, “Refuse you? Why would I do that?”

What was going through his mind?

I wish I was born with mind reading so damn bad.

“Just promise me, Minho,” he breathed.

Minho took a few seconds, curiosity striking him. He opened the flap to the tent, peering inside.

Questions continued rising. There were at least twelve blankets spread out on top of each other and four bed sheets on top-and not only two pillows, but six.

Why in the world did Taemin pack so much?

He reclined his head and looked at Taemin again, “What’s all that?”

Taemin’s hands were fisting his shirt as he looked away again, “Can you just promise me, already?”

“Taemin, you should already know,” Minho shook his head, almost rolling his eyes, “Yes, okay, Taemin, I promise. What is it?”

The younger looked back up at him, slowly walking forward with the look of hesitance yet determination in his eyes.

“Tae?”

Once the younger reached him, his arms stretched up, hands clutching on to Minho’s hair and swiftly pulling him down to meet his mouth.

Minho blinked in confusion, but snapped out of it and held Taemin to him as they violently kissed each other without holding back.

Taemin, shockingly, took initiative to bite down on Minho’s lower lip, prying Minho’s mouth open and entering his tongue through.

Minho was startled; it wasn’t often Taemin consented to kissing like this. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like how assertive he was being.

Minho gripped his hips tightly and pulled them closer, his blood boiling, his skin feeling uncomfortable in his clothes, and his bass heartbeat in his ears once more.

Was this what a human felt like when they wanted to really . . . love their other?

Taemin wasn’t ready for that-no, not yet.

The younger sighed into his mouth, bumping their teeth together, quickly exchanging tongues, clutching harder on to Minho’s hair that it might even fall out.

Minho breathily growled-he was unfamiliar with this kind of growl. It wasn’t monstrous . . . it was . . . human. It felt so natural.

He engulfed Taemin with his mouth a little softer, hoping he wasn’t scaring him to the least even though he was the one who made this whole violent-make-out-session.

Taemin grunted, pressing hard again. His clutch loosened, traveling down Minho’s arms and following his path all the way to the hands at his hips. He took Minho’s wrists, lifting them from their place and became hesitant.

“Taemin,” Minho breathily warned as the boy proceeded to bite on his bottom lip, “Taemin, you’re shaking.”

“Am-not,” he muffled as he tugged on his lip. Before Minho could continue a protest, the younger slowly pulled both their hands under his shirt, placing Minho’s hands on top of his bare stomach, holding them there, shuttering at the contact.

“Minho,” Taemin breathed as he let go of Minho’s lip, his forehead lying on the elder’s shoulder, “Minho, you said you wouldn’t refuse.”

If Minho’s hands could turn burning red from just Taemin’s skin, they’d be darker than from being burnt on a stove. But he liked it. The pads of his tips on such smooth skin . . .

Minho watched his shirt-covered hands as they moved down Taemin’s tummy, amazed with how the warmth almost enveloped his finger tips; it was beginning to turn into an addiction as his hands swept over it over and over again.

He enjoyed that Taemin kept arching against him and his hands found Minho’s arms, gripping them tightly.

“Taemin . . .” Minho’s dry throat tried asking for real consent as his hands traveled up to his chest, causing the boy to sharply cut off his breath, “Taemin, are you . . .”

“I love you,” Taemin whispered, “I seriously won’t ever stop no matter what you do. No matter what, I swear.”

Minho slightly froze, feeling incredibly touched by his words that he could tell him anything. But he knew that he couldn’t come out with the truth. That was something to break that love.

But he couldn’t help it . . .

“Taemin, is that a promise?” Minho asked, strained, “What you said . . . do you swear on it?”

Taemin tilted his head up and kissed his throat slowly, causing Minho to tilt his head back to give him more access. Taemin kissed over his double-Adam’s apple, breathing on his skin, “I promise, Hyung. I promise.”

One of Minho’s hands slid away and took Taemin’s chin, pulling his head back forward and looking Taemin in the eyes.

They were full of so many emotions as they shone in the dim lamp light. Minho had no reason to disbelieve him.

Minho closed his eyes taking Taemin back into his mouth, slowly turning them and walking forward, forcing Taemin to take steps back. Minho disconnected for a second, pulling the very same hand on Taemin’s chin to the top of his head to duck it under the tent’s roof and inside, helping Taemin lie down on his back.

Minho entered in, and in the middle of his thoughts, he was distracted with the thought he should blow out the oil lamp. He turned to get back out, but Taemin held on to him, refusing to let him out.

“Don’t. Later.” It came out breathy and choppy.

Minho nodded urgently, fully entering inside the tent, his knees on both sides of Taemin, reaching behind him to close the tent without even looking.

Once the tent closed, Minho was already tugging Taemin’s shirt up and over his head, throwing it somewhere to the far left, dipping down to press his lips to his navel, his hands lightly holding on to his hips.

He didn’t know what he was doing or what he was going to do later on; he began getting nervous.

But when he heard Taemin groan as he felt his stomach clench, he felt his sanity lowering quickly.

“Hyung,” Taemin rasped, tugging on Minho’s shirt at his arms, “Take it off. Now.”

Minho’s lips left the silky skin, immediately pulling his shirt over his head and exposing his upper body to Taemin. Even though Taemin could only see dark outlines within the slight darkness, it was fully enough.

Taemin fingered each crease of Minho’s muscle. With Minho’s night vision, he could see Taemin as if it were daylight, and his eyes were lidded with fascination.

“Kiss me,” Taemin ordered, “Kiss me.”

Minho’s hands found Taemin’s sides again as he dipped down to connect their lips for a desperate kiss, the heat quickly rising. He liked it when Taemin demanded. It was more powerful of a turn on than anything else he could imagine.

Minho felt hands at the buttons of his pants and he knew what was happening and he wasn’t about to make it stop. He pressed harder against Taemin’s mouth as the hands undid his button and pulled down the zipper, pulling down the rest of his clothing.

Minho gasped into his mouth, squeezing his eyes as air came in contact with his erection.

With urgency, his hands found Taemin’s pants, swiftly and efficiently pulling the rest of his clothing off after only slightly undoing the pants button.

(He hoped he didn’t rip them.)

Taemin forcefully disconnected and pulled his head back on to the pillows, groaning out slowly as Minho’s hand traveled from his chest to his now bare thigh.

“Say you love me,” Minho whispered, kissing Taemin’s jaw, “Say you’ll always love me, Taemin. You won’t disappear. Tell me.” It was rather cheesy, but it was something Minho held on to.

Their cheeks pressed together as Taemin’s hands held on to Minho’s biceps, giving them a sensual squeeze, “Minho, I love you. I love you so, so much. I’m never leaving. Never. And neither are you. Never.”

Minho smiled and nuzzled his face into Taemin’s neck.

“That’s a promise.”

----Note~----

I told you I couldn't leave the first chapter be. xD

Yep, I couldn't believe I'd written the second chapter to be a suggestive one. I have no idea what I was thinking; but all I know is that it was not supposed to turn out this way.

But yep, getting all romantic right now and it'll continue on.

So, how was the second chapter? Good?

I'd like to point out that during this story, you'll need to turn on your brain and pay attention to whatever detail I give because there is always a purpose to what I write. :P

Now, if a lot of you imagined Taemin to be some hormonal boy in this chapter, rethink it. This isn't the teenage stage of his life anymore--Taemin thinks he's ready to take the relationship full on.

As you see, Minho really adores Taemin a lot. He always thinks "Do humans always [insert whatever here]?" even though he basically grew up human. He still thinks he has this difference to them, so he's never sure what's the same.

But yeah, let's not bore everyone.

I hope everyone had a nice Easter! The first thing I did this morning was eat sweets, so I'm a little... achy in the stomach today. :|

So here's the update and see anyone and everyone on Saturday!

Thank you to every view and comment. You all make the writing happen. c:

Bye!

~FlaMinhoe/piplupz

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