Flights 2/4
Title: Flights Please note that the title of this story is different and the tags will change for it also
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them apart.
A/N Part A: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
A/N Part B: I knew this story wasn't finished yet ... *giggles* ...
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 2:
Yoochun did not see Jaejoong for five moon cycles. After the fourth, he started to worry. He asked Junsu and even Yunho, but neither of them had seen Jaejoong in the hunting grounds either.
A glimmer of fear boiled into a torrent of despair. But only part of it was his. He could feel Jaejoong. Feel his body, feel his energy. Weakness. It weakened Yoochun, making flying at night almost as laborious as flying during sunrise.
Something was wrong with Jaejoong.
Yoochun watched as another moon cycle passed. The violet glow from Aster dimmed, replaced by the blue of Azure. But Yoochun could not find joy in his favorite time of the nights. Jaejoong’s skin looked the best under the full glow of the Azure Moon.
Dispirited, Yoochun flew to the hunting grounds. Again, he felt Jaejoong’s weakness, and knew that Jaejoong would not be there. The strength of the connection grew the closer he drew to the compound. By the time he arrived and perched in the upper branches of a tree, he was almost too tired to fly.
The hunt began, but Yoochun waited. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fly down his prey, so he waited until one (a young one) stopped, thinking he was safe for the night. Yoochun stretched his wings and glided down, landing softly behind the kid. Yoochun recognized him as Taemin, but his smell and his blood did not call to Yoochun.
Taemin turned quickly, eyes wide with fear, and then he took a deep breath and relaxed. He bowed his head in greeting.
Yoochun decided that standing was a bad idea. He needed to conserve his strength. He sat next to Taemin and didn’t protest when the young boy climbed in his lap, just as he was supposed to.
“What’s wrong with Jaejoong?” Yoochun whispered, lips next to Taemin’s ear.
Taemin shivered. “I don’t know. He … he’s sick. And really weak. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with him either.”
Yoochun shut his eyes. He knew what was wrong. “Is he stronger at night than during the day?”
“Yes. He sleeps during the day. Sometimes he is unconscious.”
Prepared for the possibility, Yoochun withdrew a small vial from just below his right wing. He dragged a fang over his wrist and let the blood drip into the vial. He covered it with a cork and then held it out for Taemin.
“Give him this, when no one else is around. Pour it into his mouth. He doesn’t have to be conscious.”
Taemin bit his lip and then nodded.
Yoochun turned Taemin’s head, and slid his fangs under his skin. He took only what he needed and then let the flustered boy go. With a whisper of a thank you, and a kiss to Taemin’s cheek, Yoochun spread his wings and took to the sky. He sent a mental note to Junsu, asking him to please come and see him before the sun rose. Junsu sent back an affirmative, clouded with blood and lust.
Yoochun stood outside his tree shelter, on the short platform he normally used to take off and land. He spread his wings, letting the moonlight soak into the porous feathers and bones. Very slowly, the feeling that Yoochun had recognized as Jaejoong’s grew stronger. It was a relief, but also a worry. Jaejoong’s soul was reaching for him. If Yoochun had never met Jaejoong, he would have grown and lived a normal human life, but an unhappy one, like something was always missing.
But because they had met, their souls had met. Nothing would stop the bond except death. Yoochun had given up hope of ever finding his mate among the bigoted, evil humans. Their life, their culture, the Avixiary had been destroyed. And with it, Yoochun had thought, any chance of being complete. Happy. Alive.
As the night deepened, the feeling of Jaejoong thumped with life.
Yoochun sighed in relief.
A few hours later, Junsu’s presence registered on his mind and Yoochun took a few steps back to allow him to land. His lips were red, teeth stained with blood. A few drops dappled his chest.
“Taemin says that Jaejoong is weak. He says that during the night, he seems okay, but sometimes he’s unconscious during the day.”
Junsu waited.
Yoochun sighed. “I gave Taemin a vial of my blood to give to him, and the connection I have with Jaejoong has grown stronger.”
“Molted,” Junsu cursed.
“Yeah.”
Junsu settled a hand on his arm. “He’ll die.”
Yoochun’s throat closed, and he nodded.
After another moment of silence, Junsu said, “Go south. It’s your only chance. You can fly faster than they can.”
“Carrying a human?”
“Probably not, but you can at least get a few hour head start.”
“If … what if he can’t leave the barracks again?”
Junsu frowned.
It was a question Yoochun did not want to contemplate, because the answer was that Jaejoong would die. His soul was crying out for Yoochun’s. Without it, Jaejoong would die. Without Jaejoong, Yoochun would die, but Jaejoong’s weak human body would perish first.
They both felt the sun rising.
“I’ll help you,” Junsu said and clapped his shoulder. “And I will keep your secret.”
“Thank you.”
They pressed their foreheads together briefly, sharing a feeling of peace, and then Junsu flew away. Yoochun went into his room, depressed and desperate.
Their plan worked for two moon cycles. They had to get Jaejoong strong enough to be sent out to the hunting grounds again. Either Junsu or Yoochun gave little Taemin a vial of Yoochun’s blood, and he fed it to Jaejoong. Every night, Yoochun felt Jaejoong grow stronger. He hoped soon that Jae would be put out for the hunt again.
Yoochun was flying to the compound, a vial for Jaejoong in his hand.
A sharp sting of electricity shot through his head and body. He stopped, falling fast, trying to clear his head enough to get his wings under him. A strong arm grabbed him around the middle just before he hit the trees.
“What the hell?” Yunho demanded as he flew them up into the air again. He hovered for a moment while Yoochun caught his breath back.
“Thanks,” Yoochun said as soon as he was able to talk.
Yunho grunted, but he did not release Yoochun until the other could fly on his own again.
“They have summoned me.”
“While you were flying? Are they stupid?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Thanks for catching me. That would have hurt if I had hit those trees.”
“Good way to lose a wing,” Yunho said. “Not that yours are the best examples anyway. A trip through the tree tops might make them better.”
Yoochun grinned. “Still wider than yours.”
Yunho sneered at him. When they were younger, he and Yunho had a lot of brawls over their wingspans. Yoochun’s were just less than a centimeter longer, no matter how many times Yunho measured them.
“I wonder what they want you for,” Yunho muttered.
Yoochun swallowed. He had a feeling.
“You know,” Yunho said.
Yoochun nodded. “Come with me.”
“Why?”
“Avixiary rights.”
“We have no rights.”
“I know.” Yoochun sent an urgent message to Junsu. He did not keep the message blocked from Yunho.
“Will you tell me what I’m flying into?”
“Jaejoong is my mate. He is dying.”
“Your mate?”
“Yes. After the fight with you over him, I’ve been able to feel him. I mean, since I met him, I’ve always had this sense for him, but now, every feeling is clear. And every night, it grows stronger and stronger. He’s weak. Junsu and I have been slipping him blood for the last two moon cycles.”
“Chances are they discovered it.”
“Yeah.”
Yunho made a face. “Molting mess.”
“Yep.”
“Alright. Fight?”
“Not if we don’t have to. Jaejoong’s lack of energy has really been affecting me.”
Yunho nodded.
They flew on in silence. Junsu caught up with them a few minutes later.
“They pegged him while he was flying,” Yunho said.
Junsu narrowed his eyes. “Serious? Oh, well, that’s it then. Blood is going to flow tonight.” The blue moonlight shone off his fangs.
The feeling of Jaejoong spiked with fear. Fear strong enough that Yoochun gasped. He shook his head at Junsu and Yunho’s questioning looks. He flew faster.
Three bright lights illuminated them as they came into land. Yoochun shut his eyes and flipped over to his red, heat vision. There were five guards, and between them was Jaejoong’s form, on his knees. Shaking. Bleeding. The smell of blood sparked a protective drive in him. His instinct told him to attack, kill. Five humans were nothing. He could take them all down.
Only Yunho’s hand on his arm kept him from diving and succumbing to the basic need thrumming through his body.
When they landed, Yoochun’s knees collapsed. Jaejoong was so frail. Still so sick. He ached to go to him. Nothing else mattered. His mate was injured. His mate needed him. Arms held him back.
“Please, please, please. Let me go, let me go.”
Junsu’s mind calmed him, sent wave after wave of peace, until Yoochun could breathe again. He blinked his eyes, returning to the normal vision and then wished he hadn’t. Jaejoong was on his knees. Naked, bare skin covered in blood. There was a cut in his neck, one on his arm and leg. He’d lost so much blood already. His body swayed.
“Explain this,” a human voice shouted. He jerked Jaejoong by the arm. More blood pumped from him. Jaejoong was barely conscious, only staying up because of the grip on his arm.
Yoochun whimpered. “Please. You’re hurting him. You’re hurting him!”
Yunho settled a hand on his shoulder.
“You can’t stop it,” Junsu said. “It’s part of who we are. Who they are. They are destined to be mated. He is destined to-”
“We can stop it. We have been stopping it.”
A gun pressed against Jaejoong’s head.
“We only waited so he would see the boy’s execution. We will not allow more of your kind to-”
In a moment, Yoochun catalogued their chances. Yunho’s hands squeezed his shoulder. Junsu’s voice said, Yunho you get the two on the right, I’ll take the other two. Yoochun, you get your mate.
Yoochun pounced. Fangs bared, wings tucked close, he catapulted forward. The gun shots echoed faintly in his mind. But the only thing that mattered was Jaejoong. His arm curled around Jaejoong’s waist at the same time his fingers dug into the guard’s neck and ripped his throat out. He cradled Jaejoong close, and with knees bent, he launched into the air.
Straight up, as high as he could go. Alarms sounded. Bright search lights pierced the sky. Gun fire and rockets whizzed around him. He felt Jaejoong lose consciousness, but still he flew higher.
Slant up-left, up-left, Yunho said. I took out that guard. Go.
Yoochun followed the instruction. The gun fire faded, and they finally flew out of the range of the search lights.
Is he okay? Junsu asked.
They were flying too fast to actually talk without the wind whipping their words away.
Yes. He will be. He’s not dead yet.
Are you okay?
Yoochun took stock of his body. There was a small wound in his legs, but nothing in his wings or anything vital. Yes. I’m fine.
So now what? Yunho asked.
Junsu frowned and then nodded. We go to Changmin.
Yoochun winced, but they had no other choice. They flew west, away from the rising sun in the east, stretching their night out for as long as their energy could handle.
Part 3: Flights of Freedom
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them apart.
A/N Part A: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
A/N Part B: I knew this story wasn't finished yet ... *giggles* ...
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 2:
Yoochun did not see Jaejoong for five moon cycles. After the fourth, he started to worry. He asked Junsu and even Yunho, but neither of them had seen Jaejoong in the hunting grounds either.
A glimmer of fear boiled into a torrent of despair. But only part of it was his. He could feel Jaejoong. Feel his body, feel his energy. Weakness. It weakened Yoochun, making flying at night almost as laborious as flying during sunrise.
Something was wrong with Jaejoong.
Yoochun watched as another moon cycle passed. The violet glow from Aster dimmed, replaced by the blue of Azure. But Yoochun could not find joy in his favorite time of the nights. Jaejoong’s skin looked the best under the full glow of the Azure Moon.
Dispirited, Yoochun flew to the hunting grounds. Again, he felt Jaejoong’s weakness, and knew that Jaejoong would not be there. The strength of the connection grew the closer he drew to the compound. By the time he arrived and perched in the upper branches of a tree, he was almost too tired to fly.
The hunt began, but Yoochun waited. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fly down his prey, so he waited until one (a young one) stopped, thinking he was safe for the night. Yoochun stretched his wings and glided down, landing softly behind the kid. Yoochun recognized him as Taemin, but his smell and his blood did not call to Yoochun.
Taemin turned quickly, eyes wide with fear, and then he took a deep breath and relaxed. He bowed his head in greeting.
Yoochun decided that standing was a bad idea. He needed to conserve his strength. He sat next to Taemin and didn’t protest when the young boy climbed in his lap, just as he was supposed to.
“What’s wrong with Jaejoong?” Yoochun whispered, lips next to Taemin’s ear.
Taemin shivered. “I don’t know. He … he’s sick. And really weak. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with him either.”
Yoochun shut his eyes. He knew what was wrong. “Is he stronger at night than during the day?”
“Yes. He sleeps during the day. Sometimes he is unconscious.”
Prepared for the possibility, Yoochun withdrew a small vial from just below his right wing. He dragged a fang over his wrist and let the blood drip into the vial. He covered it with a cork and then held it out for Taemin.
“Give him this, when no one else is around. Pour it into his mouth. He doesn’t have to be conscious.”
Taemin bit his lip and then nodded.
Yoochun turned Taemin’s head, and slid his fangs under his skin. He took only what he needed and then let the flustered boy go. With a whisper of a thank you, and a kiss to Taemin’s cheek, Yoochun spread his wings and took to the sky. He sent a mental note to Junsu, asking him to please come and see him before the sun rose. Junsu sent back an affirmative, clouded with blood and lust.
Yoochun stood outside his tree shelter, on the short platform he normally used to take off and land. He spread his wings, letting the moonlight soak into the porous feathers and bones. Very slowly, the feeling that Yoochun had recognized as Jaejoong’s grew stronger. It was a relief, but also a worry. Jaejoong’s soul was reaching for him. If Yoochun had never met Jaejoong, he would have grown and lived a normal human life, but an unhappy one, like something was always missing.
But because they had met, their souls had met. Nothing would stop the bond except death. Yoochun had given up hope of ever finding his mate among the bigoted, evil humans. Their life, their culture, the Avixiary had been destroyed. And with it, Yoochun had thought, any chance of being complete. Happy. Alive.
As the night deepened, the feeling of Jaejoong thumped with life.
Yoochun sighed in relief.
A few hours later, Junsu’s presence registered on his mind and Yoochun took a few steps back to allow him to land. His lips were red, teeth stained with blood. A few drops dappled his chest.
“Taemin says that Jaejoong is weak. He says that during the night, he seems okay, but sometimes he’s unconscious during the day.”
Junsu waited.
Yoochun sighed. “I gave Taemin a vial of my blood to give to him, and the connection I have with Jaejoong has grown stronger.”
“Molted,” Junsu cursed.
“Yeah.”
Junsu settled a hand on his arm. “He’ll die.”
Yoochun’s throat closed, and he nodded.
After another moment of silence, Junsu said, “Go south. It’s your only chance. You can fly faster than they can.”
“Carrying a human?”
“Probably not, but you can at least get a few hour head start.”
“If … what if he can’t leave the barracks again?”
Junsu frowned.
It was a question Yoochun did not want to contemplate, because the answer was that Jaejoong would die. His soul was crying out for Yoochun’s. Without it, Jaejoong would die. Without Jaejoong, Yoochun would die, but Jaejoong’s weak human body would perish first.
They both felt the sun rising.
“I’ll help you,” Junsu said and clapped his shoulder. “And I will keep your secret.”
“Thank you.”
They pressed their foreheads together briefly, sharing a feeling of peace, and then Junsu flew away. Yoochun went into his room, depressed and desperate.
Their plan worked for two moon cycles. They had to get Jaejoong strong enough to be sent out to the hunting grounds again. Either Junsu or Yoochun gave little Taemin a vial of Yoochun’s blood, and he fed it to Jaejoong. Every night, Yoochun felt Jaejoong grow stronger. He hoped soon that Jae would be put out for the hunt again.
Yoochun was flying to the compound, a vial for Jaejoong in his hand.
A sharp sting of electricity shot through his head and body. He stopped, falling fast, trying to clear his head enough to get his wings under him. A strong arm grabbed him around the middle just before he hit the trees.
“What the hell?” Yunho demanded as he flew them up into the air again. He hovered for a moment while Yoochun caught his breath back.
“Thanks,” Yoochun said as soon as he was able to talk.
Yunho grunted, but he did not release Yoochun until the other could fly on his own again.
“They have summoned me.”
“While you were flying? Are they stupid?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Thanks for catching me. That would have hurt if I had hit those trees.”
“Good way to lose a wing,” Yunho said. “Not that yours are the best examples anyway. A trip through the tree tops might make them better.”
Yoochun grinned. “Still wider than yours.”
Yunho sneered at him. When they were younger, he and Yunho had a lot of brawls over their wingspans. Yoochun’s were just less than a centimeter longer, no matter how many times Yunho measured them.
“I wonder what they want you for,” Yunho muttered.
Yoochun swallowed. He had a feeling.
“You know,” Yunho said.
Yoochun nodded. “Come with me.”
“Why?”
“Avixiary rights.”
“We have no rights.”
“I know.” Yoochun sent an urgent message to Junsu. He did not keep the message blocked from Yunho.
“Will you tell me what I’m flying into?”
“Jaejoong is my mate. He is dying.”
“Your mate?”
“Yes. After the fight with you over him, I’ve been able to feel him. I mean, since I met him, I’ve always had this sense for him, but now, every feeling is clear. And every night, it grows stronger and stronger. He’s weak. Junsu and I have been slipping him blood for the last two moon cycles.”
“Chances are they discovered it.”
“Yeah.”
Yunho made a face. “Molting mess.”
“Yep.”
“Alright. Fight?”
“Not if we don’t have to. Jaejoong’s lack of energy has really been affecting me.”
Yunho nodded.
They flew on in silence. Junsu caught up with them a few minutes later.
“They pegged him while he was flying,” Yunho said.
Junsu narrowed his eyes. “Serious? Oh, well, that’s it then. Blood is going to flow tonight.” The blue moonlight shone off his fangs.
The feeling of Jaejoong spiked with fear. Fear strong enough that Yoochun gasped. He shook his head at Junsu and Yunho’s questioning looks. He flew faster.
Three bright lights illuminated them as they came into land. Yoochun shut his eyes and flipped over to his red, heat vision. There were five guards, and between them was Jaejoong’s form, on his knees. Shaking. Bleeding. The smell of blood sparked a protective drive in him. His instinct told him to attack, kill. Five humans were nothing. He could take them all down.
Only Yunho’s hand on his arm kept him from diving and succumbing to the basic need thrumming through his body.
When they landed, Yoochun’s knees collapsed. Jaejoong was so frail. Still so sick. He ached to go to him. Nothing else mattered. His mate was injured. His mate needed him. Arms held him back.
“Please, please, please. Let me go, let me go.”
Junsu’s mind calmed him, sent wave after wave of peace, until Yoochun could breathe again. He blinked his eyes, returning to the normal vision and then wished he hadn’t. Jaejoong was on his knees. Naked, bare skin covered in blood. There was a cut in his neck, one on his arm and leg. He’d lost so much blood already. His body swayed.
“Explain this,” a human voice shouted. He jerked Jaejoong by the arm. More blood pumped from him. Jaejoong was barely conscious, only staying up because of the grip on his arm.
Yoochun whimpered. “Please. You’re hurting him. You’re hurting him!”
Yunho settled a hand on his shoulder.
“You can’t stop it,” Junsu said. “It’s part of who we are. Who they are. They are destined to be mated. He is destined to-”
“We can stop it. We have been stopping it.”
A gun pressed against Jaejoong’s head.
“We only waited so he would see the boy’s execution. We will not allow more of your kind to-”
In a moment, Yoochun catalogued their chances. Yunho’s hands squeezed his shoulder. Junsu’s voice said, Yunho you get the two on the right, I’ll take the other two. Yoochun, you get your mate.
Yoochun pounced. Fangs bared, wings tucked close, he catapulted forward. The gun shots echoed faintly in his mind. But the only thing that mattered was Jaejoong. His arm curled around Jaejoong’s waist at the same time his fingers dug into the guard’s neck and ripped his throat out. He cradled Jaejoong close, and with knees bent, he launched into the air.
Straight up, as high as he could go. Alarms sounded. Bright search lights pierced the sky. Gun fire and rockets whizzed around him. He felt Jaejoong lose consciousness, but still he flew higher.
Slant up-left, up-left, Yunho said. I took out that guard. Go.
Yoochun followed the instruction. The gun fire faded, and they finally flew out of the range of the search lights.
Is he okay? Junsu asked.
They were flying too fast to actually talk without the wind whipping their words away.
Yes. He will be. He’s not dead yet.
Are you okay?
Yoochun took stock of his body. There was a small wound in his legs, but nothing in his wings or anything vital. Yes. I’m fine.
So now what? Yunho asked.
Junsu frowned and then nodded. We go to Changmin.
Yoochun winced, but they had no other choice. They flew west, away from the rising sun in the east, stretching their night out for as long as their energy could handle.
Part 3: Flights of Freedom
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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