[fic] Feast of the Senses [1/5]
title: Feast of the Senses
chapter: 1/5
author: Cross (xmachina_writes)
rating: NC-17 overall
genre: PWP
pairings: Ni~yaxAoi, JaeHo, Ni~ya/Yunho, Ni~yaxJaejoong, AoixJaejoong, Jaejoong/Changmin, Ni~yaxAoixJaejoongxYunho, AoixChangmin, Ni~yaxChangminxAoi
warnings: RPS, BDSM, dubious consent
disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, names of real people are being used without permission in a fictious setting.
summary: Sometimes guys just want to play.
notes: This is kind of strange, gets kinda brutal/dark in places, and is more or less entirely Yujji's fault. She gave my dark!bunnies food and encouragement and then proceeded to loan me her Changmin to make it all come together. ^^ I linked to images of Ni~ya and Aoi, though it doesn't really matter if you don't know who they are because our boys don't know either. ^^
Oh! Language usage. Most of the dialouge in the fic should be assumed to be Japanese unless it says otherwise. Hence the use of Japanese honorifics throughout. As with Yujji, the use of 'ie' is not intended as an honorific - she's only just now getting me into Korean stuff whereas I've been into jpop for about a decade now, so.... ^^;;
I think that covers everything, so....
~*~*~
It was the brush of fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck that caught his attention. A subdued, practically inaudible hum of pleasure as he turned towards the source of that touch. Ni~ya. The brazen and outspoken bassist of Nightmare ... and his very loving, very dedicated boyfriend of six months. They fit so well together and yet they were two fires, two passionate people who could and did drive each other to distraction on a semi-regular basis. But that, Aoi had decided, was part of his attraction to the younger man. Ni~ya's passion for life that reflected itself in nearly everything he did, that was something his bandmates and friends couldn't seem to understand. More than a couple of them had tried to tell him he shouldn't be involved with someone who treated him so abusively - which was the one thing Ni~ya never was. Hell, the meddling of his friends had almost cost him his relationship, their accusations having nearly driven a permanent wedge between them. If not for Ruka....
“Hey baby, been waiting long?”
“Oh, just long enough to get a decent look around,” he said, leaning into Ni~ya's touch. “You picked a good place, it's going to be hard to choose. So many beautiful bodies....”
“Are you sure this is what you want, kitten?” the bassist murmured against Aoi's ear.
“I know, Ni, I know. It'll be fun, though, ne? If I can ever decide on just one. And get lucky enough to have him agree to play with us.”
“Any early favourites?” Ni~ya asked, sitting down next to him at the bar, back against the counter.
“There was one earlier, but he's here with a girl, so doubtful that'll pan out. But there's a table full of sexy gentlemen over there, far end of the dance floor, near side. See it? All of them look like they could be fun, don't you think?”
Aoi watched as his boyfriend made a less than completely subtle study of the table he'd indicated. Five young men, younger than either of them by at least five years in Aoi's estimation. Princess and a court of four, although one was receiving more attention than the others. An already established couple, perhaps? That could be even more fun for play than just the one, if they were willing. If Ni~ya was willing. But he wasn't going to get his hopes up over it.
“You can't have them all, kitten,” Ni~ya teased, leaning close to nip at his ear. Aoi shivered, reflexively twitching away from the pleasurable sting. His boyfriend was being incredibly forward for a public place....
“No?”
“No, you greedy sensualist. One, two, maybe even three if they're cooperative enough, but I doubt even my teacher could take all five of them at once.”
“Oh fine, fine, I suppose I don't have to have them all,” Aoi mock grumbled, shifting around to grin up at the bassist. “Besides, that one on the end isn't really all that hot anyway.”
Ni~ya laughed, turning back to the bar to order a drink for himself. Aoi let his eyes wander around the room, drifting towards the dance floor once more and taking note of other attractive persons (mostly male) as he did so. There were certainly other options, doubtless easier prey. He'd already noticed a couple guys - and more than a few girls - watching him, wanting him. He'd also noticed more than a couple disgusted looks for how close he was to Ni~ya since the bassist's arrival.
“We're being ... observed,” Ni~ya noted casually a few moments later.
“Of course,” Aoi replied, beckoning over a bartender. “You're radiating sex and I'm fucking hot.”
“No, Aoi,” and Ni~ya laughed again. “Your Koreans are watching us.”
“My Koreans? I thought I wasn't allowed so many,” he shot back, laughing as well. If they were being watched, then it either meant they were about to be told off or ... well, no, he doubted they could be so lucky as to have it mean anything else.
“You aren't. And you knew what I meant.”
“Yeah, but you know me....”
Ni~ya grunted, his smile faltering and then disappearing entirely. Dammit. Had someone said something to his boyfriend again? Christ on a cracker, why couldn't people just leave them alone? So what if their relationship was unconventional? They weren't hurting anyone, they weren't impacting Gazette in the negative by any stretch, it was none of their business! Nor was it fair that a single misplaced comment could ruin an entire month of planning.
“Ni ... we don't have to do this tonight. Or at all. If you'd rather just go home....”
“Are you having second thoughts, pet?”
“What? No! No, I just ... I didn't want you to think you had to do this or anything.”
“Such things you say,” Ni~ya replied, his earlier smirk returning as he leaned close again. “Do remember which of us is the collared one, love.”
His lover stole the briefest kiss before downing the rest of his drink. Standing, Ni~ya lingered at Aoi's side, bending down to whisper against his ear: “Stay here. I'll go see if any of them would even consider playing our way.”
Aoi shivered with a tiny nod; he would do as he was told. For now.
~*~*~
“So?”
“So I think you should take Min and get out of here.”
“Eh? But we just got here!”
“We've been here for over an hour. Time to find a different club. This one's gone sour.”
Yunho's eyes narrowed, but his confusion only lasted for a brief moment. Jae could see understanding flickering in those eyes even in the club's dim lighting, Changmin's continuing protests falling on deaf ears.
“Jae's right. This place is stale. We'll find someplace better.”
~*~*~
Ni~ya watched his targets shifting, shuffling, getting ready to leave, despite the protests of one of the five. The two ... joined men had caught him and Aoi watching them and had apparently further decided they wanted none of it. Or else they were trying to protect the other three. There was something about the pretty princess that radiated sexual prowess, much the same way the youngest evinced a sort of innocent purity. Not that it mattered anymore as Ni~ya watched Aoi's option of choosing any of them slip through the crowds and head for the door. Ah well, there was still the whole rest of the club.
Except the princess wasn't leaving. He'd started out following the other four but halfway to the door he'd briefly caught his partner's hand before disengaging, heading for the bar. Heading for Aoi. That was certainly unexpected, but Ni~ya could work with this, too.
/Aoi-kun, Pretty's headed your way. Want me to follow the others?/
/No, but hang back? You're too intense sometimes. Let me handle this one on my own. For now./
Ni~ya smirked as he read Aoi's message. He couldn't argue with the truth. His intensity had worked to his favor with Aoi, but it wasn't for everyone. He'd let the older man try things his way, at least for now, as Aoi had asked. After all, Ni~ya would be the one calling all the shots once they got their prey back to his apartment. Perhaps it would be best if he started planning that? Even from a distance he could practically taste the pretty one's latent submissiveness. The right bait and that one would be up for pretty much anything. Which suited Ni~ya quite well. He'd make a pretty piece of art of that one....
~*~*~
“You know, it's rude to stare....”
Aoi couldn't help but smirk as the pretty boy stopped in front of him, chin jutting out with cold pride. Kids today.... Thought the world owed them something and with no respect for their elders. Particular the ones like this one, with a face like a fashion model and a body to match. Probably got everything he wanted just by using that body of his to his best advantage. Little wonder he was such a spoiled princess.
“I wasn't starting at you, princess,” Aoi drawled.
“I saw you!” he protested, something like frustration sparking in dark eyes.
“So cocky. So overconfident. Why should I have been paying any special attention to you, princess?”
“Don't call me that.”
Had he struck a nerve? Ah, perhaps that could be useful. Somehow. Later, perhaps. But for the moment he saw no purpose in relaxing his arrogant posture. For one thing, it seemed to be working.
“So what should I call you, princess?”
“There you are. Come on, Jae, time to go,” a new voice announced, one of the others from that table. The pretty boy's companion, the preferred partner of the indignant rich brat before him, from what his eyes were telling him. The loosely possessive arm that declared the princess, Jae, to be the sole property of this other man. But if they were so firmly together, why had Jae approached him at all? It would have been easier to just leave with the rest of the group, or so Aoi would have thought.
“Jae, is it? Well, nice meeting you, Jae-hime, and thank you for the diversion. I'm sure it made my partner's job much easier.”
Pure fiction, but at the same time, Aoi wouldn't have put it past Ni~ya to try something while the two protective ones were distracted with him. With the way these two had been acting, they were not only together but out of bounds as well. And that meant someone else would have to be found for their amusement. Besides, the expression on their faces....
“Changmin.”
“He's just fine,” Aoi purred, smirking. And then he was being shoved hard against the bar, the unnamed newcomer growling in his face.
“Where is he? If you've hurt him....”
“Paws off and I'll find out,” Aoi growled back, not about to be intimidated by some kid with a pop idol's face. The kid scowled at him but let go, even stepped back a pace. Aoi fished out his phone, sending another text to Ni~ya. Now to hope his flip mouth hadn't gotten him into trouble his lover couldn't fix.
~*~*~
Changmin didn't appreciate being shuffled out of a perfectly good club just because Jaejoong was supposedly sick of it. Especially when Jae didn't leave the club with them. It was ridiculous and insulting to his intelligence besides. Stale atmosphere? Like he was really going to believe something like that, no matter what sort of act Jaejoong and Yunho cooked up.
“Dammit. All right, you guys go on ahead, text me when you find someplace good, and we'll catch up.”
That sort of talk didn't make him like things any better. If this place was so bad, why were Jaejoong and Yunho staying? They were obviously trying to protect him again, treating him like a little kid. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.
“You heard the bossman. Come on, Min, there's another club down the street that looks good.”
“You guys go ahead, I'm gonna hang here and wait for Jaejoong and Yunho.”
Junsu and Yoochun exchanged uncertain looks, but Yunho hadn't specifically told them to take Changmin away. And without that they couldn't make him do anything.
“All right, but be careful, okay?”
“Of course, always.”
Junsu rolled his eyes, a sure sign that the other thought his grin was too cocky, but the two skirt-chasers left anyway. And really, he wasn't a little kid anymore. He could take care of himself.
The club was thumping, the air alive with music, energy, alcohol, and sex. It was perfect, almost exactly the same as when they had arrived an hour earlier. What had changed? He looked around the floor, trying to spot Yunho or Jaejoong, but without success. Where were they? Deeper in the club somewhere, he supposed, but Changmin was reluctant to move too far from the front door, lest they pass him on their way out without his noticing.
“Well hello there, hot stuff.”
Japanese. Right, they were in Japan, they spoke Japanese here and wait, was someone calling him hot stuff? A guy, no less, with a deliciously deep voice and ... no way, this guy couldn't have been talking about him. Just a quick glance would have been enough to tell him this guy definitely had it going on and he knew it, too. Or maybe it was that air of self-confidence that made him so attractive. And what was it about facial piercings that the Japanese adored so much? Though at least this one had only a single off-set labret with an almost demure silver stud. Nothing like some of the other faces he'd seen walking Tokyo's streets.
“What's the matter, cat got your tongue?”
“Eh??” Oh, right, this guy had said something and Changmin had just been staring at him like an idiot. Brilliant, just brilliant. “Um ... hi.”
“Got a name, cutie?”
“M-me? Ah, um, Changmin.”
“Changmin ... Changmin....” He wasn't sure if the other was testing the fit of his name or what, but he shivered every time the other said it. “Bah, too long. Got something shorter I can use? Or should I just stick with 'cutie'?”
“Oh, well, um, my stage name was Max, if that's better? Or, um, sometimes they call me Min.”
“Min-kun ... that might work. I'm ... Yuuji.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Yuuji-san,” he said, offering the other a slight bow. He wondered at the pause before the blond had offered his name. Was it a cover? A fake?
“You have no idea,” the other murmured. There was a definite predatoriness about him that gave height to someone whom Changmin was startled to realize was actually shorter than him. But before he could pursue it, his companion was distracted by his keitai. Which did at least provide him with another opportunity for observation. Black tank with silver printing prompted Changmin to wonder if the other man even knew what it said. The light shirt over the top, thin and such pale white as to be almost translucent, did little to cover or conceal muscular arms beneath. So someone who worked out without getting carried away with it. And then there were the black leather pants, hugging every inch of narrow hips, muscular thighs. Club lights danced and shifted, and for a moment the man before him looked much older, an experienced hunter. Dangerous. Maybe it would be better if he slipped away, resumed his search for Jaejoong and Yunho before this person could distract him any more.
“Min-kun, it seems your friends are looking for you. Join me for a drink?” Yuuji asked, abruptly breaking into Changmin's thoughts with a charming smile. Must have been a trick of the lights, thinking this person was dangerous.
“Eh? But if they're ... how do you know?”
“My friend is with them at the bar,” the older man explained, holding up his keitai. Changmin felt his cheeks heat. Stupid question. Well, not entirely stupid, but the way Yuuji had responded so quickly and with such an obvious answer....
“You're cute when you're confused,” the older man said, catching his wrist and all but dragging him deeper into the club. Changmin was feeling stupider by the second. If Yunho saw him like this... He tried to tug his wrist free, but Yuuji was having none of it. This was no time to be making a scene, but oh hell, there were Yunho and Jaejoong at the bar and Yunho looked decidedly unhappy. His ass was toast for sure. So not fair.
“Ahh, seems I've found something you two lost.”
Changmin wanted to kick Yuuji for that, wincing as Yunho's expression clouded even more.
“You were supposed to leave with Junsu and Yoochun,” his leader grumbled.
“You and umma stayed,” Changmin shot back, finally managing to tug his wrist free of Yuuji's grasp. Probably not the wisest response, but dammit, he wasn't a little kid anymore!
“If umma and I jumped off a bridge, would you do that, too?”
Changmin had to mentally stop for a moment, then rolled his eyes, a vague feeling of vindication rising when he noticed Jaejoong doing the same. Better still, the two Japanese looked confused, meaning they had both lapsed into Korean without even noticing it. At least Yunho had that much consideration for his feelings.
“Look, let's just go back to the hotel, okay? I'm done here anyway,” Jaejoong suggested.
“What? No way!” Changmin protested. It was way too early for that sort of talk. “You two go if you want, I'm staying.”
“Like hell you are,” Yunho muttered, grabbing onto Changmin's arm. “We're leaving. Now.”
“Yunho!” In his heart, he knew resistance was futile, and yet he tried anyway. A matter of pride, he supposed. But Yunho had a black belt in hapkido; Changmin was going where Yunho told him to go.
“I don't think your friend wants to go with you.”
“Yu-yuuji-san....”
“Stay out of this, it doesn't concern you,” Yuhno snapped, twisting Changmin's arm and pushing him towards the door. The unexpectedness more than the pain made him cry out and Yunho released him ... after a fashion. Even though the older man wasn't holding on to him, there was still a sense of pressure, an invisible hand against his back that demanded he keep moving towards the exit.
Only he couldn't. Yuuji was blocking their way, a determined sort of frown turning handsome features almost frightening.
“He doesn't want to leave with you.”
“He doesn't know what he wants. Or what's best for him.”
Changmin felt trapped, caught between an immoveable object and an unstoppable force. He tried sending a silent appeal in Jaejoong's direction, but the elder's expression looked slightly dazed and Yuuji's friend was whispering something in his ear. The hell?
“Please don't make a scene. If you wish to leave, no one will stop you, but your friend here would like to stay.”
Yuuji might have said more, but Changmin was already tuning out, tugging at Yunho's sleeve. Which might have been of questionable judgement as Yunho's anger grew to dangerous levels. The pressure at his back didn't disappear, but it did seem less, some of his leader's intensity shifted to a new target.
“Kim Jaejoong!”
The dazed look vanished in an instant, Yunho's anger following shortly thereafter with the touch of Jaejoong's hand on his chest. The usual magic between them kicked into gear, locking them into their own world. Jaejoong pulled Yunho aside and Changmin wrestled down a pout. Pouting wouldn't help anything, but it wasn't fair that, once again, things were being decided without him.
// TBC....
Author's Note: Ni~ya's given name is cited as Baba Yuuji.
chapter: 1/5
author: Cross (xmachina_writes)
rating: NC-17 overall
genre: PWP
pairings: Ni~yaxAoi, JaeHo, Ni~ya/Yunho, Ni~yaxJaejoong, AoixJaejoong, Jaejoong/Changmin, Ni~yaxAoixJaejoongxYunho, AoixChangmin, Ni~yaxChangminxAoi
warnings: RPS, BDSM, dubious consent
disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, names of real people are being used without permission in a fictious setting.
summary: Sometimes guys just want to play.
notes: This is kind of strange, gets kinda brutal/dark in places, and is more or less entirely Yujji's fault. She gave my dark!bunnies food and encouragement and then proceeded to loan me her Changmin to make it all come together. ^^ I linked to images of Ni~ya and Aoi, though it doesn't really matter if you don't know who they are because our boys don't know either. ^^
Oh! Language usage. Most of the dialouge in the fic should be assumed to be Japanese unless it says otherwise. Hence the use of Japanese honorifics throughout. As with Yujji, the use of 'ie' is not intended as an honorific - she's only just now getting me into Korean stuff whereas I've been into jpop for about a decade now, so.... ^^;;
I think that covers everything, so....
~*~*~
It was the brush of fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck that caught his attention. A subdued, practically inaudible hum of pleasure as he turned towards the source of that touch. Ni~ya. The brazen and outspoken bassist of Nightmare ... and his very loving, very dedicated boyfriend of six months. They fit so well together and yet they were two fires, two passionate people who could and did drive each other to distraction on a semi-regular basis. But that, Aoi had decided, was part of his attraction to the younger man. Ni~ya's passion for life that reflected itself in nearly everything he did, that was something his bandmates and friends couldn't seem to understand. More than a couple of them had tried to tell him he shouldn't be involved with someone who treated him so abusively - which was the one thing Ni~ya never was. Hell, the meddling of his friends had almost cost him his relationship, their accusations having nearly driven a permanent wedge between them. If not for Ruka....
“Hey baby, been waiting long?”
“Oh, just long enough to get a decent look around,” he said, leaning into Ni~ya's touch. “You picked a good place, it's going to be hard to choose. So many beautiful bodies....”
“Are you sure this is what you want, kitten?” the bassist murmured against Aoi's ear.
“I know, Ni, I know. It'll be fun, though, ne? If I can ever decide on just one. And get lucky enough to have him agree to play with us.”
“Any early favourites?” Ni~ya asked, sitting down next to him at the bar, back against the counter.
“There was one earlier, but he's here with a girl, so doubtful that'll pan out. But there's a table full of sexy gentlemen over there, far end of the dance floor, near side. See it? All of them look like they could be fun, don't you think?”
Aoi watched as his boyfriend made a less than completely subtle study of the table he'd indicated. Five young men, younger than either of them by at least five years in Aoi's estimation. Princess and a court of four, although one was receiving more attention than the others. An already established couple, perhaps? That could be even more fun for play than just the one, if they were willing. If Ni~ya was willing. But he wasn't going to get his hopes up over it.
“You can't have them all, kitten,” Ni~ya teased, leaning close to nip at his ear. Aoi shivered, reflexively twitching away from the pleasurable sting. His boyfriend was being incredibly forward for a public place....
“No?”
“No, you greedy sensualist. One, two, maybe even three if they're cooperative enough, but I doubt even my teacher could take all five of them at once.”
“Oh fine, fine, I suppose I don't have to have them all,” Aoi mock grumbled, shifting around to grin up at the bassist. “Besides, that one on the end isn't really all that hot anyway.”
Ni~ya laughed, turning back to the bar to order a drink for himself. Aoi let his eyes wander around the room, drifting towards the dance floor once more and taking note of other attractive persons (mostly male) as he did so. There were certainly other options, doubtless easier prey. He'd already noticed a couple guys - and more than a few girls - watching him, wanting him. He'd also noticed more than a couple disgusted looks for how close he was to Ni~ya since the bassist's arrival.
“We're being ... observed,” Ni~ya noted casually a few moments later.
“Of course,” Aoi replied, beckoning over a bartender. “You're radiating sex and I'm fucking hot.”
“No, Aoi,” and Ni~ya laughed again. “Your Koreans are watching us.”
“My Koreans? I thought I wasn't allowed so many,” he shot back, laughing as well. If they were being watched, then it either meant they were about to be told off or ... well, no, he doubted they could be so lucky as to have it mean anything else.
“You aren't. And you knew what I meant.”
“Yeah, but you know me....”
Ni~ya grunted, his smile faltering and then disappearing entirely. Dammit. Had someone said something to his boyfriend again? Christ on a cracker, why couldn't people just leave them alone? So what if their relationship was unconventional? They weren't hurting anyone, they weren't impacting Gazette in the negative by any stretch, it was none of their business! Nor was it fair that a single misplaced comment could ruin an entire month of planning.
“Ni ... we don't have to do this tonight. Or at all. If you'd rather just go home....”
“Are you having second thoughts, pet?”
“What? No! No, I just ... I didn't want you to think you had to do this or anything.”
“Such things you say,” Ni~ya replied, his earlier smirk returning as he leaned close again. “Do remember which of us is the collared one, love.”
His lover stole the briefest kiss before downing the rest of his drink. Standing, Ni~ya lingered at Aoi's side, bending down to whisper against his ear: “Stay here. I'll go see if any of them would even consider playing our way.”
Aoi shivered with a tiny nod; he would do as he was told. For now.
~*~*~
“So?”
“So I think you should take Min and get out of here.”
“Eh? But we just got here!”
“We've been here for over an hour. Time to find a different club. This one's gone sour.”
Yunho's eyes narrowed, but his confusion only lasted for a brief moment. Jae could see understanding flickering in those eyes even in the club's dim lighting, Changmin's continuing protests falling on deaf ears.
“Jae's right. This place is stale. We'll find someplace better.”
~*~*~
Ni~ya watched his targets shifting, shuffling, getting ready to leave, despite the protests of one of the five. The two ... joined men had caught him and Aoi watching them and had apparently further decided they wanted none of it. Or else they were trying to protect the other three. There was something about the pretty princess that radiated sexual prowess, much the same way the youngest evinced a sort of innocent purity. Not that it mattered anymore as Ni~ya watched Aoi's option of choosing any of them slip through the crowds and head for the door. Ah well, there was still the whole rest of the club.
Except the princess wasn't leaving. He'd started out following the other four but halfway to the door he'd briefly caught his partner's hand before disengaging, heading for the bar. Heading for Aoi. That was certainly unexpected, but Ni~ya could work with this, too.
/Aoi-kun, Pretty's headed your way. Want me to follow the others?/
/No, but hang back? You're too intense sometimes. Let me handle this one on my own. For now./
Ni~ya smirked as he read Aoi's message. He couldn't argue with the truth. His intensity had worked to his favor with Aoi, but it wasn't for everyone. He'd let the older man try things his way, at least for now, as Aoi had asked. After all, Ni~ya would be the one calling all the shots once they got their prey back to his apartment. Perhaps it would be best if he started planning that? Even from a distance he could practically taste the pretty one's latent submissiveness. The right bait and that one would be up for pretty much anything. Which suited Ni~ya quite well. He'd make a pretty piece of art of that one....
~*~*~
“You know, it's rude to stare....”
Aoi couldn't help but smirk as the pretty boy stopped in front of him, chin jutting out with cold pride. Kids today.... Thought the world owed them something and with no respect for their elders. Particular the ones like this one, with a face like a fashion model and a body to match. Probably got everything he wanted just by using that body of his to his best advantage. Little wonder he was such a spoiled princess.
“I wasn't starting at you, princess,” Aoi drawled.
“I saw you!” he protested, something like frustration sparking in dark eyes.
“So cocky. So overconfident. Why should I have been paying any special attention to you, princess?”
“Don't call me that.”
Had he struck a nerve? Ah, perhaps that could be useful. Somehow. Later, perhaps. But for the moment he saw no purpose in relaxing his arrogant posture. For one thing, it seemed to be working.
“So what should I call you, princess?”
“There you are. Come on, Jae, time to go,” a new voice announced, one of the others from that table. The pretty boy's companion, the preferred partner of the indignant rich brat before him, from what his eyes were telling him. The loosely possessive arm that declared the princess, Jae, to be the sole property of this other man. But if they were so firmly together, why had Jae approached him at all? It would have been easier to just leave with the rest of the group, or so Aoi would have thought.
“Jae, is it? Well, nice meeting you, Jae-hime, and thank you for the diversion. I'm sure it made my partner's job much easier.”
Pure fiction, but at the same time, Aoi wouldn't have put it past Ni~ya to try something while the two protective ones were distracted with him. With the way these two had been acting, they were not only together but out of bounds as well. And that meant someone else would have to be found for their amusement. Besides, the expression on their faces....
“Changmin.”
“He's just fine,” Aoi purred, smirking. And then he was being shoved hard against the bar, the unnamed newcomer growling in his face.
“Where is he? If you've hurt him....”
“Paws off and I'll find out,” Aoi growled back, not about to be intimidated by some kid with a pop idol's face. The kid scowled at him but let go, even stepped back a pace. Aoi fished out his phone, sending another text to Ni~ya. Now to hope his flip mouth hadn't gotten him into trouble his lover couldn't fix.
~*~*~
Changmin didn't appreciate being shuffled out of a perfectly good club just because Jaejoong was supposedly sick of it. Especially when Jae didn't leave the club with them. It was ridiculous and insulting to his intelligence besides. Stale atmosphere? Like he was really going to believe something like that, no matter what sort of act Jaejoong and Yunho cooked up.
“Dammit. All right, you guys go on ahead, text me when you find someplace good, and we'll catch up.”
That sort of talk didn't make him like things any better. If this place was so bad, why were Jaejoong and Yunho staying? They were obviously trying to protect him again, treating him like a little kid. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.
“You heard the bossman. Come on, Min, there's another club down the street that looks good.”
“You guys go ahead, I'm gonna hang here and wait for Jaejoong and Yunho.”
Junsu and Yoochun exchanged uncertain looks, but Yunho hadn't specifically told them to take Changmin away. And without that they couldn't make him do anything.
“All right, but be careful, okay?”
“Of course, always.”
Junsu rolled his eyes, a sure sign that the other thought his grin was too cocky, but the two skirt-chasers left anyway. And really, he wasn't a little kid anymore. He could take care of himself.
The club was thumping, the air alive with music, energy, alcohol, and sex. It was perfect, almost exactly the same as when they had arrived an hour earlier. What had changed? He looked around the floor, trying to spot Yunho or Jaejoong, but without success. Where were they? Deeper in the club somewhere, he supposed, but Changmin was reluctant to move too far from the front door, lest they pass him on their way out without his noticing.
“Well hello there, hot stuff.”
Japanese. Right, they were in Japan, they spoke Japanese here and wait, was someone calling him hot stuff? A guy, no less, with a deliciously deep voice and ... no way, this guy couldn't have been talking about him. Just a quick glance would have been enough to tell him this guy definitely had it going on and he knew it, too. Or maybe it was that air of self-confidence that made him so attractive. And what was it about facial piercings that the Japanese adored so much? Though at least this one had only a single off-set labret with an almost demure silver stud. Nothing like some of the other faces he'd seen walking Tokyo's streets.
“What's the matter, cat got your tongue?”
“Eh??” Oh, right, this guy had said something and Changmin had just been staring at him like an idiot. Brilliant, just brilliant. “Um ... hi.”
“Got a name, cutie?”
“M-me? Ah, um, Changmin.”
“Changmin ... Changmin....” He wasn't sure if the other was testing the fit of his name or what, but he shivered every time the other said it. “Bah, too long. Got something shorter I can use? Or should I just stick with 'cutie'?”
“Oh, well, um, my stage name was Max, if that's better? Or, um, sometimes they call me Min.”
“Min-kun ... that might work. I'm ... Yuuji.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Yuuji-san,” he said, offering the other a slight bow. He wondered at the pause before the blond had offered his name. Was it a cover? A fake?
“You have no idea,” the other murmured. There was a definite predatoriness about him that gave height to someone whom Changmin was startled to realize was actually shorter than him. But before he could pursue it, his companion was distracted by his keitai. Which did at least provide him with another opportunity for observation. Black tank with silver printing prompted Changmin to wonder if the other man even knew what it said. The light shirt over the top, thin and such pale white as to be almost translucent, did little to cover or conceal muscular arms beneath. So someone who worked out without getting carried away with it. And then there were the black leather pants, hugging every inch of narrow hips, muscular thighs. Club lights danced and shifted, and for a moment the man before him looked much older, an experienced hunter. Dangerous. Maybe it would be better if he slipped away, resumed his search for Jaejoong and Yunho before this person could distract him any more.
“Min-kun, it seems your friends are looking for you. Join me for a drink?” Yuuji asked, abruptly breaking into Changmin's thoughts with a charming smile. Must have been a trick of the lights, thinking this person was dangerous.
“Eh? But if they're ... how do you know?”
“My friend is with them at the bar,” the older man explained, holding up his keitai. Changmin felt his cheeks heat. Stupid question. Well, not entirely stupid, but the way Yuuji had responded so quickly and with such an obvious answer....
“You're cute when you're confused,” the older man said, catching his wrist and all but dragging him deeper into the club. Changmin was feeling stupider by the second. If Yunho saw him like this... He tried to tug his wrist free, but Yuuji was having none of it. This was no time to be making a scene, but oh hell, there were Yunho and Jaejoong at the bar and Yunho looked decidedly unhappy. His ass was toast for sure. So not fair.
“Ahh, seems I've found something you two lost.”
Changmin wanted to kick Yuuji for that, wincing as Yunho's expression clouded even more.
“You were supposed to leave with Junsu and Yoochun,” his leader grumbled.
“You and umma stayed,” Changmin shot back, finally managing to tug his wrist free of Yuuji's grasp. Probably not the wisest response, but dammit, he wasn't a little kid anymore!
“If umma and I jumped off a bridge, would you do that, too?”
Changmin had to mentally stop for a moment, then rolled his eyes, a vague feeling of vindication rising when he noticed Jaejoong doing the same. Better still, the two Japanese looked confused, meaning they had both lapsed into Korean without even noticing it. At least Yunho had that much consideration for his feelings.
“Look, let's just go back to the hotel, okay? I'm done here anyway,” Jaejoong suggested.
“What? No way!” Changmin protested. It was way too early for that sort of talk. “You two go if you want, I'm staying.”
“Like hell you are,” Yunho muttered, grabbing onto Changmin's arm. “We're leaving. Now.”
“Yunho!” In his heart, he knew resistance was futile, and yet he tried anyway. A matter of pride, he supposed. But Yunho had a black belt in hapkido; Changmin was going where Yunho told him to go.
“I don't think your friend wants to go with you.”
“Yu-yuuji-san....”
“Stay out of this, it doesn't concern you,” Yuhno snapped, twisting Changmin's arm and pushing him towards the door. The unexpectedness more than the pain made him cry out and Yunho released him ... after a fashion. Even though the older man wasn't holding on to him, there was still a sense of pressure, an invisible hand against his back that demanded he keep moving towards the exit.
Only he couldn't. Yuuji was blocking their way, a determined sort of frown turning handsome features almost frightening.
“He doesn't want to leave with you.”
“He doesn't know what he wants. Or what's best for him.”
Changmin felt trapped, caught between an immoveable object and an unstoppable force. He tried sending a silent appeal in Jaejoong's direction, but the elder's expression looked slightly dazed and Yuuji's friend was whispering something in his ear. The hell?
“Please don't make a scene. If you wish to leave, no one will stop you, but your friend here would like to stay.”
Yuuji might have said more, but Changmin was already tuning out, tugging at Yunho's sleeve. Which might have been of questionable judgement as Yunho's anger grew to dangerous levels. The pressure at his back didn't disappear, but it did seem less, some of his leader's intensity shifted to a new target.
“Kim Jaejoong!”
The dazed look vanished in an instant, Yunho's anger following shortly thereafter with the touch of Jaejoong's hand on his chest. The usual magic between them kicked into gear, locking them into their own world. Jaejoong pulled Yunho aside and Changmin wrestled down a pout. Pouting wouldn't help anything, but it wasn't fair that, once again, things were being decided without him.
// TBC....
Author's Note: Ni~ya's given name is cited as Baba Yuuji.