It Takes Two - Chapter 24 (Completed)
Author: Shriya_4
Pairing: Jaemin, Past!Yoomin, Past!Yunjae, 2U, MinSu.
Length: 24/24 (Completed)
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, AU, Angst, Humor, Fluff.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Character Death (Yunho,Yoochun), Language.
Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE! MUHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *gets bricked by SM, Avex and CJeS*
Summary: Yoochun and Yunho have only one goal in mind - Getting their boyfriends together. Now the only problem is that they're both dead and their boyfriends still alive. So they decide to take the matter to the dude upstairs. However, things aren't going to be that easy, especially since both Changmin and Jaejoong seem to hate each other with an almost incomprehensible virulence and still appear to remain in love with their deceased boyfriends.
Are the two boys in heaven ever going to accomplish their goal?
Chapter 24:
He watched the platinum band glint bewitchingly in the moonlight, wondering, almost poetically, if the metal had been carved out of the very body that it seemed to mirror so eloquently. Jaejoong. He heard it whisper kindly. Jaejoong. My Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.
He smiled, his heart beating steadily to the winking of the stars.
“You look strangely content,” Junsu whispered, materializing behind the younger man and pressing his cold lips against the warm shell of his ear.
Changmin laughed airily, shrugging the older away, leaning his body closer to the railing as he felt the man make himself comfortable beside him, “It’s s-stupid,” he murmured into the night, “he said y-yes. He wants it as much as I do…b-but I’m still s-scared. I’m just scared and r-really happy at the same t-time.”
Junsu bit his lip, looking up at the dark velvet of the sky, “Being scared is natural. Being happy on the other hand…” he trailed off feigning uncertainty and laughing quietly as the other nudged his ribs.
“Being happy, is the reward for all the hard work you put in. You did well, Kid,” he continued in a murmur, rubbing a soothing hand over the other’s head, “It’s nearly over now.”
The younger frowned at the ambiguous statement and turned to face him, “W-What?-“
Xiah…
He blinked and the apparition was gone leaving behind a slightly disoriented Junsu.
“Ah…I think I had too much to drink,” the older stated, shaking his head and walking back into the warmth of the apartment, leaving Changmin to stare bewilderedly at his retreating figure.
“Changmin-ah,” he heard Jaejoong call from the kitchen, “Can you help me set up the table?”
The younger smiled, his uneven eyes taking on crescent shapes, and fastened the ring back on to his finger, a feeling of rightness settling over his heart.
“Coming!” he shouted.
Later that night, when everyone they cared for had fallen asleep, Changmin, under the blanket of darkness, under the faux light of humanity, lay back against the silk of the dark pillows, sighing as he felt his lover trail lazy, loving, gentle kisses down the column of his throat, pausing to whisper senseless words of love, of faith and of forever.
He ran his lean fingers through the other’s silky long hair, arching gracefully as he felt him place a wet, languid kiss against the hollow of his neck. His eyes shimmered under the dim light of the night lamp as he felt the enormity of the day, the enormity of being engaged, the enormity of finally belonging.
“J-jaejoong…” he whispered the name like a prayer, tugging the other’s head up and placing a soft kiss against the other’s pouty lips, tracing his tongue along the skin, tasting the remnants of the night’s dessert and shivering at the feeling of home flittering across his soul.
The older opened his eyes and nudged his nose softly against the younger’s; chocolate brown eyes meeting deep hazel pools of longing.
“It’s you and me,” Jaejoong murmured, “It’s always meant more, felt more when it’s been you and me.”
He wouldn’t have believed in those words, wouldn’t have placed an unwarranted faith in empty promises framed from broken hearts…
But those tears he saw amidst the lust of passion and warmth of love made him reach out and draw the man close to his heart, “…I love you,” he whispered fiercely, running his palms down the naked contours of the other’s back and tracing his name along the skin, as if tattooing it there forever.
Jaejoong, consumed by the need to take, unfastened the scanty remnants of their clothes and trailed his nails across Changmin’s chest, scraping across the other’s nipples and placing solid, possessive kisses against his chest, burning his very essence into the other’s body.
“I want you,” he murmured, “God, I want you so much, I ache.”
The taller of the two laughed throatily, lightly mocking the underlying petulence behind the shorter one’s statement, “I’m y-yours. Every part of me belongs to you, f-fool, so take me.”
Jaejoong bit Changmin’s lip reproachfully and turned his attention to his hardened member, “Someone’s impatient,” he muttered amusedly, wrapping his supple hand over the throbbing shaft and proceeding to drive the other to the edge of pleasurable insanity.
“Hyung, p-please…” the younger moaned helplessly, “Been…so l-long…I-I just want you. N-nothing but you.”
Jaejoong glanced up through his hair and smiled gently. He lifted himself off of Changmin and sat back on his knees, looking at his fiancé.
Fiancé…
He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of saying that.
“What’s w-wrong?” the latter asked, moaning in frustration at having been abandoned at his peak.
“Do you want to take me, Min? …Do you want to top?”
Changmin froze and raised his body up, leaning back against his palms, “….”
“Min?”
“Are you s-sure, Jae?” he murmured, gazing into the other’s eyes for a glimpse of uncertainty, “Are you ready?”
The older grinned, ducking his head down. God, he’s so cute.
“Yes.”
I’m sure. I’ve always been sure.
The younger didn’t waste time. He grasped the elder’s shoulder and rolled them over till Jaejoong lay under him, gazing at him with those too-wide eyes, certainty and contentment reflecting back at him.
I love you.
So much.
He nuzzled his face into the side of his neck and proceeded to kiss him deeply, fully and tantalizingly while wrapping his arms securely around his slim waist.
Jaejoong moaned as he felt their cores rub against each other and wrapped his legs tightly around Changmin’s hips, dragging him closer to himself, subconsciously trying to merge their souls into one.
“Inside…” he groaned, bucking up against Min, impatiently, “Please…just…inside.”
Mine…
Mine was what Changmin thought as he plundered Jaejoong’s mouth with his own.
Mine was what he growled out as he held his lover close between the space of preparation and consummation.
Mine was what he chanted as he plunged into the excruciating heat of Jaejoong’s tightness.
Yours was what Jaejoong sobbed at the brink of his nirvana.
Tears poured down the elder’s face as he held Changmin through their orgasms, his heart clenching painfully in his chest as he felt the younger reach searchingly for his palm and hold on to it with a grip that could only be described as possessive.
Yours. Yours. Yours was all he could mumble as he felt the other’s tears mingle with his own.
Changmin raised himself up on to his arms and looked down at his future. Past…present…future…forever.
“I love you, Jaejoong.”
The other smiled and he felt it right down to his gut, his ears ringing as he waited and waited.
“You’re my other half, Min.” Jaejoong finally whispered, “You’re my soul-mate…my soul-fighter. I love you.”
The ringing grew progressively louder and louder still as they kissed, their hearts so entwined in destiny and fate.
And a blinding flash of light awoke Changmin from a long awaited dream.
"Changmin.."
"Changmin, that's the eighth time you've put the alarm on snooze. Come on, baby, you need to wake up..."
"Mmmf..?"
"Shim Changmin... Wake up! We're going to be late for Jiyool's graduation."
"Ugh.. Five more minutes.. I's 'till early.."
Jaejoong huffed as he brushed his husband's bangs away from his face, "Yah!It's already ten in the morning! Get up, already!"
Changmin grunted and buried his head into the pillow, "Go away, old man... You're too loud."
Twelve years of being married to each other and Jaejoong still couldn't figure out how they managed to irritate each other to this extent and still continue to love each other as much as they so obviously did.
Soul fighters indeed.
He was just about to kick the other off of the bed, when their bedroom door burst open and an excited Junsu strolled in alongside his more than embarrassed husband.
"Wakie-wakie, Minnie, the true love of your life is here," the exuberant man sang as he flung himself ceremoniously on to the bed, placing a big,wet, sloppy kiss against the sleeping man's cheek, causing Kyuhyun to bury his head into his hands and apologise profusely to Jaejoong, who in turn tried to swallow a choked laugh as Changmin turned away mumbling something along the lines of "Who let the dog in?"
Junsu, for his part, pouted petulantly.
"I should just lick him like a real dog and see how he likes it. Stupid jerk."
Having had enough, Jaejoong rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of Changmin's arms in order to pull him up and prop him comfortably against the headboard.
"Time to wake up, Min. What kind of parents would we be if we weren't there to congratulate our daughter on one of the biggest days of her life, huh?"
"But I was having a good dream..." The younger mumbled, sleepily, his lips curving into a whimsical smile.
"Oh? What about?" The older asked curiously, handing Changmin his toothbrush and clothes.
"Us... When we were younger..."
Jaejoong's eyes softened.
"And you were better looking.."
"YAH! SHIM CHANGMIN!"
Junsu rolled off of the bed in tears, while Kyuhyun tried to hold Jaejoong back from trying to kill his still-disoriented husband, all the while wondering how on Earth he'd managed to get himself pulled into such an insane group of friends.
But... he didn't regret any of it for even a second. This was home. This was family. This was forever.
They'd loved, they'd lost, they'd suffered and they'd won. Inevitable or not, they'd managed to succeed in their dreams for a greater love born out of tragedy.
All thanks to two very very persistent spirits...
Well...
Three.
You know, because Xiah... The cool fate-man-person-thing...
And God.
You can't forget God...
Because he's awesome...
And he's cool and fabulous and ghetto and chill and- Oh. Wait. Is this done?
Seriously?
Can I just fin- ?
Bu-
But-
Oh, alright keep your panties on.
Bye.
The End
xoxoxoxoxoxo
A/N 1: And it's done
A/N 2: A lot of you who've read this before are probably wondering why I decided to change the ending...well the reason is that I wasn't feeling it as much as the time I actually wrote it. I needed to make it a lot more satisfying and feel-goodish which wasn't exactly coming across before.
A/N 3: Anyway, concrit is always appreciated.
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