Moon Child (Chapter 7)
Title: Moon Child
Rating: R ~ NC-17
Pairing: 2Min, side-JongKey
Summary: The group's identity is jeopardized when one of Ozias' henchmen confronts Taemin.
"Key~" Jonghyun lightly kicked Key's leg with his foot. He held a toothbrush in his mouth as he spoke. "Wake up."
"Sleeping." Key mumbled.
"No you're not or you wouldn't be talking. Wakey wakey~" He shook Key's back to jostle him awake.
"Yah..." Key turned over and pulled the blankets over his head.
Jonghyun pulled the blanket off of him in one swift pull. "Come on! We're busy today!"
Key sat up and grabbed at Jonghyun. He caught his arm and pulled him down. "You're going to be busier with a broken arm!"
"Yah! Okay okay, I give in!" Jonghyun laughed which made Key burst out laughing.
Their relationship was interesting. They shared a room, even shared the bed. They held hands, cuddled and did everything together... except kiss. It's not that Key didn't want it, he craved it in fact. He remained as Jonghyun's 'friend' to avoid becoming attached.
The type of profession he'd chosen was dangerous; he knew that. He couldn't risk bringing someone he loved into danger with him. If someone had found out that he had a weakness, a lover that could be used as a hostage, his life would be in the hands of an enemy. Everything that he had worked for and sacrificed would be lost along with a precious love he'd foolishly fallen for. Regardless, Jonghyun persisted. As long as he could stay by Key's side, he was happy.
"What are we busy with again?" Key was barely awake still.
"We're going to collect information, remember?" Jonghyun winked. He was too charming for Key to handle sometimes.
"Right." Key really didn't like taking Jonghyun along. He didn't want him to get too involved in the game he called his job.
Jonghyun read the reaction on Key's face. "I like going with you." He brushed Key's messy hair with his fingers.
"I know." He touched Jonghyun's cheek below his eye. "I'll go shower."
"Can I come with you?" Jonghyun asked with a cheeky smile.
"Yah! You have a big mouth!" Key stood and flicked Jonghyun's forehead.
~*~
Taemin and Minho had gained renown in their district for being saviors for the common people. One by one, they eliminated big gang names. But as history classically repeats itself, fame subsequently turned into infamy. Key was quickly becoming a wanted target among Ozias's followers, so they were careful to keep their association with him hidden. They worked to clear his name but word of mouth is difficult to silence. Even Jinki was able to remove all police records of Key, but it didn't seem to help.
They were exposed and their situation had become critical.
"I'm going out." Taemin kissed Minho's forehead.
"Where?" It was daytime and a bright sunny day. Minho couldn't join him.
"I'm just going to walk around, really. I just wanna see what I run into."
"That's a reckless plan, Taemin." Minho folded his arms. He glared at Taemin but he wasn't looking.
"Yeah, maybe." Taemin was in search of finding the people who were after Key, but if he had said that, Minho would surely stop him.
"Just don't die." Minho warned.
"I'm immortal, right?" Taemin joked. "I'll be okay baby. Call me if you need me."
"You make me feel helpless." Minho yelled as Taemin walked out the door.
Taemin found himself at their usual run-down bar, sipping on a drink of no particular interest to him. He put in earbuds and toyed with his
music player to seem distracted. In reality, he was listening closely to the conversations around him. For a few hours nothing more than teenage gossip and foolish rumors came up. Then at 17:26, a loud and crude woman sat at the table behind Taemin, demanding drinks.
"Hey, GARCON! Gonna serve me or what?" She was blonde, probably European or American, but her Mandarin was perfect.
"This isn't a place with waiters, miss." Taemin spoke without turning around.
She pouted and kicked the table. "Who asked you!?" She stood to walk to the bar counter and nudged Taemin violently as she walked by. She looked back, piercing her bright eyes into Taemin. She wiggled her hips like a vixen in her skin-tight vinyl pants as she continued walking.
Taemin raised his eyebrow at her attempt to seduce him. "Who is this woman?" He whispered to himself and laughed. He returned to his music player, actually playing music this time. He needed to find out more about this mystery woman.
She returned back outside with a beer in her hand and sat at Taemin's table. He didn't look up when she sat. "HEY!" She shouted and banged the table.
Taemin looked up with a smirk. "Hmm?"
"What kind of man are you that ignores a lady when she sits at your table!?" She demanded to know.
"An uninterested one." He looked down again, laughing to himself. She was easy to irritate.
"Asshole." She took a big gulp of her beer. "Who are you?"
Taemin smiled as if she were joking.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" She was brash and rude, definitely not Taemin's type.
"What?" He was just toying with her now.
"You're Lee Taemin, aren't you?" She had tricks up her sleeve after all.
Taemin tried to act unsurprised.
"You've got Korean written all over you." She instantly switched over to speaking perfect Korean.
"And who are you? Britney Spears?" Taemin folded his arms.
"Hilarious." She showed her teeth with a sarcastic smile. "I'm Blanca, that's all you need to know."
"Blanca." Taemin didn't know anyone by that alias. He'd have to run it by Jinki later.
"Yup, remember it well. You may be screaming it later." Blanca licked her bright red lips.
Taemin scoffed. "I doubt it. I'm not into women."
"Ooh, that's interesting." Her laugh was a loud and obnoxious cackle.
"What do you want, Blanca?"
"I have something that may be worth a lot to you. Some information." She swirled her fingertip on the edge of the glass.
"And why would you be bringing it to me? Why now? Why here?" Taemin was suspicious of her. "Are you being paid?"
"Oh you're clever, that makes me hot." Blanca leaned over the table. "It's about your brother Key."
Taemin felt himself go pale. She knew too much. Was she also a spy? "I don't know anyone by that name." He tried to protect Key's identity.
She giggled. "Don't lie to me, Taemin. You know exactly who Key is. And Jinki. And Minho." She squinted.
"Why are you here." Taemin was getting frustrated.
"So you do know them? Your face only confirms my suspicions dear. Thanks for the help." Blanca stood and made her way back to the
way she came from.
"Wait!" Taemin caught her arm. "Who do you work for?" He whispered.
She leaned close to him and touched his cheek softly. "Ozias. And by the way, he's alive." She got away from Taemin's grasp and disappeared before he could react.
He immediately opened his cell phone.
"Yoboseyo?"
"Jinki. Look up the name Blanca." Taemin started running.
"Who's that?"
"Please just do it. Where's Key?"
"Out somewhere with Jonghyun." He seemed unalarmed.
"Shit... Try calling them! Get them home immediately!"
"Taemin what's wr-"
"I'll explain soon!"
"Taemin, what happened?" Minho met him at the front door.
"A woman approached me. She knew who I was. She knew who you were. She knew who you were. She knows who all of us are!" Taemin punched the wall.
"It's alright. Calm down. Key and Jonghyun are on their way back. Where did you go?"
"Just to Seventh Heaven!" Taemin was panicking.
"That shitty old bar? Who would ever bother with us there?" Minho took him into his arms.
The front door opened again and Key walked in first. "What happened?"
"Someone knows too much." Minho tried to hold the hysterical Taemin still. "Baby shh, everyone's safe."
Jonghyun stood behind Key and wrapped his around around him. "You alright Taemin?"
"Tell us what happened and I'll tell you what I found on Blanca." Jinki reassured.
Taemin explained the situation but couldn't explain why he had been so frightened.
"Ozias is alive?" Key asked. Even he hadn't heard that news.
"We didn't kill the real Ozias. The real man with that alias is hidden deep within their gang." Taemin surmised.
"Shit." Minho bit his lip.
"No no, this is good." Jonghyun was optimistic even in hopeless times. "We now have a name and face that ties us directly to the man we're
after!"
"You're right, Jjong." Key rubbed his chin.
"Police records have extensive details on her. Her real name is Julianna Leonard, age 19. She's French but has lived here since infancy. Completely fluent in ten languages including Mandarin, Korean, French, and English." Jinki read from the screen.
"Quite the lady." Jonghyun pouted his lips.
"Nineteen?" Taemin questioned. "She looked to be at least 25."
"The deception that women play on us..." Jonghyun shook his head. Key gave him a sassy look.
"A young girl on the wrong path. It's sad." Minho had seen too many grab onto the lure of evil.
"Regardless, Ozias and his people know where to find Key now. We should lay low for a while." Taemin felt responsible for the incident.
"Wouldn't they be expecting that though?" Jinki stretched out his bad leg.
Minho saw the grief written across Taemin's face. "Taemin, please relax. We'll be alright. We should take it easy tonight."
Taemin held his head. "Aren't you scared Key?"
He shrugged. "Neh."
Jonghyun rubbed Key's shoulders. "Yeah, he's got me!"
"In that case, shouldn't he worry more?" Minho's sense of humor was merciless.
"Yah!" Jonghyun held up a fist making everyone laugh.
"Let's get some rest, alright? Forget about this broad, we can deal with her later." Minho stroked Taemin's hair. "Can I take you to bed
early?" He whispered.
Taemin smiled and nodded.
~*~
"Really, don't think another minute about it. You did nothing wrong." Minho was undressing in front of the full-length mirror. Taemin watched
carefully at the muscles that flexed as he moved to shed his clothes. Minho's muscular figure was exciting and begged to be touched.
"You look pale..." Taemin laid shirtless on his side in bed.
Minho groaned. "You've noticed."
"When was the last time you had something?" Taemin nervously asked.
"Since I had you."
"That's over six months ago! Minho, you're going to die!" Taemin sat up.
"Not that easily." Minho sat next to him.
Taemin touched Minho's shoulder. "You know what I'm going to say."
Minho turned his face away from Taemin. Every day he was more and more tempted to drink from him but tried desperately to resist.
"Minho," Taemin climbed onto his lap, making sure to hold his body close. "Just have a little. It won't hurt, right?" He coyly showed his neck. The scent instantly filled Minho with need.
"Taemin please, I'm too weak to resist."
"You know you're going to give in, just do it~" Taemin teased, brushing his cheek on Minho's.
Minho roughly pushed Taemin to the bed and leaned over him. "You fucking tease, you're too used to me pampering you. You really don't know the monster I can be."
Taemin smiled, not intimidated by Minho's rough temper. "Ooh, you're sexy when you're mad."
"Fuck, Taemin! Stop!" Minho was shivering excessively.
"No." Taemin liked where this game was going. He pushed his hips up to rub against Minho's.
"You're really pushing it." Minho gripped Taemin's wrists tighter and felt the delicious blood pumping in the veins. "Fuck." Without thinking, he began undoing Taemin's pants and pulled them off eagerly. He removed his own just as quickly and returned to pressing against Taemin's virgin body.
"Minho, what are you-" Taemin was silenced by the feeling of Minho's wet lips on his. Their kiss was impulsive and strong while Minho grinded his body against Taemin's.
"Fuck, Taemin." Minho roughly pulled Taemin's hips up. The younger wrapped his legs around Minho and moaned loudly. "You asked for it." Minho began kissing Taemin's shoulder, trying to find a tender area of skin that held a strong vein.
"Minho be gentle." Taemin suddenly became a bit frightened.
"Too late for begging." Minho pressed the two sharp incisors into his skin. The first puncture was always the best, like drinking cold water
after a long hot day. He removed his teeth from the holes wondering if this technique would keep Taemin from getting any sedative venom. He placed his mouth over the wounds and extracted the warm red blood, drinking it slowly.
"Ahh, Minho. It hurts~" Taemin cringed. There was no numbing feeling like before. "Slow down... it's really hurting." He whimpered a bit at
the sharp stings flowing down his body. His vision was being taken over by tiny black dots.
Minho backed off and pressed his fingers on the holes to stop the flow. "Taemin, you have no idea how heavenly you taste. Don't cry, it will be over soon." He continued taking blood freely, perversely enjoying Taemin's pain.
You need to stop. His conscience again, speaking to him. He's going to die.
Minho snapped out of his frenzy and closed the wounds. "Taemin, are you alright?" He felt his cheek which was cool to the touch.
Taemin's eyes rolled around as he gasped for air. He was conscious but unresponsive.
"Taemin. Come on. Did I take that much?" Minho felt for his pulse but only found a weak and slow ripple. "Shit." He picked up Taemin bridal style and carried him to the door.
"What's wrong?" Jinki caught them walking out.
"Taemin's sick. I'll call you." Minho couldn't tell him about the drinking, not one detail.
"Are you taking him to the hospital at least!?" Jinki yelled.
"Yes. I'll call you I said."
Rating: R ~ NC-17
Pairing: 2Min, side-JongKey
Summary: The group's identity is jeopardized when one of Ozias' henchmen confronts Taemin.
"Key~" Jonghyun lightly kicked Key's leg with his foot. He held a toothbrush in his mouth as he spoke. "Wake up."
"Sleeping." Key mumbled.
"No you're not or you wouldn't be talking. Wakey wakey~" He shook Key's back to jostle him awake.
"Yah..." Key turned over and pulled the blankets over his head.
Jonghyun pulled the blanket off of him in one swift pull. "Come on! We're busy today!"
Key sat up and grabbed at Jonghyun. He caught his arm and pulled him down. "You're going to be busier with a broken arm!"
"Yah! Okay okay, I give in!" Jonghyun laughed which made Key burst out laughing.
Their relationship was interesting. They shared a room, even shared the bed. They held hands, cuddled and did everything together... except kiss. It's not that Key didn't want it, he craved it in fact. He remained as Jonghyun's 'friend' to avoid becoming attached.
The type of profession he'd chosen was dangerous; he knew that. He couldn't risk bringing someone he loved into danger with him. If someone had found out that he had a weakness, a lover that could be used as a hostage, his life would be in the hands of an enemy. Everything that he had worked for and sacrificed would be lost along with a precious love he'd foolishly fallen for. Regardless, Jonghyun persisted. As long as he could stay by Key's side, he was happy.
"What are we busy with again?" Key was barely awake still.
"We're going to collect information, remember?" Jonghyun winked. He was too charming for Key to handle sometimes.
"Right." Key really didn't like taking Jonghyun along. He didn't want him to get too involved in the game he called his job.
Jonghyun read the reaction on Key's face. "I like going with you." He brushed Key's messy hair with his fingers.
"I know." He touched Jonghyun's cheek below his eye. "I'll go shower."
"Can I come with you?" Jonghyun asked with a cheeky smile.
"Yah! You have a big mouth!" Key stood and flicked Jonghyun's forehead.
~*~
Taemin and Minho had gained renown in their district for being saviors for the common people. One by one, they eliminated big gang names. But as history classically repeats itself, fame subsequently turned into infamy. Key was quickly becoming a wanted target among Ozias's followers, so they were careful to keep their association with him hidden. They worked to clear his name but word of mouth is difficult to silence. Even Jinki was able to remove all police records of Key, but it didn't seem to help.
They were exposed and their situation had become critical.
"I'm going out." Taemin kissed Minho's forehead.
"Where?" It was daytime and a bright sunny day. Minho couldn't join him.
"I'm just going to walk around, really. I just wanna see what I run into."
"That's a reckless plan, Taemin." Minho folded his arms. He glared at Taemin but he wasn't looking.
"Yeah, maybe." Taemin was in search of finding the people who were after Key, but if he had said that, Minho would surely stop him.
"Just don't die." Minho warned.
"I'm immortal, right?" Taemin joked. "I'll be okay baby. Call me if you need me."
"You make me feel helpless." Minho yelled as Taemin walked out the door.
Taemin found himself at their usual run-down bar, sipping on a drink of no particular interest to him. He put in earbuds and toyed with his
music player to seem distracted. In reality, he was listening closely to the conversations around him. For a few hours nothing more than teenage gossip and foolish rumors came up. Then at 17:26, a loud and crude woman sat at the table behind Taemin, demanding drinks.
"Hey, GARCON! Gonna serve me or what?" She was blonde, probably European or American, but her Mandarin was perfect.
"This isn't a place with waiters, miss." Taemin spoke without turning around.
She pouted and kicked the table. "Who asked you!?" She stood to walk to the bar counter and nudged Taemin violently as she walked by. She looked back, piercing her bright eyes into Taemin. She wiggled her hips like a vixen in her skin-tight vinyl pants as she continued walking.
Taemin raised his eyebrow at her attempt to seduce him. "Who is this woman?" He whispered to himself and laughed. He returned to his music player, actually playing music this time. He needed to find out more about this mystery woman.
She returned back outside with a beer in her hand and sat at Taemin's table. He didn't look up when she sat. "HEY!" She shouted and banged the table.
Taemin looked up with a smirk. "Hmm?"
"What kind of man are you that ignores a lady when she sits at your table!?" She demanded to know.
"An uninterested one." He looked down again, laughing to himself. She was easy to irritate.
"Asshole." She took a big gulp of her beer. "Who are you?"
Taemin smiled as if she were joking.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" She was brash and rude, definitely not Taemin's type.
"What?" He was just toying with her now.
"You're Lee Taemin, aren't you?" She had tricks up her sleeve after all.
Taemin tried to act unsurprised.
"You've got Korean written all over you." She instantly switched over to speaking perfect Korean.
"And who are you? Britney Spears?" Taemin folded his arms.
"Hilarious." She showed her teeth with a sarcastic smile. "I'm Blanca, that's all you need to know."
"Blanca." Taemin didn't know anyone by that alias. He'd have to run it by Jinki later.
"Yup, remember it well. You may be screaming it later." Blanca licked her bright red lips.
Taemin scoffed. "I doubt it. I'm not into women."
"Ooh, that's interesting." Her laugh was a loud and obnoxious cackle.
"What do you want, Blanca?"
"I have something that may be worth a lot to you. Some information." She swirled her fingertip on the edge of the glass.
"And why would you be bringing it to me? Why now? Why here?" Taemin was suspicious of her. "Are you being paid?"
"Oh you're clever, that makes me hot." Blanca leaned over the table. "It's about your brother Key."
Taemin felt himself go pale. She knew too much. Was she also a spy? "I don't know anyone by that name." He tried to protect Key's identity.
She giggled. "Don't lie to me, Taemin. You know exactly who Key is. And Jinki. And Minho." She squinted.
"Why are you here." Taemin was getting frustrated.
"So you do know them? Your face only confirms my suspicions dear. Thanks for the help." Blanca stood and made her way back to the
way she came from.
"Wait!" Taemin caught her arm. "Who do you work for?" He whispered.
She leaned close to him and touched his cheek softly. "Ozias. And by the way, he's alive." She got away from Taemin's grasp and disappeared before he could react.
He immediately opened his cell phone.
"Yoboseyo?"
"Jinki. Look up the name Blanca." Taemin started running.
"Who's that?"
"Please just do it. Where's Key?"
"Out somewhere with Jonghyun." He seemed unalarmed.
"Shit... Try calling them! Get them home immediately!"
"Taemin what's wr-"
"I'll explain soon!"
"Taemin, what happened?" Minho met him at the front door.
"A woman approached me. She knew who I was. She knew who you were. She knew who you were. She knows who all of us are!" Taemin punched the wall.
"It's alright. Calm down. Key and Jonghyun are on their way back. Where did you go?"
"Just to Seventh Heaven!" Taemin was panicking.
"That shitty old bar? Who would ever bother with us there?" Minho took him into his arms.
The front door opened again and Key walked in first. "What happened?"
"Someone knows too much." Minho tried to hold the hysterical Taemin still. "Baby shh, everyone's safe."
Jonghyun stood behind Key and wrapped his around around him. "You alright Taemin?"
"Tell us what happened and I'll tell you what I found on Blanca." Jinki reassured.
Taemin explained the situation but couldn't explain why he had been so frightened.
"Ozias is alive?" Key asked. Even he hadn't heard that news.
"We didn't kill the real Ozias. The real man with that alias is hidden deep within their gang." Taemin surmised.
"Shit." Minho bit his lip.
"No no, this is good." Jonghyun was optimistic even in hopeless times. "We now have a name and face that ties us directly to the man we're
after!"
"You're right, Jjong." Key rubbed his chin.
"Police records have extensive details on her. Her real name is Julianna Leonard, age 19. She's French but has lived here since infancy. Completely fluent in ten languages including Mandarin, Korean, French, and English." Jinki read from the screen.
"Quite the lady." Jonghyun pouted his lips.
"Nineteen?" Taemin questioned. "She looked to be at least 25."
"The deception that women play on us..." Jonghyun shook his head. Key gave him a sassy look.
"A young girl on the wrong path. It's sad." Minho had seen too many grab onto the lure of evil.
"Regardless, Ozias and his people know where to find Key now. We should lay low for a while." Taemin felt responsible for the incident.
"Wouldn't they be expecting that though?" Jinki stretched out his bad leg.
Minho saw the grief written across Taemin's face. "Taemin, please relax. We'll be alright. We should take it easy tonight."
Taemin held his head. "Aren't you scared Key?"
He shrugged. "Neh."
Jonghyun rubbed Key's shoulders. "Yeah, he's got me!"
"In that case, shouldn't he worry more?" Minho's sense of humor was merciless.
"Yah!" Jonghyun held up a fist making everyone laugh.
"Let's get some rest, alright? Forget about this broad, we can deal with her later." Minho stroked Taemin's hair. "Can I take you to bed
early?" He whispered.
Taemin smiled and nodded.
~*~
"Really, don't think another minute about it. You did nothing wrong." Minho was undressing in front of the full-length mirror. Taemin watched
carefully at the muscles that flexed as he moved to shed his clothes. Minho's muscular figure was exciting and begged to be touched.
"You look pale..." Taemin laid shirtless on his side in bed.
Minho groaned. "You've noticed."
"When was the last time you had something?" Taemin nervously asked.
"Since I had you."
"That's over six months ago! Minho, you're going to die!" Taemin sat up.
"Not that easily." Minho sat next to him.
Taemin touched Minho's shoulder. "You know what I'm going to say."
Minho turned his face away from Taemin. Every day he was more and more tempted to drink from him but tried desperately to resist.
"Minho," Taemin climbed onto his lap, making sure to hold his body close. "Just have a little. It won't hurt, right?" He coyly showed his neck. The scent instantly filled Minho with need.
"Taemin please, I'm too weak to resist."
"You know you're going to give in, just do it~" Taemin teased, brushing his cheek on Minho's.
Minho roughly pushed Taemin to the bed and leaned over him. "You fucking tease, you're too used to me pampering you. You really don't know the monster I can be."
Taemin smiled, not intimidated by Minho's rough temper. "Ooh, you're sexy when you're mad."
"Fuck, Taemin! Stop!" Minho was shivering excessively.
"No." Taemin liked where this game was going. He pushed his hips up to rub against Minho's.
"You're really pushing it." Minho gripped Taemin's wrists tighter and felt the delicious blood pumping in the veins. "Fuck." Without thinking, he began undoing Taemin's pants and pulled them off eagerly. He removed his own just as quickly and returned to pressing against Taemin's virgin body.
"Minho, what are you-" Taemin was silenced by the feeling of Minho's wet lips on his. Their kiss was impulsive and strong while Minho grinded his body against Taemin's.
"Fuck, Taemin." Minho roughly pulled Taemin's hips up. The younger wrapped his legs around Minho and moaned loudly. "You asked for it." Minho began kissing Taemin's shoulder, trying to find a tender area of skin that held a strong vein.
"Minho be gentle." Taemin suddenly became a bit frightened.
"Too late for begging." Minho pressed the two sharp incisors into his skin. The first puncture was always the best, like drinking cold water
after a long hot day. He removed his teeth from the holes wondering if this technique would keep Taemin from getting any sedative venom. He placed his mouth over the wounds and extracted the warm red blood, drinking it slowly.
"Ahh, Minho. It hurts~" Taemin cringed. There was no numbing feeling like before. "Slow down... it's really hurting." He whimpered a bit at
the sharp stings flowing down his body. His vision was being taken over by tiny black dots.
Minho backed off and pressed his fingers on the holes to stop the flow. "Taemin, you have no idea how heavenly you taste. Don't cry, it will be over soon." He continued taking blood freely, perversely enjoying Taemin's pain.
You need to stop. His conscience again, speaking to him. He's going to die.
Minho snapped out of his frenzy and closed the wounds. "Taemin, are you alright?" He felt his cheek which was cool to the touch.
Taemin's eyes rolled around as he gasped for air. He was conscious but unresponsive.
"Taemin. Come on. Did I take that much?" Minho felt for his pulse but only found a weak and slow ripple. "Shit." He picked up Taemin bridal style and carried him to the door.
"What's wrong?" Jinki caught them walking out.
"Taemin's sick. I'll call you." Minho couldn't tell him about the drinking, not one detail.
"Are you taking him to the hospital at least!?" Jinki yelled.
"Yes. I'll call you I said."