Unwilling Destiny - Chapter 1 Part 1
Title: Unwilling Destiny Chapter 1 Part 1
Pairing: None, yet. Kyuhyun and Heechul eventually
Length: 4173
Genre: AU/Romance.
Rating: R to be safe
Summary: Cho KyuHyun meets a flawless man he wants to spend the night with, without knowing his true identity. You may want to read the prologue to help this make sense.
A/N: This got so long that I decided to split it. Second part will be up tomorrow.
This fic, as it says above is an AU. It takes place in the future. At this point in the fic, HeeChul recognizes KyuHyun but Kyu has no idea who HeeChul really is. Procreation is a problem in the future due to the fact that the population is now primarily male only with few female babies being born. So now men make babies with other men,using genetic mapping and scientific hoodoo leading to reproductive laws etc. No this is not an mpreg fic. The laws in question will come up in greater detail later. Also, genetic mapping and enhancement is commonplace in this world, if you have the money for it.
Arriving at the club, KyuHyun sends the driver off to do whatever drivers do while waiting, instructing that he'll call for him when he needs him. He leaves the feathery cape in the car and endures the rush of goosebumps for the short walk into the foyer of the club. It's an exclusive sort of establishment, only those with at least a +20 genetic map and a very high income are allowed in the doors. He smiles at the youngish man greeting entrants and checking their chips before allowing them to pass beyond the sapphire blue velvet curtains that swathe the inner doorway.
"Evening, Sir," the host says softly, his voice melodic and his eyes large and liquid. He's pretty but then, he's paid to be. KyuHyun extends the wrist not covered by the synth band and allows the host to run his scanner over it. There's a beep and the host's eyes go even larger. "Oh, my, welcome back, Mr. Cho, please have a good evening," the host says and KyuHyun merely nods and waves his wrist at the discreet little box on the host's podium. A little bell chime indicates the host has just received a tip.
Without waiting, he continues past the curtains and down the sloping carpeted walkway inside it towards the dance floor. There are alcoves all along the walkway where, even though there's only the muted thump of bass beats, KyuHyun knows there are couples enjoying a heated moment together. He hopes, rather fervently, to be enjoying a heated moment later on this evening.
Coming out on the catwalk that circles several meters above the dance floor, KyuHyun stops a waiter and orders a drink, again just waving his wrist to pay for it. Sipping the cool and very alcoholic beverage slowly, he begins his first slow walk around the dance floor. Despite the frustration beating at his veins almost in tempo with the music, he's very careful, and very choosy. His bed partners are never ordinary. Finding the one he wants tonight may take some time.
An hour later and on his third spiral around the floor, KyuHyun spots him. Immediately his heart starts beating faster and his mouth goes a little dry as he begins making his way down the closest set of stairs and rarely taking his eyes off the man. He really is spectacular. Fucking gorgeous, KyuHyun corrects himself, accepting another drink from another waiter as he begins threading through the crowd of writhing bodies towards the one he wants. Helpfully, the man in question is perched atop one of several glowing crystal flattened spheres mounted on narrow stairs dotting the dance floor. The glow of the sphere successfully places KyuHyun's target in a spotlight, ringed three deep in other hopefuls.
KyuHyun can't blame that crowd for wanting the man, but he's very determined that the one who will end up in the man's arms is himself. He pushes past others, eyes on that slender figure dancing sensuously atop the now nearby sphere. His hair is quite long, longer than KyuHyun's own and silky looking, brushing softly against the man's bare shoulders as he moves. He's quite delicately formed and a bit androgynous, there's a fragility there, but also a tensile strength that beckons like a siren's song. As KyuHyun draws closer, he sees that the man is wearing what looks like nothing more than drapes of silk that flutter and billow about him as he moves. There's a silvery fan in one of the man's hands that he uses with exquisite grace. KyuHyun begins climbing the narrow stairs and sends a daring glance towards the other man.
At that moment, he's pinned by a pair of dark almond eyes heavy with lashes and kohl. Thin but soft looking lips form an expression that mingles a touch of pout with a touch of smirk and KyuHyun is enchanted even more. He steps onto the sphere with the stranger and slides an arm around him, drawing him back to lean into him as they begin to move together. He's not surprised when there's a distinct hesitation and the fan folds to jab lightly into KyuHyun's side as if to warn him to keep his distance. He smiles and only waits for the stranger to relax in his loose hold. He has time.
...
HeeChul recognizes the ever so esteemed Cho KyuHyun the moment he steps past the circle of more timid admirers around him. He'd be hard to miss, his face and form are as close to perfect as humanity can create, taller than many of the others in the club and almost eye to eye, Heechul thinks, with himself. KyuHyun certainly dresses down enticingly, he thinks to himself, stealing quick glances at KyuHyun's arms and chest while he continues dancing fluidly to the beat thrumming through the gigantic room. HeeChul has enough ego to be pleased when the beautiful man makes it clear that he has Heechul in his sights and therefore doesn't protest as KyuHyun mounts the steps and emerges onto the miniature dancing floor with him.
He purrs under his breath as a warm and strong arm slides around his own slender waist but that doesn't mean he's going to make this too easy for KyuHyun, perfect man or not. He pushes gently but firmly with the end of his closed fan to create a little space between them and then relaxes, allowing himself to sway against KyuHyun's body. It's a delectable sensation, the rhythm is in their bones by this time and HeeChul turns in the curve of KyuHyun's arms to toss back his hair and smile up at him with a mocking yet sweet smile. "Hello there," he murmurs in the other man's ears, using the specialized harmonics in his genetic coding to avoid shouting.
"Hello yourself, beautiful," KyuHyun answers and Heechul shivers when he realizes that KyuHyun possesses those very same harmonics. It's a rare gift and he's never met anyone else who had or could use them. It's a definite turn on, especially when used in combination with KyuHyun's surprisingly deep voice. HeeChul relents a bit and drapes the hand holding the fan around KyuHyun's neck, letting himself sway closer.
"Mmm, I bet you say that to all the boys," he chides then purrs in KyuHyun's ear, delighted when the other man shivers in response. It's only fair. Shiver for shiver.
KyuHyun chuckles and HeeChul thinks he could easily become addicted to the sound. "Perhaps I do. Was that too cheesy for you? I apologize lovely one. I'm Kyu. And what name shall i call for one so delightful, hmm?"
HeeChul takes note that KyuHyun is using a shortened form of his name, perhaps to partially conceal his identity. That surely would be impossible. HeeChul smiles, lifting up on slippered toes to slide with voluptuous pleasure against the leather and silk clad form of his new dancing partner. "Oh, darling...I'm tempted to say you can call me anything you like as long as you keep talking to me," he answers, barely suppressing a moan at the sensations provoked by the other man's body against his. "But you can call me Heenim, for now." He can't resist and doesn't allow Kyu to answer, instead pressing his lips very gently to the other man's mouth.
...
KyuHyun is certain he's never met anyone like this wickedly fey creature in his arms. There is strength in the other man's body but he still feels frail against KyuHyun. It's clear that the other man will stay firmly in control, no matter how sweetly he smiles. KyuHyun feels the ripples of his dancing partner's very rare vocal gifts slithering down his spine to pool as heat low in his belly. It's a delectable feeling and it draws him in like a moth to the a flame. Their flirtatious banter pleases him and it brings out his best attempts at courting behavior, and it yields rewards. KyuHyun accepts the gift of the other's name but has no time to speak before warm lips are brushed temptingly against his own. He pulls Heenim closer against him, one hand sliding down to press at the curving shape of Heenim's ass covered in draping silk, while the other slides over the other man's back.
KyuHyun doesn't press the kiss, Heenim is the one who chose to start it so it's up to him to make the next move. Instead KyuHyun simply brushes lips with Heenim, back and forth in a soft and quite chaste and yet very erotic motion. The two of them are still swaying together, and KyuHyun hisses sharply as a long bare leg is suddenly hitched against his hip, forcing a closer brush of bodies. His hand immediately slides down to draw fingertips from Heenim's calf to his thigh, then braces that leg against himself.
"You are contradictory, Heenim," he comments, letting his head dip so that his lips brush the other man's throat softly. KyuHyun breathes in the scent that hangs like a fragile cloud around Heenim, but he is unable to place the exotic fragrance.
Heenim laughs, and runs his fingers through KyuHyun's hair, his manicured nails brushing lightly against sensitive scalp to produce a new set of shivers. "It keeps you guessing, doesn't it?" he asks, wrapping both arms around KyuHyun's body and letting the other man take part of his weight. "I wouldn't want to bore you so early in the evening," he says, tilting his head back.
KyuHyun braces himself a bit to take the slender one's weight, widening his stance as a result and tightening his grip around Heenim's knee. "I'm guessing," he agrees, lifting his head to gaze into Heenim's sparkling dark eyes. "And I highly doubt you could bore me, at any time," KyuHyun adds. "You're giving me hot flashes though," he says, and presses harder against Heenim's body meaningfully.
"I like you hot," Heenim answers immediately. He lets his upper body drop in a graceful curve away from KyuHyun, forcing him to use his arm around Heenim's back to keep him from falling. Even though the movement takes him by surprise, KyuHyun appreciates the sight presented by the movement. Silks and satiny waves fall backwards away from Heenim's body, revealing his toned torso and the artistic tattoo worked around Heenim's navel.
KyuHyun pulls Heenim upright again and drops his mouth to the other's shoulder, teeth pressing firmly into the porcelain skin in a sudden burst of desire, desire to claim, desire to mark, desire to possess in every sense of the word. "Stop me if you don't want a bruise," he warns, licking the spot reddened but not yet bruised by his mouth.
...
HeeChul feels heat ripple over him from the burn of KyuHyun's teeth, the slither of his tongue over HeeChul's very sensitive skin. He purrs low in his throat and drops his leg but only so he can slide his hands down, scraping smooth skin with his nails on the way to KyuHyun's hips where he drags them into a sultry grind against his own. "Bruise me, Kyu," he urges, tilting his head to the side as if to give the other man room to do so. When those perfect white teeth sink harder into his skin, the pain is so sensual it makes his cock throb hard against the tiny underpants he's wearing. HeeChul retaliates with a harder drag of his nails, finding KyuHyun's back and scraping firmly to leave thin pink lines behind. It doesn't surprise him that they both seem to have a primal urge to leave a mark behind, despite the refinement of their clothing, their environment, even their very bodies, there's still something savage about this desire that rises higher and higher with each moment.
HeeChul isn't ashamed to moan, clutching the soft silk of KyuHyun's shredded shirt in his fists, in no way trying to hide how much he wants the beautiful man in his arms. KyuHyun doesn't seem to be hiding either as he slowly laves the vivid pinkish red outline of teeth showing clearly on HeeChul's shoulder with his velvety tongue then kisses the spot tenderly for good measure. HeeChul thinks a bit dizzily that he could probably fall in love with this man far too easily. And that would be very dangerous, considering everything.
"Heenim," KyuHyun's deep voice growls in HeeChul's ear and he sighs at the pleasure just his voice creates within him. "I think we need somewhere more private, don't you, sweet?" His hand is smoothing over HeeChul's lower back as he speaks and his elegant palm gives a little squeeze and rub to the rounded flesh of HeeChul's ass in such an alluring and yet sweet way that HeeChul forgets for a moment what he was going to say.
"I...I...yes, I think that might be...desirable," HeeChul answers after a moment and turns his head to lick across the shape of KyuHyun's mouth and flick briefly inside. "Lead me on, if you would?" he says softly.
...
KyuHyun feels everything inside him tense and burn at the grinding pressure of Heenim's seductive form against his own and he willingly returns it with a liquid sway of his hips. But it's the urgent words and the arch of Heenim's neck that makes his cock twitch with desire. He doesn't resist that invitation, taking great care to set his teeth just so and press into the silky skin beneath his mouth. He feels the other man sway against him and the absolutely perfect press of manicured crescents in his back and wonders how he's ever going to manage to make love with Heenim and not lose control in the process. That's not going to keep him from trying.
Lifting his head, KyuHyun admires the dark pink mark of his teeth on Heenim's shoulder then licks it slowly, feeling the shape of it under his tongue. He loves the moan that erupts from Heenim's arched throat, the way slender fists clutch at his shirt and wonders vaguely why he's never met this flawless man before now. He might not mind marriage so much if it was to a being like this one...and that thought makes him start, reining himself in to speak.
"Heenim," he says in a low voice, noticing how he's instinctively growling the words to produce the best physical effects of genetic harmonics. He loves the sweet sigh that Heenim gives him in response as KyuHyun suggests somewhere more private. KyuHyun can't help touching Heenim everywhere he can reach, sliding his hands over the silk covered angles and curves and gently squeezing and caressing. The assent followed by the lush sweep of velvet muscle across his lips and into his mouth is enough to make him step back a little, sliding his hand down to take one of Heenim's. He brings the smooth sensitive palm to his lips and licks the center in a spiraling whorl then places a kiss over it.
"Come with me," KyuHyun says, drawing the other man after him, down the steps and towards the nearest exit to where the highest priced alcoves are located. Even if it wasn't second nature for KyuHyun to go for the best in every situation, he knows he'd be doing whatever he could to offer the most perfect of experiences to Heenim. The slim man just brings that instinct out in him. He sighs with pleasure as Heenim's hand tightens on his own and he moves to step under KyuHyun's arm, bringing it around his waist to keep them side by side.
"Don't go too far away from me, Kyu," Heenim says, snapping open his silver fan and plying it in flirtatious motion as they walk. KyuHyun squeezes the other man closer into him obediently as they walk, stepping out into the luxuriously carpeted and appointed hallway.
KyuHyun pauses then, pulling his companion in against the wall and cupping his face in his hands. "I want to make love with you," he says quietly but very firmly and looks into those liquid almond shaped eyes staring into his. He feels he might happily drown in the other's chocolate gaze.
...
This man is not at all what HeeChul expected and the differences are beautiful and startling. There's a sweetness, a tenderness about KyuHyun that he never would have imagined. He'd thought the other man would be selfish and pushy but this man is...something else. The touch of KyuHyun's tongue and lips is still burning on HeeChul's palm, still making nerves quiver within him as they walk together through the crowd and HeeChul is content to lose himself for the moment merely in KyuHyun's presence beside him.
HeeChul's lips curve slightly, noting the direction his escort is heading them. That much, at least is predictable. Cho KyuHyun never went economy class in his life, but it's pleasing to see that KyuHyun is not about to start with himself. Automatically HeeChul tightens his grip on KyuHyun's hand when he takes note of the predatory and hungry gazes of other men they pass, then slides himself in close to KyuHyun's side and draws that strong arm about himself. This gives him the chance to snap open his fan and send a few flickering messages with its silvery surface, beginning with *Step Off, Bitches* and ending with *Don't You Wish*.
Something about KyuHyun brings out the jealous streak in HeeChul, even though they've just met. His heart and his mind have already chosen, perhaps at the moment they first looked into each others eyes. This man is going to be mine, he thinks with something like joy and he smiles sweetly into Kyu's eyes when he is pushed gently into the wallpapered corridor.
"And?" HeeChul prompts, sensing that something more is on KyuHyun's mind. He reaches up to tuck disturbed and slightly sweat damp curls back behind KyuHyun's ear, then toys lightly with the dangling chains of his ear cuff. "You're so beautiful," he adds almost absently.
...
"And, I'd never try to force you to go anywhere you don't want to go," KyuHyun says earnestly. He doesn't think he could bear the idea of even accidentally doing true harm to the exquisite man who has chosen to be with him tonight. A few love bites, a few sex bruises yes, harm? Never. "So I want to know...do you want me? Before I drag you into a room here," he adds and winks at Heenim.
"You can't tell?" Heenim asks, and closes his fan, gently running the cool metal against the side of KyuHyun's jaw. "I respect you greatly for being so...polite," he says with a mischievous twinkle in the molten chocolate eyes. "But it's not necessary. I want to be with you. I want you." To prove it he pulls KyuHyun close by the hips, until their bodies impact, braced by the wall of the hallway. "Are you really going to leave me like this, Kyu?" HeeChul breathes, letting his pelvis arch upwords into the shape of KyuHyun's groin in a way that is nearly perfection.
"Ohhh, Heenim," KyuHyun moans softly and pushes still harder against Heenim's body, absolutely thrilled at the way the other man moves with his own motions. He braces his hands on the wall on either side of Heenim's head and licks the side of his neck, tracing the fragile cord down to the shoulder and the slowly purpling bite mark there. "I'd never leave you like that, beautiful one," he answers when he can speak and smiles warmly at Heenim.
"No, darling, you're the lovely one," KyuHyun corrects, jerking himself away from Heenim's soft lips and fragrant hair and luscious body to take his hand again. "Let's find a vacancy then, so we can be private together," he says and heads towards the terminal gleaming blue in the dim light of the corridor. He's pleased to see there are plenty of vacancies available and taps the screen a few times, glancing sidelong at Heenim as he does so, then waves his wrist briefly in front of the terminal which obediently spits out a thin plastic card. A line of blue diamonds is glowing on the floor, pointing them towards the alcove he just paid for.
...
HeeChul wants to laugh at KyuHyun's excellent manners and consideration, not because in themselves they are amusing, quite the opposite in fact. It's the unexpected attentiveness of the other man that fills him with bubbling warmth. He wonders, and pushes away doing so, if KyuHyun is always so gentlemanly or if it is himself that brings out the urge within the other man. He watches KyuHyun's eyes spark as the cool fan brushes his warm skin and has to feel KyuHyun closer.
They are both hard, panting a little, excited as they brush together, and HeeChul thinks he would like to simply plaster himself to KyuHyun and never leave. Winsome words brush over his own heated skin, followed by KyuHyun's soft, hot, tongue and HeeChul finds himself jerking to press harder, tighter, more against KyuHyun as heat rises and rises inside him. Hechul forces his hands to releas KyuHyun's waist and take his hand instead, smiling up into an answering smile.
He barely pays attention to the reservation terminal, letting KyuHyun make the arrangements and instead spending the time by admiring the way synth leather clings so nicely to strong thighs and curving ass. His fan is open again, gently fluttering in an effort to cool himself but HeeChul already knows that doing so is useless. Nothing but KyuHyun himself is going to quench this fire burning inside him.
As the floor lights up, slippered feet take a few steps along the hallway. "Catch me if you can, Kyu," HeeChul challenges then begins to move faster towards wherever the newly rented alcove may be. He quickly hears laughter behind him and swift footsteps, muted by thick carpeting.
...
KyuHyun finds himself laughing out loud as Heenim speaks his challenge then hurries down the hallway in a glimmer of silk clothing and pale smooth skin. He spins on a heel and hurries after the other man, making sure to keep only a step or two behind Heenim. He can't really lose, and the sight of Heenim in motion is too good to stop too soon. After all, the door to the alcove is locked and KyuHyun has the key. He smirks as his companion stops flat against the solid wall panel, lightly panting with exertion, laughter and desire. "Going somewhere were you, Heenim?" he asks ever so casually and twirls the flimsy keycard between the fingers of one hand.
Heenim pouts charmingly and lifts his arms up against the door and widens his stance in a modified spread eagle against the door. "Are you going to open it, Kyu? I'm getting impatient to see you naked, you know," Heenim says, tossing back the dark curls that have fallen into his eyes. He makes a point of looking KyuHyun up and down so thoroughly that KyuHyun thinks he can feel that gaze like a slow intimate touch all over his body.
He purrs, coming closer to Heenim step by step and uses the edge of the plastic card to glide along the top of Heenim's shoulder, the one not decorated by his bite mark. "You surprise me, Heenim, I expected you to be more patient," KyuHyun says, drawling out the phrases as he leans close to breathe in Heenim's scent. His free hand drops to slide easily under silk clothing to find the hard line of Heenim's cock and gives it a light squeeze through the fabric.
"Ahh," Heenim gasps, and turns a smoldering look towards KyuHyun "You keep doing that and we'll have to start all over, and you'll have to wait," he tells KyuHyun with a smirk of his own. The combination of KyuHyun's body heat, his scent, the cool flick of the key card and the knowing hand massaging him so expertly has him ready to rip KyuHyun's clothes off right here outside the door of what promises to be a very comfortable alcove.
"Why, is it getting too much for you?" KyuHyun inquires and gives the cock that seems to be getting harder by the second in his grasp one more squeeze before he steps back and finds the alcove slot, sliding the keycard into it. The card disappears and the doorway slides open.
Heenim grumbles under his breath and barely keeps from falling over as the door opens. "You're too much, full stop," he tells KyuHyun with a snarky little grin then stomps his way inside the luxurious alcove. Alcove is really a misnomer since it's more like a bedroom suite. He heads straight for the bar along one wall and pushes a button on the way that opens the curtains on a fake view of starry skies.
KyuHyun laughs and follows his companion into the alcove. The door shuts behind them. They have posession of the room until either the rental runs out or they leave.
Also, this fic is still cablackwood's fault.
Pairing: None, yet. Kyuhyun and Heechul eventually
Length: 4173
Genre: AU/Romance.
Rating: R to be safe
Summary: Cho KyuHyun meets a flawless man he wants to spend the night with, without knowing his true identity. You may want to read the prologue to help this make sense.
A/N: This got so long that I decided to split it. Second part will be up tomorrow.
This fic, as it says above is an AU. It takes place in the future. At this point in the fic, HeeChul recognizes KyuHyun but Kyu has no idea who HeeChul really is. Procreation is a problem in the future due to the fact that the population is now primarily male only with few female babies being born. So now men make babies with other men,using genetic mapping and scientific hoodoo leading to reproductive laws etc. No this is not an mpreg fic. The laws in question will come up in greater detail later. Also, genetic mapping and enhancement is commonplace in this world, if you have the money for it.
Arriving at the club, KyuHyun sends the driver off to do whatever drivers do while waiting, instructing that he'll call for him when he needs him. He leaves the feathery cape in the car and endures the rush of goosebumps for the short walk into the foyer of the club. It's an exclusive sort of establishment, only those with at least a +20 genetic map and a very high income are allowed in the doors. He smiles at the youngish man greeting entrants and checking their chips before allowing them to pass beyond the sapphire blue velvet curtains that swathe the inner doorway.
"Evening, Sir," the host says softly, his voice melodic and his eyes large and liquid. He's pretty but then, he's paid to be. KyuHyun extends the wrist not covered by the synth band and allows the host to run his scanner over it. There's a beep and the host's eyes go even larger. "Oh, my, welcome back, Mr. Cho, please have a good evening," the host says and KyuHyun merely nods and waves his wrist at the discreet little box on the host's podium. A little bell chime indicates the host has just received a tip.
Without waiting, he continues past the curtains and down the sloping carpeted walkway inside it towards the dance floor. There are alcoves all along the walkway where, even though there's only the muted thump of bass beats, KyuHyun knows there are couples enjoying a heated moment together. He hopes, rather fervently, to be enjoying a heated moment later on this evening.
Coming out on the catwalk that circles several meters above the dance floor, KyuHyun stops a waiter and orders a drink, again just waving his wrist to pay for it. Sipping the cool and very alcoholic beverage slowly, he begins his first slow walk around the dance floor. Despite the frustration beating at his veins almost in tempo with the music, he's very careful, and very choosy. His bed partners are never ordinary. Finding the one he wants tonight may take some time.
An hour later and on his third spiral around the floor, KyuHyun spots him. Immediately his heart starts beating faster and his mouth goes a little dry as he begins making his way down the closest set of stairs and rarely taking his eyes off the man. He really is spectacular. Fucking gorgeous, KyuHyun corrects himself, accepting another drink from another waiter as he begins threading through the crowd of writhing bodies towards the one he wants. Helpfully, the man in question is perched atop one of several glowing crystal flattened spheres mounted on narrow stairs dotting the dance floor. The glow of the sphere successfully places KyuHyun's target in a spotlight, ringed three deep in other hopefuls.
KyuHyun can't blame that crowd for wanting the man, but he's very determined that the one who will end up in the man's arms is himself. He pushes past others, eyes on that slender figure dancing sensuously atop the now nearby sphere. His hair is quite long, longer than KyuHyun's own and silky looking, brushing softly against the man's bare shoulders as he moves. He's quite delicately formed and a bit androgynous, there's a fragility there, but also a tensile strength that beckons like a siren's song. As KyuHyun draws closer, he sees that the man is wearing what looks like nothing more than drapes of silk that flutter and billow about him as he moves. There's a silvery fan in one of the man's hands that he uses with exquisite grace. KyuHyun begins climbing the narrow stairs and sends a daring glance towards the other man.
At that moment, he's pinned by a pair of dark almond eyes heavy with lashes and kohl. Thin but soft looking lips form an expression that mingles a touch of pout with a touch of smirk and KyuHyun is enchanted even more. He steps onto the sphere with the stranger and slides an arm around him, drawing him back to lean into him as they begin to move together. He's not surprised when there's a distinct hesitation and the fan folds to jab lightly into KyuHyun's side as if to warn him to keep his distance. He smiles and only waits for the stranger to relax in his loose hold. He has time.
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HeeChul recognizes the ever so esteemed Cho KyuHyun the moment he steps past the circle of more timid admirers around him. He'd be hard to miss, his face and form are as close to perfect as humanity can create, taller than many of the others in the club and almost eye to eye, Heechul thinks, with himself. KyuHyun certainly dresses down enticingly, he thinks to himself, stealing quick glances at KyuHyun's arms and chest while he continues dancing fluidly to the beat thrumming through the gigantic room. HeeChul has enough ego to be pleased when the beautiful man makes it clear that he has Heechul in his sights and therefore doesn't protest as KyuHyun mounts the steps and emerges onto the miniature dancing floor with him.
He purrs under his breath as a warm and strong arm slides around his own slender waist but that doesn't mean he's going to make this too easy for KyuHyun, perfect man or not. He pushes gently but firmly with the end of his closed fan to create a little space between them and then relaxes, allowing himself to sway against KyuHyun's body. It's a delectable sensation, the rhythm is in their bones by this time and HeeChul turns in the curve of KyuHyun's arms to toss back his hair and smile up at him with a mocking yet sweet smile. "Hello there," he murmurs in the other man's ears, using the specialized harmonics in his genetic coding to avoid shouting.
"Hello yourself, beautiful," KyuHyun answers and Heechul shivers when he realizes that KyuHyun possesses those very same harmonics. It's a rare gift and he's never met anyone else who had or could use them. It's a definite turn on, especially when used in combination with KyuHyun's surprisingly deep voice. HeeChul relents a bit and drapes the hand holding the fan around KyuHyun's neck, letting himself sway closer.
"Mmm, I bet you say that to all the boys," he chides then purrs in KyuHyun's ear, delighted when the other man shivers in response. It's only fair. Shiver for shiver.
KyuHyun chuckles and HeeChul thinks he could easily become addicted to the sound. "Perhaps I do. Was that too cheesy for you? I apologize lovely one. I'm Kyu. And what name shall i call for one so delightful, hmm?"
HeeChul takes note that KyuHyun is using a shortened form of his name, perhaps to partially conceal his identity. That surely would be impossible. HeeChul smiles, lifting up on slippered toes to slide with voluptuous pleasure against the leather and silk clad form of his new dancing partner. "Oh, darling...I'm tempted to say you can call me anything you like as long as you keep talking to me," he answers, barely suppressing a moan at the sensations provoked by the other man's body against his. "But you can call me Heenim, for now." He can't resist and doesn't allow Kyu to answer, instead pressing his lips very gently to the other man's mouth.
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KyuHyun is certain he's never met anyone like this wickedly fey creature in his arms. There is strength in the other man's body but he still feels frail against KyuHyun. It's clear that the other man will stay firmly in control, no matter how sweetly he smiles. KyuHyun feels the ripples of his dancing partner's very rare vocal gifts slithering down his spine to pool as heat low in his belly. It's a delectable feeling and it draws him in like a moth to the a flame. Their flirtatious banter pleases him and it brings out his best attempts at courting behavior, and it yields rewards. KyuHyun accepts the gift of the other's name but has no time to speak before warm lips are brushed temptingly against his own. He pulls Heenim closer against him, one hand sliding down to press at the curving shape of Heenim's ass covered in draping silk, while the other slides over the other man's back.
KyuHyun doesn't press the kiss, Heenim is the one who chose to start it so it's up to him to make the next move. Instead KyuHyun simply brushes lips with Heenim, back and forth in a soft and quite chaste and yet very erotic motion. The two of them are still swaying together, and KyuHyun hisses sharply as a long bare leg is suddenly hitched against his hip, forcing a closer brush of bodies. His hand immediately slides down to draw fingertips from Heenim's calf to his thigh, then braces that leg against himself.
"You are contradictory, Heenim," he comments, letting his head dip so that his lips brush the other man's throat softly. KyuHyun breathes in the scent that hangs like a fragile cloud around Heenim, but he is unable to place the exotic fragrance.
Heenim laughs, and runs his fingers through KyuHyun's hair, his manicured nails brushing lightly against sensitive scalp to produce a new set of shivers. "It keeps you guessing, doesn't it?" he asks, wrapping both arms around KyuHyun's body and letting the other man take part of his weight. "I wouldn't want to bore you so early in the evening," he says, tilting his head back.
KyuHyun braces himself a bit to take the slender one's weight, widening his stance as a result and tightening his grip around Heenim's knee. "I'm guessing," he agrees, lifting his head to gaze into Heenim's sparkling dark eyes. "And I highly doubt you could bore me, at any time," KyuHyun adds. "You're giving me hot flashes though," he says, and presses harder against Heenim's body meaningfully.
"I like you hot," Heenim answers immediately. He lets his upper body drop in a graceful curve away from KyuHyun, forcing him to use his arm around Heenim's back to keep him from falling. Even though the movement takes him by surprise, KyuHyun appreciates the sight presented by the movement. Silks and satiny waves fall backwards away from Heenim's body, revealing his toned torso and the artistic tattoo worked around Heenim's navel.
KyuHyun pulls Heenim upright again and drops his mouth to the other's shoulder, teeth pressing firmly into the porcelain skin in a sudden burst of desire, desire to claim, desire to mark, desire to possess in every sense of the word. "Stop me if you don't want a bruise," he warns, licking the spot reddened but not yet bruised by his mouth.
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HeeChul feels heat ripple over him from the burn of KyuHyun's teeth, the slither of his tongue over HeeChul's very sensitive skin. He purrs low in his throat and drops his leg but only so he can slide his hands down, scraping smooth skin with his nails on the way to KyuHyun's hips where he drags them into a sultry grind against his own. "Bruise me, Kyu," he urges, tilting his head to the side as if to give the other man room to do so. When those perfect white teeth sink harder into his skin, the pain is so sensual it makes his cock throb hard against the tiny underpants he's wearing. HeeChul retaliates with a harder drag of his nails, finding KyuHyun's back and scraping firmly to leave thin pink lines behind. It doesn't surprise him that they both seem to have a primal urge to leave a mark behind, despite the refinement of their clothing, their environment, even their very bodies, there's still something savage about this desire that rises higher and higher with each moment.
HeeChul isn't ashamed to moan, clutching the soft silk of KyuHyun's shredded shirt in his fists, in no way trying to hide how much he wants the beautiful man in his arms. KyuHyun doesn't seem to be hiding either as he slowly laves the vivid pinkish red outline of teeth showing clearly on HeeChul's shoulder with his velvety tongue then kisses the spot tenderly for good measure. HeeChul thinks a bit dizzily that he could probably fall in love with this man far too easily. And that would be very dangerous, considering everything.
"Heenim," KyuHyun's deep voice growls in HeeChul's ear and he sighs at the pleasure just his voice creates within him. "I think we need somewhere more private, don't you, sweet?" His hand is smoothing over HeeChul's lower back as he speaks and his elegant palm gives a little squeeze and rub to the rounded flesh of HeeChul's ass in such an alluring and yet sweet way that HeeChul forgets for a moment what he was going to say.
"I...I...yes, I think that might be...desirable," HeeChul answers after a moment and turns his head to lick across the shape of KyuHyun's mouth and flick briefly inside. "Lead me on, if you would?" he says softly.
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KyuHyun feels everything inside him tense and burn at the grinding pressure of Heenim's seductive form against his own and he willingly returns it with a liquid sway of his hips. But it's the urgent words and the arch of Heenim's neck that makes his cock twitch with desire. He doesn't resist that invitation, taking great care to set his teeth just so and press into the silky skin beneath his mouth. He feels the other man sway against him and the absolutely perfect press of manicured crescents in his back and wonders how he's ever going to manage to make love with Heenim and not lose control in the process. That's not going to keep him from trying.
Lifting his head, KyuHyun admires the dark pink mark of his teeth on Heenim's shoulder then licks it slowly, feeling the shape of it under his tongue. He loves the moan that erupts from Heenim's arched throat, the way slender fists clutch at his shirt and wonders vaguely why he's never met this flawless man before now. He might not mind marriage so much if it was to a being like this one...and that thought makes him start, reining himself in to speak.
"Heenim," he says in a low voice, noticing how he's instinctively growling the words to produce the best physical effects of genetic harmonics. He loves the sweet sigh that Heenim gives him in response as KyuHyun suggests somewhere more private. KyuHyun can't help touching Heenim everywhere he can reach, sliding his hands over the silk covered angles and curves and gently squeezing and caressing. The assent followed by the lush sweep of velvet muscle across his lips and into his mouth is enough to make him step back a little, sliding his hand down to take one of Heenim's. He brings the smooth sensitive palm to his lips and licks the center in a spiraling whorl then places a kiss over it.
"Come with me," KyuHyun says, drawing the other man after him, down the steps and towards the nearest exit to where the highest priced alcoves are located. Even if it wasn't second nature for KyuHyun to go for the best in every situation, he knows he'd be doing whatever he could to offer the most perfect of experiences to Heenim. The slim man just brings that instinct out in him. He sighs with pleasure as Heenim's hand tightens on his own and he moves to step under KyuHyun's arm, bringing it around his waist to keep them side by side.
"Don't go too far away from me, Kyu," Heenim says, snapping open his silver fan and plying it in flirtatious motion as they walk. KyuHyun squeezes the other man closer into him obediently as they walk, stepping out into the luxuriously carpeted and appointed hallway.
KyuHyun pauses then, pulling his companion in against the wall and cupping his face in his hands. "I want to make love with you," he says quietly but very firmly and looks into those liquid almond shaped eyes staring into his. He feels he might happily drown in the other's chocolate gaze.
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This man is not at all what HeeChul expected and the differences are beautiful and startling. There's a sweetness, a tenderness about KyuHyun that he never would have imagined. He'd thought the other man would be selfish and pushy but this man is...something else. The touch of KyuHyun's tongue and lips is still burning on HeeChul's palm, still making nerves quiver within him as they walk together through the crowd and HeeChul is content to lose himself for the moment merely in KyuHyun's presence beside him.
HeeChul's lips curve slightly, noting the direction his escort is heading them. That much, at least is predictable. Cho KyuHyun never went economy class in his life, but it's pleasing to see that KyuHyun is not about to start with himself. Automatically HeeChul tightens his grip on KyuHyun's hand when he takes note of the predatory and hungry gazes of other men they pass, then slides himself in close to KyuHyun's side and draws that strong arm about himself. This gives him the chance to snap open his fan and send a few flickering messages with its silvery surface, beginning with *Step Off, Bitches* and ending with *Don't You Wish*.
Something about KyuHyun brings out the jealous streak in HeeChul, even though they've just met. His heart and his mind have already chosen, perhaps at the moment they first looked into each others eyes. This man is going to be mine, he thinks with something like joy and he smiles sweetly into Kyu's eyes when he is pushed gently into the wallpapered corridor.
"And?" HeeChul prompts, sensing that something more is on KyuHyun's mind. He reaches up to tuck disturbed and slightly sweat damp curls back behind KyuHyun's ear, then toys lightly with the dangling chains of his ear cuff. "You're so beautiful," he adds almost absently.
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"And, I'd never try to force you to go anywhere you don't want to go," KyuHyun says earnestly. He doesn't think he could bear the idea of even accidentally doing true harm to the exquisite man who has chosen to be with him tonight. A few love bites, a few sex bruises yes, harm? Never. "So I want to know...do you want me? Before I drag you into a room here," he adds and winks at Heenim.
"You can't tell?" Heenim asks, and closes his fan, gently running the cool metal against the side of KyuHyun's jaw. "I respect you greatly for being so...polite," he says with a mischievous twinkle in the molten chocolate eyes. "But it's not necessary. I want to be with you. I want you." To prove it he pulls KyuHyun close by the hips, until their bodies impact, braced by the wall of the hallway. "Are you really going to leave me like this, Kyu?" HeeChul breathes, letting his pelvis arch upwords into the shape of KyuHyun's groin in a way that is nearly perfection.
"Ohhh, Heenim," KyuHyun moans softly and pushes still harder against Heenim's body, absolutely thrilled at the way the other man moves with his own motions. He braces his hands on the wall on either side of Heenim's head and licks the side of his neck, tracing the fragile cord down to the shoulder and the slowly purpling bite mark there. "I'd never leave you like that, beautiful one," he answers when he can speak and smiles warmly at Heenim.
"No, darling, you're the lovely one," KyuHyun corrects, jerking himself away from Heenim's soft lips and fragrant hair and luscious body to take his hand again. "Let's find a vacancy then, so we can be private together," he says and heads towards the terminal gleaming blue in the dim light of the corridor. He's pleased to see there are plenty of vacancies available and taps the screen a few times, glancing sidelong at Heenim as he does so, then waves his wrist briefly in front of the terminal which obediently spits out a thin plastic card. A line of blue diamonds is glowing on the floor, pointing them towards the alcove he just paid for.
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HeeChul wants to laugh at KyuHyun's excellent manners and consideration, not because in themselves they are amusing, quite the opposite in fact. It's the unexpected attentiveness of the other man that fills him with bubbling warmth. He wonders, and pushes away doing so, if KyuHyun is always so gentlemanly or if it is himself that brings out the urge within the other man. He watches KyuHyun's eyes spark as the cool fan brushes his warm skin and has to feel KyuHyun closer.
They are both hard, panting a little, excited as they brush together, and HeeChul thinks he would like to simply plaster himself to KyuHyun and never leave. Winsome words brush over his own heated skin, followed by KyuHyun's soft, hot, tongue and HeeChul finds himself jerking to press harder, tighter, more against KyuHyun as heat rises and rises inside him. Hechul forces his hands to releas KyuHyun's waist and take his hand instead, smiling up into an answering smile.
He barely pays attention to the reservation terminal, letting KyuHyun make the arrangements and instead spending the time by admiring the way synth leather clings so nicely to strong thighs and curving ass. His fan is open again, gently fluttering in an effort to cool himself but HeeChul already knows that doing so is useless. Nothing but KyuHyun himself is going to quench this fire burning inside him.
As the floor lights up, slippered feet take a few steps along the hallway. "Catch me if you can, Kyu," HeeChul challenges then begins to move faster towards wherever the newly rented alcove may be. He quickly hears laughter behind him and swift footsteps, muted by thick carpeting.
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KyuHyun finds himself laughing out loud as Heenim speaks his challenge then hurries down the hallway in a glimmer of silk clothing and pale smooth skin. He spins on a heel and hurries after the other man, making sure to keep only a step or two behind Heenim. He can't really lose, and the sight of Heenim in motion is too good to stop too soon. After all, the door to the alcove is locked and KyuHyun has the key. He smirks as his companion stops flat against the solid wall panel, lightly panting with exertion, laughter and desire. "Going somewhere were you, Heenim?" he asks ever so casually and twirls the flimsy keycard between the fingers of one hand.
Heenim pouts charmingly and lifts his arms up against the door and widens his stance in a modified spread eagle against the door. "Are you going to open it, Kyu? I'm getting impatient to see you naked, you know," Heenim says, tossing back the dark curls that have fallen into his eyes. He makes a point of looking KyuHyun up and down so thoroughly that KyuHyun thinks he can feel that gaze like a slow intimate touch all over his body.
He purrs, coming closer to Heenim step by step and uses the edge of the plastic card to glide along the top of Heenim's shoulder, the one not decorated by his bite mark. "You surprise me, Heenim, I expected you to be more patient," KyuHyun says, drawling out the phrases as he leans close to breathe in Heenim's scent. His free hand drops to slide easily under silk clothing to find the hard line of Heenim's cock and gives it a light squeeze through the fabric.
"Ahh," Heenim gasps, and turns a smoldering look towards KyuHyun "You keep doing that and we'll have to start all over, and you'll have to wait," he tells KyuHyun with a smirk of his own. The combination of KyuHyun's body heat, his scent, the cool flick of the key card and the knowing hand massaging him so expertly has him ready to rip KyuHyun's clothes off right here outside the door of what promises to be a very comfortable alcove.
"Why, is it getting too much for you?" KyuHyun inquires and gives the cock that seems to be getting harder by the second in his grasp one more squeeze before he steps back and finds the alcove slot, sliding the keycard into it. The card disappears and the doorway slides open.
Heenim grumbles under his breath and barely keeps from falling over as the door opens. "You're too much, full stop," he tells KyuHyun with a snarky little grin then stomps his way inside the luxurious alcove. Alcove is really a misnomer since it's more like a bedroom suite. He heads straight for the bar along one wall and pushes a button on the way that opens the curtains on a fake view of starry skies.
KyuHyun laughs and follows his companion into the alcove. The door shuts behind them. They have posession of the room until either the rental runs out or they leave.
Also, this fic is still cablackwood's fault.