Fatal Attraction (Part 2b)
Title: Fatal Attraction
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Length: Two-shot
Summary: Jaejoong is an assassin: Yunho, his target. But what happens when the hunter falls for his charming prey?
N/B: Inspired by, but not based on, the character of YeoWoon from Warrior Baek Dong Soo.
“Yunho…”
“Who are you?” he repeated insistently. “Who sent you?”
Jaejoong said nothing, only continued to stare at him.
“Who sent you?” Yunho bellowed. “Why are you here?”
Jaejoong took a deep, shuddering breath, his knife hand finally dropping to his side. He met Yunho’s gaze evenly. If he wasn’t going to kill him then he would at least tell him the truth. When Jaejoong was gone, more would come to finish the job. He had to prepare himself.
“I was sent to kill you,” he said, surprised at how calm his voice sounded.
Even though he’d surmised as much, Yunho’s heart skipped a beat and he felt a pang of betrayal.
“Who sent you?”
Jaejoong shook his head helplessly. “I don’t know. I received the order, I don’t know who the client is.”
“Who do you work for?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He may have given up on himself but he would never betray his brothers.
“It matters to me,” Yunho snapped.
Jaejoong shook his head again. “It wouldn’t make a difference if I told you.”
Yunho ground his teeth and stared at him silently for a minute.
Jaejoong couldn’t take it anymore and said, “I’m going to leave now. I would suggest beefing up your security. You’re going to need it.”
He put his knife away and turned around to open the terrace doors, but before he could step out, Yunho called out to him.
“Wait!”
Jaejoong glanced over his shoulder.
“That night…when we met, it was no accident, was it?”
He turned back around and met Yunho’s gaze fully. “No.”
“You were supposed to kill me then too, weren’t you?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you?” It might be a human flaw, curiosity, but Yunho had to know.
“I couldn’t,” Jaejoong said simply. “I’ve killed before,” he admitted,” but they were all bad men who’d committed despicable crimes against humanity. You were…different.”
“Who hired you?” Yunho asked again.
“I don’t know,” Jaejoong replied honestly.
“Was it someone I know? I may have a few frenemies but none that want me dead that badly as far as I know.” He thought for a moment. “Was it perhaps the father of some girl I’d messed with? Or guy for that matter.”
Jaejoong smiled slightly. “I don’t think so. The best I can tell you is someone wants to get to your father and they were going to use you to do it.”
“My father…” Yunho whispered. He walked to the bed and dropped down on the edge.
Jaejoong frowned, noticing the blood coating Yunho’s hand where he still held it pressed to his chest.
“You should see about that. When I leave, tell your guards to take you to the hospital.”
“It’s just a flesh wound,” Yunho replied carelessly. “The blood’s just for show. I can barely feel the sting.”
Jaejoong continued to frown but took him at his word.
“Why would anyone want to hurt my dad?” Yunho mused allowed. “He’s a pretty decent guy. He’s involved in a lot of charities, does stuff for the community. He’s not involved in anything illegal to my knowledge.”
Jaejoong’s eyes gentled. “I don’t know. His business practices may be above board but he is the president of an internationally reknowned conglomerate. It could be something as simple as someone wanting to get the competition out of the way.”
Yunho nodded. Jaejoong’s words made sense.
“My guess is since they targeted you and not your father directly, they knew it would be easier to get to you but that you and your father are close enough that your death would greatly affect him and perhaps throw his business game out of stride.”
Yunho nodded again. “We are pretty close. Most of my friends’ fathers were too busy ruling their personal empires to go to school games or spend any quality time with them but my dad has always been there for me. If he couldn’t come to a game, he had one of his men tape it, then we’d watch it together later so he could rag on me if I messed up. We love to fish too. Every summer we’d go to the cabin by the lake and just spend time with nature and each other. And he’s always supported me, no matter what. He doesn’t exactly approve of my…lifestyle, but he doesn’t judge, although I’m pretty sure he thinks it’s a phase I’ll grow out of.”
He smiled fondly when he spoke of his father and Jaejoong felt just the slightest twinge of jealousy.
“I guess I can see how a competitor would get the idea to use me instead of attacking dad directly,” he finished.
Jaejoong dropped his eyes to the ground, embarrassed by what he’d almost done.
“I’m sorry.”
Yunho looked over at him, saw the dejection in his stance. “Why didn’t you do it?” he blurted. “That night, you had a lot of openings. Why didn’t you…”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I told myself I could, tried to. I had this very knife in my hand a couple of times but when it came down to it, I couldn’t.”
“But why?” Yunho pressed.
Jaejoong’s cheeks filled with hot color. “For the same reason I didn’t hear you come up behind me tonight. You dull my senses, make my brain get foggy and confused. I start…feeling and wanting things I’ve never felt or wanted before.” He shrugged again. “I’m not supposed to feel, that’s the thing. I don’t know myself when I’m with you, but I know that I couldn’t, can’t, kill you.” His eyes briefly rested on Yunho’s chest. “You really should get that checked out.”
Yunho glanced down, his expression slightly puzzled as if he’d forgotten his injury. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders, revealing a shallow slice across his chest and a deeper indent where the knife had sunk in slightly. There was smudged, dried blood across his chest.
He poked around, self-examining, and deduced, “It really isn’t as bad as it looks. Probably won’t even leave a mark.”
They fell into silence for a few minutes, neither one saying anything despite the rapid stream of thoughts going through their heads.
Finally, Jaejoong said, “I should get going. Others will come so…be careful.” He turned and paused on the threshold of the terrace yet again. “Goodbye Yunho.”
“What’s going to happen to you?” Yunho asked quickly.
Jaejoong clenched his jaw, trying not to think about it. “I’ll be okay.”
“You’re lying, aren’t you?”
He remained silent.
“Jaejoong?” Yunho stood, coming up behind him. “They’re going to kill you, aren’t they? Your society or clan or whatever.”
“I can look after myself,” he finally said, not bothering to mention that he didn’t plan on running. There was no honor in being a coward.
“Look at me!”
Yunho placed his hands on Jaejoong’s shoulders and spun him around.
“You’re going to let them kill you, aren’t you?”
Conviction shone brightly in Jaejoong’s eyes. “It is the only way to restore my honor.”
“It’s suicide,” Yunho accused.
“You don’t understand.”
“What is there to understand?” Yunho snapped. “Look at you. You’re so twisted up inside, you don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. That night, when we were together…it was the first time you’d ever been with someone, wasn’t it?”
Jaejoong didn’t reply since it was pretty obvious.
“I don’t just mean sex,” Yunho clarified. “No one has ever touched you, held you, shown you affection. Have they?”
Jaejoong tried to shake Yunho off but he tightened his grip on his shoulders.
Finally Jaejoong gritted, “There’s no place for any of those things in the life of an assassin.”
“What about the life of a man? A child? Huh? People need people, Jaejoong. They need to be loved and cherished. This society of yours may groom you to be the perfect killing machine by depriving you of these things but it doesn’t stop you from wanting it, needing it, even if you don’t know that you do. Just look at the way you respond to me and you know what I’m saying is true.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s too late for me.”
“It’s never too late.” Yunho pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. “Let me help you.”
Jaejoong let himself be held for a moment, absorbing Yunho’s warmth, his kindness and affection. It felt good, having someone care what happened to him, feeling like he mattered. He was glad that he’d gotten to experience it not once but twice before he left this world. But he wouldn’t take Yunho down with him.
“No,” he said sharply, pushing against Yunho’s chest to dislodge him.
Yunho’s grunt of pain and the accompanying wince made him immediately apologetic as he gripped Yunho’s arm and led him back to the bed.
“I’m going to clean this for you and then I’m leaving,” he announced, stalking off to the bathroom. Thankfully, he’d seen the first-aid kit there during his last visit so he didn’t have to search.
Returning to Yunho’s side, Jaejoong sat on the bed and got to work disinfecting and bandaging the wound. He would’ve liked to wrap the bandage around Yunho’s body but his chest was on the wide side and the bandage was too short to go around more than once so he cut a long strip and taped it securely to Yunho’s skin.
Yunho watched him intently while he worked. He could never get enough of looking at him. He wasn’t just beautiful, he was interesting and new. He was unlike anyone Yunho had ever met before. His attraction to Jaejoong wasn’t a novelty, it wasn’t something that would wear off after a while. In fact, he could only see it becoming stronger. He was well and truly on his way to becoming obsessed with the boy. It was more than a little frightening. And yet…it didn’t scare him as much as it should have. Jaejoong was bound to bring trouble, he was an assassin after all, but Yunho already cared too much about him to let him go without trying to save him. The fact that he wanted him in the physical sense was inconsequential. He wanted to be with Jaejoong again but he had to convince him that his life was worth saving first.
“There,” Jaejoong exclaimed, snapping the lid shut on the first-aid kit, the used wipes and cotton swabs bunched in one hand. “Remember to check and change your dressing often, keep an eye out for infection. If there’s any sign of inflammation, go straight to…”
“Stop,” Yunho whsipered.
Jaejoong’s mouth snapped shut.
“Do you think talking my ear off is going to make me forget?” Yunho leaned towards him, bringing his hands up to frame Jaejoong’s face. “I’m not letting you go.”
“You can’t stop me,” Jaejoong said defiantly.
“I’m not letting you leave here,” Yunho repeated.
Jaejoong waited a beat before he asked, “How do you plan on stopping me?” There was a challenge in his eyes, his tone.
With the only weapon he had, Yunho thought, seconds before he swallowed Jaejoong’s lips with his own. If he had to shock his senses to make him relaxed and willing, he was more than prepared to do so.
Jaejoong’s fingers went limp, releasing the handful of swabs and the first-aid kit before finding purchase in the naked flesh of Yunho’s shoulders. He knew what Yunho was doing, he wasn’t stupid, but he was too weak to resist. He didn’t want to. Yunho’s lips on his brought back all the pleasure he’d experienced during their last encounter, the feel of it on his own, kissing down his stomach to where he ached the most. And then Yunho’s body moving over him, in him, the intense heat, pressure building, then the undeniable pleasure.
His erotic thoughts made him gasp in anticipation and the sound tapered to a moan when Yunho swept his tongue into his mouth, pushing him back on the bed and rolling on top of him. They were both half-on, half-off the bed but neither cared or noticed.
When Yunho’s hands tugged his t-shirt upward, Jaejoong raised his arms to help him pull it off before arching off the bed as Yunho’s hot, wet mouth closed over one of his already taut, tight pink nipples. When he moved to the other nipple to give it the same treatment, Jaejoong felt shivers of pleasure shoot straight through his bones.
Finally Yunho stopped torturing him and raised his head. “Slide up,” he ordered.
Jaejoong turned to climb his way up the bed but froze when Yunho’s hand settled on his waist to halt him.
“Jaejoong…What’s this?”Yunho’s voice was barely a whisper.
It was then that Jaejoong remembered the condition of his back, the fading pink lines criss-crossing the pale expanse. He felt heat spread across his back as his self-consciousness increased.
“It’s nothing,” he replied, brushing it off.
“Jaejoong.” Yunho’s voice was angry now. “They did this to you, didn’t they? Because of me.”
“No,” he denied quickly.
“Because you didn’t kill me. They hurt you, didn’t they?”
“Just forget it, okay? It’s no less than I deserve.”
Yunho scoffed. “You deserve? How can you say that?”
Jaejoong didn’t reply. He wondered if he should leave now. The mood was broken, wasn’t it?
Just then, he felt a soft, feather-light sensation brush his skin. It was so light, he wasn’t sure it had actually happened…until it happened again. It was then he realized that Yunho was kissing his scars.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho whispered between kisses. “So sorry.”
Tears filled Jaejoong’s eyes, one-spilling over before he could force them back. No one had ever been this gentle with him before. It made his heart hurt. He was ashamed of the scars, what they meant, but Yunho’s tenderness was breaking his heart. He didn’t deserve it but he craved it, reveled in it.
Yunho kissed every single mark that marred the once perfect flesh and when he was done, he continued kissing Jaejoong’s back, his sides, reaching around in front to unsnap his jeans and, with his assistance, pull it and his shorts down. He nibbled the firm, pale globes of Jaejoong’s butt-cheeks, then he gently parted them and licked the sensitive star in between.
Jaejoong almost came right then and there. He’d never in his wildest imaginations thought that Yunho would ever put his mouth there but he did, not once but over and over again. He tickled him with his tongue, massaging his cheeks as he speared him with the thick muscle in a simulation of what he would later do with his member.
When Yunho finally pulled away, Jaejoong felt bereft but it didn’t last long as Yunho returned almost as quickly. He reached into the bedside table for the familiar bottle of lube, coated his hardness, urged Jaejoong up onto his spread knees, positioned himself between them and slowly pushed his way into Jaejoong’s tight, hot entrance.
He couldn’t hold back the satisfied grunt that spilled forth when he was finally buried to the hilt. To say that being inside Jaejoong was a pleasure was an understatement. He had never felt anything more satisfying, more fulfilling than the tight heat that surrounded him, welcomed him, like a lover’s warm greeting after a long separation. When Jaejoong shifted restlessly on his knees, he took that as an invitation to move, withdrawing to the tip and thrusting deeply again.
Jaejoong bit into his arm as Yunho worked his way in and out of him, rocking on his knees to meet Yunho’s thrusts. There were more sex positions than he’d ever thought about, he realized, each one making him feel Yunho’s presence inside him in an entirely new way. His body was still unaccustomed to the invasion so it hurt a bit but the friction and the pleasure when Yunho went so deep that he could feel the reverberation in his chest more than made up for it. His own penis was rock hard and as he glanced down at it, he saw a thin stream of clear fluid leaking from the tip. For some reason, that turned him on even more, his muscles involuntarily spasming around Yunho’s cock.
Yunho groaned when Jaejoong tightened around him, almost losing his load then and there. Not yet, he thought as his grip tightened on Jaejoong’s waist, the speed of his own hips increasing fractionally. Just a little longer. He continued to thrust at the pace he’d set but when he felt his balls tighten to an almost painful proportion, he stopped moving altogether.
Without ever leaving Jaejoong’s body, he wrapped an arm around his waist, sat back onto his heels and pulled Jaejoong on top of him so that he straddled his lap. He gripped Jaejoong’s erection with his other hand, rubbing the sticky precum around his entire shaft before starting a slow, smooth stroke. Jaejoong moaned loudly, his head falling back onto Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho kissed the side of his face and with his hand still supporting Jaejoong’s weight, began plunging upward. Jaejoong’s movements automatically matched his rhythm, pushing down on him in sync.
It was a little awkward, supporting Jaejoong’s weight and stroking him while thrusting up but they’d had practice in a similar position the last time so they got by. Eventually Yunho released his hold around Jaejoong’s waist since he was already meeting Yunho thrust for thrust. Instead, he threaded his fingers into Jaejoong’s hair, turning his face toward him, and claimed his lips roughly, biting the sensitive skin before thrusting his tongue into his mouth as he slammed into him hard. He didn’t know where this sudden anger and violence came from but it coursed through him almost as strongly as his lust and desire for Jaejoong did. It pissed him off that Jaejoong treasured himself so little that he had already given up on life. He would save him from himself, of that he was certain, but it didn’t dowse his ire. His grip tightened around Jaejoong’s hardness and, breaking the kiss, he bit into his shoulder, surging upward sharply and deep into Jaejoong’s tight tunnel.
Something inside of Jaejoong tripped. One minute he was with Yunho, bouncing in his lap as they strove towards completion, the next Yunho’s hand was holding his penis so painfully that tears sprung to his eyes, then Yunho’s teeth sank into his shoulder bringing with it another set of pain and lastly, Yunho thrust deep into him. It was a knockdown, drag-out combo that sent him over the edge and with a high-pitched cry of ecstacy, he exploded, his juices flying all over the place as he rode Yunho hard and fast, cresting wave after wave of the pleasure bombarding his nervous system. He was speaking, saying what, he didn’t know as he couldn’t form a single coherent thought.
Yunho smiled to himself when he felt Jaejoong orgasm, happy that he’d pleasured him once again, then Jaejoong started riding him furiously and he felt his own climax approaching. But when he heard Jaejoong cry out his name, chanting it over and over, his heart skipped a beat, it was so unexpected and beautiful, and so with tears in his eyes, he pressed his face to Jaejoong’s back and poured himself into him.
They stayed like that for long minutes, catching their breaths. When Jaejoong could finally move again, he slumped onto his side, staring up at a very satisfied Yunho who smiled down at him. Yunho stretched out beside Jaejoong, brushed back the damp tendrils of hair stuck to his face and kissed him softly.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, gently caressing Jaejoong’s soft cheek. “And every time I’m with you, I feel like I’ve been given a gift.”
Jaejoong blushed prettily but said nothing.
Pulling him closer, Yunho rested his chin atop his head.
He would wait until he’d fallen asleep, Jaejoong decided. Once he was out, he would dress and leave again, like he had the last time. He felt bad, ditching Yunho like that, and Yunho would know that he never coming back this time, but there was nothing either of them could do about it. It was better this way. Yunho knew he was a target now, his father’s people would protect him. Even if his brothers came after him again, which they undoubtedly would, at least they’d have a fighting chance. He’d done all he could to save him. Now he had to face the music himself.
He listened until Yunho’s breathing became deep and even then he gently started pulling away. When, instead of loosening, Yunho’s arms tightened around him, he gasped and looked up, eyes widening when he saw that Yunho was very much awake, his eyes wide open and clear.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Yunho said matter-of-factly, reinforcing his words by throwing his leg across Jaejoong’s body and bundling him close. “We’ll deal with this in the morning, together, so you may as well get some sleep.” Yunho closed his eyes and nestled his chin on top of Jaejoong’s head again.
He could fight him off, Jaejoong thought. Yunho was bigger but he was no doubt the stronger of the two. He could easily knock him out and escape. But he wouldn’t. As much as he told himself that he was ready to accept his fate, Yunho had shown him that it didn’t have to be. He could choose a different fate. It was a tough choice. The clan was all he’d known up until a month ago. He’d never once considered having a life outside of it. How would he survive? His skills weren’t exactly marketable and he didn’t have a conventional education. But he wouldn’t know unless he tried and if he returned to the clan, he’d surely be giving up any chance of finding out. He only had to ask himself one question: was honor really that important? Being there with Yunho, right in that moment, the answer was a loud, resounding “no.”
Sighing, he snuggled into the warm body that held him. Whatever fate awaited him tomorrow, he and Yunho would face it together.
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Length: Two-shot
Summary: Jaejoong is an assassin: Yunho, his target. But what happens when the hunter falls for his charming prey?
N/B: Inspired by, but not based on, the character of YeoWoon from Warrior Baek Dong Soo.
“Yunho…”
“Who are you?” he repeated insistently. “Who sent you?”
Jaejoong said nothing, only continued to stare at him.
“Who sent you?” Yunho bellowed. “Why are you here?”
Jaejoong took a deep, shuddering breath, his knife hand finally dropping to his side. He met Yunho’s gaze evenly. If he wasn’t going to kill him then he would at least tell him the truth. When Jaejoong was gone, more would come to finish the job. He had to prepare himself.
“I was sent to kill you,” he said, surprised at how calm his voice sounded.
Even though he’d surmised as much, Yunho’s heart skipped a beat and he felt a pang of betrayal.
“Who sent you?”
Jaejoong shook his head helplessly. “I don’t know. I received the order, I don’t know who the client is.”
“Who do you work for?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He may have given up on himself but he would never betray his brothers.
“It matters to me,” Yunho snapped.
Jaejoong shook his head again. “It wouldn’t make a difference if I told you.”
Yunho ground his teeth and stared at him silently for a minute.
Jaejoong couldn’t take it anymore and said, “I’m going to leave now. I would suggest beefing up your security. You’re going to need it.”
He put his knife away and turned around to open the terrace doors, but before he could step out, Yunho called out to him.
“Wait!”
Jaejoong glanced over his shoulder.
“That night…when we met, it was no accident, was it?”
He turned back around and met Yunho’s gaze fully. “No.”
“You were supposed to kill me then too, weren’t you?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you?” It might be a human flaw, curiosity, but Yunho had to know.
“I couldn’t,” Jaejoong said simply. “I’ve killed before,” he admitted,” but they were all bad men who’d committed despicable crimes against humanity. You were…different.”
“Who hired you?” Yunho asked again.
“I don’t know,” Jaejoong replied honestly.
“Was it someone I know? I may have a few frenemies but none that want me dead that badly as far as I know.” He thought for a moment. “Was it perhaps the father of some girl I’d messed with? Or guy for that matter.”
Jaejoong smiled slightly. “I don’t think so. The best I can tell you is someone wants to get to your father and they were going to use you to do it.”
“My father…” Yunho whispered. He walked to the bed and dropped down on the edge.
Jaejoong frowned, noticing the blood coating Yunho’s hand where he still held it pressed to his chest.
“You should see about that. When I leave, tell your guards to take you to the hospital.”
“It’s just a flesh wound,” Yunho replied carelessly. “The blood’s just for show. I can barely feel the sting.”
Jaejoong continued to frown but took him at his word.
“Why would anyone want to hurt my dad?” Yunho mused allowed. “He’s a pretty decent guy. He’s involved in a lot of charities, does stuff for the community. He’s not involved in anything illegal to my knowledge.”
Jaejoong’s eyes gentled. “I don’t know. His business practices may be above board but he is the president of an internationally reknowned conglomerate. It could be something as simple as someone wanting to get the competition out of the way.”
Yunho nodded. Jaejoong’s words made sense.
“My guess is since they targeted you and not your father directly, they knew it would be easier to get to you but that you and your father are close enough that your death would greatly affect him and perhaps throw his business game out of stride.”
Yunho nodded again. “We are pretty close. Most of my friends’ fathers were too busy ruling their personal empires to go to school games or spend any quality time with them but my dad has always been there for me. If he couldn’t come to a game, he had one of his men tape it, then we’d watch it together later so he could rag on me if I messed up. We love to fish too. Every summer we’d go to the cabin by the lake and just spend time with nature and each other. And he’s always supported me, no matter what. He doesn’t exactly approve of my…lifestyle, but he doesn’t judge, although I’m pretty sure he thinks it’s a phase I’ll grow out of.”
He smiled fondly when he spoke of his father and Jaejoong felt just the slightest twinge of jealousy.
“I guess I can see how a competitor would get the idea to use me instead of attacking dad directly,” he finished.
Jaejoong dropped his eyes to the ground, embarrassed by what he’d almost done.
“I’m sorry.”
Yunho looked over at him, saw the dejection in his stance. “Why didn’t you do it?” he blurted. “That night, you had a lot of openings. Why didn’t you…”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I told myself I could, tried to. I had this very knife in my hand a couple of times but when it came down to it, I couldn’t.”
“But why?” Yunho pressed.
Jaejoong’s cheeks filled with hot color. “For the same reason I didn’t hear you come up behind me tonight. You dull my senses, make my brain get foggy and confused. I start…feeling and wanting things I’ve never felt or wanted before.” He shrugged again. “I’m not supposed to feel, that’s the thing. I don’t know myself when I’m with you, but I know that I couldn’t, can’t, kill you.” His eyes briefly rested on Yunho’s chest. “You really should get that checked out.”
Yunho glanced down, his expression slightly puzzled as if he’d forgotten his injury. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders, revealing a shallow slice across his chest and a deeper indent where the knife had sunk in slightly. There was smudged, dried blood across his chest.
He poked around, self-examining, and deduced, “It really isn’t as bad as it looks. Probably won’t even leave a mark.”
They fell into silence for a few minutes, neither one saying anything despite the rapid stream of thoughts going through their heads.
Finally, Jaejoong said, “I should get going. Others will come so…be careful.” He turned and paused on the threshold of the terrace yet again. “Goodbye Yunho.”
“What’s going to happen to you?” Yunho asked quickly.
Jaejoong clenched his jaw, trying not to think about it. “I’ll be okay.”
“You’re lying, aren’t you?”
He remained silent.
“Jaejoong?” Yunho stood, coming up behind him. “They’re going to kill you, aren’t they? Your society or clan or whatever.”
“I can look after myself,” he finally said, not bothering to mention that he didn’t plan on running. There was no honor in being a coward.
“Look at me!”
Yunho placed his hands on Jaejoong’s shoulders and spun him around.
“You’re going to let them kill you, aren’t you?”
Conviction shone brightly in Jaejoong’s eyes. “It is the only way to restore my honor.”
“It’s suicide,” Yunho accused.
“You don’t understand.”
“What is there to understand?” Yunho snapped. “Look at you. You’re so twisted up inside, you don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. That night, when we were together…it was the first time you’d ever been with someone, wasn’t it?”
Jaejoong didn’t reply since it was pretty obvious.
“I don’t just mean sex,” Yunho clarified. “No one has ever touched you, held you, shown you affection. Have they?”
Jaejoong tried to shake Yunho off but he tightened his grip on his shoulders.
Finally Jaejoong gritted, “There’s no place for any of those things in the life of an assassin.”
“What about the life of a man? A child? Huh? People need people, Jaejoong. They need to be loved and cherished. This society of yours may groom you to be the perfect killing machine by depriving you of these things but it doesn’t stop you from wanting it, needing it, even if you don’t know that you do. Just look at the way you respond to me and you know what I’m saying is true.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s too late for me.”
“It’s never too late.” Yunho pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. “Let me help you.”
Jaejoong let himself be held for a moment, absorbing Yunho’s warmth, his kindness and affection. It felt good, having someone care what happened to him, feeling like he mattered. He was glad that he’d gotten to experience it not once but twice before he left this world. But he wouldn’t take Yunho down with him.
“No,” he said sharply, pushing against Yunho’s chest to dislodge him.
Yunho’s grunt of pain and the accompanying wince made him immediately apologetic as he gripped Yunho’s arm and led him back to the bed.
“I’m going to clean this for you and then I’m leaving,” he announced, stalking off to the bathroom. Thankfully, he’d seen the first-aid kit there during his last visit so he didn’t have to search.
Returning to Yunho’s side, Jaejoong sat on the bed and got to work disinfecting and bandaging the wound. He would’ve liked to wrap the bandage around Yunho’s body but his chest was on the wide side and the bandage was too short to go around more than once so he cut a long strip and taped it securely to Yunho’s skin.
Yunho watched him intently while he worked. He could never get enough of looking at him. He wasn’t just beautiful, he was interesting and new. He was unlike anyone Yunho had ever met before. His attraction to Jaejoong wasn’t a novelty, it wasn’t something that would wear off after a while. In fact, he could only see it becoming stronger. He was well and truly on his way to becoming obsessed with the boy. It was more than a little frightening. And yet…it didn’t scare him as much as it should have. Jaejoong was bound to bring trouble, he was an assassin after all, but Yunho already cared too much about him to let him go without trying to save him. The fact that he wanted him in the physical sense was inconsequential. He wanted to be with Jaejoong again but he had to convince him that his life was worth saving first.
“There,” Jaejoong exclaimed, snapping the lid shut on the first-aid kit, the used wipes and cotton swabs bunched in one hand. “Remember to check and change your dressing often, keep an eye out for infection. If there’s any sign of inflammation, go straight to…”
“Stop,” Yunho whsipered.
Jaejoong’s mouth snapped shut.
“Do you think talking my ear off is going to make me forget?” Yunho leaned towards him, bringing his hands up to frame Jaejoong’s face. “I’m not letting you go.”
“You can’t stop me,” Jaejoong said defiantly.
“I’m not letting you leave here,” Yunho repeated.
Jaejoong waited a beat before he asked, “How do you plan on stopping me?” There was a challenge in his eyes, his tone.
With the only weapon he had, Yunho thought, seconds before he swallowed Jaejoong’s lips with his own. If he had to shock his senses to make him relaxed and willing, he was more than prepared to do so.
Jaejoong’s fingers went limp, releasing the handful of swabs and the first-aid kit before finding purchase in the naked flesh of Yunho’s shoulders. He knew what Yunho was doing, he wasn’t stupid, but he was too weak to resist. He didn’t want to. Yunho’s lips on his brought back all the pleasure he’d experienced during their last encounter, the feel of it on his own, kissing down his stomach to where he ached the most. And then Yunho’s body moving over him, in him, the intense heat, pressure building, then the undeniable pleasure.
His erotic thoughts made him gasp in anticipation and the sound tapered to a moan when Yunho swept his tongue into his mouth, pushing him back on the bed and rolling on top of him. They were both half-on, half-off the bed but neither cared or noticed.
When Yunho’s hands tugged his t-shirt upward, Jaejoong raised his arms to help him pull it off before arching off the bed as Yunho’s hot, wet mouth closed over one of his already taut, tight pink nipples. When he moved to the other nipple to give it the same treatment, Jaejoong felt shivers of pleasure shoot straight through his bones.
Finally Yunho stopped torturing him and raised his head. “Slide up,” he ordered.
Jaejoong turned to climb his way up the bed but froze when Yunho’s hand settled on his waist to halt him.
“Jaejoong…What’s this?”Yunho’s voice was barely a whisper.
It was then that Jaejoong remembered the condition of his back, the fading pink lines criss-crossing the pale expanse. He felt heat spread across his back as his self-consciousness increased.
“It’s nothing,” he replied, brushing it off.
“Jaejoong.” Yunho’s voice was angry now. “They did this to you, didn’t they? Because of me.”
“No,” he denied quickly.
“Because you didn’t kill me. They hurt you, didn’t they?”
“Just forget it, okay? It’s no less than I deserve.”
Yunho scoffed. “You deserve? How can you say that?”
Jaejoong didn’t reply. He wondered if he should leave now. The mood was broken, wasn’t it?
Just then, he felt a soft, feather-light sensation brush his skin. It was so light, he wasn’t sure it had actually happened…until it happened again. It was then he realized that Yunho was kissing his scars.
“I’m sorry,” Yunho whispered between kisses. “So sorry.”
Tears filled Jaejoong’s eyes, one-spilling over before he could force them back. No one had ever been this gentle with him before. It made his heart hurt. He was ashamed of the scars, what they meant, but Yunho’s tenderness was breaking his heart. He didn’t deserve it but he craved it, reveled in it.
Yunho kissed every single mark that marred the once perfect flesh and when he was done, he continued kissing Jaejoong’s back, his sides, reaching around in front to unsnap his jeans and, with his assistance, pull it and his shorts down. He nibbled the firm, pale globes of Jaejoong’s butt-cheeks, then he gently parted them and licked the sensitive star in between.
Jaejoong almost came right then and there. He’d never in his wildest imaginations thought that Yunho would ever put his mouth there but he did, not once but over and over again. He tickled him with his tongue, massaging his cheeks as he speared him with the thick muscle in a simulation of what he would later do with his member.
When Yunho finally pulled away, Jaejoong felt bereft but it didn’t last long as Yunho returned almost as quickly. He reached into the bedside table for the familiar bottle of lube, coated his hardness, urged Jaejoong up onto his spread knees, positioned himself between them and slowly pushed his way into Jaejoong’s tight, hot entrance.
He couldn’t hold back the satisfied grunt that spilled forth when he was finally buried to the hilt. To say that being inside Jaejoong was a pleasure was an understatement. He had never felt anything more satisfying, more fulfilling than the tight heat that surrounded him, welcomed him, like a lover’s warm greeting after a long separation. When Jaejoong shifted restlessly on his knees, he took that as an invitation to move, withdrawing to the tip and thrusting deeply again.
Jaejoong bit into his arm as Yunho worked his way in and out of him, rocking on his knees to meet Yunho’s thrusts. There were more sex positions than he’d ever thought about, he realized, each one making him feel Yunho’s presence inside him in an entirely new way. His body was still unaccustomed to the invasion so it hurt a bit but the friction and the pleasure when Yunho went so deep that he could feel the reverberation in his chest more than made up for it. His own penis was rock hard and as he glanced down at it, he saw a thin stream of clear fluid leaking from the tip. For some reason, that turned him on even more, his muscles involuntarily spasming around Yunho’s cock.
Yunho groaned when Jaejoong tightened around him, almost losing his load then and there. Not yet, he thought as his grip tightened on Jaejoong’s waist, the speed of his own hips increasing fractionally. Just a little longer. He continued to thrust at the pace he’d set but when he felt his balls tighten to an almost painful proportion, he stopped moving altogether.
Without ever leaving Jaejoong’s body, he wrapped an arm around his waist, sat back onto his heels and pulled Jaejoong on top of him so that he straddled his lap. He gripped Jaejoong’s erection with his other hand, rubbing the sticky precum around his entire shaft before starting a slow, smooth stroke. Jaejoong moaned loudly, his head falling back onto Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho kissed the side of his face and with his hand still supporting Jaejoong’s weight, began plunging upward. Jaejoong’s movements automatically matched his rhythm, pushing down on him in sync.
It was a little awkward, supporting Jaejoong’s weight and stroking him while thrusting up but they’d had practice in a similar position the last time so they got by. Eventually Yunho released his hold around Jaejoong’s waist since he was already meeting Yunho thrust for thrust. Instead, he threaded his fingers into Jaejoong’s hair, turning his face toward him, and claimed his lips roughly, biting the sensitive skin before thrusting his tongue into his mouth as he slammed into him hard. He didn’t know where this sudden anger and violence came from but it coursed through him almost as strongly as his lust and desire for Jaejoong did. It pissed him off that Jaejoong treasured himself so little that he had already given up on life. He would save him from himself, of that he was certain, but it didn’t dowse his ire. His grip tightened around Jaejoong’s hardness and, breaking the kiss, he bit into his shoulder, surging upward sharply and deep into Jaejoong’s tight tunnel.
Something inside of Jaejoong tripped. One minute he was with Yunho, bouncing in his lap as they strove towards completion, the next Yunho’s hand was holding his penis so painfully that tears sprung to his eyes, then Yunho’s teeth sank into his shoulder bringing with it another set of pain and lastly, Yunho thrust deep into him. It was a knockdown, drag-out combo that sent him over the edge and with a high-pitched cry of ecstacy, he exploded, his juices flying all over the place as he rode Yunho hard and fast, cresting wave after wave of the pleasure bombarding his nervous system. He was speaking, saying what, he didn’t know as he couldn’t form a single coherent thought.
Yunho smiled to himself when he felt Jaejoong orgasm, happy that he’d pleasured him once again, then Jaejoong started riding him furiously and he felt his own climax approaching. But when he heard Jaejoong cry out his name, chanting it over and over, his heart skipped a beat, it was so unexpected and beautiful, and so with tears in his eyes, he pressed his face to Jaejoong’s back and poured himself into him.
They stayed like that for long minutes, catching their breaths. When Jaejoong could finally move again, he slumped onto his side, staring up at a very satisfied Yunho who smiled down at him. Yunho stretched out beside Jaejoong, brushed back the damp tendrils of hair stuck to his face and kissed him softly.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, gently caressing Jaejoong’s soft cheek. “And every time I’m with you, I feel like I’ve been given a gift.”
Jaejoong blushed prettily but said nothing.
Pulling him closer, Yunho rested his chin atop his head.
He would wait until he’d fallen asleep, Jaejoong decided. Once he was out, he would dress and leave again, like he had the last time. He felt bad, ditching Yunho like that, and Yunho would know that he never coming back this time, but there was nothing either of them could do about it. It was better this way. Yunho knew he was a target now, his father’s people would protect him. Even if his brothers came after him again, which they undoubtedly would, at least they’d have a fighting chance. He’d done all he could to save him. Now he had to face the music himself.
He listened until Yunho’s breathing became deep and even then he gently started pulling away. When, instead of loosening, Yunho’s arms tightened around him, he gasped and looked up, eyes widening when he saw that Yunho was very much awake, his eyes wide open and clear.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Yunho said matter-of-factly, reinforcing his words by throwing his leg across Jaejoong’s body and bundling him close. “We’ll deal with this in the morning, together, so you may as well get some sleep.” Yunho closed his eyes and nestled his chin on top of Jaejoong’s head again.
He could fight him off, Jaejoong thought. Yunho was bigger but he was no doubt the stronger of the two. He could easily knock him out and escape. But he wouldn’t. As much as he told himself that he was ready to accept his fate, Yunho had shown him that it didn’t have to be. He could choose a different fate. It was a tough choice. The clan was all he’d known up until a month ago. He’d never once considered having a life outside of it. How would he survive? His skills weren’t exactly marketable and he didn’t have a conventional education. But he wouldn’t know unless he tried and if he returned to the clan, he’d surely be giving up any chance of finding out. He only had to ask himself one question: was honor really that important? Being there with Yunho, right in that moment, the answer was a loud, resounding “no.”
Sighing, he snuggled into the warm body that held him. Whatever fate awaited him tomorrow, he and Yunho would face it together.