essence of butterfly | yunjae | 06/xx
Title: Essence of Butterfly
Chapter(s): 06/?
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: action, angst, historical, romance
Rating: R
Warnings: language, tobacco use, violence, sexual content
Pairing: YunJae
Disclaimer: I do not own any known characters in this story.
Synopsis: The history of two family names collide, clashes and tangle in a way neither is willing to settle. Written stories told and never forgotten. Secrets are meant to be concealed; never unveiled. Two vessels wrapped in a love so taboo - venomous to the touch. And what is the purpose of a battle? Fought to conquer and prevail.
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Comment(s): Note 1: For moon1084’s birthday. X) Note 2: Also, this fiction is set back in the Meiji period (1868-1912).
Chapter Six
“I don’t intend to ask you again.” I intentionally use that tone of voice with my cousin to show him I am equally serious. If he was going to play the serious card, so shall I. Junsu surrenders with a relenting sigh. For a moment, I do feel pity for him, but I know my cousin well. That face has fooled millions but it does nothing for me. I won’t let him get away with betraying me like this. “You’ve got some nerve, Junsu.”
“Jejung, you have to understand - ” He started to speak but I interrupt.
“What is there to understand?” I spat out, now determined to pile my grief onto his shoulders - why I’d bury him alive with it if I have to. “You’ve been sleuthing more, well if not, just as much as I have. How can you look me in the eye and blatantly lie to me?!”
“I know, I feel terrible for hiding this from you, but I will not apologize!” Junsu snapped back. “Jejung, I understand what you’re going through. Yes, I am trying to take Yoshimitsu down but on my terms!”
I snort in response and Junsu seems agitated enough. Well that’s good. One of us has to be angry. No one deserves to be calm. Not right now.
“Whatever is the matter with how I do things, dear cousin.” Junsu senses my sarcasm and ignores it.
“Haven’t you noticed that you’ve not known about my being involved until now? I have the capability to be discreet about these things. You on the other hand,” He mutters, giving me that stare before turning away. “ - do not.”
”What?”
“You let your emotions take the best of you and you hardly ever act logically in difficult situation. I should have you know, in case you didn’t, that with Matsumoto in the equation, you will have trouble even remotely thinking.”
“Well aren’t you the know it all?”
“I know more than you and you know it.”
“I don’t have time for this.” I turn around to change out of my sleeping attire. Since the cat is out of the bag, I may as well change into my suit. “I am doing this whether you like it or not, and if you wish to come, you will do it on my terms.”
I wasn’t going to let Junsu ruin my plans. Yes, I harbor feelings for Yunho, but having feelings for him will not change the fact that his uncle is the blood thirsty murderer of my father. Picking convenient times when Yunho wasn’t going to be around was perfect. As long as I was precise with timing, running into Yunho should not be a problem.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m coming with you. But at least promise me you’ll listen to me.” Junsu surrendered, which wasn’t surprising, but his proposal was. Listen to him?
“Are you mad?” I slip into my skin fitting leather jacket and zip it up to the base of my neck. “Is that any way to convince me of allowing you to come with me?”
“Alright, fine. You will allow me to work with you. Is that better for you?” I can almost imagine the comical agitated look scrawled across his face.
“Fine.”
“Let me get dressed. And don’t you dare sneak off without me.”
“The longer you stand here squawking at me, the less time you have to change.”
Junsu gave me a pointed stare and we made eye contact without so much as a blink.
“I suggest you hurry before I leave you alone to stew in your thoughts.”
“I should hope not. You know better than that.” Junsu gave me a searching look before realizing that I wouldn’t sneak off. With a quick turn of his shoulder, and an awfully unsubtle peek, he strode towards his room.
(Yunho’s POV)
Damn, I knew it. Coming here was a bad idea. I love Auntie but I swear the shit I do for her, putting up with Daichi and Yoshimitsu, is well suicide. Not that Daichi can ever take me on. The mere yapping of his voice can make even the strongest of men run a bullet through his fucking brains.
I stare at the documents scattered on the dining room table for the umpteenth time, wondering through and through, why Yoshimitsu was so persistent on me taking over or even have any part of the black market. I was perfectly content on Daichi taking over. No matter how corrupt this shit is. As long as they keep me the fuck out of this, I don’t give a shit what they do.
It seems like Yoshimitsu’s trades were slipping. Apparently someone had found some impossible loophole and has breached operations. He wants me to find out why. How the fuck was I supposed to know? I know he needs me for muscle strength but for what purpose, exactly? Did he actually expect for me to shed blood?
Every fiber of my being told me to back out and get the fuck out of this town. Hell, to get the fuck out of this damn city. I didn’t like sudden transitioning into Westernization. Fuck the foreigners for brining firing arms into this country, making it so god damn easy to kill. It made my blood boil to see even authorities of our own shooting down civilians in cold blood. I felt disgusted here and now, even placating on helping Yoshimitsu smuggle more firearms overseas, such weapons that bastards can use to kill their own people.
My pupils dilated in anger as I watched my fists bunch the side of the paper in my fist. No. Fuck this. Fuck him. Fuck them all! I wasn’t going to do this. I couldn’t control what Yoshimitsu did but I could damn well control mine.
Collecting the papers in my hands I pushed the chair back, for a second not caring if I woke the whole damn house. I was going to put these papers back in Yoshimitsu’s desk and I wasn’t coming back again. I don’t doubt Yoshimitsu’s authority for a minute. But if he had any decency for the sake of my father, he wouldn’t push it. If I had to take his goons head on, I would. They weren’t any concern of mine.
Taking the files with me, I strode towards the stairs, taking two at a time. I figured the sooner I got out of here the better. The lights below the doors were dark, indicating that everyone in the house was asleep. Well that’s good. Someone should be getting some of it.
Hands grasped against the doorknob, I twisted and tossed it back. My strides quickly led me towards the desk and I unlocked one of the cabinets and slid the documents in before locking it. Not long before I turned around, I saw the dash of a black figure slip out of the office. What the fuck!
“Oi-!”
It irritated the fuck out of me that my senses and instincts were off the charts today, because I wasn’t expecting the sudden weight dropping from God knows where and onto my back.
Another one?! And the one thing that sent me on alert was the safety of the people in this house. There weren’t only one of them - but two. Which leads to question number two. Just how many of them are there?!
My offender grunted as I threw him off of me easily, but the man seemed to spring off the ground with ease. From the benefit of the moonlight filtering in from the tall window panes I could see that his attire was of complete black and every part of his body was covered, save for his eyes. Which seemed all too young and big to fit the actions of this particular man. He didn’t look a day over twenty years. He was probably here to steal some valuable goods. That’s what a lot of young men did these days.
“Who are you?” I asked anyway, prepared for any surprise attacks he may throw my way. I gave him a nod that demanded an answer. "What is your business here?"
It annoys me that he doesn't respond. Instead, big soft eyes in a whirl of dark brown shift towards the direction of the window. I knew what his intentions were, but my reflexes were not up to par with his, for when he moved, he moved quickly in a split second towards escape. I may not have such skill with agility but my strength was no doubt unquestionable. The man managed to kick one side of the window open, and my eyes narrow onto the latch that popped off and off the edge with ease. He knows how to puncture out locks with accuracy. This was no ordinary theif, was he?
I grabbed his left arm and jerk him back. He lets out a surprised grunt, and is pulled towards me, not even giving any signs of surrendering. He was quite strong but this pest was nothing I couldn’t handle. My fear of losing him in the chase; however, was his advantage on me. He kicked and pulled, pushed against my body in order to level himself to push back. I wanted the Gods to grasp and puncture the fluids from my balls because I was undoubtedly aroused.
Fuck this time was as worse as any!
No man could dismiss the feel of softness, and I knew if I’d let my guard down for even a second, he was capable of snapping my neck. I just hope I could contain him to persuade him into telling me what his business was with Yoshimitsu. When it came to my uncle, it could be damn well anything.
He kept avoiding the questions I demanded of him, flipping and twisting around me once he miraculously managed to release himself of my hold. The flying devils of hell! He had the reflexes of a fucking cat!
It suddenly occurred to me that he wasn't throwing any threatening punches at all. It was as if he was lashing out arms and limbs to distract me rather than hurt me.
“The fuck are you playing at?” I grunt, and dodge a blow from his elbow and seeing his lithe figure move quickly away from me.
Tackling him to the ground wasn’t a problem. Controlling my persistent arousal was. God knows I haven’t had a good fuck in a long while. And if my dick wasn’t playing tricks on my mind, I’d say I was hallucinating over the fact that I could have sworn I heard a little moan from the man when my body crushed him further under me. I wasn’t exactly the lightest person on Earth and I’d imagine anyone under me would be in pain from a force not meant for pleasure.
“You aren’t answering my question. Answer. Now.”
I push harder against him and his eyes flutter quickly and it took him a second to regain his steely resolve. I expected him to spit out insults at me or try to knee me in the groin since I was dumb enough to not wedge my leg in between his to prevent him from doing so. Now I knew for a fact that he knew because the next thing I knew, he was leaning even closer, breath moist against my earlobe before I feel wetness and a quick nibble. He kisses my ear before whispering a barely audible Sorry. I wasn’t sure if I heard it. But before I could contemplate on it, or even fucking move, he kneed me right in the groin, earning a blasted curse and a pained groan from me. I was then shucked off like a weighed down potato sack.
Using the last of my reflexes, I reach out to grab at his ankles and curse out loud as I grip nothing but air. He hesitates for a split second at the window sill and hops out without a glance back.
What the hell…
I’d insisted on night time this time when I sat at our spot, playing nervously with the tips of green grass as I waited for Yunho’s arrival. Last night was way too much of a close call. I’m beginning to think Junsu was right. Involving Yunho in this was too much for me to manage. Yunho was far from a stupid man and it would be time until he put two and two together. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d told Yoshimitsu or his goons about what had transpired last night. The security would double and it wasn’t as if I needed any more people to worry about.
I should have run while his attention was diverted by Junsu. But the thought of him ever catching me scared the hell out of me that I’d been frozen stiff for far too long. Not giving myself enough time to escape him. And because of that I had to resort to injuring him. I didn’t know how I was going to react when he told me. He was going to tell me about the mysterious man in black and then what was I to tell him?
“Tell me what?”
I yelp and nearly topple down the slight hill of grass as I turn to see Yunho approaching me with a curious expression stretched across his face. I hadn’t realized I’d mumbled those words aloud.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me. I’ve had a hell of a night yesterday and a hell of a day so I was hoping you’d be my sunshine for tonight. If that makes any fucking sense.” Yunho snorted as he slightly hobbled his way down with the blankets and a basket.
My heart foolishly twists and clenches as conflicting thoughts so easily vanished from all conscience thought. Hell, conscience did not exist when I was with this man.
I helped him get us settled onto the blanket, and my fingers were all jitters as I eagerly helped him and smoothed out the blanket. The sour pouty look on his face had my chest swelling in size. I felt guilt because I was the one that kneed him in his family jewels. Second was awe because behind that manly characteristic trait of him lies a little boy deep inside. Well actually, he seemed more of the little boy at this very moment.
“If you’re going to ask about why I’m limping - ” He started to speak, and I shook my head and interjected a bit too quickly.
“That’s alright. You don’t have to.” And I meant every word of it.
“But this…guy broke into my uncle’s study room and punctured me in the sac.” He finished.
Oye…
“T-That’s…that’s terrible!”
I can’t say I didn’t try. I sent a prayer to above for Yunho to buy it. If he wasn’t going to buy it then I was going to have to resort to other...more persuasive methods. I was hoping it wouldn’t since it would be much too easy for him to find out who I was.
“Yeah, no kidding. I don’t know what he was in there for, Jejung, but he had a partner in there as well.”
“Partner?”
“Yeah.”
I wish Yunho had spoken more instead of giving me one worded answers. That made conversation all the more unpleasant. I didn’t want to talk about it any longer. I didn’t trust myself to give myself away. I was good with my body but I was clumsy with words.
“A-As long as you’re alright.” I produced rather lamely. “Are you -”
“I’m fine, Jejung.”
“Oh. Well that’s good.”
Yunho stared at me.
“That’s all that matters right?”
“Yeah.”
Yunho stared at me some more and I cannot tell if those orbs were filled with suspicion or mere curiosity of why I didn’t have much to say.
“You seem awfully calm about this.” He provided, and I wanted to dig a hole beside me and jump in. Then again it wasn’t like Yunho couldn’t find me.
“I’m just feeling under the weather today. I’m sorry I haven’t been such good company so far. Maybe it’s best we meet another night?” I found it impossibly hard to look him in the eyes, so I settled for his chest. Such a nice chest…
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Oh, no.
“Yunho -”
“I barely get to see you enough as it is. And now you’ve been suggesting that we meet during the night time only. What’s going on, Jejung?” Yunho asks, his expression too grave, and my nerves too unsettled. I was trembling and he’d be blind not to take notice.
“I’m…I’m not sure…” I stuttered, eyes slightly shifting up to his bow shaped lips. Alright, this was an improvement. Now if I can just work on practicing on lying straight to his face. Yunho continued to stare at me, giving me a straight faced stern look that told me to cut the bullshit. “I’m afraid of your family,” I mumbled, providing that rather lamely.
Fuck no. I was not afraid of his family at all. But knowing Yunho, he was the kind of man who would not let things go until he was satisfied with whatever was asked of you. I knew he would buy this because Yoshimitsu was no stranger to making people suffer at his hand.
“Oh, darling. You don’t need to be and you know that.” Yunho pulled me against him, arms wrapped tightly around me, I literally felt my heart dropping in relief. I slid an arm across his stomach and hugged him in return, burrowing myself further into his warmth. How was it possible to feel safe and in danger at the same time?
Yunho’s hand moved to cup a side of my cheek and I leaned into his big hand all too eagerly. I want to live every day like it was my last. Where was the fun in tiptoeing amongst egg shells? I was suffering anyway. I wondered what it was that Yunho saw when he hesitated while keeping direct eye contact with me. I settled on resolving his hesitation when I closed my eyes and leaned forward to brush my lips softly against his in a lingering kiss.
My heart swelled at his pleasured groan, and before I knew it, we were in a tangle of moving arms and mouths, gripping, caressing, and squeezing.
I winced at the sound of his pained groan when I carelessly squeezed at his groin. So stupid of me! I’d kicked him there last night!
“I’m sorry!” I whispered in a rush, moving to slide my hand away, but his hand gripped at my wrist, holding my hand there. “Yunho?” I asked, confused, wondering where he was going with this. I didn’t think he was this much of a masochist.
“It’s fine, Jejung. Just don’t be so rough. He only got my nuts.”
I felt droplets of my spit shoot out from closed mouth as I tried my hardest not to chuckle. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it sounded as if he’d been kicked in the crotch on a daily business. His hard glare would have had anyone cowering at his will. But I was no anyone. I was that someone who was going to make him a frustrated groaning but happy man.
My hand shifted down and around to unfasten the hem of his pants. His look of alarm and surprise amused me to no end.
“Jejung?” He queried cautiously. “What are you doing?”
“Are you really that confused, darling? I’m going to suckle your glorious prick.”
I wanted to laugh at the comical look of innocence on Yunho’s face. This was definitely the little boy. His hair seemed tousled and his eyes were still blinking in a dazed wonder. I wiped a bit of drool on the side of his mouth and said, “That is…if you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t ever recall ever saying no to this.” Yunho gives me a darkened look and I felt myself harden and shiver. He was giving me a look that had me feeling his hands all over me. And the worst part was that he hadn’t a finger on me! “Get to it, baby,” He says, lifting his hips a bit for me to pull his pants a segment lower.
My mouth waters at the sight of his cock springing up, head pointed towards my face, the pearling tip reaching out and brushing against my bottom lip. My tongue instinctively rolled out to lap leisurely at his weeping head, earning myself a sultry groan from him. His big hands caressed both sides of my cheeks and slid down to settle at my neck, cupping me softly as he waited for me to move. I gave his cock a kittenish lick before leaning against his hand and looking up at him in question.
“As long as I don’t squeeze your balls right?” I wink and smile as he scowled at me.
“I think you sucking on my dick is going to make my balls squeeze nonetheless.”
“Mm. Point.”
“Now get back on it, baby.”
I wanted nothing more but to frustrate him even further because an angry Yunho was a sexy Yunho. But I knew torturing him would also mean torturing myself. Giving in to both of our desires, I eagerly lap at his cock again, working my way slowly from his weeping head and down. It took me everything I had from cupping at him because I knew that was the quickest way to get him off than anything. But knowing I couldn’t do that, I settled for fisting at what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.
I felt his hands gripping tighter at the sides of my neck, but felt no pressure too unbearable, and no pain that was unpleasant. I stole a peek to see my man’s face contoured in pained pleasure and I felt that spur of excitement and need to please him even further. I moved him further down, and took what I could of my throat and sucked harder, moaning wantonly when I felt one of his hands cup my head, threading his long fingers into my hair. His grip tightened just a fraction and I whimpered, flicking my tongue against the slit of his cock, milking what I could out of him with my mouth. If I couldn’t have him the way I wanted him, I decided that this was the next best thing. Any part of him inside me would have to suffice for now.
I reveled in satisfaction as I heard him shout my name, followed by husky groans of compliments. I continued sucking him dry like a man starved of fluids. Or rather, starved of lack of attention for my own hard-on. But his pleasure was satisfying enough for me. I have his cock one last lick and he muttered a low ‘come here’ before gripping at the sides of my shoulders to bring me up to lie on top of him.
I made sure to spread my legs around his sides to make sure my center rested on his stomach rather than his injured jewels. Resting my arms above his head, I leaned over him to have him take my mouth in a deep kiss. Hot breaths mingling and swallowed, I moaned in need, not realizing the fact that I was rutting against his stomach. I was aware of his hands gripping at the backs of my thighs to pull me higher and closer.
“I’d have my limbs torn off just to make love to you right now - ” Yunho began, but I’d interrupted with an amused chuckle.
“I wouldn’t wish to thrust such torture on you,” I finished for him, lapping at his mouth, moving my kisses down the column of his strong and bobbing throat.
“I may not be able to do so, but that won’t stop me from denying you the pleasure you so deserve.” Yunho muttered, seemingly having some trouble making me budge. “If you’d let me.”
“Oh, I’ll let you. When I’m finished with you, that is.”
“I’m quite sure I’d felt myself finishing in that ethereal mouth of yours.”
I moaned absently as I moved up to take his mouth once more, cradling his head in between my elbows. I sighed at his hands fondling at my backside and groping up my back. I yelped as my vision swam, the motions rushing to my head as I found myself on my back with Yunho settling above me. He took care not to crush me while he kissed at my nose and mouth.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to insist,” I whispered hoarsely against my mouth, hips thrusting against my straining need, drawing out a pleasured moan from my now swollen lips.
“Well, if you must." I grinned cheekily up at him, knowing I had the right to resist, but there was no use in defying such a man.
A/N: Augh. FINALLY! Jesus Christ, my life has been in a whirl of bullshit lately. I know I haven’t been around and I thank you all for sticking through. That is if anyone still is. @_@ Well thanks anyway. ;( Also, I’ve been in the works of having an update for Labels or Love. I’ve noticed that story has gotten quite some attention. Why stop there? Interested? Click here to see what the buzz is about!
And with that final note, Happy birthday, Nadia! :) Hope one of a kind girl has a one of a kind birthday today. LOVE YOU. ♥
Chapter(s): 06/?
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: action, angst, historical, romance
Rating: R
Warnings: language, tobacco use, violence, sexual content
Pairing: YunJae
Disclaimer: I do not own any known characters in this story.
Synopsis: The history of two family names collide, clashes and tangle in a way neither is willing to settle. Written stories told and never forgotten. Secrets are meant to be concealed; never unveiled. Two vessels wrapped in a love so taboo - venomous to the touch. And what is the purpose of a battle? Fought to conquer and prevail.
More on plunnie (if you're a jaeho_complex member): click here
Comment(s): Note 1: For moon1084’s birthday. X) Note 2: Also, this fiction is set back in the Meiji period (1868-1912).
Chapter Six
“I don’t intend to ask you again.” I intentionally use that tone of voice with my cousin to show him I am equally serious. If he was going to play the serious card, so shall I. Junsu surrenders with a relenting sigh. For a moment, I do feel pity for him, but I know my cousin well. That face has fooled millions but it does nothing for me. I won’t let him get away with betraying me like this. “You’ve got some nerve, Junsu.”
“Jejung, you have to understand - ” He started to speak but I interrupt.
“What is there to understand?” I spat out, now determined to pile my grief onto his shoulders - why I’d bury him alive with it if I have to. “You’ve been sleuthing more, well if not, just as much as I have. How can you look me in the eye and blatantly lie to me?!”
“I know, I feel terrible for hiding this from you, but I will not apologize!” Junsu snapped back. “Jejung, I understand what you’re going through. Yes, I am trying to take Yoshimitsu down but on my terms!”
I snort in response and Junsu seems agitated enough. Well that’s good. One of us has to be angry. No one deserves to be calm. Not right now.
“Whatever is the matter with how I do things, dear cousin.” Junsu senses my sarcasm and ignores it.
“Haven’t you noticed that you’ve not known about my being involved until now? I have the capability to be discreet about these things. You on the other hand,” He mutters, giving me that stare before turning away. “ - do not.”
”What?”
“You let your emotions take the best of you and you hardly ever act logically in difficult situation. I should have you know, in case you didn’t, that with Matsumoto in the equation, you will have trouble even remotely thinking.”
“Well aren’t you the know it all?”
“I know more than you and you know it.”
“I don’t have time for this.” I turn around to change out of my sleeping attire. Since the cat is out of the bag, I may as well change into my suit. “I am doing this whether you like it or not, and if you wish to come, you will do it on my terms.”
I wasn’t going to let Junsu ruin my plans. Yes, I harbor feelings for Yunho, but having feelings for him will not change the fact that his uncle is the blood thirsty murderer of my father. Picking convenient times when Yunho wasn’t going to be around was perfect. As long as I was precise with timing, running into Yunho should not be a problem.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m coming with you. But at least promise me you’ll listen to me.” Junsu surrendered, which wasn’t surprising, but his proposal was. Listen to him?
“Are you mad?” I slip into my skin fitting leather jacket and zip it up to the base of my neck. “Is that any way to convince me of allowing you to come with me?”
“Alright, fine. You will allow me to work with you. Is that better for you?” I can almost imagine the comical agitated look scrawled across his face.
“Fine.”
“Let me get dressed. And don’t you dare sneak off without me.”
“The longer you stand here squawking at me, the less time you have to change.”
Junsu gave me a pointed stare and we made eye contact without so much as a blink.
“I suggest you hurry before I leave you alone to stew in your thoughts.”
“I should hope not. You know better than that.” Junsu gave me a searching look before realizing that I wouldn’t sneak off. With a quick turn of his shoulder, and an awfully unsubtle peek, he strode towards his room.
(Yunho’s POV)
Damn, I knew it. Coming here was a bad idea. I love Auntie but I swear the shit I do for her, putting up with Daichi and Yoshimitsu, is well suicide. Not that Daichi can ever take me on. The mere yapping of his voice can make even the strongest of men run a bullet through his fucking brains.
I stare at the documents scattered on the dining room table for the umpteenth time, wondering through and through, why Yoshimitsu was so persistent on me taking over or even have any part of the black market. I was perfectly content on Daichi taking over. No matter how corrupt this shit is. As long as they keep me the fuck out of this, I don’t give a shit what they do.
It seems like Yoshimitsu’s trades were slipping. Apparently someone had found some impossible loophole and has breached operations. He wants me to find out why. How the fuck was I supposed to know? I know he needs me for muscle strength but for what purpose, exactly? Did he actually expect for me to shed blood?
Every fiber of my being told me to back out and get the fuck out of this town. Hell, to get the fuck out of this damn city. I didn’t like sudden transitioning into Westernization. Fuck the foreigners for brining firing arms into this country, making it so god damn easy to kill. It made my blood boil to see even authorities of our own shooting down civilians in cold blood. I felt disgusted here and now, even placating on helping Yoshimitsu smuggle more firearms overseas, such weapons that bastards can use to kill their own people.
My pupils dilated in anger as I watched my fists bunch the side of the paper in my fist. No. Fuck this. Fuck him. Fuck them all! I wasn’t going to do this. I couldn’t control what Yoshimitsu did but I could damn well control mine.
Collecting the papers in my hands I pushed the chair back, for a second not caring if I woke the whole damn house. I was going to put these papers back in Yoshimitsu’s desk and I wasn’t coming back again. I don’t doubt Yoshimitsu’s authority for a minute. But if he had any decency for the sake of my father, he wouldn’t push it. If I had to take his goons head on, I would. They weren’t any concern of mine.
Taking the files with me, I strode towards the stairs, taking two at a time. I figured the sooner I got out of here the better. The lights below the doors were dark, indicating that everyone in the house was asleep. Well that’s good. Someone should be getting some of it.
Hands grasped against the doorknob, I twisted and tossed it back. My strides quickly led me towards the desk and I unlocked one of the cabinets and slid the documents in before locking it. Not long before I turned around, I saw the dash of a black figure slip out of the office. What the fuck!
“Oi-!”
It irritated the fuck out of me that my senses and instincts were off the charts today, because I wasn’t expecting the sudden weight dropping from God knows where and onto my back.
Another one?! And the one thing that sent me on alert was the safety of the people in this house. There weren’t only one of them - but two. Which leads to question number two. Just how many of them are there?!
My offender grunted as I threw him off of me easily, but the man seemed to spring off the ground with ease. From the benefit of the moonlight filtering in from the tall window panes I could see that his attire was of complete black and every part of his body was covered, save for his eyes. Which seemed all too young and big to fit the actions of this particular man. He didn’t look a day over twenty years. He was probably here to steal some valuable goods. That’s what a lot of young men did these days.
“Who are you?” I asked anyway, prepared for any surprise attacks he may throw my way. I gave him a nod that demanded an answer. "What is your business here?"
It annoys me that he doesn't respond. Instead, big soft eyes in a whirl of dark brown shift towards the direction of the window. I knew what his intentions were, but my reflexes were not up to par with his, for when he moved, he moved quickly in a split second towards escape. I may not have such skill with agility but my strength was no doubt unquestionable. The man managed to kick one side of the window open, and my eyes narrow onto the latch that popped off and off the edge with ease. He knows how to puncture out locks with accuracy. This was no ordinary theif, was he?
I grabbed his left arm and jerk him back. He lets out a surprised grunt, and is pulled towards me, not even giving any signs of surrendering. He was quite strong but this pest was nothing I couldn’t handle. My fear of losing him in the chase; however, was his advantage on me. He kicked and pulled, pushed against my body in order to level himself to push back. I wanted the Gods to grasp and puncture the fluids from my balls because I was undoubtedly aroused.
Fuck this time was as worse as any!
No man could dismiss the feel of softness, and I knew if I’d let my guard down for even a second, he was capable of snapping my neck. I just hope I could contain him to persuade him into telling me what his business was with Yoshimitsu. When it came to my uncle, it could be damn well anything.
He kept avoiding the questions I demanded of him, flipping and twisting around me once he miraculously managed to release himself of my hold. The flying devils of hell! He had the reflexes of a fucking cat!
It suddenly occurred to me that he wasn't throwing any threatening punches at all. It was as if he was lashing out arms and limbs to distract me rather than hurt me.
“The fuck are you playing at?” I grunt, and dodge a blow from his elbow and seeing his lithe figure move quickly away from me.
Tackling him to the ground wasn’t a problem. Controlling my persistent arousal was. God knows I haven’t had a good fuck in a long while. And if my dick wasn’t playing tricks on my mind, I’d say I was hallucinating over the fact that I could have sworn I heard a little moan from the man when my body crushed him further under me. I wasn’t exactly the lightest person on Earth and I’d imagine anyone under me would be in pain from a force not meant for pleasure.
“You aren’t answering my question. Answer. Now.”
I push harder against him and his eyes flutter quickly and it took him a second to regain his steely resolve. I expected him to spit out insults at me or try to knee me in the groin since I was dumb enough to not wedge my leg in between his to prevent him from doing so. Now I knew for a fact that he knew because the next thing I knew, he was leaning even closer, breath moist against my earlobe before I feel wetness and a quick nibble. He kisses my ear before whispering a barely audible Sorry. I wasn’t sure if I heard it. But before I could contemplate on it, or even fucking move, he kneed me right in the groin, earning a blasted curse and a pained groan from me. I was then shucked off like a weighed down potato sack.
Using the last of my reflexes, I reach out to grab at his ankles and curse out loud as I grip nothing but air. He hesitates for a split second at the window sill and hops out without a glance back.
What the hell…
I’d insisted on night time this time when I sat at our spot, playing nervously with the tips of green grass as I waited for Yunho’s arrival. Last night was way too much of a close call. I’m beginning to think Junsu was right. Involving Yunho in this was too much for me to manage. Yunho was far from a stupid man and it would be time until he put two and two together. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d told Yoshimitsu or his goons about what had transpired last night. The security would double and it wasn’t as if I needed any more people to worry about.
I should have run while his attention was diverted by Junsu. But the thought of him ever catching me scared the hell out of me that I’d been frozen stiff for far too long. Not giving myself enough time to escape him. And because of that I had to resort to injuring him. I didn’t know how I was going to react when he told me. He was going to tell me about the mysterious man in black and then what was I to tell him?
“Tell me what?”
I yelp and nearly topple down the slight hill of grass as I turn to see Yunho approaching me with a curious expression stretched across his face. I hadn’t realized I’d mumbled those words aloud.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me. I’ve had a hell of a night yesterday and a hell of a day so I was hoping you’d be my sunshine for tonight. If that makes any fucking sense.” Yunho snorted as he slightly hobbled his way down with the blankets and a basket.
My heart foolishly twists and clenches as conflicting thoughts so easily vanished from all conscience thought. Hell, conscience did not exist when I was with this man.
I helped him get us settled onto the blanket, and my fingers were all jitters as I eagerly helped him and smoothed out the blanket. The sour pouty look on his face had my chest swelling in size. I felt guilt because I was the one that kneed him in his family jewels. Second was awe because behind that manly characteristic trait of him lies a little boy deep inside. Well actually, he seemed more of the little boy at this very moment.
“If you’re going to ask about why I’m limping - ” He started to speak, and I shook my head and interjected a bit too quickly.
“That’s alright. You don’t have to.” And I meant every word of it.
“But this…guy broke into my uncle’s study room and punctured me in the sac.” He finished.
Oye…
“T-That’s…that’s terrible!”
I can’t say I didn’t try. I sent a prayer to above for Yunho to buy it. If he wasn’t going to buy it then I was going to have to resort to other...more persuasive methods. I was hoping it wouldn’t since it would be much too easy for him to find out who I was.
“Yeah, no kidding. I don’t know what he was in there for, Jejung, but he had a partner in there as well.”
“Partner?”
“Yeah.”
I wish Yunho had spoken more instead of giving me one worded answers. That made conversation all the more unpleasant. I didn’t want to talk about it any longer. I didn’t trust myself to give myself away. I was good with my body but I was clumsy with words.
“A-As long as you’re alright.” I produced rather lamely. “Are you -”
“I’m fine, Jejung.”
“Oh. Well that’s good.”
Yunho stared at me.
“That’s all that matters right?”
“Yeah.”
Yunho stared at me some more and I cannot tell if those orbs were filled with suspicion or mere curiosity of why I didn’t have much to say.
“You seem awfully calm about this.” He provided, and I wanted to dig a hole beside me and jump in. Then again it wasn’t like Yunho couldn’t find me.
“I’m just feeling under the weather today. I’m sorry I haven’t been such good company so far. Maybe it’s best we meet another night?” I found it impossibly hard to look him in the eyes, so I settled for his chest. Such a nice chest…
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Oh, no.
“Yunho -”
“I barely get to see you enough as it is. And now you’ve been suggesting that we meet during the night time only. What’s going on, Jejung?” Yunho asks, his expression too grave, and my nerves too unsettled. I was trembling and he’d be blind not to take notice.
“I’m…I’m not sure…” I stuttered, eyes slightly shifting up to his bow shaped lips. Alright, this was an improvement. Now if I can just work on practicing on lying straight to his face. Yunho continued to stare at me, giving me a straight faced stern look that told me to cut the bullshit. “I’m afraid of your family,” I mumbled, providing that rather lamely.
Fuck no. I was not afraid of his family at all. But knowing Yunho, he was the kind of man who would not let things go until he was satisfied with whatever was asked of you. I knew he would buy this because Yoshimitsu was no stranger to making people suffer at his hand.
“Oh, darling. You don’t need to be and you know that.” Yunho pulled me against him, arms wrapped tightly around me, I literally felt my heart dropping in relief. I slid an arm across his stomach and hugged him in return, burrowing myself further into his warmth. How was it possible to feel safe and in danger at the same time?
Yunho’s hand moved to cup a side of my cheek and I leaned into his big hand all too eagerly. I want to live every day like it was my last. Where was the fun in tiptoeing amongst egg shells? I was suffering anyway. I wondered what it was that Yunho saw when he hesitated while keeping direct eye contact with me. I settled on resolving his hesitation when I closed my eyes and leaned forward to brush my lips softly against his in a lingering kiss.
My heart swelled at his pleasured groan, and before I knew it, we were in a tangle of moving arms and mouths, gripping, caressing, and squeezing.
I winced at the sound of his pained groan when I carelessly squeezed at his groin. So stupid of me! I’d kicked him there last night!
“I’m sorry!” I whispered in a rush, moving to slide my hand away, but his hand gripped at my wrist, holding my hand there. “Yunho?” I asked, confused, wondering where he was going with this. I didn’t think he was this much of a masochist.
“It’s fine, Jejung. Just don’t be so rough. He only got my nuts.”
I felt droplets of my spit shoot out from closed mouth as I tried my hardest not to chuckle. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it sounded as if he’d been kicked in the crotch on a daily business. His hard glare would have had anyone cowering at his will. But I was no anyone. I was that someone who was going to make him a frustrated groaning but happy man.
My hand shifted down and around to unfasten the hem of his pants. His look of alarm and surprise amused me to no end.
“Jejung?” He queried cautiously. “What are you doing?”
“Are you really that confused, darling? I’m going to suckle your glorious prick.”
I wanted to laugh at the comical look of innocence on Yunho’s face. This was definitely the little boy. His hair seemed tousled and his eyes were still blinking in a dazed wonder. I wiped a bit of drool on the side of his mouth and said, “That is…if you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t ever recall ever saying no to this.” Yunho gives me a darkened look and I felt myself harden and shiver. He was giving me a look that had me feeling his hands all over me. And the worst part was that he hadn’t a finger on me! “Get to it, baby,” He says, lifting his hips a bit for me to pull his pants a segment lower.
My mouth waters at the sight of his cock springing up, head pointed towards my face, the pearling tip reaching out and brushing against my bottom lip. My tongue instinctively rolled out to lap leisurely at his weeping head, earning myself a sultry groan from him. His big hands caressed both sides of my cheeks and slid down to settle at my neck, cupping me softly as he waited for me to move. I gave his cock a kittenish lick before leaning against his hand and looking up at him in question.
“As long as I don’t squeeze your balls right?” I wink and smile as he scowled at me.
“I think you sucking on my dick is going to make my balls squeeze nonetheless.”
“Mm. Point.”
“Now get back on it, baby.”
I wanted nothing more but to frustrate him even further because an angry Yunho was a sexy Yunho. But I knew torturing him would also mean torturing myself. Giving in to both of our desires, I eagerly lap at his cock again, working my way slowly from his weeping head and down. It took me everything I had from cupping at him because I knew that was the quickest way to get him off than anything. But knowing I couldn’t do that, I settled for fisting at what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.
I felt his hands gripping tighter at the sides of my neck, but felt no pressure too unbearable, and no pain that was unpleasant. I stole a peek to see my man’s face contoured in pained pleasure and I felt that spur of excitement and need to please him even further. I moved him further down, and took what I could of my throat and sucked harder, moaning wantonly when I felt one of his hands cup my head, threading his long fingers into my hair. His grip tightened just a fraction and I whimpered, flicking my tongue against the slit of his cock, milking what I could out of him with my mouth. If I couldn’t have him the way I wanted him, I decided that this was the next best thing. Any part of him inside me would have to suffice for now.
I reveled in satisfaction as I heard him shout my name, followed by husky groans of compliments. I continued sucking him dry like a man starved of fluids. Or rather, starved of lack of attention for my own hard-on. But his pleasure was satisfying enough for me. I have his cock one last lick and he muttered a low ‘come here’ before gripping at the sides of my shoulders to bring me up to lie on top of him.
I made sure to spread my legs around his sides to make sure my center rested on his stomach rather than his injured jewels. Resting my arms above his head, I leaned over him to have him take my mouth in a deep kiss. Hot breaths mingling and swallowed, I moaned in need, not realizing the fact that I was rutting against his stomach. I was aware of his hands gripping at the backs of my thighs to pull me higher and closer.
“I’d have my limbs torn off just to make love to you right now - ” Yunho began, but I’d interrupted with an amused chuckle.
“I wouldn’t wish to thrust such torture on you,” I finished for him, lapping at his mouth, moving my kisses down the column of his strong and bobbing throat.
“I may not be able to do so, but that won’t stop me from denying you the pleasure you so deserve.” Yunho muttered, seemingly having some trouble making me budge. “If you’d let me.”
“Oh, I’ll let you. When I’m finished with you, that is.”
“I’m quite sure I’d felt myself finishing in that ethereal mouth of yours.”
I moaned absently as I moved up to take his mouth once more, cradling his head in between my elbows. I sighed at his hands fondling at my backside and groping up my back. I yelped as my vision swam, the motions rushing to my head as I found myself on my back with Yunho settling above me. He took care not to crush me while he kissed at my nose and mouth.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to insist,” I whispered hoarsely against my mouth, hips thrusting against my straining need, drawing out a pleasured moan from my now swollen lips.
“Well, if you must." I grinned cheekily up at him, knowing I had the right to resist, but there was no use in defying such a man.
A/N: Augh. FINALLY! Jesus Christ, my life has been in a whirl of bullshit lately. I know I haven’t been around and I thank you all for sticking through. That is if anyone still is. @_@ Well thanks anyway. ;( Also, I’ve been in the works of having an update for Labels or Love. I’ve noticed that story has gotten quite some attention. Why stop there? Interested? Click here to see what the buzz is about!
And with that final note, Happy birthday, Nadia! :) Hope one of a kind girl has a one of a kind birthday today. LOVE YOU. ♥