War Of Seduction/Kyuhyun's Little Game (Round 2) Part 1

[saya19]

Okay. Omg. So I tried. I'm just glad to get this up becaus really, OMG 18 FREAKING PAGES! I'm so tired that I can't even tell if smut is smut and if crack is crack. I never can. I think this one is (phail!) crackier. It should be laced with crack (probably not >.<) but omg. I'm sorry if this was really bad. Please let me know. Last thing, Yesung is not fat. I didn't mean it that way. It was to add to the crack. >.<

Title: War Of Seduction/Kyuhyun's Little Game
Author: Say.Sin.O.O. Ah! (  saya19   and siin00)
Round: 2 (Warning: Long! Very!) Part 2
Pairings: OT15 (8? 9? many ninjas)...more coming...
Rating: PG-15 (ummm very little...light smut...sexual references and situations)
Genre: We made this up...hehe...Smack = smut + crack...Smuff = smut + fluff...but yeah heading more towards Smack.

No one was going to help him. They all feared…the Donghae.


Round 2

Kibum was very awake and there was danger everywhere around him. It had only been thirty minutes and the living room was a complete mess. Yesung was already going around, kissing everyone on the cheek and touching their lips. Some pulled away, still conscious, while others simply responded in quiet sounds of happiness that only encouraged the boy. Eunhyuk was stumbling or rolling on the ground and laughing at the absolutely nothing around him. He managed to reach Ryeowook and looked at the cute, normal, face and found some kind of sillyness or distortion. He started again in a burst and pointing at the boy who simply stared back. Afraid.

“Alien!” Eunhyuk shouted nonsense again. It was the only thing that came out of his mouth but that stirred Donghae who crawled over to look at Ryeowook who was still wearing make up from their schedule. Kibum didn’t see anything alien like.

“Alien!” Donghae clapped with happiness and the two of them got up after a few tries and held hands, dancing or spinning around the wary boy.

“We welcome you!” They sang.

Drool started running down Eunhyuk’s mouth a little and Ryeowook was worried now. He gave Kyuhyun, no, gave Kibum a questioning look when the laughing got louder and the spinning faster and more harzardous around him. Kyuhyun responded before Kibum could.

“Let the boy be.” Kyuhyun gave a slow smile at Ryeowook who still refused to look.

A pink Sungmin was crawling towards Kibum and this looked like a precarious situation. There was a tug at his leg. Sungmin, sitting, looking at him as adorably as he could meant trouble. Those pink lips pursed and eyes closed. Expectant. Kibum didn’t do anything, staring down at potential danger. If he did kiss the boy, the bomb could set off. If he didn’t kiss the boy, the bomb could still set off. Just differently. Kibum didn’t want to so he took the risk. Luckily Sungmin didn’t throw a tantrum. He hiccoughed and scowled and pouted and crossed his arms and hiccoughed. Soon he gave up and went over to Kyuhyun but the boy didn’t take those lips. Instead, he joyfully took his hand and kissed it. Sungmin giggled with happy surprise.

Seeing this, Yesung and Eunhyuk went over to line up. Kyuhyun kissed their hands too. Then they proceeded, all crawling over a now seemingly dead Donghae, to Ryeowook who simply followed along to avoid trouble and back to Kibum. They all complied, knowing better. Next the trio started placing sloppiness on each other’s hands. More giggling. Sungmin leaned over to peck Eunhyuk but missed the boy, the two falling over on the floor. They giggled. Kibum looked away.

Kibum, himself, felt pretty good. But that might’ve not been a good sign. The trio came back to him again and all three started tugging at him yet again. Danger was screaming in his head. Danger everywhere. They were giggling and cooing and hiccoughing but mostly whining and Kibum didn’t know why. Because usually, the boys would be holding their own little party and that excluded him. All he knew was that his foot was somehow involved and he didn’t know why. He just didn’t like it. The three stable boys all looked at the ruckus piling up at Kibum’s feet and really, it was piling up at his feet.

“Hehe. Sungmin, you’re heavy.”

“I’m not Sungmin, I’m Yesung.”

“But you look like Sungmin.” Eunhyuk giggled.

“Really? Hehe. I’m cute.”

“No. You’re fat.” Sungmin interrupted.

“Why?”

“Yeah. Why fat?” Eunhyuk asked, sounding offended, misunderstanding.

“I’m sexiiiiiii.” Yesung patted his head, because he couldn’t pat his chest at the time, proudly.

“Me too!” Eunhyuk tried raising his hand up in excitement, but it just flew forward and impaled a nearby Donghae, still playing dead.

“Fat. Stop squishing me.” Sungmin huffed out, squirming but unable to move.

“But you’re the fat one.”

“No, that’s Yesung.”

“Oh.” Eunhyuk remembered and poked downwards. “Yesung, you’re fat.”

“I’m Sungmin! Stop poking me.” Sungmin prodded back.

Then a poking war broke out. At his feet. And when it got too messy with movment, the heavy pile fell apart. Into a bigger mess. On his feet.

Kibum groaned, took a long sip from his drink and pulled his legs away. He returned his eyes back to the TV. There was some stupid commercial on again. He was about to slide over on the couch, getting away from the tangle of giggles.

But something attacked him.

Kangin had been “planning” all day. Planning consisted of napping, watching tv, eating and finally, when he thought it was late enough, walking over to his target’s room. Kangin knew this was adequate preparation. Which mostly was to keep him in good shape, alert, energetic, pumped and sexy. As for the real plan, tanks don't need plans. Kangin got up from the table leaving Shindong to finish eating and go to bed. Kangin crept past Leeteuk's door because if Leeteuk heard him, there would be difficult questions to answer. Kangin ran his hand over his hair to smooth it down, smiled to himself and opened the door.

There was a knock on the door. Zhoumi quickly turned to check that it was locked and it, thankfully, was. He quickly looked down at the half wrapped inappropriate present in his hands. It was for Kyuhyun for later perhaps. He hadn’t given one in a while and missed his dongsaeng’s birthday. He would make up for that with this. Zhoumi grinned down. The boy would need to hide this because if Umma found this, he would have to get rid of it and that was not only a waste of money but also a waste of a good useful gift. Now if Appa found this, it would be taken away, confiscated and probably used. That was a bad thought. Zhoumi mentally pushed it out with thoughts of a delighted Kyuhyun.

The knocks grew louder and more frequent outside his door and Zhoumi was unpleasantly brought away from a complying Kyuhyun. He scowled and started to walk towards the door but the damning evidence was still in his hands. Now panic seized his body. He had spent a lot of thought and time but mostly money on this and it would really really really be a pity for him and Kyuhyun to lose it to Appa. Zhoumi’s eyes swept across the room. He looked at the desks but it was preoccupied by papers and pens and other stuff. The closet was too far so he quickly stuffed it under his blankets.

Zhoumi walked to the door and opened it. It was Henry, looking rather nervous and maybe distressed about something because that face was squished together a bit.

“Henry, what’s wrong?” Zhoumi asked with concern. He forgot about other things for a second.

“Hyung or gege, I’d like to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, sure.” And Zhoumi took Henry’s hand and led them to the other bed, avoiding something that was sticking prominently out from his covers. He had been in a rush. Henry wasn’t aware now.

“I…I…How do you and Kyuhyun keep like a healthy relationship?” Henry asked, looking down with embarrassment.

“Oh. Uhhh…” Zhoumi wasn’t sure how to respond to this.

“I mean…like how do you guys do it?” Henry raised his eyes again, surprising Zhoumi at how intense and concentrated the look was.

“What? You and Ryeowook haven’t done it yet?”

“No…he doesn’t let me.”

“Then what do you want me to do?”

Henry scratched the back of his head and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping.

“Teach me.”

“What?”

“I want to know how.”

“What?”

“Like how do you guys start?” Henry gazed at him now. “And how do you guys get to…like the real stuff…and then like how do you…do…the stuff…”

“Why me?”

“Because Kyuhyun said you were a good bet. And a good first time.”

“Did he?” Zhoumi was now suddenly interested. “He said that?”

“He said that I could come to you for help and that you could help me.” Henry was leaning over him now, dark eyes pleading. Zhoumi was going to be murdered. “So will you?”

“I’m going to get killed. Multiple times.”

“But it’ll be for me. And no one has to know except for Kyuhyun and a few others.” The boy was so so close to him now and looking…like that. He understood now. Crime.

“Wait. Why does Kyuhyun have to know?”

“But Kyuhyun’s doing it too.”

“Doing what?” Zhoumi put his hands out to stop the boy from advancing on him.

“Ryeowook.”

“Wait but you’re with Ryeowook.” Zhoumi was very confused. “And I’m with Kyuhyun.”

“Well, his first target was Ryeowook but he didn’t succeed. Ryeowook was hard. I told him that Ryeowook’s always that way.” Henry nodded a bit, agreeing with himself. “Feisty but hard.”

“Kyuhyun? Ryeowook…hard? What? That’s not very possible.” Zhoumi sat up back up straight, not caring at how close they were. It wasn’t making sense and perhaps because his mind only picking up certain words.

“It’s part of the game we’re playing.”

“What game, without my knowledge, involves Kyuhyun, Ryeowook and hardness?”

“You’re about to find out.”

Kyuhyun sat calmly in a chair on the other side of the living room. He watched as his target was acting a bit giddy and it was how he had intended because that would help the process much more. He wanted to wait a little more though. It would be easier to have full control the situation. Somehow, Kyuhyun thought it would be dangerous now. Something about his target seemed as if this might’ve been an act. And so to make sure, he let the boy continue drinking. Meanwhile, he scooted over to another who was just as conscious and sane was he was.

“Hello.”

He didn’t receive a response.

“What mad?”

Nothing.

“For what?”

“What do you think?” Ryeowook muttered, still not looking at him. “Why’d you do it?”

“I was curious.”

“And that’s enough reason to try to force me.”

“Not force.” Kyuhyun reasoned. “You didn’t stop me.”

“I did!” Ryeowook quickly exclaimed. “I kicked you. I punched you. I bit you.”

“Twice.” Kyuhyun interjected.

“I yelled at you. I pushed you. I hit you. I beat you. I stomped on you.”

“Yeah. I have a lot of bruises to prove that. The stomping had the most effects but it was sexy as hell. You want to stomp again?”

“No!” Ryeowook looked at him in disbelief. “And good that you have many. At that time, if I could’ve done more, I would have. I would have shaved you bald, put you in a cage and locked it or chained you up…”

“Nice~~~”

“Ew no! Chained you up to the bed post and left you there.”

“You could do other things…” He wanted suggestions.

“No! Kyuhyun, what’s wrong with you?” Ryeowook shook his head with somewhat concern.

“Chains…control…” Kyuhyun was making suggestions to his own thoughts.

“Oh my god!” The boy was impossible. Ryeowook couldn’t even look at him anymore.

“What?”

“Just…Why me?”

“Because you’re hot. I’m hot” Kyuhyun scooted closer to Ryeowook and drew a long breath over that ear. “And together we’d make some hot sex.”

Ryeowook punched him and kicked him simultaneously.

“Sexual healing~~~oh baby.”

Ryeowook wondered if it was weird that he understood that bit of English very well.

“Stop it. Stop being weird. And don’t try it again.”

“Oh come on Wook ah, you…” Kyuhyun began his perfect citing. “May have kicked me, punched me, bit me, yelled at me, pushed me, hit me, beat me and stomped on me…”

There was already a dangerous one sided acknowledged victory in his eyes.

“But you kissed me. That’s a fact.” Kyuhyun pointed out again. “You kissed me back.”

“You won’t be able to do it again.” Ryeowook tried a confident smirk. “Forcing…I won’t do it.”

“No, I won’t do that.” Kyuhyun leaned his face in close and simply asked a question to which he provided his opposing view on it as well. “I wonder why you’re so against this. Us. Because I was only playing on something you secretly wanted. Too.”

Ryeowook held the glass lightly over his head, peering through the frail lucidness. Of the situation. He glared.

“It’s true.”

Ryeowook’s hand tightened over the glass. He stirred the liquid again, making the drink scarlet again. Kyuhyun decided to leave Ryeowook with that thought and another.

“Hot sex. Just think about it. I don’t need to.”

Kyuhyun turned around, smiled, ready and a bit hyped up for his target. But much to his dismay, his target was already attacking someone else. He heard a few angry remarks and a busy target. The move had been made for him. Kyuhyun was already at a loss.

Donghae smiled down at the results of his plan.

Kehehehhe. Fools. They don't realize how drunk they are. How... vulnerable . I’m Super Ninja! So Shupa! Kehehehehe. Look at him, sitting there all... upright and deluded, thinks he’s sober. I'll go say hi. Mmhmm. Initiate Ninja Seduction Masterplan V.2

Donghae launched himself confidently up and was perturbed to find the ground still under him. And swirling.  And he was swirling.

Gahh. I can sooooo get up. All the way up…hehe…all the wayyy uppp…yes…and without falling back. Annnndd...

Donghae concentrated, squeezing his eyes shut.

Gooo!

Donghae managed to propel himself upright and he thought he'd better start moving forward now before he was pulled back by the evil ground. He swayed slightly in a sexy, always sexy, way and Donghae thought he recovered remarkably well from his stumble. But a hand got in his way.

Stupid Eunhyuk. Grabbing my leg like that. Can't he see I'm ninjaing? I do that all the time with him. Oh but I do love him. And miss him and Little Hyukkie with his sexy, shiny, needy eyes. Hyukjae... I'll have to punish him later. Gehehehehe.

Donghae dissolved into giggles which upset the rhythm of his tipsy walk. Luckily Donghae had arrived at his destination safely. The landing had been very comfortable. And he realized that he may have slid or slumped into the seat next to and may as well be on top of the boy.

“What are you doing here?” asked Donghae, looking down at an unhappy prey.

Foolish boy, so wasted he accidentally sat under me... how'd he even do that? Whatever. This will be soo easy. Gwahaha. I’m soooo sexy. Plan Ninja will start now!

Donghae leaned back and stretched his arms out as if to reel in his target. However, he had move back with too much force and slowly he was sliding off, his fingers, imaginarily, reeled from the boy to the ceiling.

Yeeeaah Bummie. Ehehehe. Come to papa-ninja.

He watched his face disappear.

Someone came in the room with that dark gleam in his eyes.

“Siwon... I...” Hankyung faltered, looked up at the man with surprise.

“Shut up baby.” Siwon growled with a smile. He walked with a languid grace quickly across the room. “I know what you want. I see the way you look at me. I couldn't stay away any longer.”

Hankyung bit his lip to hold back a nervous smile as the other got closer, shedding his shirt and licking his lips delectably.

“I...” Hankyung finally met Siwon's dark eyes. He had paused at the end of Hankyung's very wide bed. “I want you Siwon.”

He crawled onto Hankyung's bed, stopping only to straddle the lighter of the two. He pushed him back down into the bed.

“Tell me Hannie.” Siwon's lips were nearly against Hankyung's lips as he slid his hands under the other's shirt. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“I...” Hankyung's breath hitched as Siwon pulled Hankyung's shirt over his head, running his hands over the man's hard body.

“Siwonn-” Siwon cut him off again, this time with a hard kiss.

He felt Siwon's hands fingering the waistband of his pants.

“Tell me.” Siwon whispered, pausing teasingly.

Henry was pushed against the wall. Zhoumi was angry and it hadn’t been his intention to make him that way but it just suddenly happened. Things happened. He watched as Zhoumi tugged at his shirt and it slipped easily over Henry’s shoulders and somewhere behind them. Coolness touched his skin and that was really when he realized that he was bare. His hands instinctively went up to cover himself. Still unable to avoid displays of any form of embarrassment.

“Hey. I thought you wanted this.” Zhoumi frowned and reached to pull the arms away. “Well, now that you’ve got me in the mood…”

“Wait. One sec. Just let me calm down.”

And Henry’s face started to relax and so did those arms but they refirmed again when Zhoumi had started tugging at his own collar as one would to a tie. And paired with that Cheshire smile, it was really a turn on. Henry could feel his own fingers grab for that shirt and with a swift movement, it was already off of Zhoumi’s shoulders, messing with Zhoumi’s hair because the boy hadn’t been prepared for that. He was surprised at what he had done. Perhaps it was because of his sexual suppression. It made him feel weird.

“You did that on your own.”

“I know.” Henry said, still shocked.

“Come on…you ready or what? I like things while it’s hot.”

“Ah! Yes! Okay.” Henry started rubbing his hands over his skin. Zhoumi laughed at the cuteness.

“No. No.  I’ll help you warm up.”

“Okay.” And Henry flung one arm at Zhoumi as he continued in circles with his other hand. Zhoumi continued laughing. This was different to all that hot fun he had with Kyuhyun. This was nice too. However, he reached out and stopped Henry when he saw little flushes of red appear over that chest.

“I’ll do it now.”

“Okay.”

“Hey, did Kyuhyun really say that he wanted to help you?”

“Ye-es!” Zhoumi’s hands ran lightly over his skin, over his chest.

“Do you really believe that?”

“I…trust…hyung.” His words disconnected because of Zhoumi’s excessive touching. “I don’t see…a reason…not to…”

“Hmmm…you’re so naïve.” The long boy leaned in, their faces so close that Henry’s face burned as Zhoumi purposely breathed hot air on his face. “You need to learn.”

“That’s why you need to teach me.”

“Okay.” Zhoumi’s flipped his hair to the side. “Aren’t I already?”

And their faces came together, softly and it was actually quite nice in Henry’s opinion. Zhoumi  was a good teacher. So far. Though he was a bit more of the director of their session because of obvious experience. He felt Zhoumi follow him as he slowly dipped on the bed, their faces still attached messily. But the boy placed a gentle hand at Henry’s waist before he could fall onto the bed.

“Oh! I forgot. Wait Zhoumi!” Henry exclaimed, remembering. He placed a hand squarely and firmly in front of Zhoumi’s chest and started up. “I need to top!”

Zhoumi quickly grabbed that hand and pulled the boy to him, somehow managing to position Henry perfectly on top of him. Henry’s hair fell over the older’s face, a smile following when he bent his elbow around that neck. Their faces connected again.

“I know, dear.” Zhoumi bit his bottom lip delectably. Henry made a surprised squeal. “Did you really think I was going to top?”

Kibum extracted himself from under the spaced out giggling boy who had helped by falling over. However, too quickly, he was being attacked again. Donghae threw his face at Kibum and he could feel something wet slide along his neck. He ignored it at first. Then it slowly dragged up to his face. Multiple times. Kibum looked around with awkwardly seeking for help. He didn’t receive any. Just stares. He didn’t know what to do.

“Donghae!” Kibum tried to push the clingy boy away. “What are you doing?”

The boy barked.

“What?”

Donghae barked again. If Donghae had a tail, it’d be wagging. If Donghae was a dog, that would be a problem. He continued to lick Kibum’s face. This was a drunk Donghae.

“No. You’re not a dog! Ew! Got off of me.” Kibum tried to pry off the boy. “Stop licking me.”

He did for a second to say something.

“You...like a... you look like...” Donghae tried to think of the perfect compliment, “like E.T.”

Then he barked again and went back to puppy mode.

“Ewww…” Kibum leaned away, “Go back to your human form. Tell me how I look like E.T. I’m very interested in that. Ew! Just stop licking me!”

Kibum looked around. No one was going to help him. They all feared…the Donghae.

He sighed, trying to pull away. “Donghae, I need to go to bed now.”

The boy clung more and Kibum managed to stand up and take a step. Donghae fell on the floor, arms hugging too securely around Kibum’s one leg. Kibum dragged the boy half way across the room and not once did that bind loosen.

“Donghae, I NEED to GO. Now.”

Donghae protested up at him with closed eyes. “You need taking…to room…I take you…there…”

He watched the boy try to get up and use his leg as support. The boy was impossible. Fail. Trying climb up his leg. Kibum stared down at the squirming mess. He wondered how this could have happened to him. Suddenly, there was pain in his leg.

“Okay, Donghae. I’ll take you with me. Just get up and stop biting my leg.” Kibum raised a finger firmly. “You are not a dog.”

Donghae barked and giggled as he tried to get up but toppled back over again. Kibum bent and picked the boy up by an arm and suddenly both draped over his neck. Kibum sighed and carried or dragged the boy with him out of the room. He took note of a slightly begrudged Kyuhyun. He didn’t notice for long because Donghae was pressing his face too firmly against Kibum’s sweater. They reached Kibum’s room.

“Hehe. I did…good job…taking you…room…hihihihihi…” Donghae had a very big smile on his face.

“Yes. You’ve done very well. I’m here in one piece.”

He set the boy down on his bed and Donghae began rolling, creating creases in his sheets. Kibum turned to leave, he smelt really bad and mostly because of Donghae. The effects of alcohol were slowly getting to him as well. He was stopped by an arm.

“You have to stay. Aliens could come, like not good aliens like... E.T.” Donghae rolled onto his back and opened his eyes big, “but like mean aliens, like those ones that like turn you into sheep.”

“Donghae, don’t worry I’ll be back. Just shower.”

“Make it quick.” said Donghae pouting. “A UFO could swoop down and take me by the time you come back.”

“I know.” Then Kibum thought. “I wouldn’t mind. Maybe.”

Then Kibum left. Both were smiling. For different reasons. Maybe.

“I...oh, I want you so bad. I...” Hankyung woke in confusion.

“Crap. Not again.” He murmured.

4 nights in a row he'd dreamed of a compliant Siwon. The haze still heavy in his head, the impression of the larger man in it's familiar dream-form still fogging his mind. Hankyung looked up at the sound of his door opening. Hankyung blinked hard, shook his head, but the shadow remained. It was very distinctly a large person blocking the bright hall light.

It's.... Siwon…

“Siwon... I have something to confess and I know since it’s you, you might understand or you might...”

“I heard.” There was a deep laugh. “Funny... I always figured you for a topper.”

Hankyung rubbed his eyes, wondering what was happening. “Siwon...?”

“No baby, it's Kangin. But don't worry, I can help you.” Kangin looked over at Hankyung’s aching area. “I'll be anyone you want...”

“Kangin…?”

“As long as I top.”

Kyuhyun had watched his prey attack someone. It was rather sudden but somewhat his fault. He had been distracted by Ryeowook, the machine that oozed “sexy”. Really, he couldn’t completely blame himself for that. It was disappointing. Of all days, Ryeowook managed to stay sober. Kyuhyun sighed. That wasn’t the only disappointing thing. He had never accounted for Donghae to so overtly and selflessly throw himself on Kibum. But then again that would’ve been a stupid assumption knowing what kind of person Donghae was. And was when intoxicated.

He watched Kibum tow the Donghae monster away, he kept giggling as the boy did so. It sounded like a victorious laugh. That annoyed Kyuhyun quite a bit. He had lost another chance again. If that kept going on, he would lose his dignity. Even Donghae was going to get laid. And twice before he did. This would definitely hurt him. So now, if he still wanted to keep pace with Kangin…or perhaps more realistically above Donghae and Henry, he would have to act. And Kyuhyun decided…Go big or go home.

Kyuhyun started walking around. He was feeling fine even after drinking all of that. He was proud of that. He visited rooms to see who might be available and a good catch. Most of the hyungs were out and Leeteuk was still in bed right now. Kyuhyun past one room and heard a grunt. It was the tank. Kyuhyun sighed and turned to the wall, leaning his elbow on it to rest his head there. There was another choice gone.

Suddenly, someone walked by him. And his brain screamed. That was it. It would be a brilliant comeback if he could. And people would respect him. If he could just attract the attention of this one for a second, then it just could…

Kyuhyun quickly paced to the room with all needed resources. He grabbed a bottle of something and opened it. It smelled good. Kyuhyun would use this on himself to entice. It was a brilliant idea. Kyuhyun gave a proud smile as he squeezed a small amount into his hands. The liquid sliding across his palms and through the gaps in his fingers.

“Oops.”

He’d clean that up later. He’d have a lot to clean up later. Kyuhyun grinned.

He had a plan.

Yeah. So please...I hope you guys enjoyed phail crack. Or our smack (smut + crack). Sorry I like the sound of that. And Siinn00 be more reliable, stop putting it all on me and only doing Hankin. Ima watch my SMACK smack your SMACK in your smackin face! Yeah! Because it did. You loved it.


Part 2 HERE!!!!!!!

"Honey, why is your fly undone?"

ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111