[Fanfic] Love Silenced - Chapter 2
Title: Love Silenced (Chapter 2)
Length: Chaptered
Genre: AU/Drama/Gen/Romance/Angst
Pairings: (For now) JaeChun, Homin
Warnings: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT/LEMON. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
Rating: NC-17
Character summary: Find it here (because it’s going to get confusing! Character chart made by the lovely renaldomoon )
Summary: Jejung was used to sacrifices, used to living his life for his brother, Junsu. Another sacrifice won't matter much...right? Junsu thought the world of his brother but realised that jealousy wasn't picky about who it'll make a victim of. Changmin is lost, the rigid rules he lives by in his life twisted out of shape by people who didn't mean to turn his world upside down. Yunho believes he's doing the right thing because justice is blind (and so is he). Yoochun fell in love with the wrong person and will sacrifice for another instead.
No life is lived alone, whether you’re a salaryman in a 9-to-5 or the oyabun and rokudaime of the fifth largest yakuza clan in Japan. Fates intertwined and invisible boundaries are drawn and broken as everyone hid from the truth, even from themselves. All in the name of love.
Chapter 1
Yunho was waiting for him at home with a bottle of Coucheroy, chilled and uncorked, and was putting the finishing touches on the grilled chicken, the balsamic vinegar adding a tart, tangy aroma that drew him into the kitchen. Changmin dropped his briefcase under the coat rack, loosening his tie as he padded in quietly, slipping his arms around the older man's waist.
Sometimes, Changmin missed the softer curves of a women, the press of ripe flesh moulded in his hands and a breathy whimper in his ear. But, he tightened his arms, drawing a surprised grunt and buried his nose in the nape of Yunho's neck, he was pretty pleased most of the time with his partner. Yunho was solid, warm and strong, an oak rather than a fragile flower and he needed that stability right now. Changmin wasn't sure, but he thought he had been followed from the courthouse to the office, and from the office to the train station. It was all glimpses half-caught, rising paranoia causing every salaryman to be a potential enemy, every office lady hiding a quick smirk he had just missed and the tension was building up to a slow headache, but the fear was real enough. Real enough that he took the train to Kanda rather than Yurakucho, had doubled back on the main JR loop to Shibuya, gotten off, and taken the next train to Ginza.
Better be safe than sorry, he had repeated again and again, and wondered what it was about Kim Jejung that had him sitting in the train with his head down, hands clasped tightly together. It was his first, major prosecution, Changmin had reassured himself. Against a yakuza head, an oyabun, no less. Of course he'd be nervous, especially if their star witness had retracted his willingness to testify, had voluntarily pulled himself out of witness protection.
"You alright?" Yunho asked, quietly, letting the younger man lean on him, squeezing his interlocked hands gently.
"Key witness pulled back his statement," was Changmin's muffled reply, breath hot and moist against Yunho's skin.
Yunho made a noncommittal reply. "Yes, I know. And as of 4.37pm today, he has not been seen by either his family or colleagues."
Changmin stiffened, heaving out a disgusted sigh a heartbeat later. "Why am I not surprised?" the prosecutor grumbled, finally letting go of his partner. He stretched, popping tension-tight joints, ignoring the wince from his lover - Yunho hated it when he did that. "Can you pin it on the Takarai?"
"Not yet," the detective replied lightly, but Changmin knew the man well enough. Yunho would turn over pebbles to find evidence to bring the Takarai family to justice, would and in fact, had made it his life mission to do so. Changmin had never asked though, why the older man was so fervent in his drive to topple that particular yakuza family down. The both of them might be working towards the same goal, with different methods, but the younger man had never quite dared to ask Yunho.
A sharp nip at his lips stopped that train of thought. Changmin jerked back, surprised, Yunho's dark eyes crinkled at the corners. "Stop worrying about it," his partner chided, long, sun-browned fingers grasping his tie and pulling gently, but firmly. Docilely, he obeyed, weary enough to let the older man guide him. They kissed, lips parted and breaths commingling, feathery brushes that teased and flitted until a different kind of tension sank deep into his muscles, tightening with pleasure and anticipation.
But wasn't Yunho cooking, earlier? While he wasn't exactly averse to the foreplay, Changmin wasn't too averse on the idea of food either and--
"I can warm it up later," Yunho murmured against his collarbone (when did Yunho stripped him of his tie?). Oh, he must have said it out loud but food became pretty low priority right then when the detective tore his shirt, buttons popping and rolling merrily across the kitchen tiles.
Changmin half-shrieked, "That was a Kenneth Cole, you basta--nngh!" Sharp teeth worried one nipple, clever fingers rolling and pinching the other until it felt as if all the blood in his body had rushed down/up, pooled into those twin spots of pleasure/pain and he threw his head back, gasping, cursing the older man even as he sank his fingers into Yunho's hair - a little longer than regulation length - and Yunho was urging him backwards until he bumped up against the island counter, and with a grunt, Yunho had lifted him up, heedless of the salad bowl that went flying, falling to the floor with a deafening crash. But by then, the prosecutor didn't really mind that half of their dinner ended up on the kitchen floor because his belt and slacks had joined their dinner, and oh fuck, Yunho was tonguing his hole, his cotton boxers quickly becoming a nuisance he wished desperately to get rid of but the bastard kept slapping his hands away when he tried to shimmy out of it.
"Stay still," Yunho commanded roughly, emphasizing the order with a ruthless bite at the soft skin of his inner thigh; first one, then the other, surprising a hiss of pain from the younger man, and a choked, "Just fuck me already!"
In retaliation, Yunho pushed his thighs open wider, crouching down to return to laving his hole, dampening the boxers with his saliva, the wet slip of muscle pushing ineffectively against the flimsy cotton barrier. A sob of pure frustration escaped him, Changmin reaching up and back to grasp the edges of the counter, lifting his heels and digging them into the smooth countertop, trying to get some friction, some hold, as he canted his hips, pushing desperately against Yunho's mouth. The white lights overhead, directly above the island counter turned impromptu bed, swam dizzily in his vision as Changmin gripped the counter edge tighter, blunt nails digging into the Formica and for a long, tortuous eternity, Yunho kept licking, and sucking, his balls, his penis, but his boxers were in the goddamn way and shit, was Yunho going to make him cu--
A half-strangled shriek escaped him as he was cumming, inside his boxers, with no actual fucking and Changmin was pissed because he wanted to be fucked but he was bucking helplessly, hips held down by firm hands until he rode out his climax, cursing Yunho to hell and back. Gasping and panting with the aftereffects and too weak to protest , he was pulled down from the counter to stand on jellied legs, bonelessly compliant as he was turned around, the counter digging into his stomach. He was bent over, eyes glazed as his cheek rested against the countertop and finally, Yunho was stripping him of the damn boxers, the older man standing between his parted legs, and the feel of bare skin told the younger man that his partner had gotten naked. Yunho's penis, hot and dripping, nestled in the cleft of his buttocks as Yunho leaned down, placing open mouth kisses all over his back, teeth scraping over knobs of spine to end with a final bite at the soft flesh between neck and shoulder, drawing out a long, helpless moan from Changmin as Yunho worried, bit and licked the skin until it turned red.
Their sex was usually something routine, each taking pleasure and comfort from the familiar, but they never shied away either from pushing the boundaries; the both of them were too tightly wound, too used to being control all the time in public that a little pain, a little roughness was practically welcomed when words proved a hindrance. And here Changmin finally had proof that he wasn't the only one upset over Kim Jejung walking away, smiling that damn, infuriating smile of his, a free man because of another's cowardice because Yunho was whispering in his ear, whispering obscenities in that hoarse growl that said the detective was this close to losing control.
"Fuck, you look so damn good like this, Min, so fuckable, you're going to come for me again, got it? I'm going to pound into your tight little hole and I'm going to make you scream."
Yunho bit down again, sucking on the fold of flesh he had between his teeth until Changmin writhed helplessly beneath him, trapped, his cock now half-hard, hurting him when it slapped against the wall of the counter as Yunho dry humped him but shit, it felt good and Changmin was begging, pleading yesyesyespleasenowplease.
The butter dish was an odd thing to notice then, since the young lawyer was too far gone to notice anything except how badly he wanted to be fucked, but he couldn't help it because amazingly, the butter had not fallen victim to their rather entusiastic first round and in fact, Yunho was swiping his fingers through the partially melted, golden liquid, a low chuckle reverbrating through his back.
"Never seasoned you with butter before, Min, but now's a good time, I think. I'm going to slick your insides with butter, cover my cock with it, make it easy for me to fuck you baby. You like that? You want my cock inside you, coated with this?"
Oiled fingers touched his lips briefly, anointing it with the previously innocent dairy produce because shit, he would never be able to think of butter as anything but as a lube after this. His tongue flicked out, tasting, and he almost came right then, the salty liquid a faint hint of what was in store for him. "Fuck, yes."
A ragged groan answered him, and Yunho swiped his oiled hand down Changmin's length, squeezing briefly, ensuring that the younger man was at full attention before he pulled back, just enough, to plunge one finger in down to the knuckle.
Stars of pain danced across his eyes and Changmin was scrabbling for a hold but the countertop was too smooth and his muscles were locked tight and another finger joined the first and god it hurt but then Yunho twisted his wrist and those two fingers were brushing against that sweet spot inside and it was Changmin who opened his legs wider, going on tiptoes, pushing his ass back, incoherent pleas to the older man for more, god, more fuck him now please? The fingers were pulled out, and Changmin sobbed, jumping a little when the palm of Yunho's hand met a buttock cheek in a resounding slap, first one, then the other and Yunho's large hands were spreading his cheeks open wide, the wet tip of Yunho's penis nudging impatiently past the ring of muscles and only a quarter of the way in, the older man paused, their breathing a ragged, mismatched harmony
"Ready baby?" The barely checked wildness in that question was plainly visible, but Yunho, damn the man, was still considerate even at the point of no return and Changmin cursed him, again, his muscles contracting tightly in response.
"Move, dammit!"
With a hoarse yell, Yunho plunged in, all the way to the hilt and Changmin screamed, but the older man didn't give him a chance, ruthless hands pulling at his hips, flesh slapping flesh in a wild, unbroken rhythm and there was pain, but a good kind of pain and oh god it felt good and Yunho's fingers were sure to leave bruises but fuck, he could give up going to the gym for a month to avoid the embarrassing questions. They moved mindlessly, caring only for one thing, fulfillment and soon enough Changmin was ejaculating, reduced to pitiful groans as he climaxed for the second time. But Yunho was still pounding into him, and the younger man could only comply helplessly, panting, squeezing and with a final yell, the older man came inside him.
Yunho's come was almost scalding hot, the man's last, mindless thrusts into him pushing some of the liquid out, dribbling down inside his thighs and Changmin wondered vaguely, what it would taste like, mixed with the butter. A last jerk of his hips and Yunho was collapsing on top of him, Changmin letting out a muffled, "Oof!"
He wanted to say, "You're heavy, get off," but his mouth wouldn't cooperate and he kind of liked having Yunho inside him, even if the man was already soft. The aches were settling in though and it wasn't long before Changmin wiggled impatiently, now more greedy for a hot shower than the grilled chicken and red wine.
"Shower," he mumbled, and then, "Food." And Yunho chuckled, pulling out with his own muffled curse. Hands steadied Changmin as he regained his feet, swaying a little when his knees buckled and he was only mildly annoyed when Yunho swept him off his feet, bridal style. It was only right that he got pampered after all, Changmin grumbled silently, since it certainly wasn't Yunho who got fucked into next week. When a laugh rumbled through the chest he was sleepily leaning against, the younger man realised that his mouth had opened without permission again and he blamed it on Kim Jejung. In fact, if he tried hard enough, he was pretty damn sure he could blame world poverty on the yakuza as well.
"Shower," Yunho said agreeably, "And then I'll feed you. By the way, you taste pretty good with butter, did you know that?"
"How the he--"
He was silenced with a deep kiss, the kind that involved tongues, teeth and lips and it was a flavoured kiss, and Changmin realised then that he did taste good with butter.
By the time they broke apart, they were in the shower stall with himself propped against the tiled wall and Yunho running a hand between his legs, fingers swirling through the mess coating his thighs and was in fact, still slowly dripping out from inside him.
"Again?" Changmin whined, even if he had locked his hands behind Yunho's neck, was in fact, responding when the detective gently eased a finger back inside him, massaging slowly. "I'm hungry."
"So am I," was Yunho's cheerful reply and with a groan, the younger man surrendered. It looked as though it was going to be a long time before he could eat actual food.
Ah well.
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"So they're lovers?" Jejung murmured, eyes closed as he tilted his head back. The darkened car's interior was filled with tinny sounds from the portable DVD player, the screen showing only the outside of one of the thousands of apartment blocks in Tokyo, but the audio was more than enough to hint at what went on behind plastered walls.
His companion snickered, stopping the playback with a gloved finger and eyes that seemed more used to laughter and smiles than threats peered up beneath messy fringes that made Jejung's hand twitch for the scissors. "No, they're playing jan-ken-pon boss," Yuchun quipped and easily ducked out of the way when Jejung moved to flick him.
"Why the hell do I put up with you, seriously?" Jejung asked, throwing his hands up in mock despair.
"Because I'm too gorgeous for my own good and because I'm awesome in bed," Yuchun replied promptly.
"Too much information!" Seung Hyun yelped from the driver's seat.
It would have degenerated into a bitchfight then, because there was nothing better that Yuchun liked than riling up Seung Hyun but with a curt, "Enough," from Jejung, the both of them subsided. Jejung might drop the cold, emotionless mask when in the company of his trusted lieutenants, but even the oyabun had limits and swiping his eyes wearily, Yuchun realised with a little lurch that his employer and lover looked more than a little tired.
"Hey," he chided, gently urging the older man to turn around so that he could massage his shoulders, thumbs digging into knots of tensed muscles expertly, drawing out a relieved groan from the Takarai-gumi's rokudaime. "Why are you out tonight anyway? I could just as easily have given you the recording back home."
Jejung shook his head, dark strands of hair obscuring his face as he slumped forward, surrendering himself completely into his second lieutenant's ministrations. "Not safe," the oyabun murmured.
Yuchun and Seung Hyun exchanged a startled glance, the Takarai-gumi's deputies mouthing the words silently. Not safe? Did Jejung meant he found a traitor at home?
"Not now." Their employer though, cut off any questions they might have raised and the both of them kept their silence, letting the oyabun think in peace until Jejung waved Yuchun off, rolling down the window to light a cigarette.
"Jejung?" Yuchun tried, when the other man didn't show any inclination to speak. "Why are you interested in the lawyer anyway?"
"Sun Woong is," Jejung corrected him tiredly, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose. "He wants me to take on another lawyer and thinks this kid is the best candidate."
"Him?" Yuchun asked incredulously.
Seung Hyun twisted around in his seat, long, lean face pulled into a dark scowl. "The same kid who's fucking the same detective who's been sniffing around, trying to arrest you, Jejung-san?" he demanded. "Is Sun Woong insane?"
"Possibly," Jejung shrugged, and that easy admission shut the both of them up. "But he's not an idiot, at least." The oyabun flipped the portable DVD player open again, pressing play. As the recorded moans and pleas filled the car, Seung Heun shifting uncomfortably and Yuchun staring at him thoughtfully, Jejung finally smiled; a slow, hurmourless smile that didn't reach his eyes and he murmured, "No, definitely not an idiot."
To be continued...
Glossary of terms used:
Oyabun: the head of a yakuza family
Rokudaime: 6th generation leader
-san: polite suffix to a name to indicate respect
-gumi: Eg, 'Takarai-gumi'. The Takarai group/family