[KPOP RPS] Mutli chap: As the crow flies - Interlude three {super junior}
Title: As the crow flies
Rating: R
Pairing: Heechul/Han Geng
Warnings: Angst, drama, sex, violence, character death
Word count: 43,199
Summary: Immortals, they fight for the right and the power to rule the earth. The gathering has started and group of mortals are in the wrong place at the wrong time, getting pulled into a bloody battle and becoming pawns in a sadistic game.
A/N: Loosely based on the Highlander TV series.
As the crow flies
Interlude Three: finding comfort in the chaos.
Heechul thinks about telling Han Geng that he can leave, that he doesn’t have to stay here in this room with him. Wants to tell Han Geng that he will be fine left on his own. Heechul thinks that he will be fine, maybe, he knows he’s safe now, that he’s safe here in this house. But he also knows that he doesn’t want Han Geng to leave him again. He doesn’t think he could take the rejection, not now. So he just lies there on the bed and Han Geng sits by his side and neither of them says anything for the longest time.
He hears it when Kangin leaves. To Heechul, Kangin’s presence sounds like Jungle drums, brash and loud and powerful. Those drums they falter and they fade as Kangin gets further away. Heechul thinks he hears a car start up and drive off.
“Where did he go?” Heechul mumbles to himself.
“Where did who go?” Han Geng asks, he’s confused, but then he can’t hear them like Heechul can.
“Never mind.” Heechul murmurs and they lapse into silence again.
There is a soft knock at the door, Han Geng gets up to answer it, holding the door open but a crack so that the visitor can’t see inside. It’s Jongwoon, Heechul can hear his voice. They talk for a minute or so, Han Geng opens the door a little wider and they do that ‘Watcher thing’ they nod respectfully and hold up their hands and show each other their wrists. They both have Watcher tattoos, intricate little designs inked onto their wrists, though some have them in more interesting places. Sometimes Heechul thinks that Immortals should have a special tattoo too, maybe a skull and bones motif. Heechul has always kind of wanted to be a pirate.
“What’s going on?” Heechul asks after Han Geng closes the door and comes back to sit on the edge of the bed.
Han Geng tells him, about Jungsu, about Kangin leaving. Heechul starts to get up but Han Geng pushes him back down, gently but firmly. Heechul pushes him back but Han Geng is stronger and this time he doesn’t hold any of the strength back and he holds Heechul down.
“Get off me.” Heechul snarls but he lacks venom, enthusiasm, he’s still weak, tired.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I know where he went, I’m going after him.”
“No, you’re not.” Han Geng speaks slowly, almost patronisingly. Heechul almost wants to slap the expression of his face.
“Don’t treat me like a child.” Heechul sneers.
“Then stop acting like one.”
Heechul just glares at him balefully, petulantly. He can’t stay here, he can’t, not when Kangin might-does-need help. He can’t. Han Geng gets up and blocks the door.
“Move.” Heechul growls and Han Geng just shakes his head. Heechul sits up, scoots to the edge of the bed, sits there glaring defiantly.
“You might be Immortal.” Han Geng says in his broken Korean. “But you’re not superhuman. You need to rest.”
Deep down Heechul knows that he is right, Heechul hates that he is right.
“Why do you care?” Heechul asks and he hates the resignation, the hopelessness in his voice. He wants to hit Han Geng, hurt him for making him feel like this.
“Because it’s my fault.” Han Geng half shouts as if saying the words loud will help Heechul to understand. “I shouldn’t have left. “If…I hadn’t…”
Heechul just shakes his head. They don’t have enough words for this. The little Chinese that Heechul knows and the little Korean Han Geng knows, none of it converges to form the basis of a coherent conversation.
“Don’t flatter yourself, boy.” Heechul says, he tries to keep derision out of his voice but doesn’t quite manage. It still hurts, he still hurts no matter how much we wants to pretend otherwise. “If you’d have stayed he would have come in anyway and you wouldn’t have been able to stop him. I couldn’t. He’d have killed you, so it’s better that you did leave.”
There, Heechul doesn’t care. He doesn’t.
“I’m sorry.” Han Geng says and he moves from the door, kneels in front of Heechul, rests his head in Heechul’s lap. Heechul thinks about shoving him off but in the end he just doesn’t have the heart. “If I’d have known, I wouldn’t… I was so worried.”
Without even thinking about it Heechul reaches out, strokes Han Geng’s head, gently, with a soft reverence. He doesn’t say anything, they just sit there in silence for a few minutes Heechul listens for the Immortal presences in the house. One and a half, Siwon and Sungmin. Then, quiet at first and then louder and then louder still, two more melodies start up in his head. Hyukjae and Zhou Mi, coming back from the dead. Heechul once again tries to get up. Han Geng once again pushes him back down.
“No.” Han Geng says and his tome brokers no argument. But it’s in Heechul’s nature to argue, it’s what he does best. “Kangin took the car, you have no way of following.”
“I’ll steal one.”
“No.”
“I’m going t…” Heechul’s rant is cut off by a kiss. A soft and tender but still very demanding kiss. “At least tell Siwon…” Heechul starts talking again as soon as Han Geng breaks the kiss.
“Are you always this difficult?“
“Have you been paying attention at all?”
Han Geng kisses him again, more insistent and at first Heechul tries to push him back, push him away…But Han Geng’s mouth is so warm, his touch is so welcoming. Heechul kisses him back and it’s not quite like he’s come home, but it’s close.
They don’t have sex, at least not the hard and fast pleasure they both had last night. It’s gentle and it’s subtle and Heechul almost comes in his pants from the gentle fervour of Han Geng’s touches, from his kisses. But there is guilt there, mixed in with the exciting fizz and fuzz of sensuous stokes, guilt that he-Heechul-is here and safe and Kangin is out facing the unknown. Though somewhere in the back of his mind he knows, has always knows, that this is Kangin’s, no Youngwoon’s, fight. Han Geng holds him, kisses him, brushes up against him and it’s almost like they are caught up in their own little world.
Heechul tries not to sleep. Tries hard, something in him is afraid to close his eyes, he’s afraid that he will be alone when he opens them again. Sleep claims him in the end though and when he wakes again it’s dark, Han Geng is still there beside him.
…end interlude three
Rating: R
Pairing: Heechul/Han Geng
Warnings: Angst, drama, sex, violence, character death
Word count: 43,199
Summary: Immortals, they fight for the right and the power to rule the earth. The gathering has started and group of mortals are in the wrong place at the wrong time, getting pulled into a bloody battle and becoming pawns in a sadistic game.
A/N: Loosely based on the Highlander TV series.
As the crow flies
Interlude Three: finding comfort in the chaos.
Heechul thinks about telling Han Geng that he can leave, that he doesn’t have to stay here in this room with him. Wants to tell Han Geng that he will be fine left on his own. Heechul thinks that he will be fine, maybe, he knows he’s safe now, that he’s safe here in this house. But he also knows that he doesn’t want Han Geng to leave him again. He doesn’t think he could take the rejection, not now. So he just lies there on the bed and Han Geng sits by his side and neither of them says anything for the longest time.
He hears it when Kangin leaves. To Heechul, Kangin’s presence sounds like Jungle drums, brash and loud and powerful. Those drums they falter and they fade as Kangin gets further away. Heechul thinks he hears a car start up and drive off.
“Where did he go?” Heechul mumbles to himself.
“Where did who go?” Han Geng asks, he’s confused, but then he can’t hear them like Heechul can.
“Never mind.” Heechul murmurs and they lapse into silence again.
There is a soft knock at the door, Han Geng gets up to answer it, holding the door open but a crack so that the visitor can’t see inside. It’s Jongwoon, Heechul can hear his voice. They talk for a minute or so, Han Geng opens the door a little wider and they do that ‘Watcher thing’ they nod respectfully and hold up their hands and show each other their wrists. They both have Watcher tattoos, intricate little designs inked onto their wrists, though some have them in more interesting places. Sometimes Heechul thinks that Immortals should have a special tattoo too, maybe a skull and bones motif. Heechul has always kind of wanted to be a pirate.
“What’s going on?” Heechul asks after Han Geng closes the door and comes back to sit on the edge of the bed.
Han Geng tells him, about Jungsu, about Kangin leaving. Heechul starts to get up but Han Geng pushes him back down, gently but firmly. Heechul pushes him back but Han Geng is stronger and this time he doesn’t hold any of the strength back and he holds Heechul down.
“Get off me.” Heechul snarls but he lacks venom, enthusiasm, he’s still weak, tired.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I know where he went, I’m going after him.”
“No, you’re not.” Han Geng speaks slowly, almost patronisingly. Heechul almost wants to slap the expression of his face.
“Don’t treat me like a child.” Heechul sneers.
“Then stop acting like one.”
Heechul just glares at him balefully, petulantly. He can’t stay here, he can’t, not when Kangin might-does-need help. He can’t. Han Geng gets up and blocks the door.
“Move.” Heechul growls and Han Geng just shakes his head. Heechul sits up, scoots to the edge of the bed, sits there glaring defiantly.
“You might be Immortal.” Han Geng says in his broken Korean. “But you’re not superhuman. You need to rest.”
Deep down Heechul knows that he is right, Heechul hates that he is right.
“Why do you care?” Heechul asks and he hates the resignation, the hopelessness in his voice. He wants to hit Han Geng, hurt him for making him feel like this.
“Because it’s my fault.” Han Geng half shouts as if saying the words loud will help Heechul to understand. “I shouldn’t have left. “If…I hadn’t…”
Heechul just shakes his head. They don’t have enough words for this. The little Chinese that Heechul knows and the little Korean Han Geng knows, none of it converges to form the basis of a coherent conversation.
“Don’t flatter yourself, boy.” Heechul says, he tries to keep derision out of his voice but doesn’t quite manage. It still hurts, he still hurts no matter how much we wants to pretend otherwise. “If you’d have stayed he would have come in anyway and you wouldn’t have been able to stop him. I couldn’t. He’d have killed you, so it’s better that you did leave.”
There, Heechul doesn’t care. He doesn’t.
“I’m sorry.” Han Geng says and he moves from the door, kneels in front of Heechul, rests his head in Heechul’s lap. Heechul thinks about shoving him off but in the end he just doesn’t have the heart. “If I’d have known, I wouldn’t… I was so worried.”
Without even thinking about it Heechul reaches out, strokes Han Geng’s head, gently, with a soft reverence. He doesn’t say anything, they just sit there in silence for a few minutes Heechul listens for the Immortal presences in the house. One and a half, Siwon and Sungmin. Then, quiet at first and then louder and then louder still, two more melodies start up in his head. Hyukjae and Zhou Mi, coming back from the dead. Heechul once again tries to get up. Han Geng once again pushes him back down.
“No.” Han Geng says and his tome brokers no argument. But it’s in Heechul’s nature to argue, it’s what he does best. “Kangin took the car, you have no way of following.”
“I’ll steal one.”
“No.”
“I’m going t…” Heechul’s rant is cut off by a kiss. A soft and tender but still very demanding kiss. “At least tell Siwon…” Heechul starts talking again as soon as Han Geng breaks the kiss.
“Are you always this difficult?“
“Have you been paying attention at all?”
Han Geng kisses him again, more insistent and at first Heechul tries to push him back, push him away…But Han Geng’s mouth is so warm, his touch is so welcoming. Heechul kisses him back and it’s not quite like he’s come home, but it’s close.
They don’t have sex, at least not the hard and fast pleasure they both had last night. It’s gentle and it’s subtle and Heechul almost comes in his pants from the gentle fervour of Han Geng’s touches, from his kisses. But there is guilt there, mixed in with the exciting fizz and fuzz of sensuous stokes, guilt that he-Heechul-is here and safe and Kangin is out facing the unknown. Though somewhere in the back of his mind he knows, has always knows, that this is Kangin’s, no Youngwoon’s, fight. Han Geng holds him, kisses him, brushes up against him and it’s almost like they are caught up in their own little world.
Heechul tries not to sleep. Tries hard, something in him is afraid to close his eyes, he’s afraid that he will be alone when he opens them again. Sleep claims him in the end though and when he wakes again it’s dark, Han Geng is still there beside him.
…end interlude three