[Fic] Vows [1/1]
The dark church had only one light source from the tall rectangular window above their patron saint. The strip of light created a pathway toward the chancel platform, yet even with sun's natural light in his eyes, the figure dressed in white standing at the top of the platform shone brighter than any light could.
He knows that this ceremony was nothing but a responsibility he must fulfill as the crowned prince. He knows that his heart should not be aflutter with each step. He knows that both of them are bound by nothing but duty. Yet he couldn't stop the blush that crept up his cheeks or the breathing that got gradually more and more irregular.
Jung Yunho, the heir to the throne, the next physical embodiment of the country, followed the path of light toward God's realm. He was dressed in his most lavish ceremonial uniform with all his military decorations clinking against each other in this echoing chamber. His crown was heavy on his head and the jewels reflected scatterings of light against the bare stone walls.
The doors shut heavily behind him and they were completely alone. Stopping at the foot of the chancel platform, Yunho takes off his crown and sheds his military jacket, revealing the plain white shirt underneath. He is the future king in the eyes of the people of his country, but in the eyes of God, he is merely another man. To wear his crown of authority and boast of the men he's killed while in uniform was equal to treason in their land. Even his father, the king of the most powerful land had to humble himself in the grace of God.
He takes the first step and Yunho wobbles. As a child, he used to get nervous as God's eyes saw all--the trouble he caused, the pastries he stole from the kitchen, the lessons he's missed, but now Yunho trembled under the eyes of another, a dazzling man dressed in white robes.
Yunho cannot look away as those dark eyes found his. His eyes are not looking at their patron saint as he kneels and whispers the prayers he's practiced since he was a child. In his heart, Yunho hopes God can find the mercy to forgive him for his treason.
"Yunho-yah," the other whispers as the prince finishes. "Are you ready?"
Yunho stands and walks toward the blinding white figure with the darkest hair and most mesmerizing eyes. They were only inches apart and the other takes half a step forward, narrowing the distance even more.
"Are you?" Yunho whispers back. He's trying to control his erratic breath and the speeding beats of his heart, but it's no use.
The other laughs. The sound of his voice is rich and warm unlike the cold stone church. And Yunho thinks that this is the only reason he can stand this dark place.
"For you? I'll always be ready."
Yunho tries not to think what else that declaration could mean but with Kim Jaejoong, it could have meant anything. The Head Priest was anything but simple and his words reflected it.
"Don't think to hard Yunho-yah," Jaejoong whispers. Their bodies barely touched but Yunho could feel the heat of Jaejoong's skin against his own. "You are the country and I am it's soul. Let the body and spirit come together naturally."
"Naturally?" Yunho chuckles, acting much more confidently than he felt. His arms slide down Jaejoong's side to that slim waist and pulled until they were flush against each other. The bare skin that touched seared Yunho's and he couldn't help but pull the other man closer, branding Jaejoong's touch deep in his self.
"Yes," Jaejoong smiles back, his hands gently resting against Yunho's shoulder. "Just do whatever--"
Jaejoong never gets to finish that sentence as Yunho presses a hungry kiss on the other's lips. The priest moans into the desperation of Yunho's tongue and bites down. Yunho almost reels back in surprise. It was easy to forget that Jaejoong wasn't as passive as he presented himself. But Jaejoong iron grip on his shoulders blocked the escape and he suckles on the bloody cut gently like a silent apology.
They part briefly for air and Jaejoong whispers, "And to the land, I bind myself."
Jaejoong dives for another kiss and he fights tooth and nail against Yunho for control. Yunho wrenches their lips apart just as Jaejoong was gaining the advantage.
"And to the soul, I bind myself," Yunho chuckles against Jaejoong's scowling lips.
Yunho delivered a series of little kisses on Jaejoong's lips just teasing the other man, leaning back then he tried to deepen it.
"For the King," Jaejoong growls. His hands captured the back of Yunho's neck and forces the prince into a soul devouring kiss. It was less of a kiss than just Jaejoong trying to suck Yunho's life out of him. With a smirk of satisfaction, Jaejoong breaks it. "To protect the people."
"And for the Soul," Yunho breaths. His retaliation is gentle but passionate. Jaejoong melts into it and their tongues rubbed against each other in truce. Yunho doesn't even bother to break the kiss, choosing to just whisper it into Jaejoong's mouth. "To protect the King and God."
"In front of God, I take Jung Yunho as my King," Jaejoong declares in a hushed whisper. His hands leave Yunho's neck and Yunho's leave Jaejoong's waist. "As my country, as my body."
"In front of God, I take Kim Jaejoong as my Priest," Yunho answers. They intertwined their fingers together. Both of them looked away from each other in embarrassment. This act seemed to be more intimate than all the kisses they've exchanged and it takes Yunho an extraordinary amount of self control to continue talking and not just ravish the other man right there and then. "As my people, as my soul."
They step apart and Jaejoong falls to his knees in quiet prayer. Yunho walks down the steps, gathers his belongings and leaves.
He is shaking when his escorts open the large doors. Yunho takes on look back and watches Jaejoong shed the white gown, wearing only simple pants underneath. He watches for a moment longer as those black tattooed wings rolled with life atop of Jaejoong's muscled back.
The doors are closed but Yunho's heart hasn't calmed and he fears that it will never.
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"Is this normal?" Yunho asks and his response is a chuckle.
"Well, Your Highness," a foreign traveling priest smiles smugly. "Falling in love is quite normal."
"Yah! Park Yoochun!" one of Yunho's escorts scowls. "Do not presume things about His Highness."
"Junsu-ah," Yoochun coos. "You're the prince's personal guard and Jaejoong-hyung's cousin. What do you think?"
"I-I don't dare to assume," Junsu sputters.
"No, please do," Yunho insists, sitting more comfortably in his chair. He's been with Junsu for many years and the younger man was too uptight sometimes. It was nice to see that this traveling priest, Park Yoochun, could rattle the guard. "I also would like to know what you think."
"Your Highness!" Junsu squeaks uncharacteristic to his ruthless reputation. "How can I dare make presumptions about our country's Crowned Prince and Head Priest!"
"Well, Your Highness is giving you permission to," Yunho says. He gives Junsu an expectant look and takes secret joy in the guard's mental dilemma. "How about this? I command you to tell me."
"His Highness is waiting," Yoochun teases, sipping his warmed water leisurely.
"It is not unnatural for the body to be attracted to the soul," Junsu says, carefully weighing all his words. "If the body and soul did not love each other, there would be discord within the country."
Yunho nods. Junsu gave a relatively safe answer. It was true. Their country was strange compared to many others. Their people believed in the separation of the country's body and soul. The body, or land, personified itself with the next ruler of the country while the head of the church was the soul, or spirit of the people. If the King and the Head Priest weren't in harmony, the people believed that the country would fall to hardships. So Yunho pretty much grew up with Jaejoong. And while Yunho was quite sure they started out as friends, he no longer thinks the meaning of Jaejoong's heavy stares or even his own loaded words are quite as platonic as they used to be.
There was a knock on the door.
"Enter," Yoochun answers as they were in Yoochun's resting room.
A younger priest enters, his robes a deep red of a high ranking. Yunho raises an eyebrow in curiosity. Red robes were a sign of experience and high intelligence. He almost never sees younger men wearing those colors.
"Ah, you were on your military expedition when Changmin entered our church," Yoochun realizes. He's quick to motion the younger man over. "This is Shim Changmin. One of the greatest intellectual minds of our institution."
"Its a pleasure to meet-oh my God, I mean, Your Highness," Changmin stutters. He hadn't realized who Yunho was without the man's crown or grand clothing.
Yunho laughs, not a bit offended at the younger man's informal language, "It's fine. I'm sure no one really expected me to walk around in plain clothes anyways."
"So what were you here for?" Yoochun asks.
"Jaejoo-er-the Head Priest," Changmin says looking over at the heir to the throne cautiously. "He's completed the ceremony and he wishes to see the Pr-"
"Yunho-yah!" came the loud echoing call and Changmin looks like he wants to kill someone.
"Yah! Hyung!" Changmin yells, running to the door. "You're indecent right now! Put on clothes!"
Yunho stifles a laugh as he sees Jaejoong's dark head peek through the door only to be shoved back out by the younger priest. Changmin closes the door quickly behind him but the force merely made the door bounce back open.
"It's okay," Jaejoong argues. "It's just Yunho and we just finished our vows so it's not like he won't be seeing this--"
"Too much information!" Changmin all but screeches.
Yunho stands and nods his head in goodbye to the foreign priest. Yoochun bows back, low and respectful. He heads out the door toward the commotion and from the corner of his eye, he could see Junsu gathering his belongings and giving pointed looks at Yoochun.
Yunho walks out just in time to see Changmin slap Jaejoong's arm. The younger man freezes at the sight of the prince and seems to want to explain but words failing him.
"It actually might be nice for someone to beat some sense into Jaejoong once in a while," Yunho approves and Jaejoong give him a scandalized look. He gives Jaejoong a look over and comments, "At least you're wearing pants."
"White's too easy to get dirty," Jaejoong shrugs.
"So we're going somewhere?" Yunho asks and Jaejoong only smiles in response before sprinting down the hall way. Changmin makes a noise between a groan of frustration and a sigh of surrender. Yunho shakes his head but follows. His eyes never leave the expanse of Jaejoong's back and the wings that look like they'll come alive and take the priest into the skies.
They make it out of the Church's premises and neither slow down as their feet crunch on the wild dirt floors of the surrounding forest. Yunho almost feels like a child again, stripped of responsibility, duties and the blood on his hands. Jaejoong's laughter urges him on deeper and deeper into the forest as it had for the past twenty or so years.
He reaches the vast river but Jaejoong had disappeared somewhere between the sharp turn and the river bank. Yunho takes a moment to just watch the water lap onto the dirt. It had been many months since he was just able to stand somewhere and enjoy nature grandiose gifts. It had been many months since his mind had been at peace. The battlefield was hell on earth and Yunho had no words to describe how grateful he was for the armistice.
Just as he breathed in deeply the moist air of the riverbank, Yunho was tackled from behind and they rolled quite perilously close to the edge of the water. The water tickled Yunho's fingertips. Jaejoong is laughing atop of him and any annoyance Yunho was bound to feel dissolved into joy.
"Welcome home Yunho-yah," Jaejoong smiles. His expression lighter and younger than that in the Church. "My lovely Yunho-yah."
"Glad to be back," Yunho answers and memories of their youth flashed before his eyes. "Very glad to be back."
"How does our future king feel?" Jaejoong asks. "To have finally sealed your position with our vows?"
"Stressed to be honest," Yunho laughs. He makes a pouty face and Jaejoong laughs. As the prince, Yunho could be a little foolish and a little more true to himself, but now, he must abandon his self and become the King, strong, reliable and charismatic. "I can't believe that in three more days I'll be the ruler of this country."
"Your father trusts you," Jaejoong assures. "That's the only reason why he's stepping down now. He believes in you."
"But what if I--"
"No what ifs," Jaejoong hushes. "As you're other half, I will be there if you are ever unsure."
"Are you speaking as the Soul of this country or as Kim Jaejoong?" Yunho asks, teasingly. "The other half of this country or my soulmate?"
"Do you want the Head Priest or Kim Jaejoong?" Jaejoong whispers against Yunho's lips.
Leaning up, Yunho answers with a kiss. They move slowly against each other, Jaejoong's weight still pining Yunho down. Yunho's arms are around Jaejoong's neck and Jaejoong's cup the prince's cheeks lovingly. The water laps against Yunho's side and Jaejoong's leg, but they ignore the cold water in favor for each other's warmth.
Jaejoong gasps at the cold shock as Yunho flips them over into the river's chilled water. Jaejoong laughs as an automatic response and Yunho takes advantage of the other's surprise to nip at the exposed neckline. It takes a moment for Jaejoong to stop squirming and get control of himself again, but when he does, Yunho finds himself breathing in water.
Yunho coughs, wrenching himself out of the cold water; the water only being knee-deep. He hasn't even gotten the water out of his eyes when he's pushed against the river bank with only his feet submerged in the water. Once again, he's pinned under Jaejoong's weight. Both of them were wet, Yunho's shirt completely transparent at this point and Jaejoong's pants sticking him like a second skin.
Jaejoong's eyes were filled with something Yunho used to fear but now embraces.
"Yunho-yah," Jaejoong whispers into Yunho's wet hair. "Are you ready?"
Yunho's hand slide up Jaejoong's thighs and he chuckles, "Are you?"
Both of them seem to realize the déjà vu and this sent them into an embarrassed laughing fit. It takes several moments to steady themselves, but when they do, their skin is flush with something more than just embarrassment.
"For you? I'll always be ready," Jaejoong growls into Yunho's ear. The connotations as clear as day. "Don't think too hard Yunho-yah. Let us come together naturally."
"Naturally?" Yunho asks, continuing their little play. His hands miss the growing bulge of Jaejoong's pants just barely before traveling up to his naked sides. Jaejoong scowls down at the prince but doesn't otherwise voice his disapproval.
"Yes, just do whatever--" Jaejoong says, completely expecting and welcoming the sudden aggression. Yunho's kiss is just as branding as the one in the church. Jaejoong finds himself at quite a disadvantage as Yunho finds many sensitive spots on his naked torso, so he makes quick business out of getting Yunho out of his shirt.
"And to my-," Jaejoong gasps as Yunho's lips move down and bit into a particular tender spot on collar. "-to my other, I bind myself."
Yunho suckles on the spot gently and whispers, "And to my other, I bind myself."
Yunho slowly raises until Jaejoong is pretty much sitting on his lap, still not letting go of the wide expanse of skin stretched out before him. It's been months and he would mark every spot on Jaejoong so the Church, the country, the world could see who the Head Priest belonged to.
Jaejoong initiates another kiss and Yunho's hands travel lower and lower down Jaejoong's back. They play with the waist of his pants teasingly and one naughty hand even gropes a cheek through the fabric. Jaejoong is quick to unfasten the front and let the waistband fall, giving Yunho whatever access he desired. As usual, Jaejoong doesn't have any underwear.
Without proper lubricant, Yunho is hesitant, sliding his wet fingers down the crack not quite to where the treasure would be, but close enough to make Jaejoong shudder against him. But he hesitates for too long and Jaejoong bites his shoulder. Hard. Yunho give something short of a yelp but Jaejoong doesn't let go, his teeth sinking into Yunho's skin until blood mixed with the water dripping down his shoulder.
"You spoiled-" Yunho begin but he's cut off by the stinging pain of Jaejoong's teeth cutting skin. He heard Jaejoong's guttural warning and sighs. Even with the pain from his shoulders shooting down his arm, Yunho is quick to work two fingers into his lover's-are they lovers?-ass. Jaejoong's hands are not idle as they fiddle with the clasps of Yunho's pants, freeing his dripping cock into the cool air. Yunho sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden contrast of environments and his poor sensitive cock is not left alone as Jaejoong's hand clenches the organ in a hold that bordered painful.
"For Yunho," Jaejoong smiles against the bleeding bite mark. "To be his support."
Jaejoong gives him a bloody kiss and caressed his cock oh-so gently, unlike his previous vicious ministrations. Yunho takes the chance to work a third finger in, his other hand spreading those tight cheeks apart. Jaejoong purrs in satisfaction, rubbing the blood on Yunho's shoulders onto his neck.
"And for Jaejoong," Yunho mutters into the other's chest, flicking an erect nipple with his tongue. His fingers are thorough in the preparation but not entirely functioning for pleasure. They brush against the other prostate just barely, but not enough for any tangible satisfaction. "To be his love and support."
"In front of God, I take-" Jaejoong is cut off as Yunho presses them closer together and the priest's weeping manhood scrapes against Yunho's finely toned stomach. "I take Jung Yunho-ah, wait, I--"
But Yunho doesn't wait. He flips them over and Jaejoong grits his teeth at the little rocks digging into his back. Jaejoong wasn't even sure when Yunho had taken out his fingers, but he definitely feels the press of Yunho's cock against his entrance.
"And in front of God, I take Kim Jaejoong," Yunho whispers into Jaejoong's ear before fully sheathing himself in one fluid stroke. Jaejoong screams and the rest is history.
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Oh yes, just like the ritual, Jaejoong does get on his knees for worship but that's a story for another day. One that Changmin walks in on unexpectedly. Ah yes, a story for another day indeed.
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A/N: Insert bad excuse: because I'm practicing smut? Anyways, just some plotless smut. There used to be a plot behind this, but uh...I don't want to work on too many things at the same time. I'm getting slowly beyond my embarrassment towards sex scenes but expect bad smut until I get there somehow....in a bajillion years.
OH BTW, I don't know how many people who will read this were also following my Dr. Jin AU but that will be rewritten into a chaptered story with a concentration on plot. Now that the drama is finished, I'm not too happy with several things that occurred. Many things will change .____. So yeah, just putting that out there.
So I'm currently working on an extended version of Bird People, finishing Anastasia, the Dr. Jin AU, the Pick Me Up series, and a couple of one-shots ...maybe I should shorten that list. Erg...any requests for what I should update next?