Challenge 6 - Batch B
Entry #6:
Title: Saved
Pairing: Sihae
A/N: The non-human in this fic is based on the characters from the movie I Am Number Four. If you haven't seen it, they're basically just super strong and fast humans. But they're aliens.
Donghae wakes with a headache. His eyes open and he finds that his surroundings are unfamiliar. He's lying in a sleeping bag and as he sits up, he realizes that the room he is in looks like an attic. It's dusty and filled with boxes; only one window provides its light. Curious, Donghae stands, rubbing his neck and walking to the window. The bright light irritates his head more but he peers outside, looking down at nothing but grass and trees. Then Donghae wakes fully and he begins to remember what had happened.
There were sirens and screeching tires accompanied by screaming and gunfire. Men in masks were pouring out of a bank, taking hostages to protect themselves and their stolen money. Donghae had been grabbed and a gun was put to his head. There was a struggle - the man in the mask dropped Donghae and he fell, his head hitting the ground. The last thing he had seen before he passed out was the face of a man without a mask.
A creak in the stairs causes Donghae to jolt out of his thoughts. He turns to see a man, the man who had saved him, entering the attic via ladder. The man is tall and handsome and his face is one that Donghae remembers from more than one occasion.
A memory flashes through Donghae's mind. A tall boy in a classroom runs out the door, trying to conceal a blue light surging from his palm.
“You...” Donghae says, staring at the man, “it's you. You saved me. But... I know you. We went to high school together. And I always saw you... at the library and at the store and... everywhere. You're watching over me, aren't you?”
“Shouldn't you be calling me a stalker and running away?” the man asks, offering a nervous smile.
“No... I know it's not like that.” Donghae takes a bold step forward.
“How do you know?” The man takes a hesitant step backward.
Donghae shrugs. “I just... do.”
The man stops and lets Donghae move closer. He looks down at Donghae as if he can't believe his eyes.
“I'm Siwon,” he says softly, reaching a tentative hand up to touch Donghae's cheek, “and I'm in love with you.”
“Love?” Donghae asks, throat dry.
“Our love... is different than human love,” Siwon says, smiling sadly. “You already knew that I wasn't human, didn't you?”
Donghae swallows and nods. He'd been researching and guessing ever since Siwon had disappeared from school without a word. But more than that, he'd been waiting.
“Why haven't you come to me sooner?” he asks, wanting to touch but holding himself back.
“It was dangerous,” Siwon explains. “If they knew it was you, they'd... I'm scared of what they would do.”
“They?” Donghae asks, carefully pressing a palm to Siwon's clothed chest.
“It doesn't matter anymore,” Siwon says, head shaking slightly. “You're safe. And... you're here. I... I can' t believe you're actually here.”
Donghae, lured in by Siwon's voice and warm hand on his cheek, leans forward and pushes himself up onto his toes just enough to swiftly press a kiss to Siwon's lips. He steps back after that, startled by his own actions.
“I... I just...” Donghae tries to explain but Siwon leans down to kiss him again and his words are forgotten.
The sleeping bag is remembered and Donghae tries to guide their bodies toward it without pulling away. He trips over the corner of a box and starts to fall but before he can even realize it, he's lying underneath Siwon, positioned perfectly on the sleeping bag.
“How did you...”
“I know lots of tricks,” Siwon says, grinning. “I'll show them to you... if you stick around.”
The husky quality of Siwon's voice has Donghae practically drooling and pulling Siwon down for another kiss. As a hand finds its way into Donghae's pants, he decides that sticking around might not be such a bad thing to do.
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Entry #7:
Run Away
Heechul x Henry
Warning: Tentacles (not rape)
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He watched with curious eyes as the boy awoke, his fingers and mouth twitching as he fought off waking. When the boy peered
around woozily, he stood and approached where he lay, staring down at him. "So, you're alive... welcome back to the miserable
world of the living, Henry."
The boy scrunched up at the sound of his name, "W-Who are you? How do you know m-my name?"
"It's not hard to guess with your student badge... Now why were you out here?"
"I ran away from home a-and I got lost..." Henry looked away. The man clicked his tongue disapprovingly, but shrugged.
--
Henry learned soon that he had been asleep for four days and that the man's name was Heechul, but nothing beyond that. Though
he hadn't told Heechul why he'd run away from home, he had a feeling he already knew - the scarring and bruises were enough
to tell anyone if they looked enough.
Heechul kept to himself, choosing to sleep outside of the cave he so obviously had made his home for who knows how long and
only actually sleeping after Henry had fallen asleep. Henry couldn't wrap his mind around it, but Heechul was hiding something... It
was confusing, but he shook his head most days and kept content in knowing nothing and being allowed to stay with the odd man.
--
It wasn't until two weeks had passed that he found out Heechul's secret. Heechul had gone out to bathe in the nearby stream and
Henry agreed to make dinner - but he needed water. So Henry decided it would be okay if he went and got the water without
Heechul knowing - he'd just pick a place further upstream.
He'd just bent down to fill a canteen with water when he happened to glance down to Heechul's direction and was utterly shell-
shocked by what he saw; protruding from Heechul's sides were six long, crimson tentacles. He felt like he'd just walked into some
crazy Japanese porn movie when he saw them move, helping Heechul in washing off.
He gasped and dropped the canteen, running back to the cave where he stayed until Heechul returned from his bath, the tentacles
now nowhere in sight.
--
"You saw me..." Heechul muttered later that night as Henry laid down to sleep, still uneasy. "Now you know... why I'm out here
alone."
Henry frowned, "W-where did they come from?"
"I don't know where they came from... I had to cut them out of my sides one day a few years ago and I ran away here to hide
from everyone..." Heechul buried his face in his knees, saddened that he'd be alone again.
Henry crawled off the bed and sat right against Heechul, "I'm not going anywhere..." A pause. "Can I... see them?"
Heechul turned to look at Henry and slowly his shirt began moving of its own accord and the tentacles began sliding out from
underneath the hem of the shirt. Henry reached out, gasping softly when the smooth, moist limb touched his hand, winding around
his wrist gently. "Wow..." Henry whispered, reaching out with his other hand and stroking the smooth, but firm flesh.
"It's so different... I thought they were supposed to be slimy and bumpy?" Henry frowned.
"No - these aren't anyway..." Heechul shrugged, a small smile on his face at Henry's obvious awe of them. "I don't do much with
them... I'm afraid they might be dangerous..."
Henry smiled softly and leaned over, pressing a small kiss to Heechul's lips; he'd felt the need to kiss him and he just went for it.
A few kisses and gentle touches later, they were sprawled out on the ground completely naked, Heechul hovering over Henry.
"Henry-ah..." Heechul murmured, taking control of their passionate kisses, his hips slowly grinding down, making Henry groan into
the kiss.
"Can I... use them?" Heechul murmured, smiling when Henry nodded, a blush staining his cute cheeks. "I won't let them hurt
you..."
Soon, Henry was a sweaty, panting mess underneath Heechul; the tentacles converging to give Henry as much pleasure as
possible while Heechul used his fingers to prep the boy's hole.
Henry gasped and squirmed, the tentacles pulling and pinching his nipples, rubbing over his sides and between his legs, wrapping
around his thighs and pulling them apart so two of the crimson limbs could stroke his cock, wetting it with his own precum.
Before the night was through, Henry came four times.
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Entry #8:
Title: Devious
Pairing: Donghae/Kyuhyun
Kyuhyun sighed as he dragged the large trash bag toward the back door of the café, still four hours away from the end of his shift. He slammed the back door open bad-temperedly and began dragging the trash into the alley.
A rumbling snarl filled the quiet night.
Kyuhyun froze and looked around, trying to see into the shadows.
But it was only a small dog, lying in the damp dark corner of the alley, watching him. It snarled again, and Kyuhyun realized that it was injured.
He wavered for a moment, and then ducked back inside and grabbed a bowl and a bottle of water. The dog drank as though it hadn’t in days, and Kyuhyun scowled as he realized that that might be true. He ducked back inside and stole an uncooked steak that had fallen on the floor, tossing it close enough that the dog didn’t have to move to eat it.
“Just relax, okay buddy?” he murmured quietly, and the dog’s ears pricked up as he looked up at Kyuhyun. “I’ll take you home after my shift and we’ll fix you up.”
But when he came out after four more grueling hours of heat and aching legs and shouted orders, the dog was gone.
-
Donghae watched the human with the dark eyes search the small alley, absently tracing his hand over his sore stomach. It would still take his injury several days to heal, if he let it happen naturally. There was no proper food for a kumiho in this stinking cesspool of a city, so if he wanted to heal it faster, he’d have to go elsewhere or call in a favor.
The fox spirit tilted his head and watched the young human trudge down the alley, head low. This strange boy was worth calling in a favor for.
-
Kyuhyun unlocked the door to his small apartment, eyes half-closed from exhaustion. After an absolutely shitty day at work, that injured dog hadn’t been there when his shift had ended. Kyuhyun found himself worried, wondering if the dog had made it to a safe place to heal or if he’d been picked up by Animal Control.
He almost didn’t notice the man standing in his living room until he reached the kitchen.
With a startled oath, he stumbled back, eyes wide as he took in the figure. The man was tall, with dark hair and light, almost whiskey-colored eyes. Contacts, Kyuhyun assumed. “What-” he swallowed. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”
Donghae tilted his head, letting his eyes roam over the younger man for the first time in good light. He was very good-looking, with his messy curly hair and those big dark eyes. Donghae felt his newly-healed body responding, and he knew exactly how he wanted to handle this.
“I owe you a debt,” he said, and smiled. Kyuhyun’s back hit the wall as he saw the other man’s canines, unnaturally pointed. “I’d like to pay it.”
“W-what?” Kyuhyun shook his head. “I don’t know you, there’s no way you owe me anything. Except a speedy removal of yourself from my apartment.”
“Aw, that’s cruel,” Donghae crooned, walking forward, eyes intent. “Not everyone would have cared for a wounded animal, and you may very well have saved my life. That sort of debt needs repaying.”
Kyuhyun’s mouth gaped, eyes taking in the other man’s appearance with new understanding. “Kumiho,” he gasped.
“Yes,” Donghae purred, pressing himself up against the younger man’s body. “Kumiho.” He tilted his head and kissed Kyuhyun hard.
Kyuhyun’s tired mind was swimming. Apparently what he’d thought was a dog was actually a fox spirit. And now he wanted to repay him? How?
Oh, his mind finally caught up as the man’s hands pulled Kyuhyun’s uniform shirt out of his pants and slid up his torso. That’s how.
He submitted, kissing back and tangling his hands into the man’s-spirit’s-dark hair. To his tired, overworked mind, if the kumiho wanted to pay him back with mind-blowing sex, it sounded like a good idea to him.
Donghae picked up the slightly smaller man easily, settling his legs around his hips and sighing as his erection was pressed against the crease of the man’s round ass. He walked them to the bedroom and let him fall to the mattress, stretching out on top of him.
“Let me repay you,” he breathed, whiskey eyes full of promise.
-
When Kyuhyun woke up the next morning, deliciously strained and sore, the kumiho was gone.
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Entry #9:
Title: and they run him in a great big circle of infinity
Pairing(s): Yesung/Kibum
Genre(s): psychological
Inspiration: allusions to Le Petit Prince by Antoine Saint-Exupery
Length: 754 words
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(A plane crash-landed in the middle of the desert.)
When Yesung woke up, he was thirsty and alone, surrounded by nothing but dunes and sandbanks. He wiped at his brow, wincing at the sting in his eye as he clambered upright. He inspected himself, taking a modicum of comfort in finding himself mostly unharmed. His airplane was in much worse condition, no longer the beauty it was before.
He commenced doing repairs, particularly the engine which had taken the brunt of the impact. He went about with his tools, just a tweak here, a tweak there, and he would be off and ready to fly back to home base. At least, that was what he tried to convince himself.
Kibum showed up not hours later.
(“Hello, Yesung,” he greeted, dark eyes soft in his gaze, black hair swept back handsomely. “It’s a fine day for a ride in the sky.”
Yesung sprang to his feet, blinked back the bleariness, and stared. A young man, probably no older than twenty, standing in the sand with a sly grin on his face. No sign of perspiration, no sign of dehydration.
“How do you do that?” the pilot croaked, grimacing at how hoarse his voice sounded. His throat was dry; it was hard to speak clearly, if at all.
“Do what?”
“Not die.”
The man chuckled. A low melodic sound. “What kind of question is that? I just live. It’s what you’re supposed to do in life. You’re living, aren’t you?”
Yesung shook his head. “I’m dying.”
“Everything is dying. You start to die the moment you are born. But while you are dying, you are also living.” A bright smile lit up the strange man’s face. “Paradox, isn’t it?”
The pilot smiled despite himself. “How do you know my name?”
“How do you know mine?”
“I don’t-” Yesung cut himself off. He did know.)
Yesung was no longer thirsty, and he knew that Kibum had something to do with it despite the young man never giving him a straight answer. Kibum often spoke in riddles, but the words he offered were not without weight. Within the next few days, he made Yesung question his life, ponder about things he previously would have never given any thought to, create new ideas from strokes of genius. Things that used to be mysteries suddenly became clear as daylight.
(“A circle symbolizes infinity. Everything of infinity derives from a circle. Life is a circle.”
“My life is not infinite,” Yesung pointed out. “One day I will die. Maybe sooner than later if I don’t fix my plane in time.”
“Your life does not end when you die.”
“How do you know?”
“Your life continues without you,” Kibum explained patiently. “In memories, in the work you did in your lifetime, in the love you gave to others.”
Yesung took a bold step towards his companion and pulled him into a kiss. “So is my love for you infinite?” he asked, breathless and flushed as his fingers fumbled southwards. Kibum’s only response was a soft groan.)
Life went on, ironically blissful. Yesung continued to tinker with his broken engine as he listened to Kibum’s mysterious words. They often made love under the desert stars, and watched the stillness of the desert night as the cool wind brushed against their naked bodies. Yesung became optimistic, and talked about bringing Kibum home with him once his engine was fixed, never expecting an answer from his beloved and never granted one. Yesung was too cheerful to care.
One day, a group of travelling merchants came their way. Yesung sprang to his feet and cried out in surprise and joy, but his expression of relief soon melted into one of confusion when the travellers paid him no heed and instead made a beeline towards the fallen aircraft. The corpse of a young man sat in the pilot seat.
(“I’m dead, aren’t I?” Yesung asked although he already knew the answer.
“You didn’t survive the crash.”)
They say that the desert is alive, that it lives forever. They say that those who die can see the desert for what it truly is. But the desert has many forms, many facets, many levels. Its name is different for every person it meets, its purpose different for every situation it faces. Sometimes a flower, sometimes a boy, sometimes a bird, sometimes an old woman. An infinite person, yet only one person.
Paradox, isn’t it?
(A plane crash-landed in the middle of the desert. The pilot died on impact.)