Dead Cow - oneshot

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Title: Dead Cow
Length: oneshot
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: NC-17
Genre: sex, romance, slight horror
Summary: Yunho is a waiter at the High Dark Bar in downtown Seoul. He considers himself to be an average, lower class, collge drop out, with no thoughts for the future except where he will schrounge together his next months rent money from. A sad, depressing, empty lifestyle. Then enter Kim Jaejoong: a leather clad rebel that rides into the bar on his bike and rides off with Yunho's heart, literally.



"Slow day today," Heechul muttered, his lip curling down over the nuckles of the balled fist holding his chin up. "Sometimes I really hate this job."

Yunho sighed beside him, nodding silently as they watched another man bypass their empty side of the bar to the far left, the side were Lilith leaned over her customers glasses and smirked like the snake enchanting Eve.

"Why do they even bother hiring two boys when we get so mistreated?" Heechul winned deep in his throat. Lilith's breasts peaked out of her low top, showing everything but her bright pink nipple.

"Ladies night, I suppose. Or, for when she gets sick."

Heechul laughed lowly, clapping his hand over his taller friend's shoulder and squeezing the tense muscle. "That's a good thought," the long haired man smirked, "maybe we should poison her drink so we can finally get some."

"Ah," Yunho clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, "murder is so troublesome," he joked along. They laughed together, their shoulders knocking together as they held their stomachs. The joke continued as they whispered the best ways to hide a body. Surprisingly to Yunho, Heechul knew a lot about the subject because of his obsession with cheesy cop dramas. But they were both stumped when the question of whether her huge fake tits would decompose at the same rate as her body.

They were startled when nails raked over the polished wood of the bar. The two boys looked up to see a man standing at their side of the bar, one arm leaning on the glossy wood while the other rested lazily on his thin hip. The man had wine colored hair that shone like a red street light against the contrast of his jet black leather coat and the dark smokey atmosphere of the bar. He smiled widely as the two boys gawked at him before clearing his throat.

"Do you serve brandy alexanders here?" he asked in a deep but somehow highly inviting voice. The tallest man was still in silence as Heechul nodded and turned around to make the order.

"I take it you boys don't get a lot of action around here, what with those things dangling beside you," the man motioned with his thumb over to Lilith.

Finally moving his facial muscles, Yunho smiled awkwardly and nodded. "Yeah, unfortunately we are just the clowns in this rodeo show." The man laid his other elbow down on the counter and leaned forward towards Yunho, a coy smile on his face and narrowed eyes.

"Clowns scare me," he said bluntly, not batting an eyelash, "but I like to be scared."

Yunho felt a shiver go up his spine and he was again left slack jawed and speechless. Heechul came back then with his drink. A bright tan and white swirl of liquid in a crystal clear martini glass. The man cupped it in his fingers hurriedly and took a long swig. As the glass went back on the counter half empty the customer sighed in satisfaction. "That was a very good drink."

"Thank you," Heechul said and found himself blushing at the compliment. "We don't get this requested around here a lot so it's nice to finally see my experience put to good use."

The man's eyebrows curled up. "Doesn't get requested?" he repeated in question.

"Well, yeah, most of your customers are here to get drunk and that alone," he said simply, "so fancy drinks such as cocktails, especially one as unique as the brandy alexander, gets looked over for a nice cold beer."

"What a shame." The man fingered the rim of the thin glass slowly and deliberately as he thought. "I remember when all the kids used to love these things."

Yunho and Heechul were thrown off by that comment, taking long side glances at one another in confusion, before Heechul sparked a conversation with the man about drinks. Though Heechul knew of many drinks and how to prepare almost every concoction imaginable the man talked about it with the causality of a relaxed conversation. He seemed to know every drink and was able to input his personal like or dislike of a flavor, like he had tried them all, even the ones Heechul hadn't.

The whole time they were talking Yunho could not pull his eyes from the man's face. It was as if he were looking at something so foreign and strange that it's exciting alluring beauty mesmerized him beyond all rational thought. As if he were driving past an accident and happened to see where the blood of the dead drivers split open head created the image of a red rose on the blacktop. He slowed down and couldn't look away from it, and from the coy looks out of the corner of his eye and small smirks flashed from behind fingertips Yunho figured the man didn't want him to drive on past.

Or better yet, he knew that just a look from his smoldering black eyes would keep the bartender preoccupied until he got to him.

"So when are you getting off?" the man asked Yunho as Heechul left them again to refill his drink.

"Anytime you need me to," the brunette answered smoothly. "It wasn't like I was busy before you came in."

The other man laughed, looking down then back up. He tucked a string of red behind his ear. "Heechul already introduced himself but, you are?"

"My name is Yunho," he placed his hand over his chest absentmindedly in a childish manor.

"I'm Jaejoong," the man introduced with a wide smile, "and I want you to get off now."

Yunho's eyes got wide as a suggestive smile graces his lips. "I'll just have to change in the back room," he motioned to a metal door in the corner of the bar with a rusted metal employees only sign decorating it.

Jaejoong raised his eyebrows and licked his already wet lips. They stayed parted as tongue licked over the tips of his white teeth, ticking at them in thought and a wide display of his trained muscle. "Hurry up then," he ordered. "I want to take you home."

The bartender's steeps were giddy with anticipation as he left the bar and all but jogged to the back room. Heechul turned around with a knowing grin on his pretty features. He put a thickly designed shot glass down on the table in between Jaejoong's forearms and filled it to the brim with straight brandy. "One more for good luck then, hum?" he leered with an upturned pitch.

Jaejoong nodded with a laugh and downed the glass easily. He looked from Heechul's smile to the closed metal then back to the feminine man's face. "Would- would you tell if I just," stuttering cutely he asked, "just sneaked in for a few seconds?" From under his eyelashes Jaejoong flashed the bartender his favorite pleading look. Heechul did not hesitate for a moment. He lifted his hands up in abandonment and nodded towards the door happily. Jaejoong bowed his head in gratitude and walked though the smokey haze hovering over the bar's floor to the back room.

The metal door opened slowly with a long drawn out creak and Jaejoong rolled his eyes at the noise. He closed it with a heavy slam then sauntered into the small hallway down to the area of the locker room. Half of the room was lined with old and worn out lockers that had benches with flaking red paint running between them. While on the other side of the room was a bathroom consisting of a few rusty porcelain sinks and ugly gray toilet stalls. Graffiti was written all over their outer walls in the form of phone numbers, bad poems, and vomit stains. On the far end of the room Yunho bent over one of the red benches and picked up a black belt. He threaded the beginnings of it into his blue jeans without noticing Jaejoong walking towards him.

"Hello," the red haired man announced as he reached the opposite end of the bench.

"Jaejoong!" Yunho exclaimed and jumped in slight shock. His belt slid out form a few of it's loops but he was able to catch it before it dropped to the ground. "What are you doing back here?"

"Heechul told me he would cover for us." Jaejoong bit his lower lip as he walked towards Yunho, feet slowly being dragged on the tiles in a casual strut, before letting it go with a drawn out slurp as he stopped inches from the taller man. "I just couldn't wait," he took the open sides of Yunho's green flannel shirt and pulled him down on to his open lips.

The bartender was shocked, staring with wide open eyes as Jaejoong's tongue lapped over his closed lips. A fire rose from his spine into his cheek bones as Jaejoong's hands slipped inside his shirt and fisted the white material of his undershirt. He reached for the man's hips to hold himself up and was surprised to find how thin and inviting they were under the thick leather jacket and old band t-shirt. Blood flowed into Yunho's lips and he kissed back with a vigor all his own. He pulled the small man in close and tilted his head to allow Jaejoong's playful and well trained tongue more room to roam.

Jaejoong pulled on the back of his shirt, leading him in small steeps backwards towards the lockers. When Yunho's back hit up against the jagged metal he pulled away startled. They looked into each other's narrowed dilated eyes before the stranger smiled. "I expected you to play a stronger hand than that," he mocked with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Yunho's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion and his mind was cloudy from his arousal.

Chuckling lightly, Jaejoong cupped the back of Yunho's neck with his hands and pulled his blood red lips up to his blushing ear lobe. "Take me," he hissed.

Then as if following an order Yunho's hands went around the red head's ass and easily lifted him from the floor. He grounded their hips together, feeling their half hard cocks pulsing behind the rough clicking of their zippers, then caught the man's open mouth as he was moaning from the sensation. He turned them around and pressed Jaejoong's leather covered back against the metal as he sucked and swallowed his eager tongue. When they broke away in desperation of oxygen Yunho let him fall back to the ground.

"There's a good boy," Jaejoong whispered. He stepped away from the wall and splayed his fingers over Yunho's cheeks. "Very good boy," he muttered each syllable as he leaned in for another kiss when Yunho slammed the smaller man up against the wall as hard as he could.

The breath was knocked out of Jaejoong but a smile spread on his face bigger than any he had showed that night. "Yes," he panted between shameless moans as Yunho grinded him on the hard lockers, "yes."

The brunette hungrily lapped and bit at the pale expanse of Jaejoong neck. He trailed sloppy kisses and raw bruises down to his jutting collar bone. Jaejoong had his hands on Yunho's head, tugging mercilessly on his soft hair and pressing the man further down his body.

Yunho went down on his knees and yanked the other by his belt buckle so his crotch landed on his mouth. The bartender's quick hands slid up to raise the worn black shirt off of Jaejoong's flat stomach and curving muscles jumping up and down with heavy gasps. His tounge went directly to a glimmering navel piercing, taking the metal stud in his teeth and pulling it until Jaejoong's gasps turned into high groans of pleasure. Jaejoong's fingers grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, moaning wantonly and filling the room with his wanton need, encouraging Yunho to go higher. Yunho pulled back from the belly button and licked up the valley of his muscles, laping at the skin like a dog thirsty for water.

His tounge followed a tattoo on Jaejoong's body, a half dead rose bush that started below his belt and twisted around his body to end in the center of his chest. There it ends as a fist sized red rose fully bloomed, it's petals dripping with blood and the center a dark yellow eye glaring out from the beauty with hidious entraptment and loathing. Yunho tried to take his eyes from the eye but it's yellowed white and dialated puple was to disturbing to look away from.

Jaejonog finally broke the awkward moment by pushing Yunho away. He watched the boy stare at him with confusion before the red head smiled. He took his faded t-shirt and tore it down the middle perfectly, the slow ripping sound echoed on Yunho's mind and he concentrated on Jaejoong's hardening pink nipples rather than the tattoo. Yunho latched his mouth on Jaejoong's right nipple and slid his hands up the thin boy's arms. He tried to pull down the leather jacket Jaejoong was wearing to take it off but the other man grabbed his hands and stopped him.

"Fuck me with it on," he ordered in a hiss, pulling Yunho by his wrists to his face and capturing his swollen lips in a blistering lock that left the bartender gasping. Jaejoong broke it within seconds, laughing lowly in some sort of victory as he grabbed a handful of Yunho's collar and pushed him back down on his knees.

The man took the abuse in stride, a shark like smile on his face as he unclasped Jaejoong's think leather belt with his long fingers then pulled down the stranger's worn zipper and tight black underwear. His cock slipped out easily and fell against Yunho's cheek heavily. Hungrily, he sucked it in, engulfing the throbbing cock's shaft with a wet gulp. He cupped the tip of his tongue and ran it along the underside of his sensitive skin.

Jaejoong's head threw back with a needy snarl. His fingers in Yunho's hair tightened as he pushed the man's mouth deeper on his cock. Yunho choked and sputtered as the tip of Jaejoong's cock dripped bitter precum down his throat. When he tried to pull back Jaejoong just pushed him back down.

The red head bucked his cock into the tightly constricting muscles, loving the way they stroked and squeezed him. And loving the way Yunho looked up at him with wide scared eyes. Jaejoong's leg hooked itself over Yunho's shoulder and pushed his bow shaped lips flush against his pelvic bone.

Thrusting his hips furiously, Jaejoong suddenly stopped the bobbing head with a pull on the hair on the nape of his neck. Jaejoong rolled his torso and lifted his hips from the wall in a wide arch. He pressed his cock deeply into the brunette's throat until his spit slick swollen lips disappeared into the thick patch of black hair on the base of his cock. Jaejoong moaned deeply in his throat, the sound rolling out as loud as lightening and striking Yunho in a shower of sparks

When Jaejoong's hand fell from his hair the man quickly stood up and stepped away. He wiped the corner of his dripping mouth with the back of his hand and watched Jaejoong with a mixture of anger and arousal. "What were you trying to do- kill me!" he shouted.

"Of course not, babe," Jaejoong replied but he was looking down at his tight blue jeans as he slowly shimmied out of them. The heavy material fell to the ground with a clang and a thud before Jaejoong kicked them a foot off to the left.

And there the stranger stood, naked besides his leather jacket, and waiting for a fuck with open arms.

"Now come here," he spoke softly and simply so Yunho could all but see the erotica on his voice, "so I can undress you."

Questions Yunho may have had about the face fuck he threw over his shoulder as he happily went into Jaejoong's awaiting arms. The red head pulled the open flannel shirt down off Yunho's shoulders then lifted the hem of his white undershirt. As the crisp clean material inched slowly up the bartender's tone stomach Jaejoong pressed open mouthed kisses to the heated skin. He dragged his teeth and lips over the bulging pecks that flexed from his touch. He bit into the deliciously soft skin and tender muscle. Then gently kissed his hardened nipples in a soft way that made Yunho's heart flutter.

One of Jaejoong's hands pulled the shirt off the other man's head and obediently raised arms. All the while the other hand traveled down his flat stomach and cupped the awaiting bulge. He squeezed the plump tent and smiled as Yunho's face contorted in a moan.

His fingers slipped under the waist band to tickle the slick tip of his swollen cock just for a second before pulling his hand back, The cum glazed fingers were pressed harshly against Jaejoong's lips, making the bright red blood shot color go pale white under the pressure for an instant. His tongue swiped at the transparent liquid on his fingers and lips with a cat like quickness and grace, then he pressed them between his lips and sucked it off. He twisted and turned each finger around his eager tongue making them so wet saliva trickled out of his mouth down to his knuckles.

Jaejoong let go of his fingers with a soft pop. He held them between Yunho's and his faces, enjoying the look of lust on the younger man, then grabbed Yunho's hand. Careful to keep his wet fingers untouched, he pulled their hands between his legs to his untouched ass. He slid one finger against his hole then pressed it in, moaning lightly, but smiling with half closed eyes from the pleasure. Yunho was taken aback by the sensation and awkwardly curled and uncurled his hand inches below Jaejoong's sack but the red head awoken him by using his free hand to unbutton his jeans and push them down until they fell on the floor. He pushed his underwear to the side and stoked Yunho's cock to point at him. Yunho groaned deeply, his chest vibrating and his hand finding balance by clutching the other's thin upper thigh. That leg lifted off the ground so Yunho could get a better handful of the muscle.

Another finger slipped into Jaejoong's ass as he Yunho tried to catch his breath. The bartender was watching Jaejoong fuck himself with a wide eyed stare. Shock and arousal fighting over his handsome features and their confusing struggle made him break out in a hot sweat. Jaejoong loved the way a pink blush chased a drop of sweat to the tip of the man's nose. He let his head fall back onto his shoulders in a mixture of a moan and laugh.

Because of the noise Yunho's thoughts broke and he regained the situation with a tight grasp on the lily white thigh. Words died on his open lips as the stranger pulled his fingers out and quickly reached for Yunho's waist. He pulled the man forward, reached with his free hand for his hard cock, and took no time in pressing the red tip against his slick opening. He moaned breathlessly, biting his lower lip to hold back a smile as the cock went inside him and pushed as far as it would go.

Yunho let go of the other's waist and braced himself on the lockers over his shoulder. He groaned deep in his throat then whispered out a moan. He was trying to will himself to hold back when Jaejoong fisted the hair on the back of his neck and commanded him with wide eyes. "Fuck me," he hissed lowly and Yunho was all to eager to obliged.

The bartender's hips viciously slapped against his hips, sending the red tousled mop of hair falling back on the locker as he rang out a moan. "Ah," he rasped, "that's it. Just like that" He spoke in such a rough voice that it sounded like a snicker.

Yunho snarled in an open mouthed silence, completely focusing on the way Jaejoong's tightness enveloped him in a liquid fire he had never felt before. His nails dug into the locker and the hard metal made them hurt but that went unnoticed. He clutched the man's thigh like a support beam as he fucked his customer as hard as he could.

"More," Jaejoong demanded and when Yunho turned to look at him with disbelief he scraped his fingers up his scalp and pulled his hair back sharply so his mouth opened in a quick gasp. He licked the man's white teeth, tasting the mix of all the drinks he had that night, and whispered darkly, "give me your everything."

Then as if something snapped into place, Yunho captured the stranger's lips as quickly as he tore into him. He animalistically fucked Jaejoong into the metal of the lockers, sending the man into a breathless myriad of incoherent slurs. Jaejoong's eyes rolled into the back of his head and when they rolled back they were changed. His dark color stretched to impossibly thin slits that cut the almost glowing whites of his eyes in half. When Yunho's dick found his sweet spot the red head's mouth opened in a long moan and his tongue reached out for something to touch. It elongated, unfolding and coming to a black tip that looked as if it were dipped in a vat of ink. As he turned to look down at the bartender he almost laughed at how the man had his eyes closed, concentrating on fucking him as hard as he could, and not sparing a glance at Jaejoong's transformed face.

But the laugh came out as a moan. A long drawn out real moan as Yunho's cock cut into his body hungrily. Jaejoong's arms clutched in desperation at Yunho's neck and shoulder as his back arched up off the lockers. His hips were being beaten into the metal, over and over in a musical thumping and rattling that was exactly what Jaejoong desired. He let himself go and completely fell into the pleasure.

His jacket that was cushioning the pounding on his shoulders started waving by itself, the black skin stretching out over his shoulder blades and pulled skin tight over his arms. The material bubbled up into two pinches of black that flared out on either side of his head, pinching four spots in the middle like bones under membrane, then twisting into small claws at the tip of each one. The appendages stretched out their dark hides into the dusty air of the back room.

The leather wings, now moving just as gracefully as Jaejoong had swept into the bar, curved around their intertwined bodies. Cocooning them in a darkened cloud.

Yunho's pace never stopped and never faltered. He had blinders on that wouldn't allow it. Even as his cock neared it's release and was dripping precum into Jaejoong's insides he wouldn't let up.

And the red head loves the attention the cock slamming him is giving, it's ministrations sending the man into a pleasure driven frenzy. He begins to buck back into Yunho widely and the head of his dick again finds his prostrate. Jaejoong quivers and jumps, his tip dripping precum, and the only way he can steady himself is by ripping his leg from Yunho's hand and stomping it on the ground. He shook and lurched off the lockers. Yunho's thrusts faltered when he tried to find a place to put his hand. His feet slipped on the ground and the customer takes his unbalanced confusion as a chance to push him down.

He splays his hands out over the sweat glistened tan chest and pushes him backwards. His footing is lost easily and he collapses onto the cement floor with a loud thud, the back of his head bouncing off the dusty floor like a ball. Jaejoong stays with him expertly, the cock not slipping form his ass. He straddles the half unconscious bartender and sets a slow pace by rolling his hips. The man hums in enjoyment as Yunho lets out a low grown of pain.

"That's a good boy," Jaejoong whispers as he leans over to lick with the tip of his pointed tongue across the other man's chin. "Just like that."

The bartender was in a fuzzy understanding. The pleasure of having his cock ridden was the only thing keeping him from slipping out. He could only register Jaejoong's slit eyes and tongue through a dense dark fog. With one particularly hard bounce Jaejoong's sweet stop was drummed again and his hole tightened around the dick beautifully. They both lurched from the feeling, Yunho bucking up from the ground as best he could while Jaejoong fell forward on top of the other's bulky chest.

He used his forearms to hold himself up and his wings clawed into the ground inches from his tightly clenched fists. The hooks from the top of each wing left jagged slashes in the concrete and a fine white powder erupted from the holes for an instant before dissipating into an earthy smell. Jaejoong rolled his ass making the tip press him in the right way over and over again. Both men let out a long moan then the stranger stretched out his neck to catch Yunho's lips in a searing kiss. Hands almost instinctively found their way to Jaejoong's thin hips as their tongues tumbled together.

"Yes, Yunho," he broke away, "yes!" A pop of bones slamming up into Jaejoong's rang out as Yunho came into the tight hole holding him while he chanted a mantra of the syllables of the stranger's name.

The perfection in the situation almost made Jaejoong laugh, but he felt a small lurching in his stomach, then the whites of his eyes began splotching with violent shades of red. His long tongue withdrew from Yunho's slack jaw like a hook on a fishing line, it was curled and on it's black tip hung a white string faintly glowing in the dark locker room. The hook drew back into his mouth and dragged the string along with it. Jaejoong pursed his lips around the white light and began sucking it's length into his mouth. The string pulled out of Yunho's mouth slowly and heavily as his eyes began blinking from tiredness.

A smile formed at the corners of Jaejoong's mouth as the grip Yunho had on his hips started losing it's strength. His fingers trembled trying to hold on but they feel, his hands landing palms up and fingers splayed out like sun rays.

Then Jaejoong's lips fell away from the string with a satisfied moan. The string was still dangling from his throat. He bit the string off and the severed glowing light fell back into Yunho's open mouth. He swallowed it with a strangled cough and the glow faded from his face just as the strength faded from his body. The chestnut haired man fell into unconsciousness. Jaejoong smiled down on him then lifted up off his cock. It fell out easily and was limp from the man's climax. Though he hadn't cum yet, Jaejoong was more than satisfied with the meal he just ate.

All with a big smile on his face Jaejoong pulled his pants on and zipped up his jacket to hide his torn shirt. Before he walked out the door, the man turned and looked down at Yunho with a soft smile, not the wide toothy smile he had while the man was fucking him, and kneeled down to gently rustle an apologetic kiss into his hair. "Thanks for the drink, Jung," he breathed.

When he red head stepped out of the employees only locker room Heechul was on his as within a second. "Did you guys have a nice time?" he asked with a high voice and raised eyebrow. Jaejoong answered only with a down casted blush. "You guys took longer than expected," the man continued."

"We were having so much fun we forgot our little time window." Heechul laughed along with Jaejoong's small giggle. On the wooden counter the drink he had left behind was gone. He pulled a small jumble of crumbled bills from his jacket pocket dropped half of it onto the table. The long haired man looked down in shock at the unnecessarily large sum that was explained only with a knowing smile. "I think I might actually come back here for seconds," Jaejoong said offhandedly and casually, like a comment on a shitty diners good egg sandwich.

Then the left in the same flash of red tipped black beauty he had come in as.

A/N: hey guys, how's life treating you? Personally life is pretty shitty at my neck of the woods but it's a lot better then how Yunho got it right now. Oh and the little tid bit of Jaejoong saying he remembered when the drink brandy alexander was extremely popular, that time was the beginning of the the 1920's. So piece that together.

Thank you so much for reading and please remember to leave a comment :D I'm really grateful to all of you~!