Silk and Collars ch. 17
Title: Silk and Collars
Chapter: 17/?
Pairing: YoungSaeng/Everyone, multiple side pairings
Rating: NC-17
Crossover: Super Junior, DBSK, Big Bang, UKiss
Genre: Angst, AU,
Summary: Silk robes, leather collars, and sex. In this world, pleasing your Master can mean life or death.
A/N: Ongoing RP with curionenene
“Master?”
HyunJoong’s voice was clipped and smooth as he stood before YoungSaeng. Behind him, JungMin shifted nervously - HyunJoong was behaving in a way he’d never seen before, and honestly, it was a bit unnerving.
Still in his full robes, YoungSaeng was seated on the bed, frowning at HyunJoong. "Maybe I have been too lenient with you HyunJoong, but when I give you a command, you do not question it. Especially a command that is for your safety, is that understood?"
“...Very well, master.” Was what HyunJoong said, but the look in his eyes as he stared down at YoungSaeng said otherwise.
"If you have something to say, say it," YoungSaeng said, arms crossing over his chest. "Otherwise you are dismissed for the night."
HyunJoong’s hands were shaking as he looked back down - almost as if he couldn’t stand looking at YoungSaeng. “Tch... you’re just like him.”
"Just like who?" YoungSaeng's head tilted to the side slightly in confusion.
“SeungHyun.”
YoungSaeng was on his feet, striding towards HyunJoong with such an expression that KyuJong was sure the master was going to strike the slave. "What the hell did you just say?"
HyunJoong’s hands curled into fists, and he shook with what seemed like a mixture of fear and anger. “I said you’re exactly like SeungHyun.”
"And in what way am I like SeungHyun?" YoungSaeng said slowly, trembling a little.
“I think you know.” Was HyunJoong’s stiff reply as he glared up at YoungSaeng.
"No, I want you to tell me," YoungSaeng snapped. "I do not hit my slaves, but so help me HyunJoong I will hit you."
“Huh. Hit me then.” HyunJoong goaded, “that’s the thing about you. You say you don’t do a lot of things, but you actually do. You love to sugar-coat and pretend that you actually care about my opinion. But underneath all that, you’re just the same as him. You just want that control. You have softer, more deceptive methods, but that’s all you really want!”
Fist closed, YoungSaeng brought up his hand and slammed it into HyunJoong's cheek. "How dare you! I did care about you, have protected you from that maniac and you have the gall to sit here and compare me to him? Look around you, I am in control here!"
HyunJoong reeled from the punch, his back slamming into the wall from the force. Clutching his cheek, HyunJoong stared back up, angry tears running down from his eyes. “Exactly, you are in control. Why didn’t I see it earlier, that you were the same, even if you smother me with soft words? All you want is my body and my will.”
Seething, YoungSaeng shook his head. "All I have wanted was your trust, but now I can see that effort was wasted on you. KyuJong, take him down to the basement, put him in solitary. No one is to speak to him until I say so." He stalked closer to HyunJoong, eyes narrowed. "I told you at the beginning what this was, and who I was. I can see now I was far too lenient with you." His hand came up again, taking the collar around HyunJoong's neck and pulling it off before handing it to JungMin. "Be glad I loathe SeungHyun so much, or you would be on your way there now. Get out of my sight."
“Gladly.” HyunJoong hissed, practically running from the room. But JungMin could sense the look of hurt and regret when HyunJoong ran past him, and he stared down at the collar in his hand.
KyuJong looked at JungMin with wide eyes before following HyunJoong out of the room. That could not have gone any worse.
"Help me undress," YoungSaeng said sharply to JungMin, turning to go to his closet. He would probably regret his decisions later, but right now he was too angry to think clearly.
Swallowing at the pure rage seething out of YoungSaeng, JungMin hurried to YoungSaeng’s side, doing as his master wished. After a moment, he hesitated, opening his mouth. “YoungSaeng...”
"Don't start JungMin, I am in no mood," YoungSaeng said, his head rolling slightly to loosen his tense muscles. "I don't like it either, but he pushed me."
JungMin sighed, looks like he’d have to be the sacrificial lamb in this. “Yes, but you must understand. He worked up all that nerve to confront SeungHyun thanks to you. What do you think he felt when you suddenly told him he couldn’t? And then you left him stewing there in the basement like that. It’s no wonder that this happened.”
"He's not ready, not nearly ready to confront SeungHyun," YoungSaeng said, feeling his anger fade slightly. "I wanted to explain it to him, but I didn't have time. But to compare me to SeungHyun? That was low, and uncalled for."
“He must have rationalized that since you didn’t let him confront SeungHyun, you must have had other motives.” JungMin mused. “And I have to admit, the way you were going about to encourage him to face his fears can seem like you were motivated by sex if you thought about it the wrong way.”
"I wasn't, though I can maybe see why he would think that," YoungSaeng sighed, rubbing at his forehead. "Dammit, this is not how I wanted things to go, you know me better than this Min." He turned around, getting his simple robes situated on his shoulders. "What should I do?"
“The only thing I can think of is that you have to go and explain, as well as apologize.” JungMin sighed, scratching his head.
"How did I know you were going to say that," YoungSaeng said with a pout. "Fine, I'll go talk to him, and apologize... I shouldn't have hit him. That was very beneath me."
“If you apologize like that he’s only going to hate you more.” JungMin pointed out dryly. “But still, you should wait a bit for him to calm down. A few days maybe.”
"A few days? And let him stew about this for longer?" YoungSaeng shook his head. "No, we'll have dinner, let him eat and then I'll talk to him. Otherwise I'll be anxious and I do not like being anxious."
“How about letting KyuJong talk to him first.” JungMin suggested. “It might not go well if you go down right now. He might be regretting it, but it seems like HyunJoong’s the type to lash out when he’s hurt. And you do have a bit of a temper. Those two things don’t go well together like that.”
YoungSaeng nodded, crossing his arms. "Go find Kyu and ask him to do so, for me. I think I need to be a lone for a bit."
“You sure?” JungMin eyed YoungSaeng. “You’ll be okay on your own?”
"I'll be fine, thank you for your concern," YoungSaeng said with a strained smile. "Have dinner prepared and come get me when it's done."
Sighing ruefully, JungMin gave YoungSaeng a tight hug and a soft kiss. “Alright, YoungSaeng. I will.” He smiled, patting YoungSaeng on the head before he turned to leave.
"Yah, don't mess up my hair," YoungSaeng grumbled, flattening out his hair and going to sit down on his bed. He was going to have to think long and hard about some things before he talked to HyunJoong again.
JungMin smiled as he left YoungSaeng to his own devices, going down the corridor to look for KyuJong.
KyuJong was sulking, shuffling down the corridor with his head down to go to his room. It had been a bad, bad day.
Spotting KyuJong, JungMin ran up to him, “Kyu! Come here a sec, Saeng wants you to talk to HyunJoong and see if you can calm him down.”
Blinking a little, KyuJong stopped, looking at JungMin as if he'd just grown a second head. "Huh? What? What happened?"
“Nothing. I just talked to Saeng a bit and he realized he might have been a bit rash. He wants to go talk to Hyun, but I thought it’d be a good idea that you go talk to him first and see how he is. We don’t have a lot of time, since Saeng wants to have dinner with him before talking to him. If Hyun really isn’t ready, I’ll need ample time to convince Saeng otherwise as well, so...” JungMin trailed off.
"...What a mess," KyuJong groaned. "Fine, I'll go talk to him," he said, turning around to go back down the stairs. "He owes me though, HyunJoong might kill me."
“Thanks, Kyu.” JungMin blew as kiss to KyuJong. “I have to go ask Zhou Mi to prepare dinner. Maybe make all of HyunJoong’s favourite dishes...”
"And Saeng's too," KyuJong called back over his shoulder before disappearing down the stairs again. At the bottom of the stairs he walked down the hallway, glancing at the locked door at the end of the hall before turning to a different door. He knocked lightly before taking the key off the wall and unlocking it. "HyunJoong? It's me again, I'm coming," he said, opening the door slowly.
HyunJoong didn’t look up from where he sat, curled up, on the floor. He only muttered. “Didn’t he order all of you not to talk to me unless he said otherwise? Oh, wait, I see. He said otherwise, huh?”
"One thing you learn around here is Saeng has even greater mood swings than JungMin," KyuJong said, shutting the door behind him. "I think he's regretting what happened already, and he wants to talk to you after dinner."
“I see. So we have to go at his pace, huh?” HyunJoong’s voice was bitter, fingers curling into his robes.
"We don't have to go at his pace, we go at whatever pace you're comfortable with," KyuJong said, taking a seat across from him. "Do you want him to continue to be angry? To keep you locked up down here? You have any idea what would happen if he didn't want you to stay here? He could easily go to YunHo and say you're untrainable, and if that is the case, you're not just sent back to the real world."
“Is that a threat, KyuJong?” HyunJoong’s voice was soft and filled with cynicism. “Is that what he told you to warn me about?”
"He didn't tell me anything, he doesn't make threats and neither do I," KyuJong said, not bothered by the tone. "I am just making you aware of the reality of the situation. Honestly HyunJoong, you aren't entirely blameless for what happened. You and I both know that Saeng isn't anything like SeungHyun, and that he is a good man doing what he has to in this situation. That wasn't fair to him."
HyunJoong fell silent at that and he didn’t speak for a long while.
Finally, he sighed, whispering. “I know...”
"You were both angry and said and did things that weren't appropriate... he does care about you, you have to know that," KyuJong continued. "He cares about all of us, and not just because we're slaves. I know he cares about you more than he probably should as well. The meeting with SeungHyun rattled him, and he took it out on you."
“You’re wrong about that though...” HyunJoong interjected. “You’re wrong... about him caring more about me than he should.”
"And why do you think that?" KyuJong tilted his head to the side. "You do know he's purposefully delayed taking you to auction several times now, don't you? You should have gone months ago, but he keeps pushing it off."
“It’s just because he’s a good person.” HyunJoong looked up, finally revealing the tears that had been streaming donw his eyes. “He’s a good person, KyuJong, and I repaid him by comparing him to that lowlife.”
Sniffling, HyunJoong hugged his knees. “I don’t know why I didn’t that, KyuJong, why I said all those things. But when I thought about it, I realized that all the things he did, it wasn’t because of me. It was just what he’d have done for anybody, and I don’t know why... but it hurt so much. That thought...”
"Yes, he is a good person, and some of the things he does he would do for anyone," KyuJong said, eyes sad as he watched HyunJoong. "You are different to him, I can see it in the way he looks at you. He wants to keep you here Hyun, even though he knows he can't. He doesn't do that for just anyone, only people he thinks are special."
“No, I’m not. He doesn’t want to keep me here, especially.” HyunJoong shook his head, whispering. “I think, that maybe after we have sex or something, he won’t treat me specially anymore.”
KyuJong winced slightly at that, shaking his head. "No, you're wrong, you are special. If you weren't, he wouldn't even care. I think you've noticed by now that HyungJoon doesn't spend much time with YoungSaeng yes? That's because YoungSaeng didn't really choose to have him here, it was just a matter of convenience since he has a traveling ability. Now, he loves HyungJoon, but he doesn't spend nearly as much time with him as say, JungMin, or you."
“So what if I am, special?” HyunJoong curled up even more. “Even if I am, like you say, it’ll only hurt more when leaving.”
"I know, and he knows it too," KyuJong said with a sigh. "I just don't want you to think that he doesn't care about what happens to you. He wouldn't go out of his way to make arrangements with YunHo for your placement if he didn't care. He's not me, he's not only interested in sex, he's just trying to help you."
Swallowing, HyunJoong didn’t know what to say to that, and when he opened his mouth, the only thing that came out was a choked sob, the tears rushing out harder than before.
Heart aching, KyuJong slid across the floor to sit next to HyunJoong, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "It'll be okay, I know it will. Emotions were high today, and it's all that asshole SeungHyun's fault. YoungSaeng banned him from the house by the way."
HyunJoong leaned into KyuJong’s shoulder, grateful for the contact. “...YoungSaeng sent you down here to see how I was faring first, didn’t he?” HyunJoong asked after a while, sniffling, “He’s coming down soon, after you go up?”
"I was sent down to help calm you down, because he wanted to talk to you, and I'm sure you wouldn't be so receptive if he had just come down here," KyuJong said, running his hand slowly up and down HyunJoong's arm. "He'll be down after he eats dinner, so probably another hour or so. I can stay with you until then."
Resting his head onto KyuJong’s shoulder, HyunJoong closed his eyes. “I see... what am I going to say to him?”
"I think you should let him talk first, let him blabber on and say everything he needs to say, and go from there," KyuJong said softly.
HyunJoong nodded slowly. “Don’t you dare tell YoungSaeng about what I told you though... I don’t want him to know.”
"Told me what?" KyuJong looked at him with a wide eyed innocent look, then he winked.
HyunJoong chuckled, opening his eyes in time to see the wink. “Thanks. You’re a good man too, KyuJong.”
"I try, and at least I'm upfront about being sex crazed," KyuJong chuckled, giving HyunJoong a slight squeeze of his shoulder.
“What does that mean?” HyunJoong shook his head, expression amused, wiping the tears from his face.
"It means that I'm being completely honest when I say I wouldn't mind being fucked by you, or giving you a blow job, or anything else," KyuJong said blandly. "I like sex, a lot, and it's why I love this place so much. All the sex I want."
HyunJoong snorted, shaking his head. “Are you saying you want to take advantage of my current vulnerable emotional state and have sex with me?”
"No, I would never take advantage of you," KyuJong said seriously, but he grinned. "But I wouldn't say no if you offered."
HyunJoong sighed, then turned to KyuJong seriously. “I don’t know if I could ever offer something like that. But... let’s just say if you kiss me now, I wouldn’t push you away.”
"Oh?" KyuJong tucked his fingers under HyunJoong's chin, looking over his features. "Are you needing some physical affection your little fight with the master then?" he murmured, leaning in close until he could feel the hot breath against his lips.
“Maybe.” HyunJoong whispered back, slowly closing his eyes and inching even closer until their lips ghosted over each others.
Which probably meant it wasn't KyuJong that HyunJoong was thinking of right at that moment, but that hadn't stopped him before, so it wouldn't stop him now. He flicked his tongue over HyunJoong's lips before pressing against them in a slow gentle kiss.
The touch of another lips calmed HyunJoong for once. And he breathed into the kiss, letting KyuJong lead him, hands wrapping themselves around KyuJong’s slim waist.
KyuJong framed HyunJoong's face with his hands, tilting the man's head to the side to deepen the kiss even further. As the kiss grew more heated, KyuJong slid into HyunJoong's lap, straddling his thighs and continuing to move his mouth over HyunJoong's.
HyunJoong’s thoughts grew more muddled the longer the kiss went. It wasn’t KyuJong in his mind as he moaned, breaking for a short moment before diving back in. But he didn’t force himself to think, only act, hands teasing their way under KyuJong’s robes.
KyuJong's body moved into the hands, moaning softly into the kiss. His own hands were sliding down HyunJoong's firm chest, pressing against the fabric in search for the ties to his robe.
HyunJoong wasn’t sure what KyuJong was doing, but it damned right felt good. Breaking for air, he panted softly, concentrating enough to say. “So this is your form of... mmm... physical affection...”
Chuckling softly, KyuJong nodded. "It is, I hope that's okay with you, I can stop any time," he said, fingers still working on the ties to HyunJoong's robe, though slower in case he was told otherwise.
“No... it’s alright.” HyunJoong sighed, stroking KyuJong’s sides. “I think I need this.”
KyuJong smiled, finishing untying HyunJoong's robes and pushing the fabric away from his chest. He hoped this would help a little with HyunJoong's issues. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to HyunJoong's chest, tongue and teeth worrying at bits of skin as he worked his way down.
HyunJoong’s breath hitched at the attention, and licking his suddenly dry lips, he mewled softly, urging KyuJong on.
KyuJong did go on, his fingers teasing over HyunJoong's bare skin, his lips continuing on down HyunJoong's chest and belly. His eyes flickered up to HyunJoong's as he gently pushed the fabric off of HyunJoong's lap. "You want more?" he asked in a whisper, scooting down and getting comfortable, kissing a path up HyunJoong's thigh.
The whine which escaped surprised him, as did how fast his length stiffened with each kiss growing closer to it. And moaning into the back of his hand, he pleaded. “Please...”
Smiling at the plea, KyuJong spread HyunJoong's legs slightly so he could kneel between them comfortably. "What's that HyunJoong? I don't think I heard you," he said, rubbing HyunJoong's erection against his cheek and nose, nuzzling it like a cat.
HyunJoong bucked against the heat, trying to get closer to it. “Mmmph... KyuJong! Please...” He whined insistently now, half pleading, half glaring at KyuJong.
"What, you want this?" KyuJong's mouth opened a little, his tongue snaking out to lick up the underside of the shaft.
HyunJoong shivered, moaning at the fleeting heat KyuJong’s tongue gave him, before shivering at the cold the trail of saliva left. “Yes... more...”
"I think I can do that," KyuJong grinned, his hands coming up beside his mouth. One held HyunJoong's cock steady as he mouthed along the tip, the other pressing against HyunJoong's balls to play with.
Words failed HyunJoong now. Having not had any action since YoungSaeng and JungMin had taken turns on him, HyunJoong was long overdue for some sexual attention, and it showed. “Kyu...” He breathed, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. “Don’t tease...”
KyuJong pouted a little, batting his eyes slowly before he plunged his whole mouth down around HyunJoong's erection, moaning softly at the taste. He slid back up, tongue working at the underside of the shaft before taking it in entirely again, repeating the action in a slow drawn out way.
HyunJoong couldn’t help the twitch of his hips, no matter how he tried to control it. The heat surrounding him was magnificent, and he whined whenever KyuJong pulled up - even that temporary loss of heat made him needy.
That just made KyuJong moan loader, working HyunJoong's length with his mouth and hand. So wrapped up in what he was doing, he didn't even hear the light knock on the door behind him.
Neither did HyunJoong, and he didn’t even hear the halted greeting that sounded when the door opened, only moaning louder at KyuJong’s administrations.
“... Okay.” JungMin’s eyes were entirely glued at the scene. He wasn’t sure what to say, honestly.
YoungSaeng's eyebrows went up, but he didn't say anything. "Well this is a little unexpected," he murmured, glancing up at JungMin. "What do you think?"
JungMin glanced at YoungSaeng before shrugging. “I’ve given up thinking anything normal happens here anymore so... maybe we should join.”
Chuckling at that, YoungSaeng stepped into the room, lips pursed a little as he bent over and smacked KyuJong hard on the ass.
Luckily for HyunJoong, KyuJong reared up, making a yelping sound as he whirled around. "Master!" he squeaked. "I didn't...!"
"I didn't say stop, Kyu," YoungSaeng said, motioning for JungMin to join him. "Were you going to let him fuck you HyunJoong?"
HyunJoong had let out an embarrassing whine when KyuJong stopped, only to gaze wide-eyed at YoungSaeng. “S-s-saeng! I... what? No! I mean... uh...”
“He’s so cute when he’s stuttering like this.” JungMin commented, leaning down to kiss HyunJoong’s length, earning a whine from the newer slave.
"He really is," YoungSaeng nodded, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed, watching KyuJong and JungMin take turns in sucking HyunJoong off. "I guess our talk will have to wait till later HyunJoong, but you seem far less angry now."
HyunJoong probably would have had something to say to that, except his mind was now locked firmly behind a barrier of needy lust, and the only thing he offered to YoungSaeng verbally was a very needy. “Hnnnngh...”
"KyuJong, go find some lube," YoungSaeng said, the slave looking up with a pout, but nodded and left the room at a run. YoungSaeng walked the few steps over, kneeling down next to HyunJoong, watching JungMin continue where KyuJong had left off. "JungMin and KyuJong give the best head, don't they?" he asked conversationally.
HyunJoong stared blankly at YoungSaeng for a moment, his brain not even beginning to translate the words. But then JungMin did a trick with his tongue that had HyunJoong bucking into the other slave’s mouth, and pretty much answered YoungSaeng’s question.
YoungSaeng chuckled softly, running his hand through JungMin's hair. "They fuck really good too, but I don't think you're ready for that, are you HyunJoong?" He heard KyuJong step back into the room, the door closing behind him and rejoining JungMin between HyunJoong's knees.
Honestly, everything YoungSaeng said was received through his cock and translated into ‘fuck, good and ready’, and HyunJoong’s only response was biting the back of his hand to muffle the moan at the doubling of attention to his little friend.
Feeling a little ignored, YoungSaeng stood up, undoing the ties on his robes to let them drop before sitting down next to HyunJoong. "JungMin," he crooked a finger at the slave, his legs falling open.
Grinning, JungMin stood up. He’d been wondering when his master would crack. “What would you like me to do, master?” He asked, lips slightly swollen from all the attention he’d given HyunJoong.
"Continue," YoungSaeng said, pointing down, his own erection twitching. "For now, I do expect to be fucked at some point, though I'm not so picky as to who."
With JungMin gone, KyuJong had doubled his efforts on HyunJoong, teasing with his tongue and fingers.
JungMin laughed, “You’re hoping it’ll be HyunJoong right? I doubt he’s in any position to though, but maybe we can arrange something.” Then he bent down, enveloping YoungSaeng’s erection in one fell swoop.
HyunJoong couldn’t hold on anymore, and with a strained cry, came without warning, squirting into KyuJong’s mouth.
YoungSaeng swore softly, his head falling back against the wall, he heard KyuJong moan, greedily swallowing everything HyunJoong was releasing. "I can hope at least, he looks like he'd be a good fuck," YoungSaeng said, running a hand through JungMin's hair.
JungMin laughed at that, lips vibrating around YoungSaeng’s length, and he pulled up, gently massaging YoungSaeng’s balls with his hand.
HyunJoong’s head fell back, his mind swooning from exertion, body boneless from the experience.
Moaning, YoungSaeng's fingers tightened in JungMin's hair, hips bucking slightly into JungMin's mouth. "Fuck, Min," he hissed, resisting the urge to hold the slave steady and fuck his mouth.
Licking HyunJoong clean, KyuJong sat back up, leaning up to kiss HyunJoong's cheek lightly. "Need more?" he asked quietly.
“Huh?” HyunJoong answered intelligently, nuzzling a little into KyuJong’s side.
JungMin gagged a little, but took it all into stride, free hand holding down YoungSaeng’s hips as he bobbed his head, marveling again at the thick texture of YoungSaeng’s cock.
YoungSaeng hissed, his eyes closing as his freehand reached next to him, grabbing HyunJoong's arm. JungMin was always good at this, and he probably wouldn't last long.
"Mmm, nothing," KyuJong chuckled, patting HyunJoong's cheek as he looked over at JungMin and YoungSaeng. "Guess we get to enjoy the show."
HyunJoong turned to look, gulping as he realized what was happening right beside him, but he couldn’t move, not with YoungSaeng clutching onto him.
JungMin began to double his speed, trying to bring YoungSaeng to his end. There was a stirring in his loins, and the sounds YoungSaeng was making wasn’t helping any.
YoungSaeng was making soft little keening noises, his eyes closed shut tightly and mouth working. "Min," he gasped, the orgasm that had been building finally releasing.
HyunJoong couldn’t help the gulp as he watched YoungSaeng coming to his end, JungMin easily milking up whatever his master gave, and when it was over, coming up with a pop and licked his lips.
Sighing softly, YoungSaeng's eyes opened and he looked down at JungMin with a smile. "mmm.. very good, but now you have a problem," he said, seeing JungMin's half hard erection. "I want to watch you fuck Kyu."
JungMin glanced over at KyuJong, and grinned. “With pleasure.” And he marched over to KyuJong, climbing over the other slave.
KyuJong laughed, accepting JungMin with open arms, even if he was pretty much still in HyunJoong's lap. "What about you master, I thought you wanted it?" KyuJong asked, giving JungMin a kiss and a nip to his bottom lip.
"I can wait," YoungSaeng said, relaxing and sagging against HyunJoong. "Besides, you two look so good together, JungMin can fuck me later."
HyunJoong, stuck in the middle of it all, could only stared goggle-eyed at it, his face turning pink.
YoungSaeng glanced up at HyunJoong, reaching with his hand to turn the man to look towards him by his chin. "I apologize, for what happened," he said softly to not disturb JungMin and KyuJong. "I was only thinking to protect you."
HyunJoong’d nearly forgotten about the fight, and his eyes softened as he fidgeted nervously at the apology. “No... I should apologize. It was unfair, what I said.”
"And it was unfair that I didn't give you a proper explanation," YoungSaeng said, stroking HyunJoong's cheek gently. "You do need to face him one day, but not today. He threatened me today, and I can only imagine what he would have done if you were there."
“He threatened you?” HyunJoong’s eyes widened. “Are you alright? What did he do?”
"I'm fine," YoungSaeng reassured him, glancing at how things were progressing between JungMin and KyuJong. "He's gathering supporters to move against YunHo, and said he would go easy on me if I gave you to him. I had him thrown out and he will no longer be able to come to my house. So you don't have to worry about that."
HyunJoong eyes softened, he’d been here long enough to know what that meant. “Doesn’t that still mean trouble for you?” He reached up, touching YoungSaeng’s cheek. He shifted a little, trying to get JungMin’s hand off his stomach, and the other obliged, curling around KyuJong’s leg instead.
"No, it means trouble for all of us," YoungSaeng said, leaning into the touch. "If SeungHyun has enough supporters, it could mean a civil war amongst the hierarchy, and that would probably ruin us all." KyuJong was making soft panting sounds, moans and grunts growing with each of JungMin's thrusts. "I won't be punished for his threats, if that's what you're worried about."
HyunJoong sighed, pulling YoungSaeng into a hug. “Still, maybe you would have pacified him if you complied... I’m sorry I’m causing so much trouble.” He ignored the groans beside him as JungMin began to sped up, pushing in deeper and deeper with each thrust.
"You are not the cause of the trouble," YoungSaeng said, resting his cheek against HyunJoong's shoulder. "You are just a pawn to him. I won't let him have you, not ever." His lips pursed together. "Don't they look just perfect together?" he asked, KyuJong's head thrown back, back arching off the floor and his nails digging into JungMin's back. "Sometimes I wonder why they even bother with me."
HyunJoong turned to look, and managed not to blush. Then at YoungSaeng’s question, he blinked. “But they love you very much as well, YoungSaeng.”
"Not as much as they love each other," YoungSaeng replied quietly, even though they wouldn't hear him with how loud they were. "You are free to leave the room now, if you'd like... you don't have to stay and watch any more of this if you don't want."
HyunJoong stared at YoungSaeng and the unfathomable expression on his master’s face. Shaking his head slowly, HyunJoong reached for YoungSaeng hand. “No... I’ll stay. I’m not really looking at them anyway.” And as if to prove his point, he didn’t even flinch when JungMin roared as he released into KyuJong, having reached his boiling point.
YoungSaeng smiled, his fingers catching HyunJoong's and curling around them lightly. He heard KyuJong's cry but barely glanced at them again. "You're getting better," he said, scooting closer to HyunJoong. "Maybe one day soon you really will want to fuck me."
HyunJoong blushed at that, curling his fingers as well and completing the hold. “Yeah... maybe I will...” He mumbled before his blushed deepened even further.
"You should have shown up a little earlier, Master," KyuJong drawled from where he was curled up against JungMin. "He might not have minded so much before he came from the blowjob."
"Hmm.. possible," YoungSaeng chuckled at that, leaning over to kiss HyunJoong's cheek. "Maybe next time."
HyunJoong was so pink that JungMin laughed at his expression, dodging the half hearted swipe HyunJoong made at him.
"Well I don't know about the rest of you, but the floor isn't exactly where I want to spend the rest of my night," YoungSaeng said, sitting up and pulling his clothes closer to get dressed. "HyunJoong, we should probably talk more in my room."
HyunJoong nodded, frowning at JungMin who was making smooching faces at him, and whacking him on the head as he stood up.
"You two, make sure the other two have eaten and aren't planning a mutiny or something," YoungSaeng said, getting up as well and pulling on his robes. "And have HyungJoon take a message to HeeChul, I think it's time for me to pay a visit and talk to him about what's happened."
JungMin laughed, saluting YoungSaeng as he left. “Roger!”
HyunJoong rolled his eyes, tying up his robes with some difficult and following after YoungSaeng.
"Don't forget!" YoungSaeng called over his shoulder. Out in the hall, YoungSaeng stopped, looking down the hall towards a closed door. "I want to show you something HyunJoong, I shouldn't, but it may be necessary if things go badly," he said, glancing up at him before turning and moving towards the closed door.
“What?” HyunJoong blinked, frowning at YoungSaeng’s statement, hurrying after YoungSaeng.
At the door, YoungSaeng looked at HyunJoong again, his expression serious. "There is a secret every house holds, one that a slave is bound to keep when they are fully bonded to a master. Because you and I are not fully bonded, you will be able to share this secret with others but you must give me your word you will not share this."
HyunJoong’s eyes widened, and swallowing, he nodded. “I swear. I won’t share this... at least willingly. Are you sure? What if... SeungHyun manages to get his hands on me? I don’t know what will happen then...”
"We will just have to make sure that doesn't happen," YoungSaeng said, giving HyunJoong a small smile before turning to the door. The lock was a series of four dials that YoungSaeng turned until there was a small click, the door opening slightly. Opening the door, he stepped in first, glancing at HyunJoong behind him. "Have you seen any of the others use their abilities while I was away from the house?" he asked, motioning HyunJoong inside.
“I... yeah.” HyunJoong nodded, thinking about it, eyes wide as he followed YoungSaeng inside.
"A slave draws his power through me," YoungSaeng continued, taking HyunJoong's hand and leading him down another long hallway. "But a master is not the only source of power in the house. I told you that things from the real world don't work here, plants don't grow, there's no rain or weather of any kind other than those like KyuJong. So how is it we have refrigerators or microwaves or televisions? What is the source of that power?" YoungSaeng didn't wait for HyunJoong to reply, reaching the end of the hallway where there was another door that he had opened. On the other side was a circular room, the only thing inside being a large glowing green stone on top of a pedestal.
"This is the secret we all must keep, the source of power that protects us all in this house," YoungSaeng said quietly, pulling HyunJoong forward. "This is a touch stone."
HyunJoong’s eyes grew wider with each revelation, and he stared at the stone at the top of the pedestal, glancing at YoungSaeng. “This is... the source of power? That means... if it’s taken away...?”
"It means the house would be defenseless," YoungSaeng said with a soft sigh. "You haven't seen or felt the defenses around the house, but there is a barrier that keeps enemies out. I can bar people, like SeungHyun from entering the barrier if I choose. I may not be an important house to some, but I am the best at what I do, which is why I have two powerful slaves at my command. JungMin and KyuJong are as much my friends as they are my guardians. They keep me, and most importantly the touch stone safe."
“I see...” HyunJoong nodded in understanding. And he realized that YoungSaeng was showing a great deal of trust by telling him this. “But... why are you telling me this now?”
"Because if something were to happen, if SeungHyun manages to do something and infiltrates this house, you along with the others have a responsibility to keep this stone safe. Also, it will protect you if I were to die. You would just need to get here, into this room with the stone."
HyunJoong’s eyes widened, gripping onto YoungSaeng’s hand. “But you won’t die, right? You won’t.”
"Well I'm not planning to," YoungSaeng soothed, squeezing HyunJoong's hand lightly. "But I just want you to be aware of the possibilities. There seems to be some things going on out of my control, and I will do my best to make sure you are all safe."
HyunJoong looked down, biting his lip. Then gathering his courage, he wrapped YoungSaeng in a hug. “Thank you for protecting me.” He whispered.
YoungSaeng smiled, his arms winding around HyunJoong's waist and buried his nose in the man's chest. "I do my best," he said softly. "But from now on, if I give you a command, I expect you to follow it, no questions asked."
HyunJoong laughed softly at that, although his voice shook a little. “Yes, master. I’m sorry for earlier.”
Pulling back, YoungSaeng cupped HyunJoong's jaw with his hand, smiling up at him. "And I'm sorry as well for not explaining myself properly. SeungHyun had me so rattled I wasn't thinking clearly. Shall we go?"
HyunJoong nodded, grinning slightly. “Yes. What do you want to do, YoungSaeng?”
"Hmm.. other than you? Sleep," YoungSaeng chuckled, pulling away and starting towards the door.
HyunJoong turned pink again when he realized what YoungSaeng meant, before scurrying after YoungSaeng.
Leaving the basement, YoungSaeng climbed up the stairs and headed towards the upper levels and into his room. "So is there something about KyuJong that you let your guard down around him?" he asked, collapsing onto one of the couches, putting his feet up. "You were definitely enjoying what he was doing."
HyunJoong was blushing a lot these days. “Erm... no... it was just... I was caught up in the moment.” He mumbled, fidgeting awkwardly, before creeping into one of the chairs and sat down fiddling his thumbs.
"Well, I need to be around more often when you get caught up in a moment like that," YoungSaeng mused, watching him. "Why don't you come over here, sit next to me," he said, patting the couch.
HyunJoong jerked up, looking like a deer in headlights before scurrying over to YoungSaeng’s side.
"You're not that comfortable around me, are you?" YoungSaeng asked with a small frown. "What can I do to help make you comfortable with me?"
“Huh?” HyunJoong bit his lip then shook his head. “Not it’s just... that your teasing gets to me...”
YoungSaeng sighed, looking down at his hands. "I'm sorry, I've been trying to be good, but it's hard when I'm around you... in more ways than one," he said, wincing a little. "I'll try to keep those comments to myself."
“It’s alright.” HyunJoong shook his head. “I should learn to not be so affected by them. Take them as training.” He nodded seriously, a determined look on his face.
YoungSaeng sat up, leaning forward a little, his head tilted to the side. "So if this is part of your training, then I should say anything and everything that comes to mind?" he mused. "Because I'll be honest with you, I was a little sad that I wasn't able to get anything from you earlier, had to sit back and watch KyuJong and JungMin suck you off, and I didn't get fucked like I wanted."
Turning into the colour of a beet root, HyunJoong stuttered. ‘R-r-really? Uhm... okay?” he voice went off a little into a high pitch squeak before he coughed. “Ahem... uhmm... maybe... next time?”
"Hmm, I wish I could hold you to that," YoungSaeng sighed. "Well, I think it's time for sleep, are you tired?"
Now that HyunJoong thought about it, he was. “Yeah... I am...”
"Sleep it is," YoungSaeng nodded, getting to his feet and holding out a hand to HyunJoong.
Taking the hand, HyunJoong paused and pressed his lips to it experimentally.
Perking a brow at that, a small smile crept up onto YoungSaeng's lips. "Be careful HyunJoong, or I will hold you to it."
Jerking in surprise, HyunJoong looked down and blushed. “I’m just... trying things out.”
"Well it's a nice start at least," YoungSaeng said, tugging on HyunJoong's hand lightly. "I'm definitely not complaining."
HyunJoong didn’t look at YoungSaeng, but followed the tug and sat down on the bed.
Untying his robes, YoungSaeng slid in under the covers and curled up.
Slinking up beside YoungSaeng, HyunJoong nuzzled his face into YoungSaeng’s back, hiding his smile.
"Goodnight, HyunJoong," YoungSaeng murmured, sighing softly.
“Goodnight.” HyunJoong mumbled back, breath tickling the back of YoungSaeng skin.
Chapter: 17/?
Pairing: YoungSaeng/Everyone, multiple side pairings
Rating: NC-17
Crossover: Super Junior, DBSK, Big Bang, UKiss
Genre: Angst, AU,
Summary: Silk robes, leather collars, and sex. In this world, pleasing your Master can mean life or death.
A/N: Ongoing RP with curionenene
“Master?”
HyunJoong’s voice was clipped and smooth as he stood before YoungSaeng. Behind him, JungMin shifted nervously - HyunJoong was behaving in a way he’d never seen before, and honestly, it was a bit unnerving.
Still in his full robes, YoungSaeng was seated on the bed, frowning at HyunJoong. "Maybe I have been too lenient with you HyunJoong, but when I give you a command, you do not question it. Especially a command that is for your safety, is that understood?"
“...Very well, master.” Was what HyunJoong said, but the look in his eyes as he stared down at YoungSaeng said otherwise.
"If you have something to say, say it," YoungSaeng said, arms crossing over his chest. "Otherwise you are dismissed for the night."
HyunJoong’s hands were shaking as he looked back down - almost as if he couldn’t stand looking at YoungSaeng. “Tch... you’re just like him.”
"Just like who?" YoungSaeng's head tilted to the side slightly in confusion.
“SeungHyun.”
YoungSaeng was on his feet, striding towards HyunJoong with such an expression that KyuJong was sure the master was going to strike the slave. "What the hell did you just say?"
HyunJoong’s hands curled into fists, and he shook with what seemed like a mixture of fear and anger. “I said you’re exactly like SeungHyun.”
"And in what way am I like SeungHyun?" YoungSaeng said slowly, trembling a little.
“I think you know.” Was HyunJoong’s stiff reply as he glared up at YoungSaeng.
"No, I want you to tell me," YoungSaeng snapped. "I do not hit my slaves, but so help me HyunJoong I will hit you."
“Huh. Hit me then.” HyunJoong goaded, “that’s the thing about you. You say you don’t do a lot of things, but you actually do. You love to sugar-coat and pretend that you actually care about my opinion. But underneath all that, you’re just the same as him. You just want that control. You have softer, more deceptive methods, but that’s all you really want!”
Fist closed, YoungSaeng brought up his hand and slammed it into HyunJoong's cheek. "How dare you! I did care about you, have protected you from that maniac and you have the gall to sit here and compare me to him? Look around you, I am in control here!"
HyunJoong reeled from the punch, his back slamming into the wall from the force. Clutching his cheek, HyunJoong stared back up, angry tears running down from his eyes. “Exactly, you are in control. Why didn’t I see it earlier, that you were the same, even if you smother me with soft words? All you want is my body and my will.”
Seething, YoungSaeng shook his head. "All I have wanted was your trust, but now I can see that effort was wasted on you. KyuJong, take him down to the basement, put him in solitary. No one is to speak to him until I say so." He stalked closer to HyunJoong, eyes narrowed. "I told you at the beginning what this was, and who I was. I can see now I was far too lenient with you." His hand came up again, taking the collar around HyunJoong's neck and pulling it off before handing it to JungMin. "Be glad I loathe SeungHyun so much, or you would be on your way there now. Get out of my sight."
“Gladly.” HyunJoong hissed, practically running from the room. But JungMin could sense the look of hurt and regret when HyunJoong ran past him, and he stared down at the collar in his hand.
KyuJong looked at JungMin with wide eyes before following HyunJoong out of the room. That could not have gone any worse.
"Help me undress," YoungSaeng said sharply to JungMin, turning to go to his closet. He would probably regret his decisions later, but right now he was too angry to think clearly.
Swallowing at the pure rage seething out of YoungSaeng, JungMin hurried to YoungSaeng’s side, doing as his master wished. After a moment, he hesitated, opening his mouth. “YoungSaeng...”
"Don't start JungMin, I am in no mood," YoungSaeng said, his head rolling slightly to loosen his tense muscles. "I don't like it either, but he pushed me."
JungMin sighed, looks like he’d have to be the sacrificial lamb in this. “Yes, but you must understand. He worked up all that nerve to confront SeungHyun thanks to you. What do you think he felt when you suddenly told him he couldn’t? And then you left him stewing there in the basement like that. It’s no wonder that this happened.”
"He's not ready, not nearly ready to confront SeungHyun," YoungSaeng said, feeling his anger fade slightly. "I wanted to explain it to him, but I didn't have time. But to compare me to SeungHyun? That was low, and uncalled for."
“He must have rationalized that since you didn’t let him confront SeungHyun, you must have had other motives.” JungMin mused. “And I have to admit, the way you were going about to encourage him to face his fears can seem like you were motivated by sex if you thought about it the wrong way.”
"I wasn't, though I can maybe see why he would think that," YoungSaeng sighed, rubbing at his forehead. "Dammit, this is not how I wanted things to go, you know me better than this Min." He turned around, getting his simple robes situated on his shoulders. "What should I do?"
“The only thing I can think of is that you have to go and explain, as well as apologize.” JungMin sighed, scratching his head.
"How did I know you were going to say that," YoungSaeng said with a pout. "Fine, I'll go talk to him, and apologize... I shouldn't have hit him. That was very beneath me."
“If you apologize like that he’s only going to hate you more.” JungMin pointed out dryly. “But still, you should wait a bit for him to calm down. A few days maybe.”
"A few days? And let him stew about this for longer?" YoungSaeng shook his head. "No, we'll have dinner, let him eat and then I'll talk to him. Otherwise I'll be anxious and I do not like being anxious."
“How about letting KyuJong talk to him first.” JungMin suggested. “It might not go well if you go down right now. He might be regretting it, but it seems like HyunJoong’s the type to lash out when he’s hurt. And you do have a bit of a temper. Those two things don’t go well together like that.”
YoungSaeng nodded, crossing his arms. "Go find Kyu and ask him to do so, for me. I think I need to be a lone for a bit."
“You sure?” JungMin eyed YoungSaeng. “You’ll be okay on your own?”
"I'll be fine, thank you for your concern," YoungSaeng said with a strained smile. "Have dinner prepared and come get me when it's done."
Sighing ruefully, JungMin gave YoungSaeng a tight hug and a soft kiss. “Alright, YoungSaeng. I will.” He smiled, patting YoungSaeng on the head before he turned to leave.
"Yah, don't mess up my hair," YoungSaeng grumbled, flattening out his hair and going to sit down on his bed. He was going to have to think long and hard about some things before he talked to HyunJoong again.
JungMin smiled as he left YoungSaeng to his own devices, going down the corridor to look for KyuJong.
KyuJong was sulking, shuffling down the corridor with his head down to go to his room. It had been a bad, bad day.
Spotting KyuJong, JungMin ran up to him, “Kyu! Come here a sec, Saeng wants you to talk to HyunJoong and see if you can calm him down.”
Blinking a little, KyuJong stopped, looking at JungMin as if he'd just grown a second head. "Huh? What? What happened?"
“Nothing. I just talked to Saeng a bit and he realized he might have been a bit rash. He wants to go talk to Hyun, but I thought it’d be a good idea that you go talk to him first and see how he is. We don’t have a lot of time, since Saeng wants to have dinner with him before talking to him. If Hyun really isn’t ready, I’ll need ample time to convince Saeng otherwise as well, so...” JungMin trailed off.
"...What a mess," KyuJong groaned. "Fine, I'll go talk to him," he said, turning around to go back down the stairs. "He owes me though, HyunJoong might kill me."
“Thanks, Kyu.” JungMin blew as kiss to KyuJong. “I have to go ask Zhou Mi to prepare dinner. Maybe make all of HyunJoong’s favourite dishes...”
"And Saeng's too," KyuJong called back over his shoulder before disappearing down the stairs again. At the bottom of the stairs he walked down the hallway, glancing at the locked door at the end of the hall before turning to a different door. He knocked lightly before taking the key off the wall and unlocking it. "HyunJoong? It's me again, I'm coming," he said, opening the door slowly.
HyunJoong didn’t look up from where he sat, curled up, on the floor. He only muttered. “Didn’t he order all of you not to talk to me unless he said otherwise? Oh, wait, I see. He said otherwise, huh?”
"One thing you learn around here is Saeng has even greater mood swings than JungMin," KyuJong said, shutting the door behind him. "I think he's regretting what happened already, and he wants to talk to you after dinner."
“I see. So we have to go at his pace, huh?” HyunJoong’s voice was bitter, fingers curling into his robes.
"We don't have to go at his pace, we go at whatever pace you're comfortable with," KyuJong said, taking a seat across from him. "Do you want him to continue to be angry? To keep you locked up down here? You have any idea what would happen if he didn't want you to stay here? He could easily go to YunHo and say you're untrainable, and if that is the case, you're not just sent back to the real world."
“Is that a threat, KyuJong?” HyunJoong’s voice was soft and filled with cynicism. “Is that what he told you to warn me about?”
"He didn't tell me anything, he doesn't make threats and neither do I," KyuJong said, not bothered by the tone. "I am just making you aware of the reality of the situation. Honestly HyunJoong, you aren't entirely blameless for what happened. You and I both know that Saeng isn't anything like SeungHyun, and that he is a good man doing what he has to in this situation. That wasn't fair to him."
HyunJoong fell silent at that and he didn’t speak for a long while.
Finally, he sighed, whispering. “I know...”
"You were both angry and said and did things that weren't appropriate... he does care about you, you have to know that," KyuJong continued. "He cares about all of us, and not just because we're slaves. I know he cares about you more than he probably should as well. The meeting with SeungHyun rattled him, and he took it out on you."
“You’re wrong about that though...” HyunJoong interjected. “You’re wrong... about him caring more about me than he should.”
"And why do you think that?" KyuJong tilted his head to the side. "You do know he's purposefully delayed taking you to auction several times now, don't you? You should have gone months ago, but he keeps pushing it off."
“It’s just because he’s a good person.” HyunJoong looked up, finally revealing the tears that had been streaming donw his eyes. “He’s a good person, KyuJong, and I repaid him by comparing him to that lowlife.”
Sniffling, HyunJoong hugged his knees. “I don’t know why I didn’t that, KyuJong, why I said all those things. But when I thought about it, I realized that all the things he did, it wasn’t because of me. It was just what he’d have done for anybody, and I don’t know why... but it hurt so much. That thought...”
"Yes, he is a good person, and some of the things he does he would do for anyone," KyuJong said, eyes sad as he watched HyunJoong. "You are different to him, I can see it in the way he looks at you. He wants to keep you here Hyun, even though he knows he can't. He doesn't do that for just anyone, only people he thinks are special."
“No, I’m not. He doesn’t want to keep me here, especially.” HyunJoong shook his head, whispering. “I think, that maybe after we have sex or something, he won’t treat me specially anymore.”
KyuJong winced slightly at that, shaking his head. "No, you're wrong, you are special. If you weren't, he wouldn't even care. I think you've noticed by now that HyungJoon doesn't spend much time with YoungSaeng yes? That's because YoungSaeng didn't really choose to have him here, it was just a matter of convenience since he has a traveling ability. Now, he loves HyungJoon, but he doesn't spend nearly as much time with him as say, JungMin, or you."
“So what if I am, special?” HyunJoong curled up even more. “Even if I am, like you say, it’ll only hurt more when leaving.”
"I know, and he knows it too," KyuJong said with a sigh. "I just don't want you to think that he doesn't care about what happens to you. He wouldn't go out of his way to make arrangements with YunHo for your placement if he didn't care. He's not me, he's not only interested in sex, he's just trying to help you."
Swallowing, HyunJoong didn’t know what to say to that, and when he opened his mouth, the only thing that came out was a choked sob, the tears rushing out harder than before.
Heart aching, KyuJong slid across the floor to sit next to HyunJoong, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "It'll be okay, I know it will. Emotions were high today, and it's all that asshole SeungHyun's fault. YoungSaeng banned him from the house by the way."
HyunJoong leaned into KyuJong’s shoulder, grateful for the contact. “...YoungSaeng sent you down here to see how I was faring first, didn’t he?” HyunJoong asked after a while, sniffling, “He’s coming down soon, after you go up?”
"I was sent down to help calm you down, because he wanted to talk to you, and I'm sure you wouldn't be so receptive if he had just come down here," KyuJong said, running his hand slowly up and down HyunJoong's arm. "He'll be down after he eats dinner, so probably another hour or so. I can stay with you until then."
Resting his head onto KyuJong’s shoulder, HyunJoong closed his eyes. “I see... what am I going to say to him?”
"I think you should let him talk first, let him blabber on and say everything he needs to say, and go from there," KyuJong said softly.
HyunJoong nodded slowly. “Don’t you dare tell YoungSaeng about what I told you though... I don’t want him to know.”
"Told me what?" KyuJong looked at him with a wide eyed innocent look, then he winked.
HyunJoong chuckled, opening his eyes in time to see the wink. “Thanks. You’re a good man too, KyuJong.”
"I try, and at least I'm upfront about being sex crazed," KyuJong chuckled, giving HyunJoong a slight squeeze of his shoulder.
“What does that mean?” HyunJoong shook his head, expression amused, wiping the tears from his face.
"It means that I'm being completely honest when I say I wouldn't mind being fucked by you, or giving you a blow job, or anything else," KyuJong said blandly. "I like sex, a lot, and it's why I love this place so much. All the sex I want."
HyunJoong snorted, shaking his head. “Are you saying you want to take advantage of my current vulnerable emotional state and have sex with me?”
"No, I would never take advantage of you," KyuJong said seriously, but he grinned. "But I wouldn't say no if you offered."
HyunJoong sighed, then turned to KyuJong seriously. “I don’t know if I could ever offer something like that. But... let’s just say if you kiss me now, I wouldn’t push you away.”
"Oh?" KyuJong tucked his fingers under HyunJoong's chin, looking over his features. "Are you needing some physical affection your little fight with the master then?" he murmured, leaning in close until he could feel the hot breath against his lips.
“Maybe.” HyunJoong whispered back, slowly closing his eyes and inching even closer until their lips ghosted over each others.
Which probably meant it wasn't KyuJong that HyunJoong was thinking of right at that moment, but that hadn't stopped him before, so it wouldn't stop him now. He flicked his tongue over HyunJoong's lips before pressing against them in a slow gentle kiss.
The touch of another lips calmed HyunJoong for once. And he breathed into the kiss, letting KyuJong lead him, hands wrapping themselves around KyuJong’s slim waist.
KyuJong framed HyunJoong's face with his hands, tilting the man's head to the side to deepen the kiss even further. As the kiss grew more heated, KyuJong slid into HyunJoong's lap, straddling his thighs and continuing to move his mouth over HyunJoong's.
HyunJoong’s thoughts grew more muddled the longer the kiss went. It wasn’t KyuJong in his mind as he moaned, breaking for a short moment before diving back in. But he didn’t force himself to think, only act, hands teasing their way under KyuJong’s robes.
KyuJong's body moved into the hands, moaning softly into the kiss. His own hands were sliding down HyunJoong's firm chest, pressing against the fabric in search for the ties to his robe.
HyunJoong wasn’t sure what KyuJong was doing, but it damned right felt good. Breaking for air, he panted softly, concentrating enough to say. “So this is your form of... mmm... physical affection...”
Chuckling softly, KyuJong nodded. "It is, I hope that's okay with you, I can stop any time," he said, fingers still working on the ties to HyunJoong's robe, though slower in case he was told otherwise.
“No... it’s alright.” HyunJoong sighed, stroking KyuJong’s sides. “I think I need this.”
KyuJong smiled, finishing untying HyunJoong's robes and pushing the fabric away from his chest. He hoped this would help a little with HyunJoong's issues. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to HyunJoong's chest, tongue and teeth worrying at bits of skin as he worked his way down.
HyunJoong’s breath hitched at the attention, and licking his suddenly dry lips, he mewled softly, urging KyuJong on.
KyuJong did go on, his fingers teasing over HyunJoong's bare skin, his lips continuing on down HyunJoong's chest and belly. His eyes flickered up to HyunJoong's as he gently pushed the fabric off of HyunJoong's lap. "You want more?" he asked in a whisper, scooting down and getting comfortable, kissing a path up HyunJoong's thigh.
The whine which escaped surprised him, as did how fast his length stiffened with each kiss growing closer to it. And moaning into the back of his hand, he pleaded. “Please...”
Smiling at the plea, KyuJong spread HyunJoong's legs slightly so he could kneel between them comfortably. "What's that HyunJoong? I don't think I heard you," he said, rubbing HyunJoong's erection against his cheek and nose, nuzzling it like a cat.
HyunJoong bucked against the heat, trying to get closer to it. “Mmmph... KyuJong! Please...” He whined insistently now, half pleading, half glaring at KyuJong.
"What, you want this?" KyuJong's mouth opened a little, his tongue snaking out to lick up the underside of the shaft.
HyunJoong shivered, moaning at the fleeting heat KyuJong’s tongue gave him, before shivering at the cold the trail of saliva left. “Yes... more...”
"I think I can do that," KyuJong grinned, his hands coming up beside his mouth. One held HyunJoong's cock steady as he mouthed along the tip, the other pressing against HyunJoong's balls to play with.
Words failed HyunJoong now. Having not had any action since YoungSaeng and JungMin had taken turns on him, HyunJoong was long overdue for some sexual attention, and it showed. “Kyu...” He breathed, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. “Don’t tease...”
KyuJong pouted a little, batting his eyes slowly before he plunged his whole mouth down around HyunJoong's erection, moaning softly at the taste. He slid back up, tongue working at the underside of the shaft before taking it in entirely again, repeating the action in a slow drawn out way.
HyunJoong couldn’t help the twitch of his hips, no matter how he tried to control it. The heat surrounding him was magnificent, and he whined whenever KyuJong pulled up - even that temporary loss of heat made him needy.
That just made KyuJong moan loader, working HyunJoong's length with his mouth and hand. So wrapped up in what he was doing, he didn't even hear the light knock on the door behind him.
Neither did HyunJoong, and he didn’t even hear the halted greeting that sounded when the door opened, only moaning louder at KyuJong’s administrations.
“... Okay.” JungMin’s eyes were entirely glued at the scene. He wasn’t sure what to say, honestly.
YoungSaeng's eyebrows went up, but he didn't say anything. "Well this is a little unexpected," he murmured, glancing up at JungMin. "What do you think?"
JungMin glanced at YoungSaeng before shrugging. “I’ve given up thinking anything normal happens here anymore so... maybe we should join.”
Chuckling at that, YoungSaeng stepped into the room, lips pursed a little as he bent over and smacked KyuJong hard on the ass.
Luckily for HyunJoong, KyuJong reared up, making a yelping sound as he whirled around. "Master!" he squeaked. "I didn't...!"
"I didn't say stop, Kyu," YoungSaeng said, motioning for JungMin to join him. "Were you going to let him fuck you HyunJoong?"
HyunJoong had let out an embarrassing whine when KyuJong stopped, only to gaze wide-eyed at YoungSaeng. “S-s-saeng! I... what? No! I mean... uh...”
“He’s so cute when he’s stuttering like this.” JungMin commented, leaning down to kiss HyunJoong’s length, earning a whine from the newer slave.
"He really is," YoungSaeng nodded, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed, watching KyuJong and JungMin take turns in sucking HyunJoong off. "I guess our talk will have to wait till later HyunJoong, but you seem far less angry now."
HyunJoong probably would have had something to say to that, except his mind was now locked firmly behind a barrier of needy lust, and the only thing he offered to YoungSaeng verbally was a very needy. “Hnnnngh...”
"KyuJong, go find some lube," YoungSaeng said, the slave looking up with a pout, but nodded and left the room at a run. YoungSaeng walked the few steps over, kneeling down next to HyunJoong, watching JungMin continue where KyuJong had left off. "JungMin and KyuJong give the best head, don't they?" he asked conversationally.
HyunJoong stared blankly at YoungSaeng for a moment, his brain not even beginning to translate the words. But then JungMin did a trick with his tongue that had HyunJoong bucking into the other slave’s mouth, and pretty much answered YoungSaeng’s question.
YoungSaeng chuckled softly, running his hand through JungMin's hair. "They fuck really good too, but I don't think you're ready for that, are you HyunJoong?" He heard KyuJong step back into the room, the door closing behind him and rejoining JungMin between HyunJoong's knees.
Honestly, everything YoungSaeng said was received through his cock and translated into ‘fuck, good and ready’, and HyunJoong’s only response was biting the back of his hand to muffle the moan at the doubling of attention to his little friend.
Feeling a little ignored, YoungSaeng stood up, undoing the ties on his robes to let them drop before sitting down next to HyunJoong. "JungMin," he crooked a finger at the slave, his legs falling open.
Grinning, JungMin stood up. He’d been wondering when his master would crack. “What would you like me to do, master?” He asked, lips slightly swollen from all the attention he’d given HyunJoong.
"Continue," YoungSaeng said, pointing down, his own erection twitching. "For now, I do expect to be fucked at some point, though I'm not so picky as to who."
With JungMin gone, KyuJong had doubled his efforts on HyunJoong, teasing with his tongue and fingers.
JungMin laughed, “You’re hoping it’ll be HyunJoong right? I doubt he’s in any position to though, but maybe we can arrange something.” Then he bent down, enveloping YoungSaeng’s erection in one fell swoop.
HyunJoong couldn’t hold on anymore, and with a strained cry, came without warning, squirting into KyuJong’s mouth.
YoungSaeng swore softly, his head falling back against the wall, he heard KyuJong moan, greedily swallowing everything HyunJoong was releasing. "I can hope at least, he looks like he'd be a good fuck," YoungSaeng said, running a hand through JungMin's hair.
JungMin laughed at that, lips vibrating around YoungSaeng’s length, and he pulled up, gently massaging YoungSaeng’s balls with his hand.
HyunJoong’s head fell back, his mind swooning from exertion, body boneless from the experience.
Moaning, YoungSaeng's fingers tightened in JungMin's hair, hips bucking slightly into JungMin's mouth. "Fuck, Min," he hissed, resisting the urge to hold the slave steady and fuck his mouth.
Licking HyunJoong clean, KyuJong sat back up, leaning up to kiss HyunJoong's cheek lightly. "Need more?" he asked quietly.
“Huh?” HyunJoong answered intelligently, nuzzling a little into KyuJong’s side.
JungMin gagged a little, but took it all into stride, free hand holding down YoungSaeng’s hips as he bobbed his head, marveling again at the thick texture of YoungSaeng’s cock.
YoungSaeng hissed, his eyes closing as his freehand reached next to him, grabbing HyunJoong's arm. JungMin was always good at this, and he probably wouldn't last long.
"Mmm, nothing," KyuJong chuckled, patting HyunJoong's cheek as he looked over at JungMin and YoungSaeng. "Guess we get to enjoy the show."
HyunJoong turned to look, gulping as he realized what was happening right beside him, but he couldn’t move, not with YoungSaeng clutching onto him.
JungMin began to double his speed, trying to bring YoungSaeng to his end. There was a stirring in his loins, and the sounds YoungSaeng was making wasn’t helping any.
YoungSaeng was making soft little keening noises, his eyes closed shut tightly and mouth working. "Min," he gasped, the orgasm that had been building finally releasing.
HyunJoong couldn’t help the gulp as he watched YoungSaeng coming to his end, JungMin easily milking up whatever his master gave, and when it was over, coming up with a pop and licked his lips.
Sighing softly, YoungSaeng's eyes opened and he looked down at JungMin with a smile. "mmm.. very good, but now you have a problem," he said, seeing JungMin's half hard erection. "I want to watch you fuck Kyu."
JungMin glanced over at KyuJong, and grinned. “With pleasure.” And he marched over to KyuJong, climbing over the other slave.
KyuJong laughed, accepting JungMin with open arms, even if he was pretty much still in HyunJoong's lap. "What about you master, I thought you wanted it?" KyuJong asked, giving JungMin a kiss and a nip to his bottom lip.
"I can wait," YoungSaeng said, relaxing and sagging against HyunJoong. "Besides, you two look so good together, JungMin can fuck me later."
HyunJoong, stuck in the middle of it all, could only stared goggle-eyed at it, his face turning pink.
YoungSaeng glanced up at HyunJoong, reaching with his hand to turn the man to look towards him by his chin. "I apologize, for what happened," he said softly to not disturb JungMin and KyuJong. "I was only thinking to protect you."
HyunJoong’d nearly forgotten about the fight, and his eyes softened as he fidgeted nervously at the apology. “No... I should apologize. It was unfair, what I said.”
"And it was unfair that I didn't give you a proper explanation," YoungSaeng said, stroking HyunJoong's cheek gently. "You do need to face him one day, but not today. He threatened me today, and I can only imagine what he would have done if you were there."
“He threatened you?” HyunJoong’s eyes widened. “Are you alright? What did he do?”
"I'm fine," YoungSaeng reassured him, glancing at how things were progressing between JungMin and KyuJong. "He's gathering supporters to move against YunHo, and said he would go easy on me if I gave you to him. I had him thrown out and he will no longer be able to come to my house. So you don't have to worry about that."
HyunJoong eyes softened, he’d been here long enough to know what that meant. “Doesn’t that still mean trouble for you?” He reached up, touching YoungSaeng’s cheek. He shifted a little, trying to get JungMin’s hand off his stomach, and the other obliged, curling around KyuJong’s leg instead.
"No, it means trouble for all of us," YoungSaeng said, leaning into the touch. "If SeungHyun has enough supporters, it could mean a civil war amongst the hierarchy, and that would probably ruin us all." KyuJong was making soft panting sounds, moans and grunts growing with each of JungMin's thrusts. "I won't be punished for his threats, if that's what you're worried about."
HyunJoong sighed, pulling YoungSaeng into a hug. “Still, maybe you would have pacified him if you complied... I’m sorry I’m causing so much trouble.” He ignored the groans beside him as JungMin began to sped up, pushing in deeper and deeper with each thrust.
"You are not the cause of the trouble," YoungSaeng said, resting his cheek against HyunJoong's shoulder. "You are just a pawn to him. I won't let him have you, not ever." His lips pursed together. "Don't they look just perfect together?" he asked, KyuJong's head thrown back, back arching off the floor and his nails digging into JungMin's back. "Sometimes I wonder why they even bother with me."
HyunJoong turned to look, and managed not to blush. Then at YoungSaeng’s question, he blinked. “But they love you very much as well, YoungSaeng.”
"Not as much as they love each other," YoungSaeng replied quietly, even though they wouldn't hear him with how loud they were. "You are free to leave the room now, if you'd like... you don't have to stay and watch any more of this if you don't want."
HyunJoong stared at YoungSaeng and the unfathomable expression on his master’s face. Shaking his head slowly, HyunJoong reached for YoungSaeng hand. “No... I’ll stay. I’m not really looking at them anyway.” And as if to prove his point, he didn’t even flinch when JungMin roared as he released into KyuJong, having reached his boiling point.
YoungSaeng smiled, his fingers catching HyunJoong's and curling around them lightly. He heard KyuJong's cry but barely glanced at them again. "You're getting better," he said, scooting closer to HyunJoong. "Maybe one day soon you really will want to fuck me."
HyunJoong blushed at that, curling his fingers as well and completing the hold. “Yeah... maybe I will...” He mumbled before his blushed deepened even further.
"You should have shown up a little earlier, Master," KyuJong drawled from where he was curled up against JungMin. "He might not have minded so much before he came from the blowjob."
"Hmm.. possible," YoungSaeng chuckled at that, leaning over to kiss HyunJoong's cheek. "Maybe next time."
HyunJoong was so pink that JungMin laughed at his expression, dodging the half hearted swipe HyunJoong made at him.
"Well I don't know about the rest of you, but the floor isn't exactly where I want to spend the rest of my night," YoungSaeng said, sitting up and pulling his clothes closer to get dressed. "HyunJoong, we should probably talk more in my room."
HyunJoong nodded, frowning at JungMin who was making smooching faces at him, and whacking him on the head as he stood up.
"You two, make sure the other two have eaten and aren't planning a mutiny or something," YoungSaeng said, getting up as well and pulling on his robes. "And have HyungJoon take a message to HeeChul, I think it's time for me to pay a visit and talk to him about what's happened."
JungMin laughed, saluting YoungSaeng as he left. “Roger!”
HyunJoong rolled his eyes, tying up his robes with some difficult and following after YoungSaeng.
"Don't forget!" YoungSaeng called over his shoulder. Out in the hall, YoungSaeng stopped, looking down the hall towards a closed door. "I want to show you something HyunJoong, I shouldn't, but it may be necessary if things go badly," he said, glancing up at him before turning and moving towards the closed door.
“What?” HyunJoong blinked, frowning at YoungSaeng’s statement, hurrying after YoungSaeng.
At the door, YoungSaeng looked at HyunJoong again, his expression serious. "There is a secret every house holds, one that a slave is bound to keep when they are fully bonded to a master. Because you and I are not fully bonded, you will be able to share this secret with others but you must give me your word you will not share this."
HyunJoong’s eyes widened, and swallowing, he nodded. “I swear. I won’t share this... at least willingly. Are you sure? What if... SeungHyun manages to get his hands on me? I don’t know what will happen then...”
"We will just have to make sure that doesn't happen," YoungSaeng said, giving HyunJoong a small smile before turning to the door. The lock was a series of four dials that YoungSaeng turned until there was a small click, the door opening slightly. Opening the door, he stepped in first, glancing at HyunJoong behind him. "Have you seen any of the others use their abilities while I was away from the house?" he asked, motioning HyunJoong inside.
“I... yeah.” HyunJoong nodded, thinking about it, eyes wide as he followed YoungSaeng inside.
"A slave draws his power through me," YoungSaeng continued, taking HyunJoong's hand and leading him down another long hallway. "But a master is not the only source of power in the house. I told you that things from the real world don't work here, plants don't grow, there's no rain or weather of any kind other than those like KyuJong. So how is it we have refrigerators or microwaves or televisions? What is the source of that power?" YoungSaeng didn't wait for HyunJoong to reply, reaching the end of the hallway where there was another door that he had opened. On the other side was a circular room, the only thing inside being a large glowing green stone on top of a pedestal.
"This is the secret we all must keep, the source of power that protects us all in this house," YoungSaeng said quietly, pulling HyunJoong forward. "This is a touch stone."
HyunJoong’s eyes grew wider with each revelation, and he stared at the stone at the top of the pedestal, glancing at YoungSaeng. “This is... the source of power? That means... if it’s taken away...?”
"It means the house would be defenseless," YoungSaeng said with a soft sigh. "You haven't seen or felt the defenses around the house, but there is a barrier that keeps enemies out. I can bar people, like SeungHyun from entering the barrier if I choose. I may not be an important house to some, but I am the best at what I do, which is why I have two powerful slaves at my command. JungMin and KyuJong are as much my friends as they are my guardians. They keep me, and most importantly the touch stone safe."
“I see...” HyunJoong nodded in understanding. And he realized that YoungSaeng was showing a great deal of trust by telling him this. “But... why are you telling me this now?”
"Because if something were to happen, if SeungHyun manages to do something and infiltrates this house, you along with the others have a responsibility to keep this stone safe. Also, it will protect you if I were to die. You would just need to get here, into this room with the stone."
HyunJoong’s eyes widened, gripping onto YoungSaeng’s hand. “But you won’t die, right? You won’t.”
"Well I'm not planning to," YoungSaeng soothed, squeezing HyunJoong's hand lightly. "But I just want you to be aware of the possibilities. There seems to be some things going on out of my control, and I will do my best to make sure you are all safe."
HyunJoong looked down, biting his lip. Then gathering his courage, he wrapped YoungSaeng in a hug. “Thank you for protecting me.” He whispered.
YoungSaeng smiled, his arms winding around HyunJoong's waist and buried his nose in the man's chest. "I do my best," he said softly. "But from now on, if I give you a command, I expect you to follow it, no questions asked."
HyunJoong laughed softly at that, although his voice shook a little. “Yes, master. I’m sorry for earlier.”
Pulling back, YoungSaeng cupped HyunJoong's jaw with his hand, smiling up at him. "And I'm sorry as well for not explaining myself properly. SeungHyun had me so rattled I wasn't thinking clearly. Shall we go?"
HyunJoong nodded, grinning slightly. “Yes. What do you want to do, YoungSaeng?”
"Hmm.. other than you? Sleep," YoungSaeng chuckled, pulling away and starting towards the door.
HyunJoong turned pink again when he realized what YoungSaeng meant, before scurrying after YoungSaeng.
Leaving the basement, YoungSaeng climbed up the stairs and headed towards the upper levels and into his room. "So is there something about KyuJong that you let your guard down around him?" he asked, collapsing onto one of the couches, putting his feet up. "You were definitely enjoying what he was doing."
HyunJoong was blushing a lot these days. “Erm... no... it was just... I was caught up in the moment.” He mumbled, fidgeting awkwardly, before creeping into one of the chairs and sat down fiddling his thumbs.
"Well, I need to be around more often when you get caught up in a moment like that," YoungSaeng mused, watching him. "Why don't you come over here, sit next to me," he said, patting the couch.
HyunJoong jerked up, looking like a deer in headlights before scurrying over to YoungSaeng’s side.
"You're not that comfortable around me, are you?" YoungSaeng asked with a small frown. "What can I do to help make you comfortable with me?"
“Huh?” HyunJoong bit his lip then shook his head. “Not it’s just... that your teasing gets to me...”
YoungSaeng sighed, looking down at his hands. "I'm sorry, I've been trying to be good, but it's hard when I'm around you... in more ways than one," he said, wincing a little. "I'll try to keep those comments to myself."
“It’s alright.” HyunJoong shook his head. “I should learn to not be so affected by them. Take them as training.” He nodded seriously, a determined look on his face.
YoungSaeng sat up, leaning forward a little, his head tilted to the side. "So if this is part of your training, then I should say anything and everything that comes to mind?" he mused. "Because I'll be honest with you, I was a little sad that I wasn't able to get anything from you earlier, had to sit back and watch KyuJong and JungMin suck you off, and I didn't get fucked like I wanted."
Turning into the colour of a beet root, HyunJoong stuttered. ‘R-r-really? Uhm... okay?” he voice went off a little into a high pitch squeak before he coughed. “Ahem... uhmm... maybe... next time?”
"Hmm, I wish I could hold you to that," YoungSaeng sighed. "Well, I think it's time for sleep, are you tired?"
Now that HyunJoong thought about it, he was. “Yeah... I am...”
"Sleep it is," YoungSaeng nodded, getting to his feet and holding out a hand to HyunJoong.
Taking the hand, HyunJoong paused and pressed his lips to it experimentally.
Perking a brow at that, a small smile crept up onto YoungSaeng's lips. "Be careful HyunJoong, or I will hold you to it."
Jerking in surprise, HyunJoong looked down and blushed. “I’m just... trying things out.”
"Well it's a nice start at least," YoungSaeng said, tugging on HyunJoong's hand lightly. "I'm definitely not complaining."
HyunJoong didn’t look at YoungSaeng, but followed the tug and sat down on the bed.
Untying his robes, YoungSaeng slid in under the covers and curled up.
Slinking up beside YoungSaeng, HyunJoong nuzzled his face into YoungSaeng’s back, hiding his smile.
"Goodnight, HyunJoong," YoungSaeng murmured, sighing softly.
“Goodnight.” HyunJoong mumbled back, breath tickling the back of YoungSaeng skin.