Flights 9/?
Title: Flights 9/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu)
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*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 9:
The human did not look up. Yoochun could almost feel his inner thoughts, his indecision, his desperation. Yoochun knew he was running his options through his head.
With the moment to actually study him, Yoochun noted with mild interest that he looked a lot like Junsu. Taller, broader in the shoulders and torso. His arms and legs were well muscled. His hair was cropped close to his head and dyed a deep black.
It made sense. Yunho had always been attracted to Junsu.
“J-Junho,” he suddenly whispered.
Yoochun nodded a greeting. “My name is Yoochun. The other is Yunho. In a minute, you’ll meet Junsu and Changmin, a mated pair. My mate is Jaejoong, and he’s making breakfast, so that should at least get you to be nice to him.”
“Am … am … are you going to make me evil?”
“Evil?” Yoochun said with a laugh. “No. You’re already evil.”
His eyes narrowed.
“He who hates with no cause or justice is evil. He who hates with cause or justice is damned. I don’t hate you. I don’t hate humans. They piss me off, but I’m old enough to know that as long as I survive, the humans of this world will die and be replaced with others, and different rules and laws will govern my life. You? You’re just going to die.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
“He won’t,” Changmin said behind Yoochun, “but I might. That was my mate you humans kidnapped.”
Junho cringed away and tried to slide back on the table despite his bonds.
“His name is Junho,” Yoochun said to Changmin.
“And?”
“Nothing. That’s all I’ve gotten from him.”
Changmin sighed. And we’re sure he’s Yunho’s mate?
Yep.
Molted.
Yep.
I really, really want to hurt him.
Me, too. How is Junsu?
Resting. Jaejoong?
Cooking. Yunho is with him.
Changmin walked over to the table. The human shrunk further back.
“Calm down,” Changmin said. “The only reason you’re not dead already is because you’re Yunho’s mate, and if you don’t want to believe that, then fine, don’t, but at least thank him for your life. I am going to release the bindings on your legs, but if you try to kick me, I’m going to rip your feet off.”
Junho nodded.
Changmin released the bindings. “Now, I’m going to look at this bump on your head and make sure you’re okay. Yoochun smacked you good.”
“Fucker shot me,” Yoochun muttered.
“I’m sure you deserved it,” Changmin said.
“That’s what Yunho said!”
Changmin smirked. “Sit up.”
Junho tried, but couldn’t. As he started to fall from the table, Changmin grabbed him and straightened him out.
“See?” Changmin said. “If I wanted you hurt, I’d have let you fall off the table and laughed at you.”
“Whatever.”
Changmin scowled at him.
“Oh yeah. And the guy is a smart ass,” Yoochun said.
“He’s perfect for Yunho then.”
Yoochun felt Yunho hovering in the hallway while Changmin ran a diagnostic test on Junho.
Scan him for a transmitter, Yunho said. Just in case. I don’t … don’t want to lose him right after I found him.
Good idea, Changmin replied. He pulled the detector from the cabinet.
Junho’s eyes went wide. “So that’s how … how did you get x-ray bar?”
Changmin smirked. “The human who had it had an encounter with someone who he shot and I had to relieve him of his arms, so he was unable to use it afterward.”
“You … you …”
Changmin raised a single eyebrow. “Yes, I did. You’re lucky Yoochun didn’t decide to take your arms off. Now hold still.”
Junho’s almost snarled at him. “I’m not tagged like some animal-”
The bar beeped right above Junho’s thigh. Changmin changed the wand to the x-ray picture.
“You were saying?” Changmin said as he moved the wand over Junho’s torso. It beeped again, showing a transmitter imbedded in his lung.
Changmin double checked; no other beeps sounded.
Junho looked confused. “Why would I have to be tagged?”
“I’m staring to think all humans are tagged,” Changmin said. “The more risky you are of dissenting, the more transmitters you’ll have in you. Government control. Welcome to our world.”
“But-but they tag you for protection.”
“And tell me that’s not why they tag you,” Changmin said. “If someone decided to revolt, that human could not hide and the government could find them. I’m not really surprised. I never thought to check humans for tags before, but I’m going to go to the council tonight and let them know. The unfortunate thing is that like your transmitters, it seems that humans are tagged close to or in major arteries and organs. If we try to remove your transmitters, you’ll die.”
“So what does that mean for me?” Junho asked.
Changmin smirked again. “You stay here, you never again see the outside world or breathe fresh air. Or you let Yunho turn you, and we can remove the transmitters during that process, like we did with Jaejoong.”
“Jaejoong … is human?”
“Was,” Yoochun corrected. “He’s only been an Avixiary for a little over a week.”
“Either way,” Changmin said, “you’re not leaving here and revealing my location to the government, so consider yourself a permanent resident. Your hands will stay bound behind your back until we can trust you.”
“Breakfast is ready!” Jaejoong shouted from the kitchen.
Changmin sighed. “Will you remind him he can speak mentally, please?” he muttered.
Yoochun chuckled. “I like hearing him scream.”
“God, that was lame,” Changmin said. He left the main room, calling over his shoulder. “Yoochun, escort him to the kitchen.”
After a moment of sizing each other up, Yoochun said, “Can you stand up alright? Sometimes after concussions, you can be woozy.”
Junho jumped from the table. He swayed for a moment, but managed to keep his balance. Yoochun moved next to him, but did not touch him. “Grab me if you think you’re going to fall. Yunho is in enough distress right now. I’d hate to see him get all weepy if you were injured.”
Shut up, gnat,
Yoochun smiled, and Junho jerked a bit like he’d been smacked. “Was … was that …”
“Yeah, that was Yunho.”
Junho shook his head, like he was trying to clear it.
Yoochun led them into the kitchen. Jaejoong smiled at him from behind the counter. Yunho was sitting on the far edge of the bench running along the table. Junsu was sitting in Changmin’s lap, eyes shut. The red marks on his arm had faded. Yoochun moved to him and kissed Junsu’s forehead.
Hey SuSu.
Junsu smiled, but didn’t open his eyes. Hey, Chunnie.
How are you feeling?
Tired.
Changmin is insatiable, huh?
Junsu laughed.
The human stood in the middle of the kitchen. Yoochun gestured to the spot next to Yunho. “Sit.”
Junho looked at Yunho, the bench, Yunho, the bench. His uncertainty was almost palpable.
Yunho bit his lip and turned his head in rejection.
Junho jerked again and then hastily sat down. Yunho helped steady him when he almost fell because of his bound arms. The air around them wavered when they touched and Junho almost lost his balance as he tried to slide away from Yunho, but Yoochun sat right next to him, and he slid back toward Yunho to keep from being next to Yoochun.
Jaejoong, all smiles and let’s not make this awkward feelings, brought over a huge tray full of rice and meat and eggs.
“Looks good, Jaejoong,” Yoochun said.
“I know. How’s the food look?” Jaejoong asked and licked his lower lip.
Yoochun tried to be upset, but he laughed and pulled Jaejoong into his lap.
“Mind telling me how I’m supposed to eat?” Junho asked.
Yoochun met Yunho’s eyes and Yunho looked unsure, but he nodded. “I’ll feed you. If … if you’ll let me.” He kept his eyes downcast.
Is it possible that Yunho is a sub-mate? Changmin asked Yoochun privately.
Looks like it, but … yeah, that’s weird.
Interesting. Now to convince the human.
It’ll be easier if he’s the dom, because he’s not going to want to share Yunho at all.
Again, interesting. I say we take advantage of that.
Yep. Already working on it.
“I’ll feed you if you’d prefer,” Yoochun said.
Junho shook his head. “No … no, I … maybe I’m not hungry?”
“You’re hungry,” Changmin and Yoochun both said.
“We can feel it,” Changmin elaborated. “Just let Yunho feed you. God. You’re such a little walking gnat.”
Yunho glared at him, and Yoochun smirked at the challenge suddenly sparking in the air. Junho shivered and shifted, but after looking at Yunho (who was still glaring at Changmin), he sighed. “Fine.”
It was like Yunho had been told he could fly during the day. His face lit up with a smile and very cautiously, he filled chopsticks full of food and held it out for Junho. His hand shook with his excitement. Junho shook his head in wonder and was silent while Yunho fed him.
“Feed me,” Jaejoong said.
“You can feed yourself,” Yoochun replied.
“So can he, you just have him tied up.”
“Which is why Yunho is feeding him.”
“Then tie me up and feed me,” Jae said, voice sultry.
“You haven’t tied him up yet?” Junsu said suddenly, pulling away from Changmin’s neck, eyes wide.
“No. He hasn’t,” Jae said and pouted.
“You’re missing out,” Changmin said and nuzzled Junsu’s back.
“Can you … please … I mean …” Junho sighed. “Just stop.”
“Ooh, let’s do what the human says,” Junsu said with anger in his voice.
“SuSu,” Yunho said and bit his lip.
“Whatever, Yunho. I’m not exactly happy with him or with the others that decided to net me midflight.”
“I know … I know … but …”
Junsu sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. Changmin, can we go back to bed? My body is yelling at me that it’s daylight.”
Changmin kissed his cheek. “Yeah. We’ll go.” Changmin stood up without dislodging Junsu. Junsu picked up their plate of food and Changmin carried them from the kitchen.
“It’s … it’s daylight?” Junho said. “I … I thought you couldn’t do anything during the daytime.”
“We can’t,” Yoochun said. “When we’re in like direct light. But we’re about five hundred feet below ground right now. We know it’s daylight, but without the sun there, we’re able to move around down here.”
“I-I need to sleep,” Yunho said.
“And what am I supposed to do while you all take a nap?”
Yoochun let his fangs free and smiled at Junho. “We don’t mind having a snack before bed.”
“Yoochun!”
“I’m kidding, Yunho.”
“Can we go have a snack, Chunnie?” Jae asked, licking up Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun shivered. “Yeah, let’s go.”
“Yoochun,” Yunho said again, biting his lower lip.
“What?”
I … I don’t want to be alone with him.
Why not? He seems most comfortable with you. If we get out of here and leave you two alone, maybe he’ll actually talk to you.
Yunho frowned and looked away. He nodded once.
Yoochun stood up, lifting Jaejoong. “If you need to get away from the human, you can join us whenever you want, Yunho.”
I don’t want to share you, Jaejoong said with a mental pout.
I know. We’re doing it to make Junho get all possessive of him. Act it up.
Jaejoong smiled and turned smoldering eyes to Yunho. “You should come with us now,” he said, letting his eyes turn red.
Junho shivered.
“Please, Yunnie,” Jaejoong said. “You haven’t fucked me for months. You haven’t fucked me since I’ve been Avixiary. And you fucked Junsu with Changmin the other night and I want to do that, too. I’ve never been doubled up before. You should-“
“He doesn’t want to,” Junho snapped.
Yoochun smiled at the human. “Or you don’t want him to?”
Junho glowered and turned his head away.
Yunho looked at him anxiously. “I don’t want to.”
“Whatever,” Junho said and shifted his shoulders, trying to find some comfort in being restrained.
“Let’s go,” Jae said with a whine. “Yunnie’s not going to and I want you now.”
They left the kitchen.
Do you think it’s safe to leave them alone? Jae asked.
Yes. Junho can’t hurt him physically. If he’s an utter bastard, then he’ll hurt Yunho’s feelings, but every time Junho does that, it hurts him too. He’ll learn really fast not to.
So it’s okay if I’m not that worried about him and I’m more focused on you tying me up and fucking me?
Yoochun laughed as they entered their bedroom.
“Yoochun?”
“Huh?”
Yoochun laid Jaejoong on the bed.
“Will … will you control me?”
Yoochun smirked. “Why?”
“I … I want you to, that’s why.”
Yoochun left Jae on the bed and moved to the dresser. He opened the bottom drawer and tossed a simple command at Jaejoong. Undress.
The sounds of Jae stripping filled the room while Yoochun rummaged in the drawer, looking for and finding the length of rope stashed there.
Thank you, Yoochun sent to a very lust-filled Changmin.
You never know when you’re in a room and you’re going to need to tie your mate down, Changmin sent back.
Part 10: Flights of Control
Part 8: Flights of Recovery
Part 7: Flights of Abduction
Part 6: Flights of Passion
Part 5: Flights of Suspicion
Part 4: Flights of Change
Part 3: Flights of Freedom
Part 2: Flights of Desperation
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu)
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*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 9:
The human did not look up. Yoochun could almost feel his inner thoughts, his indecision, his desperation. Yoochun knew he was running his options through his head.
With the moment to actually study him, Yoochun noted with mild interest that he looked a lot like Junsu. Taller, broader in the shoulders and torso. His arms and legs were well muscled. His hair was cropped close to his head and dyed a deep black.
It made sense. Yunho had always been attracted to Junsu.
“J-Junho,” he suddenly whispered.
Yoochun nodded a greeting. “My name is Yoochun. The other is Yunho. In a minute, you’ll meet Junsu and Changmin, a mated pair. My mate is Jaejoong, and he’s making breakfast, so that should at least get you to be nice to him.”
“Am … am … are you going to make me evil?”
“Evil?” Yoochun said with a laugh. “No. You’re already evil.”
His eyes narrowed.
“He who hates with no cause or justice is evil. He who hates with cause or justice is damned. I don’t hate you. I don’t hate humans. They piss me off, but I’m old enough to know that as long as I survive, the humans of this world will die and be replaced with others, and different rules and laws will govern my life. You? You’re just going to die.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
“He won’t,” Changmin said behind Yoochun, “but I might. That was my mate you humans kidnapped.”
Junho cringed away and tried to slide back on the table despite his bonds.
“His name is Junho,” Yoochun said to Changmin.
“And?”
“Nothing. That’s all I’ve gotten from him.”
Changmin sighed. And we’re sure he’s Yunho’s mate?
Yep.
Molted.
Yep.
I really, really want to hurt him.
Me, too. How is Junsu?
Resting. Jaejoong?
Cooking. Yunho is with him.
Changmin walked over to the table. The human shrunk further back.
“Calm down,” Changmin said. “The only reason you’re not dead already is because you’re Yunho’s mate, and if you don’t want to believe that, then fine, don’t, but at least thank him for your life. I am going to release the bindings on your legs, but if you try to kick me, I’m going to rip your feet off.”
Junho nodded.
Changmin released the bindings. “Now, I’m going to look at this bump on your head and make sure you’re okay. Yoochun smacked you good.”
“Fucker shot me,” Yoochun muttered.
“I’m sure you deserved it,” Changmin said.
“That’s what Yunho said!”
Changmin smirked. “Sit up.”
Junho tried, but couldn’t. As he started to fall from the table, Changmin grabbed him and straightened him out.
“See?” Changmin said. “If I wanted you hurt, I’d have let you fall off the table and laughed at you.”
“Whatever.”
Changmin scowled at him.
“Oh yeah. And the guy is a smart ass,” Yoochun said.
“He’s perfect for Yunho then.”
Yoochun felt Yunho hovering in the hallway while Changmin ran a diagnostic test on Junho.
Scan him for a transmitter, Yunho said. Just in case. I don’t … don’t want to lose him right after I found him.
Good idea, Changmin replied. He pulled the detector from the cabinet.
Junho’s eyes went wide. “So that’s how … how did you get x-ray bar?”
Changmin smirked. “The human who had it had an encounter with someone who he shot and I had to relieve him of his arms, so he was unable to use it afterward.”
“You … you …”
Changmin raised a single eyebrow. “Yes, I did. You’re lucky Yoochun didn’t decide to take your arms off. Now hold still.”
Junho’s almost snarled at him. “I’m not tagged like some animal-”
The bar beeped right above Junho’s thigh. Changmin changed the wand to the x-ray picture.
“You were saying?” Changmin said as he moved the wand over Junho’s torso. It beeped again, showing a transmitter imbedded in his lung.
Changmin double checked; no other beeps sounded.
Junho looked confused. “Why would I have to be tagged?”
“I’m staring to think all humans are tagged,” Changmin said. “The more risky you are of dissenting, the more transmitters you’ll have in you. Government control. Welcome to our world.”
“But-but they tag you for protection.”
“And tell me that’s not why they tag you,” Changmin said. “If someone decided to revolt, that human could not hide and the government could find them. I’m not really surprised. I never thought to check humans for tags before, but I’m going to go to the council tonight and let them know. The unfortunate thing is that like your transmitters, it seems that humans are tagged close to or in major arteries and organs. If we try to remove your transmitters, you’ll die.”
“So what does that mean for me?” Junho asked.
Changmin smirked again. “You stay here, you never again see the outside world or breathe fresh air. Or you let Yunho turn you, and we can remove the transmitters during that process, like we did with Jaejoong.”
“Jaejoong … is human?”
“Was,” Yoochun corrected. “He’s only been an Avixiary for a little over a week.”
“Either way,” Changmin said, “you’re not leaving here and revealing my location to the government, so consider yourself a permanent resident. Your hands will stay bound behind your back until we can trust you.”
“Breakfast is ready!” Jaejoong shouted from the kitchen.
Changmin sighed. “Will you remind him he can speak mentally, please?” he muttered.
Yoochun chuckled. “I like hearing him scream.”
“God, that was lame,” Changmin said. He left the main room, calling over his shoulder. “Yoochun, escort him to the kitchen.”
After a moment of sizing each other up, Yoochun said, “Can you stand up alright? Sometimes after concussions, you can be woozy.”
Junho jumped from the table. He swayed for a moment, but managed to keep his balance. Yoochun moved next to him, but did not touch him. “Grab me if you think you’re going to fall. Yunho is in enough distress right now. I’d hate to see him get all weepy if you were injured.”
Shut up, gnat,
Yoochun smiled, and Junho jerked a bit like he’d been smacked. “Was … was that …”
“Yeah, that was Yunho.”
Junho shook his head, like he was trying to clear it.
Yoochun led them into the kitchen. Jaejoong smiled at him from behind the counter. Yunho was sitting on the far edge of the bench running along the table. Junsu was sitting in Changmin’s lap, eyes shut. The red marks on his arm had faded. Yoochun moved to him and kissed Junsu’s forehead.
Hey SuSu.
Junsu smiled, but didn’t open his eyes. Hey, Chunnie.
How are you feeling?
Tired.
Changmin is insatiable, huh?
Junsu laughed.
The human stood in the middle of the kitchen. Yoochun gestured to the spot next to Yunho. “Sit.”
Junho looked at Yunho, the bench, Yunho, the bench. His uncertainty was almost palpable.
Yunho bit his lip and turned his head in rejection.
Junho jerked again and then hastily sat down. Yunho helped steady him when he almost fell because of his bound arms. The air around them wavered when they touched and Junho almost lost his balance as he tried to slide away from Yunho, but Yoochun sat right next to him, and he slid back toward Yunho to keep from being next to Yoochun.
Jaejoong, all smiles and let’s not make this awkward feelings, brought over a huge tray full of rice and meat and eggs.
“Looks good, Jaejoong,” Yoochun said.
“I know. How’s the food look?” Jaejoong asked and licked his lower lip.
Yoochun tried to be upset, but he laughed and pulled Jaejoong into his lap.
“Mind telling me how I’m supposed to eat?” Junho asked.
Yoochun met Yunho’s eyes and Yunho looked unsure, but he nodded. “I’ll feed you. If … if you’ll let me.” He kept his eyes downcast.
Is it possible that Yunho is a sub-mate? Changmin asked Yoochun privately.
Looks like it, but … yeah, that’s weird.
Interesting. Now to convince the human.
It’ll be easier if he’s the dom, because he’s not going to want to share Yunho at all.
Again, interesting. I say we take advantage of that.
Yep. Already working on it.
“I’ll feed you if you’d prefer,” Yoochun said.
Junho shook his head. “No … no, I … maybe I’m not hungry?”
“You’re hungry,” Changmin and Yoochun both said.
“We can feel it,” Changmin elaborated. “Just let Yunho feed you. God. You’re such a little walking gnat.”
Yunho glared at him, and Yoochun smirked at the challenge suddenly sparking in the air. Junho shivered and shifted, but after looking at Yunho (who was still glaring at Changmin), he sighed. “Fine.”
It was like Yunho had been told he could fly during the day. His face lit up with a smile and very cautiously, he filled chopsticks full of food and held it out for Junho. His hand shook with his excitement. Junho shook his head in wonder and was silent while Yunho fed him.
“Feed me,” Jaejoong said.
“You can feed yourself,” Yoochun replied.
“So can he, you just have him tied up.”
“Which is why Yunho is feeding him.”
“Then tie me up and feed me,” Jae said, voice sultry.
“You haven’t tied him up yet?” Junsu said suddenly, pulling away from Changmin’s neck, eyes wide.
“No. He hasn’t,” Jae said and pouted.
“You’re missing out,” Changmin said and nuzzled Junsu’s back.
“Can you … please … I mean …” Junho sighed. “Just stop.”
“Ooh, let’s do what the human says,” Junsu said with anger in his voice.
“SuSu,” Yunho said and bit his lip.
“Whatever, Yunho. I’m not exactly happy with him or with the others that decided to net me midflight.”
“I know … I know … but …”
Junsu sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. Changmin, can we go back to bed? My body is yelling at me that it’s daylight.”
Changmin kissed his cheek. “Yeah. We’ll go.” Changmin stood up without dislodging Junsu. Junsu picked up their plate of food and Changmin carried them from the kitchen.
“It’s … it’s daylight?” Junho said. “I … I thought you couldn’t do anything during the daytime.”
“We can’t,” Yoochun said. “When we’re in like direct light. But we’re about five hundred feet below ground right now. We know it’s daylight, but without the sun there, we’re able to move around down here.”
“I-I need to sleep,” Yunho said.
“And what am I supposed to do while you all take a nap?”
Yoochun let his fangs free and smiled at Junho. “We don’t mind having a snack before bed.”
“Yoochun!”
“I’m kidding, Yunho.”
“Can we go have a snack, Chunnie?” Jae asked, licking up Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun shivered. “Yeah, let’s go.”
“Yoochun,” Yunho said again, biting his lower lip.
“What?”
I … I don’t want to be alone with him.
Why not? He seems most comfortable with you. If we get out of here and leave you two alone, maybe he’ll actually talk to you.
Yunho frowned and looked away. He nodded once.
Yoochun stood up, lifting Jaejoong. “If you need to get away from the human, you can join us whenever you want, Yunho.”
I don’t want to share you, Jaejoong said with a mental pout.
I know. We’re doing it to make Junho get all possessive of him. Act it up.
Jaejoong smiled and turned smoldering eyes to Yunho. “You should come with us now,” he said, letting his eyes turn red.
Junho shivered.
“Please, Yunnie,” Jaejoong said. “You haven’t fucked me for months. You haven’t fucked me since I’ve been Avixiary. And you fucked Junsu with Changmin the other night and I want to do that, too. I’ve never been doubled up before. You should-“
“He doesn’t want to,” Junho snapped.
Yoochun smiled at the human. “Or you don’t want him to?”
Junho glowered and turned his head away.
Yunho looked at him anxiously. “I don’t want to.”
“Whatever,” Junho said and shifted his shoulders, trying to find some comfort in being restrained.
“Let’s go,” Jae said with a whine. “Yunnie’s not going to and I want you now.”
They left the kitchen.
Do you think it’s safe to leave them alone? Jae asked.
Yes. Junho can’t hurt him physically. If he’s an utter bastard, then he’ll hurt Yunho’s feelings, but every time Junho does that, it hurts him too. He’ll learn really fast not to.
So it’s okay if I’m not that worried about him and I’m more focused on you tying me up and fucking me?
Yoochun laughed as they entered their bedroom.
“Yoochun?”
“Huh?”
Yoochun laid Jaejoong on the bed.
“Will … will you control me?”
Yoochun smirked. “Why?”
“I … I want you to, that’s why.”
Yoochun left Jae on the bed and moved to the dresser. He opened the bottom drawer and tossed a simple command at Jaejoong. Undress.
The sounds of Jae stripping filled the room while Yoochun rummaged in the drawer, looking for and finding the length of rope stashed there.
Thank you, Yoochun sent to a very lust-filled Changmin.
You never know when you’re in a room and you’re going to need to tie your mate down, Changmin sent back.
Part 10: Flights of Control
Part 8: Flights of Recovery
Part 7: Flights of Abduction
Part 6: Flights of Passion
Part 5: Flights of Suspicion
Part 4: Flights of Change
Part 3: Flights of Freedom
Part 2: Flights of Desperation
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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