[FIC] wild wild west - 3
Title: Wild, Wild West
Length: 3 / whatever the fuck length I make it
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: NC-17 (now)
Genre: romantic drama
Warning: This fic contains very innocent Jaejoong, Yunho being possessive, and Shiwon being an idiot. Also mild violence, pillaging, burning stuff. Naughty words.
Summary: Yunho is the leader of the Shinki Tribe, a tribe of Indians who roam the American plains and pillage towns for resources and recreation. When the tribe sets its sights on a small quaint town in the middle of nowhere, Yunho finds a treasure that was so sinful and tempting he could not keep his hands off: Kim Jaejoong, the son of a wealthy oil tycoon and fiance to the small business man Choi Siwon.
plot by gaypop
part 1 | part 2
Yunho pressed Jaejoong against the side of the hut hard, completely pulling his body to cover every inch of his torso. His hands squeezed the flesh of his hips and his mouth hungrily explored the sweetness of his mouth. Lips closed and sucked hard on Jaejoong's snake like tongue, sloppy and wet but anything but awkward. The rough hands massaging Jaejoong's contracting shoulder blades didn't allow him to do anything but moan and lick at Yunho's lips.
Jaejoong's arms wound tight on Yunho's neck, pressing their bodies closer together. He was looking for warmth. Yunho's hands traveled down the other's pulsing back, the muscles moving like water in a storm, to the curve of his butt. Sitting down on his fur covered bed and pulling Jaejoong down to sit on his lap, his fingers wasted no time in sliding under the rough material of the pants and onto the bare flesh. Moaning loudly and rocking wantonly on Yunho's lap, Jaejoong found the strength to lift his hips and let Yunho slide the pants off of him. The humid summer air caressed the exposed skin almost as fondly as Yunho's hands. The rough palms gingerly but hurriedly squeezing and pulling apart the pale globes, kneading the muscle like bread dough.
"Please," Jaejoong whimpered, pushing his body up then sitting back down, rolling as he went to grind against Yunho in the most sensual of ways. "Please touch me," he whispered.
Yunho's hands dipped into the cleft of Jaejoong's butt, his fingertips taking turns brushing past the light pink hole. The middle finger stopped to push on it, letting the tip slide in, before pulling out and leaving. Jaejoong whimpered, the teasing was getting to him. He broke the kiss and pressed his face against Yunho neck, hard enough so that his cheek bone grounded against Yunho's bulging collar bone painfully. Long dark brown hair brushed past his face, ghosting over his nose and eye lids like feathers. Jaejoong reached up and fisted the sunlight scented hair, making Yunho growl from the eager need to feel.
Yunho stopped the teasing and slipped his middle finger into Jaejoong, the boy grounded out curse words and bucked back onto the finger, asking for movement. Yunho thrusted the finger slowly, the movement making Jaejoong's taught muscles relax and soften. Another finger slipped in almost unnoticed when he other was getting to relaxed. Jaejoong stiffened, completely thrown off by the caress and hint of adoration. He moaned loudly and pushed himself off of Yunho's finger, reaching around him to pull his hand from his opening, sliding the digits against his hole so the juice would glaze it.
"I don't need it," Jaejoong said, sitting up and pressing his stomach against Yunho's chest so he could reach the bulge of his hard cock. Jaejoong quickly pushed down the front of Yunho's pants, tearing the seams on the side, and brought out his red cock.
"I want you raw, right now."
Yunho gripped at the back of Jaejoong's thighs, squeezing the limbs as hard as he could. Jaejoong's fingers wrapped around the cock, gripping it in a vice, and pumped it as fast as he could. Loud moans and uneven breaths dragged out of Yunho's open mouth, his hips bucking his moistening cock into Jaejoong's moving hand. Soon a thin sheet of liquid gathered on the cock from Jaejoong spreading both precum and sweat around it. Jaejoong held the stiff cock up by it's base and lowered himself down. His hole stretched around it tightly but not painfuly. Jaejoong's face relaxed in pure ecstasy, his eyes rolling up into his brain and his lips curving into a small smirk.
"Ah," Yunho gasped out. His arms snapped up from Jaejoong's waist to cup under his armpits. Jaejoong's hands fond their way onto Yunho's wrists, gripping them hard and using them to keep himself up.
Jaejoong slowly lifted then rocked, their chests rolling together, before going back down. Yunho let out another breathless pant and pulled Jaejoong close to him, his cock almost coming out from the harsh movement.
"Fast," he moaned into Jaejoong's halfway parted cherry red lips. Jaejoong's response was a low mewl, basking in the others greed for lust. Jaejoong's hips started moving, letting the shaft completely pull out to the tip before grinding back down onto it. The erotic way the speed was attacking his senses was astounding, but he couldn't hold himself back, and Yunho kept demanding more by bucking up into him.
Jaejoong's toes curled into the thick fur below them and his hips moved to fit perfectly into the opening between Yunho's legs before he moved. Rocking up and then slamming back down, bouncing off the taller man's lap. Yunho groaned deep and loud and threw his head back. His hands dug into Jaejoong's sides, pulling him forward so he could feel his chest jump.
"Ah, ah," Jaejoong panted, his breathing resembling moans. His neck folded back into his shoulder and he looked up at the pointed ceiling. His hands were moving up and down Yunho's forearms as fast as his hips were, sliding over them and creating hot friction.
Yunho leaned forward and watched with an open mouth as Jaejoong's flawless white chest blurred before his eyes. He leaned forward and licked the pink nub standing proudly off of it, but the nipple only swiped past it before falling and rose again to meet the wet muscle. Jaejoong's chest pushed out towards the other's face, asking for him to ravish it however he pleased, and Yunho took full advantage, biting and sucking whatever skin he could catch.
The black haired man let out little moans and whimpers as he pulled himself up and down Yunho's hard shaft. His feminine features were flushed red from embarrassment as Yunho bit at his nipples, tugging them against the force of Jaejoong's movements. Skin slapping skin accompanied the sounds of harsh breathing and heavy moans.
"Yes," Jaejoong called when his stomach lurched from the overwhelming pressure. His pounding became uneven and desperate, trying to make Yunho go as deep inside of him as possible before pleasure overtook. Yunho's hips shifted, trying to give better support to Jaejoong's body, and his cock found the place inside of Jaejoong that made the small man see white. "Yes, yes yes," Jaejoong chants as his spot is plowed into.
Two more thrusts and Jaejoong pulls himself up and then impales himself painfully slow, dragging it out, until he is sitting in Yunho's lap again. He lets himself go all over Yunho's dark brown stomach, watching as the skin shivered as it was painted. Yunho's cum was already shooting into Jaejoong's abused hole, coating the red walls and soothing the heated muscle. Jaejoong bounced once more, milking Yunho until he is sated. The brown haired man's hands cupped Jaejoong's hips and lifted the other from his lap, watching with a smile as his soft cock slipped from the hole with a plop, his cum falling around it and dripping from the opening. He laid Jaejoong down on his back beside him.
"Thank you," Jaejoong whispered, his voice dry, before rolling over and closing his eyes. Yunho watched as the man curled his hands together and clutched them to his chest, like he was holding onto something precious.
The Indian removed his torn pants and got a blanket from the side of the bed then crawled in next to Jaejoong. He covered the sleeping boy with the colorful handwoven fabric and let himself slip away.
~
Smoke drifted around the tent lazily, curving and dancing around the shallow face of the old man. Sparrow had his sight down casted, not looking at the other.
"Tonight is the Jumon Dance," Running Robin started slowly, dragging out each word so it filled the space with its sound and made Sparrow strain to listen.
Sparrow nodded, his lips tightening. "The food is being prepared and the wood is already set. The dancers have their painting and cloths ready." his hands tightened over themselves when the old man let out a dry gravel skidded laugh.
"That is not what I mean," he said.
"Then," Sparrow swallowed roughly, "then what do you mean?"
The laughter subsided and the suffocating serious atmosphere engulfed the two again. "Eagle of the Sun is the head of the table, he will be the center of the night until the sun graces us in the morning." He paused and Sparrow took a breath. "His whore will be watching with the woman, alone."
"You do not mean to-"
"If he cannot see the flaws of his actions, I will be forced to show him."
Sparrow shook his head slowly, "No, you are forcing your hand into things that do not concern you." he muttered.
Running Robin's jaw set hard. "That pestering boy is not capable of being a chief, a leader to our people. My brother was a fool to leave such stupid request when he let himself get killed." the other man let out a low gasp. "This is just the beginning of his failure."
~
Jaejoong woke to the bright sunlight, his eyes squinting and his body stiffening and shifting from the uncomfortable feeling of the sunlight seeping through the leather walls of the hut. He turned his face away from the brightness, nestling it into the pocket of shadows created by his body and the body beside him.
The raven haired man tried to squeeze his eyes shut and fall back to sleep but he couldn't. Involuntarily, his eyes slid back open to look at the closed eyes inches from his face. Jaejoong's eyes turned down to his rough face, as dark as his shadowed eyelids, but not as smooth. A deep scar ran from under his eye going vertically down to his nostrils like a blade was trying to dig out his eye, but missed. The man's lips were a perfect bow shape, the bottom lip jutting out slightly in sleep so he looked like he was pouting. A small mole was above his lips, in the corner, like the closing stitches for a masters needle work.
Jaejoong's eyes dragged down his masculine long neck and stiff collar bones to his chest. Muscles rippled like the ocean with every breath, hard edges and rough lines were everywhere. Without thinking Jaejoong's hand snaked out from under the blanket and laid itself down on Yunho's chest. His hands moved over the bulging chest muscles, the hardness covered by contrasting soft skin and softer nipples. His fingers cupped it slightly, tracing the underside, but only ghosting over the crevice before he raked them down to the other's ab muscles. Jaejoong's fingers greedily felt the warm skin, dipping in between the curves of his stomach and pushing slightly to feel it tighten under the pads of his fingertips. If he stilled he could feel the other's breathing, his stomach lightly jumping with inhaling and exhaling. Jaejoong's hands were going down to where the blanked covered low on his hips when they were stopped, Yunho's hands engulfing his slender wrists.
"Jaejoong," he whispered the name like a secret incantation. Jaejoong smiled at the childish aw in his voice. He pulled Yunho's and his hands up between their chests and held them loosely.
"Good morning," he greeted.
Yunho smiled. He pulled on Jaejoong's hands until he was as close to his chest without laying on top of it. "Good morning," he returned.
Jaejoong laid his head down on Yunho's neck, just barely putting pressure on it. "How are you feeling?" he asked. It was a blind grasp for conversation but all he could think of.
"Hum," Yunho breathed deep, his nose getting tickled by the short man's soft hair. "Bad," he whispered.
Jaejoong's hands tightened their hold on Yunho's in reflex, trying to comfort the other somehow. "What do you mean?"
"There is a dance tonight," Yunho said.
"A dance?" Jaejoong mimicked, thinking about what the Indian meant. "You mean a ritual or something?"
Yunho nodded, "Jumon Dance," he pronounced softly.
Jaejoong chewed on his lips before talking. "You don't like it?"
The tan man;s eyebrows creased as he looked down at the top of Jaejoong's head. "I do not hate it, I hate what it means." He paused to think of the words he needed. "It is a dance used to bring the spirit of death out of our weapons and in our enemies. To make their death fast."
"Like a spell," Jaejoong commented. "A curse on your enemies." Yunho nodded softly in reply. His hands tightened over Jaejoong's and puled the back of their conjoined hands flat against his naked chest.
An awkward silence fell over the two. The intimacy was warm but somehow shocking, neither knowing enough about the other to feel their hearts completely. Jaejoong nuzzled himself closer, trying to get as much as the Indian's skin on his face as possible. Yunho sighed in contentment at the white skin moving over his, and shifted a bit to allow Jaejoong to get even closer.
"You are soft," he said offhandedly. Jaejoong giggled under his breath.
~
Fire crackled and the gravel crunched under foot as Shiwon made his way to the far end of his temporary camp sight. Three men were standing on the far side of the fire, its light casting two of their faces in its glow but the one kneeling between them was in shadows. When he got closer he could hear the grunting and heavy breathing from the men.
The two white men standing were shooting curse words at the man below them but the other yelled back words the white men could not understand. Siwon stood in front of the three and kicked out at the middle man's stomach, sending him out of the white men's grasp and on the ground.
"Stand him up," Siwon ordered and the other men picked the man up by his armpits and faced him towards Siwon. Now that his face was in the range of the light of the fire his Indian facial features stood proud, showing him for what he was. "Why are you in our camp, redskin?"
The Indian growled lowly, straining against his captors. "Do not call me that."
Siwon was taken aback by the man's use of his language. "How the fuck do you know English?"
"I did not come here to talk to you about that, white man," the Indian spat. "I have an offer."
The three white men looked at each other, each face wearing the same confused expression. "What could you offer me?" Siwon spoke up.
The Indian grinned and it make his face seem more sinister than it was. "I am a son to the tribe that attacked your town." Siwon had to hold in a gasp. "I know why you are here and not helping to fix it. The person you lost."
This time Siwon took a sharp intake of breath. He reached forward and grabbed the Indian by his high shirt collar, jerking him forward and taking out the other white men's grip. "Tell me," he snarled.
"He was brought back to my tribe and is kept there by my chief." The Indian's smile grew. "I am here to help you bring him back."
Siwon's grip on the Indian's shirt loosened. "Why... uh...," he pursed his lips, "how can I get him back?"
"Well, you start by letting me go." Siwon's grip laxed and the Indian slipped out, stepping back and dusting off his chest. "Then," he smiled, "my name is Blackbird."
A/N: woah... what.... what is tihs? Is this a- an update? holy shi- oh no.... oh yes... I don't even....