[KPOP RPS] Multi Chap: Baby, this ain't nothing but a thing - Chapter seven {super junior}
Title: Baby, this ain't nothing but a thing - Chapter seven
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mainly: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi and Yesung/Ryeowook. With a side of: Eunhyuk/Donghae, Kangin/Leeteuk, Heechul/Han Geng. With a view towards Sungmin/Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi and eventually there will be some Henry/Kibum with a veritable pairing free for all in between.
Warnings: Sexual situations, sexual innuendo, voyeurism, bad language and some violence
Word count: This chapter = 3, 657
Summary: Team White and Team Black have been pitting themselves against each other for years. They've become too wrapped up in this Spy vs Spy game, too wrapped up in thir own dispute to see the bigger picture. Enter the shadowy Team Grey who have their own agenda and their own way of getting things done.
A/N: In which Super Junior are all Spies and they kind of fail at it. Spy vs Spy AU.
Aaaaaaand the first team to properly get their freak on is....
Character profiles Who is in what team | Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five | Chapter six
Chapter seven
Yesung got lost. Again. This hadn’t been their base of operations long enough for him to learn his way around. He knew how to find his way in, how to find his way to the main operations rooms, how to get to his laboratory and then how to get out from there. And really, that’s all he needed to know, it’s not like he had much call to go wandering around. Ryeowook had seen to it that he hadn’t had a chance to anyway. Either his Boss was hauling him off on outside missions to capture enemy agents, or else he’d been practically chained to his work bench working on perfecting that fool proof truth serum.
Sometimes, sometimes Yesung thought that Ryeowook had a one track mind. And that track was completely the wrong track.
Not that anyone had asked his opinion. No one ever asked his opinion on anything.
He kicked at the ground in a fit of irritation. He didn’t want to go look for the intruders, not on his own anyway. He wasn’t even armed properly, what if the intruders found him first and killed him dead? All he had was a stun gun, because Ryeowook didn’t trust him enough to let him have a real gun that would shoot actual bullets. It was only one time. One time. Geez, you almost shoot another team member’s balls off one time and they never let you live it down. Shindong was all right in the end and he forgave Yesung…eventually.
Something behind him creaked, a footstep? Yesung whirled round, his little toy raised and ready to fire. But there was no one there. Yesung straightened up from the half crouch he hadn’t realized he’d fallen into. He checked around to make sure there really was no one there, no one around to see that little ‘incident’. Then he chuckled softly to himself, this old place was full of strange noises.
“I hope Ryeowook is ok.” Yesung said absently. He tucked the stun gun in his pocket, he felt silly holding it. He smoothed out his t-shirt and turned back to the direction he’d been heading in. Did he want to carry on going that way? Did he really? I was as good a way as any, he supposed. He shrugged, maybe it would be better just to head back to the main operations room.
If he could find his way back to the main operations room that is.
He turned back around…and almost hit the blade of an axe with his face.
“Jesus Christ!” Yesung yelped as he flung himself backwards, he landed heavily on his ass.
“Sorry,” Henry said with a wide, innocent looking smile. “I didn’t realize it was you.”
Henry was making noises, Yesung could tell there were words coming out of Henry’s mouth, but they were all garbled and ‘English’. Yesung just blinked up at him.
“Huh?”
Henry laughed. It was a musical little sound, it was cute, it was kind of eerie. Henry reached out a hand, Yesung eyed it warily like the hand might bite him, like Henry might try to swing the axe at him again. Henry held the axe in a loose grip in his left hand, he held it lazily, comfortably.
With a sigh, Yesung reached out and took the offered hand. Henry pulled him up off the floor with seemingly little effort. Yesung resented that a little…no, make that a lot.
“Let’s go.” Henry said and he started to walk away. When Yesung didn’t follow him--and Yesung didn’t follow him because he didn’t know he was supposed to--Henry turned back around. He nodded his head in the direction he’d been going. Ahhh, Yesung understood now, but he wasn’t all that sure that he wanted to follow the creepy new kid. Maybe being on his own was better after all. Henry walked on and Yesung followed--very reluctantly. Something crunched under his feet, Yesung looked down. A trial of leaves lead out along the corridor.
Leaves? What in the hell?
“Leaves?” Yesung said out loud. “What in the hell?”
“It’s the tree.” Ryeowook said as he suddenly rounded a corner. “It’s the tree.” Ryeowook narrowed his eyes as he said this, a dark, dangerous expression on his face. It sent a thrill down Yesung’s spine, but he couldn’t tell if he was terrified or turned on…probably both. “Henry,” Ryeowook continued. “Go find him. Follow the leaves, they will lead you to him.”
Ryeowook speaking in English was hot. Yesung had no idea what he was saying but it was still hot.
Focus, Yesung, focus.
“Yesung, come back with me to the main operations room.” Ryeowook said, switching effortlessly back to Korean. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Ryeowook’s voice was barely a growl as he said the last few words. That growl was all kinds of hot too.
Focus, Yesung, focus.
“Hey, where did Henry go?” Yesung asked, having only just noticed that the younger agent had left. Ryeowook just shot him a narrow eyed glare and turned to walk away. He moved with such quick determination that Yesung had to almost run to keep up with him.
*
The first thing Yesung noticed when he entered the main operations room was Sungmin lying sprawled, unmoving on the floor.
“Sungminnie!” Yesung cried, running to the fallen man’s side.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Ryeowook shouted, a long, long cry. “He’s gone!”
Yesung looked up. The fact that Cho Kyuhyun was missing would have been the second thing he noticed…probably.
Ryeowook kicked angrily at the chair that Kyuhyun had previously been tied to. He kicked it so hard that the chair fell back, knocking against the little side table as it went down. The contents of the table wobbled precariously. Yesung winced, there was still a lot of serum left in the bottle and Yesung didn’t like to think of the consequences should it fall and spill.
“What happened here?” Ryeowook demanded to know. Yesung just shook his head, he had absolutely no idea.
“Sungmin-ah!” Yesung said as he gently shook the younger man. When that didn’t get any results Yesung slapped him. Hard. “Wake up!”
Sungmin groaned, he opened his eyes, then he winced and closed them again.
“Oww.” He moaned. He opened his eyes again, slowly, carefully this time. He looked up at Yesung and his eyes went wide as if in panic. He pushed himself quickly into a sitting position, he swayed a little, he held his head in his hands. “Ok, too soon for moving.” He mumbled.
“Sungmin-ah, are you ok?” Yesung asked.
“No.” Sungmin said softly. “I think I’m going to throw up.”
Gently, Yesung pushed Sungmin’s face away so that Sungmin was looking away from him. Just in case. Yesung didn’t want to get thrown up on.
“There is no time for throwing up.” Ryeowook snapped. “Sungmin, what happened here? Where is Cho Kyuhyun?”
Sungmin blinked slowly, like he didn’t really understand the question. He was silent for a minute and then…
“I’m going to kill him.” Sungmin said very calmly. “I am going to kill him until he is dead.”
“Redundant words are redundant.” Yesung said with a smile. Sungmin hit him. Hard. “Oww.”
“Ungrateful bastard.” Sungmin muttered as he tried to push himself to his feet.
“Uhh, sorry?” Yesung was a little confused, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be ungrateful for.
“I wasn’t talking about you.”
“Oh.” Who was he talking about then? Yesung was about to ask but Ryeowook cut him off.
“Sungmin, what happened?”
Sungmin stood up, he smoothed out his suit and then he turned to face his boss.
“It was Team Black.” Sungmin said. “One of them came in here, knocked me out and took Kyuhyun away.”
“How did he manage to get the drop on you?”
“It’s not like I went down without a fight.” Sungmin said petulantly. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. But Ryeowook wasn’t paying him anymore attention, instead he was pacing the room, a faintly maniacal look on his face.
“I knew it!” Ryeowook said and there was fervour in his voice. “I knew it! It was a trap, them leaving Kyuhyun there. It was too easy. They left the tree to guard him knowing that we would be trying to get Kyuhyun for ourselves. They bugged the kid just in case and when their first plan failed to stop us they followed us back here.
The tree must still be here looking for the information they think we got from Cho, Black want the code breaker too.” Ryeowook stopped his pacing and turned to face his team. “But they don’t know that we don’t know what they think we know.”
“Wait.” Yesung said, raising his hand. “Wait, I’m confused. We don’t actually know anything.”
“Yes, but they don’t know that. And now Black have Cho Kyuhyun and we have nothing.”
“Uh, no Boss.” Sungmin said a little hesitantly. “I don’t think that’s it at all. The Black agent that came in here didn’t seem to want the code breaker or anything other than Kyuhyun. I think he wanted Kyuhyun because he, well, wanted Kyuhyun.” Sungmin paused, he looked a little ill. “Wait, wait…the tree? The tree guy is here? Is he still naked?”
Yesung tried not to laugh, he did. He didn’t try very hard, but he did try.
“Are you going to be all ‘Arrrggh my eyes!’ again?” Yesung asked and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He covered his eyes in a passable imitation of Sungmin’s earlier distress. “Can not unsee!”
“Shut up, Hyung!” Sungmin whined. “He was naked! You can’t go being all naked in professional situations, it’s undignified. It offended my delicate sensibilities.”
“Oh please, your sensibilities are about as delicate as concrete. I don’t see what your problem with nakedness is, I saw the way you looked at Kyuhyun when we had him.”
“Yeah, it was probably the same way you look at…”
“CHILDREN!” Ryeowook snapped. “Shut up, the both of you!”
Ryeowook’s back was to them now and Yesung risked quickly poking his tongue out at Sungmin before Ryeowook turned back around. Sungmin pulled a face back at him, Ryeowook saw it. Yesung snickered.
Ryeowook ignored them both.
“The tree won’t be a problem for much longer.” Ryeowook said. Yesung had the feeling that Ryeowook was talking more to himself then to him and Sungmin. “Yes, Henry will take care of the tree.” Ryeowook placed a delicate finger to his chin, his eyes became distant, his expression thoughtful. Ryeowook was planning something, Yesung could tell.
Yesung sighed almost wistfully. Ryeowook was so beautiful when he was being brilliant.
“Yesung!” Ryeowook said. “Fetch me the files we have on Team Black!”
Yesung nodded and walked though the door that led to his laboratory. It took him a few minutes to find the files because, well, it took him a while to find anything in this mess. But find them he did and he brought them out and handed them to Ryeowook.
“Sungmin,” Ryeowook said as he flipped through the papers. “The Black agent that jumped you, what did he look like?”
“He didn’t jump me.” Sungmin muttered. “The jumping was mutual.”
Yesung snickered again. Sungmin ignored him.
“He was tall.” Sungmin said. “He spoke with an accent, I think he might have been Chinese.”
“Zhou Mi.” Ryeowook said, his eyes narrowed. Yesung was impressed that Ryeowook knew that without properly looking through the files. “Sungmin!”
“Yes, Boss?”
“Go round up Shindong, bring him back here. We need to re-group and go after the Black agent, we’ll get both him and Kyuhyun. If Zhou Mi really did just come here to rescue Kyuhyun, I want to know why Teams White and Black are working together. Yesung, follow me!”
“Yes, boss!”
It happened in slow motion, the really awful kind. The kind where time slows down to the barest crawl so you can see in explicit detail just how much you fucked up. It happened just like that.
Yesung tripped. He wasn’t sure just what he tripped over--probably nothing, but still, he tripped. Instinctively he reached out with his hands to stop himself, to brace for impact. His flailing arms smashed into the little side table, everything on it crashed to the floor. The bottle holding the rest of the serum shattered. The liquid felt almost painfully cold as it splashed on his face and, to his horror, Yesung saw that most of the liquid went not on him but on…
Oh, oh shit.
“Ohhhh.” Yesung dimly heard Sungmin say. “Ohhhh, you are in so much trouble.”
“Sungmin-ah.” Yesung said as he scrambled to his feet. He felt dizzy, already the serum was taking effect. “Sungmin-ah, you have to help me!”
“Oh, no, no, no.” Sungmin said. Yesung saw that Sungmin was now as far across the room, as far away from them as he could get. “Oh no, you got it on you. You stay away from me, I don’t want it on me too.”
Then Sungmin left the room. Yesung might have imagined it, but he thought he heard Sungmin giggle as he went.
*
Ryeowook whimpered. It was a small, helpless sound that spoke to parts of Yesung he’d tried to ignore when it came to his boss. And that wasn’t just the truth serum talking, that concoction was just making the little needy voices shout louder.
Yesung fell to his knees, he just didn’t have the strength to hold himself up, he didn’t have the strength to resist though he knew that he really, really should.
“Wookie-ah.” He breathed out the name, whispered it like it was prayer.
“Yesung.” Ryeowook groaned. He had fallen to his knees too, already his hair was matted with sweat. “Yesungie…what? Help me.” Ryeowook reached out for him and Yesung ached to reach back but…
He shouldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this.
Could he?
He tried to think scientifically, logically. Which was hard to do since thinking wasn’t what he wanted to be doing right then. It was the aphrodisiac, that’s why he was feeling this way, why they were both feeling this way. Yesung heard Ryeowook groan again, it sounded like Ryeowook was groaning Yesung’s name.
Oh god.
When this stuff was injected into you, the truth part of the truth serum was the fasted and most powerful acting. But when it touched your skin…
Yesung felt light headed, dizzy, like all his blood was rushing fast to that one certain spot. Oh god it hurt, it hurt so good. Ryeowook cried out and this time Yesung didn’t even try to fight against the urge to go to him. They fell together in a tangle of limbs and Yesung had the vague notion that they should move this out of this room--they should move this to his laboratory perhaps, there was a bed in there. Well, it was more like a lumpy old sofa that Yesung sometimes fell asleep on, but it would be more comfortable than this floor.
Moving, moving might be a problem though.
Ryeowook clawed at him, scratching at his skin, pulling at his clothes, trying to pull him closer.
“Hyung,” Ryeowook breathed against Yesung’s ear. Yesung shivered, Ryeowook had never called him that before even though Ryeowook was younger than him. Ryeowook was his boss. “Hyung.” Ryeowook said again. Yesung liked the way the word sounded coming from Ryeowook’s lips. “Hyung, when this is over I am going to kill you.”
Ok, Yesung didn’t so much like the way that sounded.
“Wookie-ah, Wookie-ah we shouldn’t do this.” Yesung stammered out the words. He didn’t really mean them but he thought he should say them anyway.
“No, you made me like this.” Ryeowook’s voice was barely a hiss, his breath tickled Yesung’s neck. Ryeowook’s hand cupped Yesung’s crotch. “You’re going to fix me.”
“Yes sir.” It was the only thing Yesung could think of to say.
Ryeowook pushed him down, straddled him, ground himself against Yesung’s erection. This was moving to fast…wait, shouldn’t they be naked for this? Ryeowook obviously had the same thought--about the nakedness. From the desperation with which Ryeowook tore at Yesung’s shirt it was clear that Ryeowook thought things weren’t moving fast enough.
It wasn’t until they were both naked, pressed skin to skin, that Yesung realized there might be a problem with this. Well, there were lots of problems with this, but Yesung could see a pretty big one if things continued heading the way they were heading. It had been a while since he’d been with a guy. Ever since he’d joined Team Grey he’d been saving himself--futilely, or so he thought--for Ryeowook. But he was pretty sure that he still remembered the mechanics of sex, though. They needed things, things they didn’t have to hand right then.
Yesung felt warm, Ryeowook’s skin felt hot, flushed. The concrete floor was soothingly cold against his bare skin. It felt so good, but he had to get up. Had to get up. Ryeowook rubbed against him again, it was really, really hard to concentrate when he did that.
He tried to push Ryeowook up and off him but Ryeowook clung on to him, like a cute little limpet. Right, new tactic. Ryeowook wasn’t all that heavy so Yesung tried pushing himself up while Ryeowook held on to his waist, he climbed shakily to his feet then he gripped Ryeowook’s arms and hauled him to his feet too. Yesung’s legs felt weak, shaky and they gave out under him. He tried to lean on Ryeowook for support but Ryeowook wasn’t faring much better and they both crashed to the floor again.
“This isn’t going well.” Yesung muttered.
“Oh, I think it’s going just fine.” Ryeowook said as he climbed back on top of Yesung.
“But, Wookie-ah. We need…”
Ryeowook kissed him then, Yesung wisely stopped talking.
As Ryeowook kissed him he shifted his hips, rubbing against Yesung’s erection. Yesung groaned into the kiss, he reached down and cupped Ryeowook’s ass with both his hands, pulling Ryeowook forward a little so that all of his weight wasn’t quite so present. If Ryeowook kept this up then Yesung wouldn’t have to worry about the things they were lacking right now because it wasn’t going to get that far, Yesung felt like he was about to come right then and there.
He felt Ryeowook smile. Ryeowook’s breath was barely a soft rush of air, Yesung thought Ryeowook might have been saying something but he couldn’t quite make out the words. Ryeowook sat up again, clawing his hands over Yesung’s chest as he did so. Then Ryeowook leaned off to the side, he stretched out, extending his arms as if reaching for something. Yesung wasn’t sure what Ryeowook was reaching for but he thought he should help, he just wasn’t sure how.
Moving, moving was a problem.
He didn’t want to move, but he didn’t want to stay here like this. He needed, he needed Ryeowook to kiss him again, he wanted to feel Ryeowook riding him, he wanted to tell Ryeowook that he was the most amazing and beautiful thing in the world.
Oh, crap. That would be the truth part of the truth serum kicking in.
Yesung bit his lip, hard enough that he tasted blood. He tried to hold the words back, hold them in.
Ryeowook sat back up then, now he had something in his hands--a bottle of lube. Where had that come from?
“Where did that come from?”
Ryeowook just smiled a sweet little smile that didn’t quite match the look in his eyes. Not for the first time Yesung noted that Ryeowook had the face of an angel but the eyes of a devil.
“Don’t ask such stupid questions.” Ryeowook said. “Just be a good little subordinate and shut up and fuck me.”
“Yes sir!”
So he did.
It was hard and rough and messy and filled with such intense need that Yesung thought his entire being would tear itself apart. His whole body vibrated with need, the need to touch, to taste, to feel. He felt like he couldn’t get close enough, like nothing would ever be enough. He screamed out Ryeowook’s name as he came. He tried to wait for Ryeowook to finish first, but he just couldn’t hold himself back.
Ryeowook followed soon after, he collapsed on top of Yesung, the both of them were spent and exhausted.
“Ryeowookie.” Yesung said softly. He could hear himself talking, he knew that he shouldn’t be talking right now, he should shut up. He should just shut up. But he couldn’t. “Ryeowookie, you’re a bit evil and sometimes you can be really scary…but I like you. I really, really like you.”
“Yesungie.” Ryeowook said, his voice was soft too, breathless. “You’re incompetent and a little annoying…but I like you too.”
*
Yesung thought they must have fallen asleep after that because the next thing he knew he was being jolted awake by the sound of someone screaming.
“OH GOD!” Someone shouted--it sounded like Shindong. “OH GOD I DIDN’T NEED TO SEE THAT! I REALLY DIDN’T NEED TO SEE THAT!!!”
Yesung tried to push himself up to see what the matter was, but Ryeowook was snuggled up close to him and Yesung didn’t want to disturb him.
“Sungmin-ah! Why didn’t you warn me they were doing that?”
“I will not be the only one to feel this pain.” Sungmin said. “Oh, really! You had to do it here? We have to eat in this room you know!”
Yesung heard them both leave, he heard Sungmin stomp away. For a little a guy he sure could make a lot of noise. Yesung knew that he was going to have to move, he was going to have to wake up Ryeowook. They had work to do, enemy agents to find.
In a minute, he would do that in just a minute.
.end chapter seven.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mainly: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi and Yesung/Ryeowook. With a side of: Eunhyuk/Donghae, Kangin/Leeteuk, Heechul/Han Geng. With a view towards Sungmin/Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi and eventually there will be some Henry/Kibum with a veritable pairing free for all in between.
Warnings: Sexual situations, sexual innuendo, voyeurism, bad language and some violence
Word count: This chapter = 3, 657
Summary: Team White and Team Black have been pitting themselves against each other for years. They've become too wrapped up in this Spy vs Spy game, too wrapped up in thir own dispute to see the bigger picture. Enter the shadowy Team Grey who have their own agenda and their own way of getting things done.
A/N: In which Super Junior are all Spies and they kind of fail at it. Spy vs Spy AU.
Aaaaaaand the first team to properly get their freak on is....
Character profiles Who is in what team | Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five | Chapter six
Chapter seven
Yesung got lost. Again. This hadn’t been their base of operations long enough for him to learn his way around. He knew how to find his way in, how to find his way to the main operations rooms, how to get to his laboratory and then how to get out from there. And really, that’s all he needed to know, it’s not like he had much call to go wandering around. Ryeowook had seen to it that he hadn’t had a chance to anyway. Either his Boss was hauling him off on outside missions to capture enemy agents, or else he’d been practically chained to his work bench working on perfecting that fool proof truth serum.
Sometimes, sometimes Yesung thought that Ryeowook had a one track mind. And that track was completely the wrong track.
Not that anyone had asked his opinion. No one ever asked his opinion on anything.
He kicked at the ground in a fit of irritation. He didn’t want to go look for the intruders, not on his own anyway. He wasn’t even armed properly, what if the intruders found him first and killed him dead? All he had was a stun gun, because Ryeowook didn’t trust him enough to let him have a real gun that would shoot actual bullets. It was only one time. One time. Geez, you almost shoot another team member’s balls off one time and they never let you live it down. Shindong was all right in the end and he forgave Yesung…eventually.
Something behind him creaked, a footstep? Yesung whirled round, his little toy raised and ready to fire. But there was no one there. Yesung straightened up from the half crouch he hadn’t realized he’d fallen into. He checked around to make sure there really was no one there, no one around to see that little ‘incident’. Then he chuckled softly to himself, this old place was full of strange noises.
“I hope Ryeowook is ok.” Yesung said absently. He tucked the stun gun in his pocket, he felt silly holding it. He smoothed out his t-shirt and turned back to the direction he’d been heading in. Did he want to carry on going that way? Did he really? I was as good a way as any, he supposed. He shrugged, maybe it would be better just to head back to the main operations room.
If he could find his way back to the main operations room that is.
He turned back around…and almost hit the blade of an axe with his face.
“Jesus Christ!” Yesung yelped as he flung himself backwards, he landed heavily on his ass.
“Sorry,” Henry said with a wide, innocent looking smile. “I didn’t realize it was you.”
Henry was making noises, Yesung could tell there were words coming out of Henry’s mouth, but they were all garbled and ‘English’. Yesung just blinked up at him.
“Huh?”
Henry laughed. It was a musical little sound, it was cute, it was kind of eerie. Henry reached out a hand, Yesung eyed it warily like the hand might bite him, like Henry might try to swing the axe at him again. Henry held the axe in a loose grip in his left hand, he held it lazily, comfortably.
With a sigh, Yesung reached out and took the offered hand. Henry pulled him up off the floor with seemingly little effort. Yesung resented that a little…no, make that a lot.
“Let’s go.” Henry said and he started to walk away. When Yesung didn’t follow him--and Yesung didn’t follow him because he didn’t know he was supposed to--Henry turned back around. He nodded his head in the direction he’d been going. Ahhh, Yesung understood now, but he wasn’t all that sure that he wanted to follow the creepy new kid. Maybe being on his own was better after all. Henry walked on and Yesung followed--very reluctantly. Something crunched under his feet, Yesung looked down. A trial of leaves lead out along the corridor.
Leaves? What in the hell?
“Leaves?” Yesung said out loud. “What in the hell?”
“It’s the tree.” Ryeowook said as he suddenly rounded a corner. “It’s the tree.” Ryeowook narrowed his eyes as he said this, a dark, dangerous expression on his face. It sent a thrill down Yesung’s spine, but he couldn’t tell if he was terrified or turned on…probably both. “Henry,” Ryeowook continued. “Go find him. Follow the leaves, they will lead you to him.”
Ryeowook speaking in English was hot. Yesung had no idea what he was saying but it was still hot.
Focus, Yesung, focus.
“Yesung, come back with me to the main operations room.” Ryeowook said, switching effortlessly back to Korean. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Ryeowook’s voice was barely a growl as he said the last few words. That growl was all kinds of hot too.
Focus, Yesung, focus.
“Hey, where did Henry go?” Yesung asked, having only just noticed that the younger agent had left. Ryeowook just shot him a narrow eyed glare and turned to walk away. He moved with such quick determination that Yesung had to almost run to keep up with him.
*
The first thing Yesung noticed when he entered the main operations room was Sungmin lying sprawled, unmoving on the floor.
“Sungminnie!” Yesung cried, running to the fallen man’s side.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Ryeowook shouted, a long, long cry. “He’s gone!”
Yesung looked up. The fact that Cho Kyuhyun was missing would have been the second thing he noticed…probably.
Ryeowook kicked angrily at the chair that Kyuhyun had previously been tied to. He kicked it so hard that the chair fell back, knocking against the little side table as it went down. The contents of the table wobbled precariously. Yesung winced, there was still a lot of serum left in the bottle and Yesung didn’t like to think of the consequences should it fall and spill.
“What happened here?” Ryeowook demanded to know. Yesung just shook his head, he had absolutely no idea.
“Sungmin-ah!” Yesung said as he gently shook the younger man. When that didn’t get any results Yesung slapped him. Hard. “Wake up!”
Sungmin groaned, he opened his eyes, then he winced and closed them again.
“Oww.” He moaned. He opened his eyes again, slowly, carefully this time. He looked up at Yesung and his eyes went wide as if in panic. He pushed himself quickly into a sitting position, he swayed a little, he held his head in his hands. “Ok, too soon for moving.” He mumbled.
“Sungmin-ah, are you ok?” Yesung asked.
“No.” Sungmin said softly. “I think I’m going to throw up.”
Gently, Yesung pushed Sungmin’s face away so that Sungmin was looking away from him. Just in case. Yesung didn’t want to get thrown up on.
“There is no time for throwing up.” Ryeowook snapped. “Sungmin, what happened here? Where is Cho Kyuhyun?”
Sungmin blinked slowly, like he didn’t really understand the question. He was silent for a minute and then…
“I’m going to kill him.” Sungmin said very calmly. “I am going to kill him until he is dead.”
“Redundant words are redundant.” Yesung said with a smile. Sungmin hit him. Hard. “Oww.”
“Ungrateful bastard.” Sungmin muttered as he tried to push himself to his feet.
“Uhh, sorry?” Yesung was a little confused, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be ungrateful for.
“I wasn’t talking about you.”
“Oh.” Who was he talking about then? Yesung was about to ask but Ryeowook cut him off.
“Sungmin, what happened?”
Sungmin stood up, he smoothed out his suit and then he turned to face his boss.
“It was Team Black.” Sungmin said. “One of them came in here, knocked me out and took Kyuhyun away.”
“How did he manage to get the drop on you?”
“It’s not like I went down without a fight.” Sungmin said petulantly. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. But Ryeowook wasn’t paying him anymore attention, instead he was pacing the room, a faintly maniacal look on his face.
“I knew it!” Ryeowook said and there was fervour in his voice. “I knew it! It was a trap, them leaving Kyuhyun there. It was too easy. They left the tree to guard him knowing that we would be trying to get Kyuhyun for ourselves. They bugged the kid just in case and when their first plan failed to stop us they followed us back here.
The tree must still be here looking for the information they think we got from Cho, Black want the code breaker too.” Ryeowook stopped his pacing and turned to face his team. “But they don’t know that we don’t know what they think we know.”
“Wait.” Yesung said, raising his hand. “Wait, I’m confused. We don’t actually know anything.”
“Yes, but they don’t know that. And now Black have Cho Kyuhyun and we have nothing.”
“Uh, no Boss.” Sungmin said a little hesitantly. “I don’t think that’s it at all. The Black agent that came in here didn’t seem to want the code breaker or anything other than Kyuhyun. I think he wanted Kyuhyun because he, well, wanted Kyuhyun.” Sungmin paused, he looked a little ill. “Wait, wait…the tree? The tree guy is here? Is he still naked?”
Yesung tried not to laugh, he did. He didn’t try very hard, but he did try.
“Are you going to be all ‘Arrrggh my eyes!’ again?” Yesung asked and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He covered his eyes in a passable imitation of Sungmin’s earlier distress. “Can not unsee!”
“Shut up, Hyung!” Sungmin whined. “He was naked! You can’t go being all naked in professional situations, it’s undignified. It offended my delicate sensibilities.”
“Oh please, your sensibilities are about as delicate as concrete. I don’t see what your problem with nakedness is, I saw the way you looked at Kyuhyun when we had him.”
“Yeah, it was probably the same way you look at…”
“CHILDREN!” Ryeowook snapped. “Shut up, the both of you!”
Ryeowook’s back was to them now and Yesung risked quickly poking his tongue out at Sungmin before Ryeowook turned back around. Sungmin pulled a face back at him, Ryeowook saw it. Yesung snickered.
Ryeowook ignored them both.
“The tree won’t be a problem for much longer.” Ryeowook said. Yesung had the feeling that Ryeowook was talking more to himself then to him and Sungmin. “Yes, Henry will take care of the tree.” Ryeowook placed a delicate finger to his chin, his eyes became distant, his expression thoughtful. Ryeowook was planning something, Yesung could tell.
Yesung sighed almost wistfully. Ryeowook was so beautiful when he was being brilliant.
“Yesung!” Ryeowook said. “Fetch me the files we have on Team Black!”
Yesung nodded and walked though the door that led to his laboratory. It took him a few minutes to find the files because, well, it took him a while to find anything in this mess. But find them he did and he brought them out and handed them to Ryeowook.
“Sungmin,” Ryeowook said as he flipped through the papers. “The Black agent that jumped you, what did he look like?”
“He didn’t jump me.” Sungmin muttered. “The jumping was mutual.”
Yesung snickered again. Sungmin ignored him.
“He was tall.” Sungmin said. “He spoke with an accent, I think he might have been Chinese.”
“Zhou Mi.” Ryeowook said, his eyes narrowed. Yesung was impressed that Ryeowook knew that without properly looking through the files. “Sungmin!”
“Yes, Boss?”
“Go round up Shindong, bring him back here. We need to re-group and go after the Black agent, we’ll get both him and Kyuhyun. If Zhou Mi really did just come here to rescue Kyuhyun, I want to know why Teams White and Black are working together. Yesung, follow me!”
“Yes, boss!”
It happened in slow motion, the really awful kind. The kind where time slows down to the barest crawl so you can see in explicit detail just how much you fucked up. It happened just like that.
Yesung tripped. He wasn’t sure just what he tripped over--probably nothing, but still, he tripped. Instinctively he reached out with his hands to stop himself, to brace for impact. His flailing arms smashed into the little side table, everything on it crashed to the floor. The bottle holding the rest of the serum shattered. The liquid felt almost painfully cold as it splashed on his face and, to his horror, Yesung saw that most of the liquid went not on him but on…
Oh, oh shit.
“Ohhhh.” Yesung dimly heard Sungmin say. “Ohhhh, you are in so much trouble.”
“Sungmin-ah.” Yesung said as he scrambled to his feet. He felt dizzy, already the serum was taking effect. “Sungmin-ah, you have to help me!”
“Oh, no, no, no.” Sungmin said. Yesung saw that Sungmin was now as far across the room, as far away from them as he could get. “Oh no, you got it on you. You stay away from me, I don’t want it on me too.”
Then Sungmin left the room. Yesung might have imagined it, but he thought he heard Sungmin giggle as he went.
*
Ryeowook whimpered. It was a small, helpless sound that spoke to parts of Yesung he’d tried to ignore when it came to his boss. And that wasn’t just the truth serum talking, that concoction was just making the little needy voices shout louder.
Yesung fell to his knees, he just didn’t have the strength to hold himself up, he didn’t have the strength to resist though he knew that he really, really should.
“Wookie-ah.” He breathed out the name, whispered it like it was prayer.
“Yesung.” Ryeowook groaned. He had fallen to his knees too, already his hair was matted with sweat. “Yesungie…what? Help me.” Ryeowook reached out for him and Yesung ached to reach back but…
He shouldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this.
Could he?
He tried to think scientifically, logically. Which was hard to do since thinking wasn’t what he wanted to be doing right then. It was the aphrodisiac, that’s why he was feeling this way, why they were both feeling this way. Yesung heard Ryeowook groan again, it sounded like Ryeowook was groaning Yesung’s name.
Oh god.
When this stuff was injected into you, the truth part of the truth serum was the fasted and most powerful acting. But when it touched your skin…
Yesung felt light headed, dizzy, like all his blood was rushing fast to that one certain spot. Oh god it hurt, it hurt so good. Ryeowook cried out and this time Yesung didn’t even try to fight against the urge to go to him. They fell together in a tangle of limbs and Yesung had the vague notion that they should move this out of this room--they should move this to his laboratory perhaps, there was a bed in there. Well, it was more like a lumpy old sofa that Yesung sometimes fell asleep on, but it would be more comfortable than this floor.
Moving, moving might be a problem though.
Ryeowook clawed at him, scratching at his skin, pulling at his clothes, trying to pull him closer.
“Hyung,” Ryeowook breathed against Yesung’s ear. Yesung shivered, Ryeowook had never called him that before even though Ryeowook was younger than him. Ryeowook was his boss. “Hyung.” Ryeowook said again. Yesung liked the way the word sounded coming from Ryeowook’s lips. “Hyung, when this is over I am going to kill you.”
Ok, Yesung didn’t so much like the way that sounded.
“Wookie-ah, Wookie-ah we shouldn’t do this.” Yesung stammered out the words. He didn’t really mean them but he thought he should say them anyway.
“No, you made me like this.” Ryeowook’s voice was barely a hiss, his breath tickled Yesung’s neck. Ryeowook’s hand cupped Yesung’s crotch. “You’re going to fix me.”
“Yes sir.” It was the only thing Yesung could think of to say.
Ryeowook pushed him down, straddled him, ground himself against Yesung’s erection. This was moving to fast…wait, shouldn’t they be naked for this? Ryeowook obviously had the same thought--about the nakedness. From the desperation with which Ryeowook tore at Yesung’s shirt it was clear that Ryeowook thought things weren’t moving fast enough.
It wasn’t until they were both naked, pressed skin to skin, that Yesung realized there might be a problem with this. Well, there were lots of problems with this, but Yesung could see a pretty big one if things continued heading the way they were heading. It had been a while since he’d been with a guy. Ever since he’d joined Team Grey he’d been saving himself--futilely, or so he thought--for Ryeowook. But he was pretty sure that he still remembered the mechanics of sex, though. They needed things, things they didn’t have to hand right then.
Yesung felt warm, Ryeowook’s skin felt hot, flushed. The concrete floor was soothingly cold against his bare skin. It felt so good, but he had to get up. Had to get up. Ryeowook rubbed against him again, it was really, really hard to concentrate when he did that.
He tried to push Ryeowook up and off him but Ryeowook clung on to him, like a cute little limpet. Right, new tactic. Ryeowook wasn’t all that heavy so Yesung tried pushing himself up while Ryeowook held on to his waist, he climbed shakily to his feet then he gripped Ryeowook’s arms and hauled him to his feet too. Yesung’s legs felt weak, shaky and they gave out under him. He tried to lean on Ryeowook for support but Ryeowook wasn’t faring much better and they both crashed to the floor again.
“This isn’t going well.” Yesung muttered.
“Oh, I think it’s going just fine.” Ryeowook said as he climbed back on top of Yesung.
“But, Wookie-ah. We need…”
Ryeowook kissed him then, Yesung wisely stopped talking.
As Ryeowook kissed him he shifted his hips, rubbing against Yesung’s erection. Yesung groaned into the kiss, he reached down and cupped Ryeowook’s ass with both his hands, pulling Ryeowook forward a little so that all of his weight wasn’t quite so present. If Ryeowook kept this up then Yesung wouldn’t have to worry about the things they were lacking right now because it wasn’t going to get that far, Yesung felt like he was about to come right then and there.
He felt Ryeowook smile. Ryeowook’s breath was barely a soft rush of air, Yesung thought Ryeowook might have been saying something but he couldn’t quite make out the words. Ryeowook sat up again, clawing his hands over Yesung’s chest as he did so. Then Ryeowook leaned off to the side, he stretched out, extending his arms as if reaching for something. Yesung wasn’t sure what Ryeowook was reaching for but he thought he should help, he just wasn’t sure how.
Moving, moving was a problem.
He didn’t want to move, but he didn’t want to stay here like this. He needed, he needed Ryeowook to kiss him again, he wanted to feel Ryeowook riding him, he wanted to tell Ryeowook that he was the most amazing and beautiful thing in the world.
Oh, crap. That would be the truth part of the truth serum kicking in.
Yesung bit his lip, hard enough that he tasted blood. He tried to hold the words back, hold them in.
Ryeowook sat back up then, now he had something in his hands--a bottle of lube. Where had that come from?
“Where did that come from?”
Ryeowook just smiled a sweet little smile that didn’t quite match the look in his eyes. Not for the first time Yesung noted that Ryeowook had the face of an angel but the eyes of a devil.
“Don’t ask such stupid questions.” Ryeowook said. “Just be a good little subordinate and shut up and fuck me.”
“Yes sir!”
So he did.
It was hard and rough and messy and filled with such intense need that Yesung thought his entire being would tear itself apart. His whole body vibrated with need, the need to touch, to taste, to feel. He felt like he couldn’t get close enough, like nothing would ever be enough. He screamed out Ryeowook’s name as he came. He tried to wait for Ryeowook to finish first, but he just couldn’t hold himself back.
Ryeowook followed soon after, he collapsed on top of Yesung, the both of them were spent and exhausted.
“Ryeowookie.” Yesung said softly. He could hear himself talking, he knew that he shouldn’t be talking right now, he should shut up. He should just shut up. But he couldn’t. “Ryeowookie, you’re a bit evil and sometimes you can be really scary…but I like you. I really, really like you.”
“Yesungie.” Ryeowook said, his voice was soft too, breathless. “You’re incompetent and a little annoying…but I like you too.”
*
Yesung thought they must have fallen asleep after that because the next thing he knew he was being jolted awake by the sound of someone screaming.
“OH GOD!” Someone shouted--it sounded like Shindong. “OH GOD I DIDN’T NEED TO SEE THAT! I REALLY DIDN’T NEED TO SEE THAT!!!”
Yesung tried to push himself up to see what the matter was, but Ryeowook was snuggled up close to him and Yesung didn’t want to disturb him.
“Sungmin-ah! Why didn’t you warn me they were doing that?”
“I will not be the only one to feel this pain.” Sungmin said. “Oh, really! You had to do it here? We have to eat in this room you know!”
Yesung heard them both leave, he heard Sungmin stomp away. For a little a guy he sure could make a lot of noise. Yesung knew that he was going to have to move, he was going to have to wake up Ryeowook. They had work to do, enemy agents to find.
In a minute, he would do that in just a minute.
.end chapter seven.