Cat Scratch Fever 3/3
Title: Cat Scratch Fever 3/3
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu (Yunho/Yoochun BFFery)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: When I read something about them that I don't like, I take over their lives and write a fanfic about it, but I cannot do this in real life.
Summary: The locals on FLine 7 are sexy, exotic, and more than willing to fuck a lonely pilot. Yunho stops there so Yoochun can visit his catboy, with no intention of finding his own, but Jaejoong gets under his skin (in more ways than one), and Yunho finds himself willing to do anything for him.
Warning: Sci-fi fic, prostitution, cat!Jaejoong, cat!Junsu
A/N: This fic is for vk_loli again, because she was driving while I told her about this story on our way to Casper, WY. I wasn't going to write it, but ... yeah ...
The title was inspired by this song. And the lyrics work very well with Jaejoong's job description: Cat Scratch Fever by Ted Nugent
Poster made by ponyboy! Thank you, darling! I love it!!
Part 3: Why A Tail and Claws and Purring are Worth More than a Million Credits of Cadmium
A few weeks later, the atmosphere in their ship was getting a little better. Yoochun hadn’t moped for too long, and he was smiling again.
It didn’t hit Yunho how much Yoochun loved Junsu until they made a stop on some rock that had more bars than native people. Yoochun had a few drinks, but refused to go to bed with anyone.
“I promised Junsu that I wouldn’t,” he whispered as he ignored another cute girl vying for his attention.
“Considering his profession, that makes no sense.”
“I know. But I told him that I would be faithful enough for the both of us.”
Yunho sipped at his drink in wonder. Yoochun always went to bed with someone.
And then Yunho couldn’t either. A cute pilot was making eyes at him from across the bar, and at first Yunho was interested. The man had long, long, long legs, but when he came around the bar and introduced himself as Changmin, Yunho kept chatting to a minimum and ignored his hints and overtures.
“What was wrong with him?” Yoochun asked as soon as the man grew frustrated and left.
Yunho shrugged. The excuse He wasn’t Jaejoong stuck in his throat.
Yoochun sighed. “Let’s get out of here.”
They left the bar and the planet that night.
“I think we’re both fucked,” Yoochun said later in the day.
Yunho curled into bed with him and nodded. “Yep.”
“God, I … I don’t even want you anymore. How fucked up is that?”
Yunho laughed. He rolled them over and pinned Yoochun below him. Their kiss was soft until Yoochun broke away with a ragged gasp. Yunho held him.
“I asked him to come with me,” Yoochun said. “He said he couldn’t, that he helped support his family with his job and … god, Yunho. I keep thinking about other men, other creatures, touching him and it makes me so mad.”
Yunho nodded. “I know.”
And just like that, Yoochun was depressed again. Yunho did his best to take care of him, to hold him when he needed it. A couple months later, when they finally picked up a supply run that would take them nearer to FLine 7, Yoochun almost fainted from joy. He charted their trip and made sure to give themselves a full week off to spend on FLine 7.
Yunho was happy that Yoochun was happy again, and he couldn’t wait to see Jaejoong.
(~^_^~)
“Fuck! Yunho! Fuck!”
Yunho sat up straight in bed. What the … ? Yoochun? No alarms, just …
Feet pounded on the metal floor and then his door swung open.
“Good, you’re awake. Come on. There’s, fuck, an issue.”
Yoochun grabbed his arm and pulled him. He didn’t let Yunho put on his boots.
“Wait, Yoochun, what. The floor is cold.”
“A group of Rubutians pirates have decided that FLine 7 is theirs and the inhabitants have forty eight hours to evacuate.”
Yunho stopped in his tracks and Yoochun jerked him into movement again. “What are you talking about?”
Yoochun pushed Yunho into a chair and then pointed at the distress signal. It was brief. Just as Yoochun had said. Anyone who could leave was being evacuated. Women and children first.
“How old is this message?” Yunho demanded.
“A few hours.”
“How long until we get there?”
His fingers flew on the key with the intention of changing their course, but Yoochun had already done it.
“Thirty hours.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
Yunho met his eyes. “We need to dump our cargo.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “That’s a million credits in cadmium.”
“Yeah. If we don’t have to lug it around, then we can get there faster. We leave a beacon by it and maybe we can pick it up later.”
“Or someone else will steal it.”
“You willing to risk Junsu’s life on a load of cadmium?”
Yoochun bit his lower lip and shook his head. “No.”
“Okay, then.”
Yunho turned back to his control and after a deep breath did the stupidest thing he’s ever done and dumped a million credits of cadmium into empty space. He remapped their course. Without the weight, their time of arrival dropped to twenty five hours.
Neither of them slept, and they watched the stars streak past the view portal. Yunho set up an alarm to go off when they were within communication of the planet. As soon as it beeped, Yunho opened transmission. He identified himself and his ship.
A crackly voice demanded to know what his purpose was.
“You’re talking to the Rubutians,” Yoochun said quickly. He pulled up an aerial map of FLine 7. More than thirty ships were in their atmosphere.
The crackly voice spoke again.
“Just here to get a few friends before you guys take over. We still have time,” Yunho said quickly.
There was a tense moment of silence, and then the voice said, “You may proceed, Jung Yunho. You have eighteen hours.”
“I’m really confused why the Federation isn’t here protecting this planet.”
Yunho scoffed. “What do they have that the Federation would waste resources on? FLine 7 has no space program and no natural resources. They’re not even a legitimate port and they’re far enough away to make a perfect spot for a pirates’ cove. I think the Rubutians only gave them forty eight hours because they knew that most would be unable to get away.”
Yoochun frowned. “That’s …”
“I know.”
Yunho brought up the coordinates for the Purple Line.
“We’re not going to be able to land anywhere near there without destroying the place and kicking up a shitload of dirt.”
Yunho remembered the field in the gardens. “Do you have a better idea?”
“No.”
Every thirty minutes, Yunho tried to contact the Purple Line.
“Are the communications blocked?” Yoochun asked again.
“I can’t tell yet, but I don’t think so. If they were, we’d have no signal, but there is a signal.”
At twelve hours, they finally contacted someone. “Who is this?”
“This is Jung Yunho, captain of the freighter ship, Bambi. I’m looking for Kim Junsu and Kim Jaejoong.”
Static answered him.
“Hello?” Yunho said, and then shouted into the phone. He sighed when there was no answer.
But a few seconds later a voice said, “Yunho?”
“Jaejoong!”
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Yunho scoffed. “What do you mean what am I doing here? What are you still doing there? You need to get off planet.”
“If it was that easy do you think we’d still be here? We don’t have enough vessels on this planet and as soon as the Rubutians showed up, most of the visitors took off.”
“What about your family?” Yunho asked.
Jae sighed. “They’re … they’re safe.”
He didn’t elaborate.
“Jaejoong, we are less than three hours from your atmosphere. We can set down in that field in four.”
Silence.
“Jaejoong?”
“You’re pretty stupid.”
Yunho turned to Yoochun. “How many people do you think we can fit in this ship?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Depends on how tightly squished they want to be.”
“Jaejoong. How many of you are there?”
“Flying in with a hero complex, huh?”
“Jaejoong.”
“Fine, fine. If you want to do this, who am I to stop you? Right now, I’d say there are thirty of us. Mainly staff, a few of the staffs’ families.”
“I have an empty cargo bay. I can fit five or six times that many in it if you guys don’t mind being a little chilly and squished.”
Silence again.
“Jaejoong?”
“You’re just … you’re unbelievable, Jung Yunho.”
“Is Junsu there?”
“Yeah. He’s right here.”
“Okay. Yoochun is almost freaking out next to me. Let Junsu talk to him for a minute, but send word or … whatever, I don’t know. I mean, I can transport a lot of you, but probably not all that need it. Or …”
“I’ll figure that out, Yunho. Don’t worry.”
“Make sure you bring blankets and food.”
“I will.”
“See you soon.”
Yunho held the transmitter to Yoochun. He half listened to the lovey dovey conversation he had with Junsu and started planning their landing. He hadn’t had to land in such a small space for a long time. He hated waiting, and the time seemed to tick by. He pulled on his flight suit and went to the cargo bay. Cold, empty, unprofitable cargo bay.
“Can we risk running some heat into here?” Yoochun asked at his elbow. “These kitties are going to freeze.”
Yunho shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll see what I can figure out. It shouldn’t be too hard to reconfigure the heat ducts since the
parts are brand new.”
“Don’t do too much. They won’t be on here long.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’ll have to take them to a Federation outpost. Where are they taking the other refugees?”
“Closest outpost, I guess. Junsu says not very many people have been able to leave. They aren’t prepared for something like this at all.”
Yunho sighed.
“Don’t beat yourself up,” Yoochun said and slapped his shoulder. “There’s only so much you can do, and you’re already doing more than you have to. You’re a good man, Yunho. You always have been.”
“You are, too.”
“Yeah, but I’m a sleazy bastard underneath all the good.”
“No. You’re good under all the sleazy bastard.”
Yoochun laughed. “Come on. Let’s land this ship and become a floating animal shelter.”
“I’m going to tell Junsu you said that.”
(~^_^~)
They entered the atmosphere and were told by the pirates that they had less than eight hours. Yunho didn’t know how their math added to less than eight hours, but he wasn’t about to argue.
Yunho and Yoochun stared in awe out the view portal as the Purple Line came into view. There were lots of FLines there. They were in groups, and Yunho smiled. Everything was organized. That’d make it faster.
“Tell me again why we’re doing this,” Yunho asked.
“You’re in love with Jaejoong,” Yoochun said.
Yunho looked at him sharply.
He smirked and shrugged. “Don’t try to deny it.”
He didn’t. They landed and Yunho set the engines on idle. He couldn’t shut them all off or he’d never have time to reheat them and take off. He lowered the hatch on the cargo bay. He and Yoochun left the shift.
As soon as he dropped out of the hatch, he heard his name shouted. He caught sight of a blond blur, golden in the afternoon light, and then arms wrapped around his neck, legs went around his waist and he almost fell back as Jaejoong held him tightly. He was shaking.
“I … they can’t all come. I … There’s not enough room for them all and what are they going to do and …”
Yunho said nothing, but held him and ran a hand over his hair.
Yoochun had his arms full of Junsu.
A throat cleared, and Jaejoong hastily moved away from Yunho. He bowed his head.
The FLine before him was an imposing man, almost as tall as Yunho, probably the tallest FLine he’d met.
“You have my thanks, Jung Yunho, captain of the Freighter Bambi. I am Siwon, Councilor of this province. Jaejoong contacted us and told us that you had room available. We already have secured our children and hope that you don’t mind taking some of our youth, those young enough to learn to fight and take our home back from the invaders, but not so young that they will forget where they have come from. We may not hold the most respected place in society, but we have our history and our beliefs. We do not wish for it all to die.”
Yunho nodded. “I wish I had a fleet of ships, Councilor.”
He smiled. “You are already doing more than you must. If you’ll excuse me, there is still much to do.”
Yunho bowed and he left. The FLines were already filling the cargo bay of his ship. Others were packing it full of blankets and bags.
Jaejoong curled into his body again.
“What’s in the giant bags?” Yoochun asked.
“Kitty litter,” Jaejoong said with a smile.
Junsu whined and clung to Yoochun tightly.
“Sorry, SuSu. Bad joke.” Jae leaned over enough to rub his cheek on Junsu’s shoulder. “It’s food. Dried coconut can last for a long time. But there’s also dried meat and other vegetables. And lots of fresh water.”
Yunho shook his head. “I didn’t even think about that.”
Jae grinned. “That’s because humans are stupid.”
Yunho hugged him tightly. “Or it’s because you felines makes us stupid from love.”
Jae’s smile fell and he pushed back enough to meet Yunho’s eyes. “Yeah, you’re a stupid human.”
“I know.”
“Come on. We have to get going,” Yoochun said. “The take off alone is going to take a couple hours.”
(~^_^~)
They left the atmosphere of the planet with an hour to spare. As FLine 7 grew distant in their windows, Yunho sighed. Jaejoong kissed his cheek.
Yoochun and Junsu had disappeared as soon as Yunho no longer needed a copilot for navigation. Jaejoong sat in Yoochun’s chair, bundled up against the cold in Yunho’s flight jacket and a scarf and some gloves.
“So now what?” Jaejoong asked.
“We find someplace for you to go. You file a complaint with the Federation. They cut through a bunch of red tape for a few years in which time, the pirates have stripped your world of everything that it used to be and then the Federation takes it back, and you get to go home.”
“Or?”
“I’m not sure there are any other options, Jaejoong. You’re so remote, you’re barely considered an outpost. The Federation is fighting space wars with other worlds. It will take time.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yeah. I’m … I’m going to go down to the cargo bay for a little while.”
“Okay.” Jae kissed his cheek again and then left Yunho to his thoughts.
And his thoughts were confused.
Did he love Jaejoong? Yunho didn’t think so, this being only the second time they’d seen each other. Yoochun loved Junsu; he’d been seeing Junsu for years. Was that possible with Jaejoong? He’d been thinking of nothing but Jaejoong for weeks, but he figured it was little more than lust, even if Jaejoong was more than just a gorgeous body.
And now, as he lost money and would probably end up paying for the cadmium he dumped?
Well, it was the right thing to do no matter who it was that needed rescuing.
A few hours later, no where near closer to a conclusion on his feelings for Jaejoong, Yoochun came into the bridge. His hand was laced together with Junsu’s gloved one. He was wrapped up in Yoochun’s jacket and a scarf. Only the shock of his red hair and his bright green eyes could be seen.
“You need to sleep,” Yoochun said and slapped the back of Yunho’s head.
“Ow, fucker.”
“Go to sleep. I’ll be in charge for a little while.”
Yunho knew he was right. He left the cockpit and headed down the halls to his room. He felt restless and crowded, even though the FLine’s respected his ship and only left the cargo bay to use the nearest waste facility. He knew there were hundreds of people on his ship, even if he couldn’t see them.
The door to his room slid open, revealing a lump of something on his bed. A golden tail stuck out from the covers, waving lazily against the bed. It made a hissing noise on the rough sheets.
Yunho let the door shut.
Jaejoong turned his head and smiled. “Yoochun showed me where your room was.”
“I figured.”
Jae rolled over and propped up on his elbows. “You want me to leave.”
“No,” Yunho said immediately. “Sorry, I’m tired.” He undressed, almost embarrassed, which was stupid because Jae had seen him naked for two days. The room was cold. Yoochun had figured out how to redirect some of the heat into the cargo bay. That just meant there was less everywhere else, but Yunho didn’t mind. The poor FLiners were probably freezing.
“Everyone okay in storage?” Yunho asked as he slipped on a pair of sweat pants and thermal shirt.
Jaejoong smiled. “Yeah. Cold, but hopeful and … yeah. Surviving, you know.”
Yunho nodded. He went to a locker and pulled out his extra blankets before joining Jaejoong in bed. He immediately had warm FLine around his body, and purring vibrated on his skin.
Yunho wondered how he managed to sleep without Jaejoong and his purring next to him over the last couple months.
“Why did you come back for us?” Jaejoong whispered. His claws formed divots into Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho shivered. “Yoochun loves Junsu. We had to make sure he was okay. And we were coming back anyway.”
Jaejoong propped up and smiled at him. “Really?”
“Yeah. We were planning a vacation.”
“Addicted to me, huh?”
Yunho nodded. His brain was still warring with his heart, but having Jaejoong so close, his heart was winning. Jaejoong straddled Yunho’s waist. He fought with the blankets, making sure they were over his shoulders. His tail curled around his body, the tip moving along Yunho’s arm. He put his hands on Yunho’s chest, claws pushing into the skin. The small pricks of pain didn’t hurt enough for Yunho to tell him to remove them. Yunho settled his hands on Jaejoong’s hips, fingertips dipping into his black pants. He moved them lightly over the fur.
“A lot of men and women have fallen in love with me,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho opened his mouth to say something, but Jaejoong continued. “A lot of them have promised me unattainable things, things I didn’t want. I don’t think any of them would have come for me.”
“Jae … I …”
Jae smiled and moved his claws, pulling a hiss from Yunho’s mouth. “I am not asking for a declaration of love, Yunho. That would be insane. I don’t even know you.”
Yunho sighed. “And that means?”
Jaejoong shrugged, a small smirk pulling at his lips. “That I won’t believe you if you say you love me, but I’m also not opposed to seeing where things go.”
Yunho ran his hands up Jaejoong’s side. He unzipped the flight jacket.
Jaejoong whined and tried to keep the jacket closed. “It’s cold.”
“Let me make you hot,” Yunho said with a leer.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “I’ve just been uprooted from my home and you want to fuck me?”
Yunho frowned. “Good point. Sorry.”
Jae smirked. He unzipped the jacket. When the blankets fell off his shoulders, he shivered and sped up, tossing the jacket to the floor. His long sleeved shirt soon followed, and then he flipped around, back to Yunho’s chest as he shimmied out of his black pants. Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong as he pulled the blankets over his naked skin. He rubbed up and down Jae’s chest and stomach. Jaejoong’s skin was cool on Yunho’s hands.
“So warm,” Jae crooned and tilted his head back.
Their lips pressed together and Jae moaned, rolling his hips over Yunho’s crotch.
“I have missed you,” Yunho said against his lips.
“That I’ll believe.”
Fabric tore and there was a sharp pain along Yunho’s chest. He pushed Jae’s shoulders up. Jae gave him an unrepentant smile and continued turning Yunho’s shirt into shreds. He leaned over him and licked up the scratch on Yunho’s chest. It stung and Yunho’s mouth opened with a deep gasp.
“Fuck, Jaejoong.” His hands tightened on Jaejoong’s hips and he jerked his hips up.
Jae hooked his fingers on Yunho’s sweats and yanked down, not careful with his claws and a scratch of red blossomed on each of Yunho’s hips. He swore again.
“There’s lube in …”
Jaejoong laughed and pulled out a bottle of lube from the edge of the bed. “Already prepared.”
Yunho shook his head. “Jae. I want to play-”
Jae kissed him. “Not like that. I didn’t stretch myself. I just knew it wouldn’t take long to seduce you and I didn’t want to get out of the warmth of the bed for supplies.”
“So arrogant.”
“Comes with being an FLine. Now prep me and fuck me.” Jaejoong shoved Yunho over. He sat up and took off his tattered shirt before moving behind Jaejoong. The FLine had his face lowered to the bed, knees tucked under him. His skin was pale and cold, covered in goose bumps and shivering. He ran his hands up Jaejoong’s back, pulling different shivers from him.
Yunho hadn’t even noticed until now, it was such a part of Jaejoong. But he didn’t want to even look at it. He reached up and unclasped the collar on his neck. It clanked on the metal floor. He met Jaejoong’s eyes and said, “Only when we’re playing.”
“Aren’t we playing now?”
“No. Now, we’re getting to know each other.” Yunho ran his hands up and down Jae’s ass, fingers carding through the fur. “Isn’t that the next logical step?”
Jaejoong laughed, arching into the touches with a purr. “I like the way you do things, Jung Yunho.”
Yunho pulled a blanket over Jaejoong’s back. Jae moaned in appreciation and pulled it around his shoulders, almost covering his head, and leaving his ass and legs bare. Yunho ran his hands up the length of Jaejoong’s tail.
“I love that,” Jae said, purring, hips rolling as Yunho continued down to his hips and scratched at the patch of fur on his back.
Yunho continued down further, cupping his smooth ass and spreading him open. He leaned forward and licked up the length of Jae’s body. Jae meowed low and fabric ripped.
“Sorry,” he gasped as Yunho licked him again.
Yunho didn’t care about blankets and pillows. He licked Jae’s body, forced his tongue into Jae’s tight entrance. A mixture of yowls and purring and curses filled the room as Jae stretched his arms out and kneaded the bed, back arching, hips rolling.
“Fuck, Yunho, fingers, fingers, fingers, inside me, please.”
Yunho soaked a finger in spit and pressed the tip against Jae’s entrance. Jae jerked his hips back and it slipped into him to the knuckle. They both moaned. Yunho pushed it in the rest of the way and then continued licking around it as he pumped it in and out of Jae’s body.
“More, more, more.”
Yunho added a second finger. Jae hissed from the intrusion. Yunho sat up, found the bottle of lube and upended it, squeezing a stream on Jae’s ass and his fingers still pushed inside him. He stretched his fingers, spread them and pulled them out, twisting, moving harder and faster as Jaejoong cried out and tried to push back on them.
“Roll over,” Yunho said.
Jae whined when he removed his fingers, but he rolled over. Yunho pushed his legs up and Jae grabbed behind his knees. Three fingers went back inside his body. Jae meowed loudly and gasped as Yunho fucked him harder. His cock was hard and leaking, twitching every time Yunho’s fingers pushed deep inside him.
Yunho spread his own legs, enough to lean down and suck Jae’s cock into his mouth.
Jae let go of his knees and a hand complete with claws ended up in Yunho’s back. Yunho gasped around Jae’s cock, but didn’t stop sucking.
“Yunho, fuck, Yunho, Yun-yeow.” His mouth open, tongue out, Jae panted. His body shook and then with a harsh twist of Yunho’s fingers, he screamed and pumped come into Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho swallowed the first shot and then pulled away, watching as white covered Jae’s abs. He removed his fingers from Jae’s body.
“So beautiful.”
Without letting Jaejoong recover, he pushed Jae’s knees up and thrust into Jae’s body.
Jae meowed long and loud, hips jerking. The force pushed Yunho forward and he fell over Jae, shoving his cock in deeper. His eyes shut as Jae clenched around him and then he moved, in and out, quick, fast, hard. Jae cried out and Yunho screamed as claws dug into his back again.
“Fucking cat,” Yunho growled and rotated his shoulder.
Jae smiled through his gasps and moved his claws down, pulling another scream from Yunho. The pain merged with the lust and Yunho sped up, slamming into Jaejoong’s body until his orgasm was so powerful that he almost blacked out as he pumped Jaejoong full of come.
He collapsed on top of Jaejoong and gasped.
“You’re squishing me,” Jae said.
“You shredded my back, so I don’t really care.”
Jae chuckled and kissed Yunho’s shoulder. The purring started and after only a few moments of feeling it vibrate through his body, Yunho was ready for more. He scooped his arms under Jae’s shoulders and rolled them over. He slipped out of Jae’s body, but only for a moment as Jaejoong caught his intentions and impaled himself on Yunho’s cock. Jae meowed quietly and sighed, head back eyes shut. He moved slowly, hands gripping Yunho’s chest.
“No claws,” Yunho said as the scratches on his back stung.
Jae smiled. “No fun.” But he was good.
Yunho held his hips and lifted him up and down. They both moaned as Jae tightened around his body. Neither said anything. Yunho watched as Jae’s pale skin grew flush with warmth and passion. His tail was snapping behind him with every up and down on Yunho’s cock. He bit his lower lip in between licking it with that pick tongue. Yunho sat up and they rearranged until Jae’s legs were around his waist. Movements were shallow. Their lips met and Yunho kissed him for what felt like hours. He lowered Jaejoong to the bed and pinned his arms above his head.
Jae pouted but Yunho smiled and kissed it away. “No pain this time. Even if I love it.”
Yunho entered his body slowly, rolling his hips around, pulling small meows and mewls from Jae. Jae’s tail twitched along his legs and then lifted up. Yunho shivered as the tip caressed the curves of his ass.
“I … fuck, Yunho, I … I need to stroke myself. Please.”
Yunho grinned and let go of one hand. The other he kept pinned. Jae stroked himself, fingers curling around his cock tightly. Yunho shifted his body up to give Jae room, but also to watch. One day he was going to just watch Jae stroke himself off. Though he’d probably have to be tied up because he’d want to touch and fuck Jae himself.
Yunho kissed his cheek and then moved down to this bare neck. There was a faint line of lighter skin on his neck. Yunho ran his tongue over it and then left a series of hickys along it. Jae moaned and squirmed underneath him. His body clenched at Yunho’s cock with every stroke.
Their orgasms built slowly, waved and grew with kissing and tongues and touches. Jaejoong’s purrs grew stronger, and for a moment, Yunho thought he was purring, too. Jaejoong came between their bodies with whimpering meows. His sweat-soaked body shivered as he calmed himself down. Yunho kissed him again, breaking away with a gasp as he shook, orgasm rushing through him. He shut his eyes tightly and moaned as Jaejoong leaned up and bit down on his lower lip.
“So good,” Jae whispered.
Yunho nodded. “Amazing.”
“At least no matter where I end up, I’ll always be able to make good money.”
Yunho frowned. “Jae … I …”
Jae kissed him. “Don’t talk. I was teasing and you’re going to say something stupid because you’re in that after sex glow.”
Yunho knew he was right. He carefully pulled out of Jae’s body and they cuddled together. Jae pulled a blanket over them.
“I didn’t pay attention to the cold for a little while,” he said, eyelids lowering slowly.
Yunho held him close and ran his hands up and down Jae’s back for more warmth. Jae’s purring settled into a steady rhythm of sleep. Yunho ran his fingers through the ends of his blond hair.
Maybe he loved the beautiful FLine. Maybe it was just a desperate need to love him. But he had some time to figure it out. A week on the ship and then maybe he’d ask Jaejoong to come with them. He knew that they were going to have Junsu as a new companion on the ship. Maybe Jaejoong wouldn’t mind so much because of that.
Maybe Yunho was deluding himself, thinking that Jaejoong would want to.
He watched him sleep, arms curled up under his chest, tail twitching.
Yunho wanted to love him. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s bare shoulder.
“Hey,” Yoochun said and Yunho flipped his head around. He hadn’t heard his door open.
“What’s up?”
“Just checking up on you. You’ve been in here for hours.”
“You told me to sleep.”
Yoochun smiled and took a heavy breath of the heady smell of sex in the air. “Doesn’t smell like you’ve been sleeping.”
“I’m working on it.”
“And you should put some ointment on those scratches on your back. Little masochistic now?”
Yunho shivered.
“How is Jae?”
“Surviving.”
“Is he coming with us after we drop everyone else off?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t asked him to.”
“You should. Junsu wants him to, and he’s been thinking about it.”
“How do you know?”
“I was talking to him earlier. You made an impression on him, Yunho. No one has ever cared about him before. I think you should give it a chance.”
Yunho nodded. “I will.”
“Good. The FLines brought some water, but we’re going to have to stop to get some more. I put in a flight pattern for the closest system. We should be there in three days.”
“Okay.”
“I’m ordering you to sleep.”
Yunho saluted him. “Aye, aye, sir.”
Yoochun grinned and left the room.
Jaejoong stirred and murmured his name. Yunho cuddled close to him and held Jaejoong’s shivering body. He had to wake him up and get a layer of clothes on him. He watched Jaejoong sleep, his lashes flutter and his mouth open and close. Yunho thought he was having a nightmare, so he very carefully shook him until those golden eyes opened and focused on him.
“You okay?” Yunho asked.
“Cold,” Jae whispered, burying his face into Yunho’s neck. He rubbed his head against Yunho’s chin again.
“You should put some clothes on.”
Jae pouted. “I hate wearing clothes.”
“I like you in clothes, because then I get to take them off.”
Jae chuckled. “That’s a good reason to wear them.”
Yunho shoved his hip. “Hurry. I’ll keep the bed warm.”
Jae shivered as he flung off the blankets and with speed and dexterity pulled on Yunho’s sweats and his flight jacket.
As his fingers closed around the zipper, Yunho said, “Come with me.”
Jae froze for a moment and then zipped up the jacket. He crawled back into bed and huddled up with Yunho. “I … I’ve already been thinking about it.”
“And?”
“I don’t want to leave my people.”
Yunho’s heart broke a little and his chest tightened. He understood.
“Don’t ask me again,” Jae whispered.
“I won’t,” Yunho promised.
YooSu Interlude: Why You Should Never Trust your Navigational Equipment Right After you Narrowly Escaped being Kidnapped by Pirates because you May or May not Have Smuggled All the Plutonium Off Their Ship
BEFORE YOU ALL KILL ME! THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE!!!
Part 2: Why Collars Can Be Fun Despite Your Initial Distaste for Them
Part 1: Why One Should Not Trust Park Yoochun to Make Arrangements Regarding Accommodations
.
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu (Yunho/Yoochun BFFery)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: When I read something about them that I don't like, I take over their lives and write a fanfic about it, but I cannot do this in real life.
Summary: The locals on FLine 7 are sexy, exotic, and more than willing to fuck a lonely pilot. Yunho stops there so Yoochun can visit his catboy, with no intention of finding his own, but Jaejoong gets under his skin (in more ways than one), and Yunho finds himself willing to do anything for him.
Warning: Sci-fi fic, prostitution, cat!Jaejoong, cat!Junsu
A/N: This fic is for vk_loli again, because she was driving while I told her about this story on our way to Casper, WY. I wasn't going to write it, but ... yeah ...
The title was inspired by this song. And the lyrics work very well with Jaejoong's job description: Cat Scratch Fever by Ted Nugent
Poster made by ponyboy! Thank you, darling! I love it!!
Part 3: Why A Tail and Claws and Purring are Worth More than a Million Credits of Cadmium
A few weeks later, the atmosphere in their ship was getting a little better. Yoochun hadn’t moped for too long, and he was smiling again.
It didn’t hit Yunho how much Yoochun loved Junsu until they made a stop on some rock that had more bars than native people. Yoochun had a few drinks, but refused to go to bed with anyone.
“I promised Junsu that I wouldn’t,” he whispered as he ignored another cute girl vying for his attention.
“Considering his profession, that makes no sense.”
“I know. But I told him that I would be faithful enough for the both of us.”
Yunho sipped at his drink in wonder. Yoochun always went to bed with someone.
And then Yunho couldn’t either. A cute pilot was making eyes at him from across the bar, and at first Yunho was interested. The man had long, long, long legs, but when he came around the bar and introduced himself as Changmin, Yunho kept chatting to a minimum and ignored his hints and overtures.
“What was wrong with him?” Yoochun asked as soon as the man grew frustrated and left.
Yunho shrugged. The excuse He wasn’t Jaejoong stuck in his throat.
Yoochun sighed. “Let’s get out of here.”
They left the bar and the planet that night.
“I think we’re both fucked,” Yoochun said later in the day.
Yunho curled into bed with him and nodded. “Yep.”
“God, I … I don’t even want you anymore. How fucked up is that?”
Yunho laughed. He rolled them over and pinned Yoochun below him. Their kiss was soft until Yoochun broke away with a ragged gasp. Yunho held him.
“I asked him to come with me,” Yoochun said. “He said he couldn’t, that he helped support his family with his job and … god, Yunho. I keep thinking about other men, other creatures, touching him and it makes me so mad.”
Yunho nodded. “I know.”
And just like that, Yoochun was depressed again. Yunho did his best to take care of him, to hold him when he needed it. A couple months later, when they finally picked up a supply run that would take them nearer to FLine 7, Yoochun almost fainted from joy. He charted their trip and made sure to give themselves a full week off to spend on FLine 7.
Yunho was happy that Yoochun was happy again, and he couldn’t wait to see Jaejoong.
(~^_^~)
“Fuck! Yunho! Fuck!”
Yunho sat up straight in bed. What the … ? Yoochun? No alarms, just …
Feet pounded on the metal floor and then his door swung open.
“Good, you’re awake. Come on. There’s, fuck, an issue.”
Yoochun grabbed his arm and pulled him. He didn’t let Yunho put on his boots.
“Wait, Yoochun, what. The floor is cold.”
“A group of Rubutians pirates have decided that FLine 7 is theirs and the inhabitants have forty eight hours to evacuate.”
Yunho stopped in his tracks and Yoochun jerked him into movement again. “What are you talking about?”
Yoochun pushed Yunho into a chair and then pointed at the distress signal. It was brief. Just as Yoochun had said. Anyone who could leave was being evacuated. Women and children first.
“How old is this message?” Yunho demanded.
“A few hours.”
“How long until we get there?”
His fingers flew on the key with the intention of changing their course, but Yoochun had already done it.
“Thirty hours.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
Yunho met his eyes. “We need to dump our cargo.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “That’s a million credits in cadmium.”
“Yeah. If we don’t have to lug it around, then we can get there faster. We leave a beacon by it and maybe we can pick it up later.”
“Or someone else will steal it.”
“You willing to risk Junsu’s life on a load of cadmium?”
Yoochun bit his lower lip and shook his head. “No.”
“Okay, then.”
Yunho turned back to his control and after a deep breath did the stupidest thing he’s ever done and dumped a million credits of cadmium into empty space. He remapped their course. Without the weight, their time of arrival dropped to twenty five hours.
Neither of them slept, and they watched the stars streak past the view portal. Yunho set up an alarm to go off when they were within communication of the planet. As soon as it beeped, Yunho opened transmission. He identified himself and his ship.
A crackly voice demanded to know what his purpose was.
“You’re talking to the Rubutians,” Yoochun said quickly. He pulled up an aerial map of FLine 7. More than thirty ships were in their atmosphere.
The crackly voice spoke again.
“Just here to get a few friends before you guys take over. We still have time,” Yunho said quickly.
There was a tense moment of silence, and then the voice said, “You may proceed, Jung Yunho. You have eighteen hours.”
“I’m really confused why the Federation isn’t here protecting this planet.”
Yunho scoffed. “What do they have that the Federation would waste resources on? FLine 7 has no space program and no natural resources. They’re not even a legitimate port and they’re far enough away to make a perfect spot for a pirates’ cove. I think the Rubutians only gave them forty eight hours because they knew that most would be unable to get away.”
Yoochun frowned. “That’s …”
“I know.”
Yunho brought up the coordinates for the Purple Line.
“We’re not going to be able to land anywhere near there without destroying the place and kicking up a shitload of dirt.”
Yunho remembered the field in the gardens. “Do you have a better idea?”
“No.”
Every thirty minutes, Yunho tried to contact the Purple Line.
“Are the communications blocked?” Yoochun asked again.
“I can’t tell yet, but I don’t think so. If they were, we’d have no signal, but there is a signal.”
At twelve hours, they finally contacted someone. “Who is this?”
“This is Jung Yunho, captain of the freighter ship, Bambi. I’m looking for Kim Junsu and Kim Jaejoong.”
Static answered him.
“Hello?” Yunho said, and then shouted into the phone. He sighed when there was no answer.
But a few seconds later a voice said, “Yunho?”
“Jaejoong!”
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Yunho scoffed. “What do you mean what am I doing here? What are you still doing there? You need to get off planet.”
“If it was that easy do you think we’d still be here? We don’t have enough vessels on this planet and as soon as the Rubutians showed up, most of the visitors took off.”
“What about your family?” Yunho asked.
Jae sighed. “They’re … they’re safe.”
He didn’t elaborate.
“Jaejoong, we are less than three hours from your atmosphere. We can set down in that field in four.”
Silence.
“Jaejoong?”
“You’re pretty stupid.”
Yunho turned to Yoochun. “How many people do you think we can fit in this ship?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Depends on how tightly squished they want to be.”
“Jaejoong. How many of you are there?”
“Flying in with a hero complex, huh?”
“Jaejoong.”
“Fine, fine. If you want to do this, who am I to stop you? Right now, I’d say there are thirty of us. Mainly staff, a few of the staffs’ families.”
“I have an empty cargo bay. I can fit five or six times that many in it if you guys don’t mind being a little chilly and squished.”
Silence again.
“Jaejoong?”
“You’re just … you’re unbelievable, Jung Yunho.”
“Is Junsu there?”
“Yeah. He’s right here.”
“Okay. Yoochun is almost freaking out next to me. Let Junsu talk to him for a minute, but send word or … whatever, I don’t know. I mean, I can transport a lot of you, but probably not all that need it. Or …”
“I’ll figure that out, Yunho. Don’t worry.”
“Make sure you bring blankets and food.”
“I will.”
“See you soon.”
Yunho held the transmitter to Yoochun. He half listened to the lovey dovey conversation he had with Junsu and started planning their landing. He hadn’t had to land in such a small space for a long time. He hated waiting, and the time seemed to tick by. He pulled on his flight suit and went to the cargo bay. Cold, empty, unprofitable cargo bay.
“Can we risk running some heat into here?” Yoochun asked at his elbow. “These kitties are going to freeze.”
Yunho shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I’ll see what I can figure out. It shouldn’t be too hard to reconfigure the heat ducts since the
parts are brand new.”
“Don’t do too much. They won’t be on here long.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’ll have to take them to a Federation outpost. Where are they taking the other refugees?”
“Closest outpost, I guess. Junsu says not very many people have been able to leave. They aren’t prepared for something like this at all.”
Yunho sighed.
“Don’t beat yourself up,” Yoochun said and slapped his shoulder. “There’s only so much you can do, and you’re already doing more than you have to. You’re a good man, Yunho. You always have been.”
“You are, too.”
“Yeah, but I’m a sleazy bastard underneath all the good.”
“No. You’re good under all the sleazy bastard.”
Yoochun laughed. “Come on. Let’s land this ship and become a floating animal shelter.”
“I’m going to tell Junsu you said that.”
(~^_^~)
They entered the atmosphere and were told by the pirates that they had less than eight hours. Yunho didn’t know how their math added to less than eight hours, but he wasn’t about to argue.
Yunho and Yoochun stared in awe out the view portal as the Purple Line came into view. There were lots of FLines there. They were in groups, and Yunho smiled. Everything was organized. That’d make it faster.
“Tell me again why we’re doing this,” Yunho asked.
“You’re in love with Jaejoong,” Yoochun said.
Yunho looked at him sharply.
He smirked and shrugged. “Don’t try to deny it.”
He didn’t. They landed and Yunho set the engines on idle. He couldn’t shut them all off or he’d never have time to reheat them and take off. He lowered the hatch on the cargo bay. He and Yoochun left the shift.
As soon as he dropped out of the hatch, he heard his name shouted. He caught sight of a blond blur, golden in the afternoon light, and then arms wrapped around his neck, legs went around his waist and he almost fell back as Jaejoong held him tightly. He was shaking.
“I … they can’t all come. I … There’s not enough room for them all and what are they going to do and …”
Yunho said nothing, but held him and ran a hand over his hair.
Yoochun had his arms full of Junsu.
A throat cleared, and Jaejoong hastily moved away from Yunho. He bowed his head.
The FLine before him was an imposing man, almost as tall as Yunho, probably the tallest FLine he’d met.
“You have my thanks, Jung Yunho, captain of the Freighter Bambi. I am Siwon, Councilor of this province. Jaejoong contacted us and told us that you had room available. We already have secured our children and hope that you don’t mind taking some of our youth, those young enough to learn to fight and take our home back from the invaders, but not so young that they will forget where they have come from. We may not hold the most respected place in society, but we have our history and our beliefs. We do not wish for it all to die.”
Yunho nodded. “I wish I had a fleet of ships, Councilor.”
He smiled. “You are already doing more than you must. If you’ll excuse me, there is still much to do.”
Yunho bowed and he left. The FLines were already filling the cargo bay of his ship. Others were packing it full of blankets and bags.
Jaejoong curled into his body again.
“What’s in the giant bags?” Yoochun asked.
“Kitty litter,” Jaejoong said with a smile.
Junsu whined and clung to Yoochun tightly.
“Sorry, SuSu. Bad joke.” Jae leaned over enough to rub his cheek on Junsu’s shoulder. “It’s food. Dried coconut can last for a long time. But there’s also dried meat and other vegetables. And lots of fresh water.”
Yunho shook his head. “I didn’t even think about that.”
Jae grinned. “That’s because humans are stupid.”
Yunho hugged him tightly. “Or it’s because you felines makes us stupid from love.”
Jae’s smile fell and he pushed back enough to meet Yunho’s eyes. “Yeah, you’re a stupid human.”
“I know.”
“Come on. We have to get going,” Yoochun said. “The take off alone is going to take a couple hours.”
(~^_^~)
They left the atmosphere of the planet with an hour to spare. As FLine 7 grew distant in their windows, Yunho sighed. Jaejoong kissed his cheek.
Yoochun and Junsu had disappeared as soon as Yunho no longer needed a copilot for navigation. Jaejoong sat in Yoochun’s chair, bundled up against the cold in Yunho’s flight jacket and a scarf and some gloves.
“So now what?” Jaejoong asked.
“We find someplace for you to go. You file a complaint with the Federation. They cut through a bunch of red tape for a few years in which time, the pirates have stripped your world of everything that it used to be and then the Federation takes it back, and you get to go home.”
“Or?”
“I’m not sure there are any other options, Jaejoong. You’re so remote, you’re barely considered an outpost. The Federation is fighting space wars with other worlds. It will take time.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yeah. I’m … I’m going to go down to the cargo bay for a little while.”
“Okay.” Jae kissed his cheek again and then left Yunho to his thoughts.
And his thoughts were confused.
Did he love Jaejoong? Yunho didn’t think so, this being only the second time they’d seen each other. Yoochun loved Junsu; he’d been seeing Junsu for years. Was that possible with Jaejoong? He’d been thinking of nothing but Jaejoong for weeks, but he figured it was little more than lust, even if Jaejoong was more than just a gorgeous body.
And now, as he lost money and would probably end up paying for the cadmium he dumped?
Well, it was the right thing to do no matter who it was that needed rescuing.
A few hours later, no where near closer to a conclusion on his feelings for Jaejoong, Yoochun came into the bridge. His hand was laced together with Junsu’s gloved one. He was wrapped up in Yoochun’s jacket and a scarf. Only the shock of his red hair and his bright green eyes could be seen.
“You need to sleep,” Yoochun said and slapped the back of Yunho’s head.
“Ow, fucker.”
“Go to sleep. I’ll be in charge for a little while.”
Yunho knew he was right. He left the cockpit and headed down the halls to his room. He felt restless and crowded, even though the FLine’s respected his ship and only left the cargo bay to use the nearest waste facility. He knew there were hundreds of people on his ship, even if he couldn’t see them.
The door to his room slid open, revealing a lump of something on his bed. A golden tail stuck out from the covers, waving lazily against the bed. It made a hissing noise on the rough sheets.
Yunho let the door shut.
Jaejoong turned his head and smiled. “Yoochun showed me where your room was.”
“I figured.”
Jae rolled over and propped up on his elbows. “You want me to leave.”
“No,” Yunho said immediately. “Sorry, I’m tired.” He undressed, almost embarrassed, which was stupid because Jae had seen him naked for two days. The room was cold. Yoochun had figured out how to redirect some of the heat into the cargo bay. That just meant there was less everywhere else, but Yunho didn’t mind. The poor FLiners were probably freezing.
“Everyone okay in storage?” Yunho asked as he slipped on a pair of sweat pants and thermal shirt.
Jaejoong smiled. “Yeah. Cold, but hopeful and … yeah. Surviving, you know.”
Yunho nodded. He went to a locker and pulled out his extra blankets before joining Jaejoong in bed. He immediately had warm FLine around his body, and purring vibrated on his skin.
Yunho wondered how he managed to sleep without Jaejoong and his purring next to him over the last couple months.
“Why did you come back for us?” Jaejoong whispered. His claws formed divots into Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho shivered. “Yoochun loves Junsu. We had to make sure he was okay. And we were coming back anyway.”
Jaejoong propped up and smiled at him. “Really?”
“Yeah. We were planning a vacation.”
“Addicted to me, huh?”
Yunho nodded. His brain was still warring with his heart, but having Jaejoong so close, his heart was winning. Jaejoong straddled Yunho’s waist. He fought with the blankets, making sure they were over his shoulders. His tail curled around his body, the tip moving along Yunho’s arm. He put his hands on Yunho’s chest, claws pushing into the skin. The small pricks of pain didn’t hurt enough for Yunho to tell him to remove them. Yunho settled his hands on Jaejoong’s hips, fingertips dipping into his black pants. He moved them lightly over the fur.
“A lot of men and women have fallen in love with me,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho opened his mouth to say something, but Jaejoong continued. “A lot of them have promised me unattainable things, things I didn’t want. I don’t think any of them would have come for me.”
“Jae … I …”
Jae smiled and moved his claws, pulling a hiss from Yunho’s mouth. “I am not asking for a declaration of love, Yunho. That would be insane. I don’t even know you.”
Yunho sighed. “And that means?”
Jaejoong shrugged, a small smirk pulling at his lips. “That I won’t believe you if you say you love me, but I’m also not opposed to seeing where things go.”
Yunho ran his hands up Jaejoong’s side. He unzipped the flight jacket.
Jaejoong whined and tried to keep the jacket closed. “It’s cold.”
“Let me make you hot,” Yunho said with a leer.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “I’ve just been uprooted from my home and you want to fuck me?”
Yunho frowned. “Good point. Sorry.”
Jae smirked. He unzipped the jacket. When the blankets fell off his shoulders, he shivered and sped up, tossing the jacket to the floor. His long sleeved shirt soon followed, and then he flipped around, back to Yunho’s chest as he shimmied out of his black pants. Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong as he pulled the blankets over his naked skin. He rubbed up and down Jae’s chest and stomach. Jaejoong’s skin was cool on Yunho’s hands.
“So warm,” Jae crooned and tilted his head back.
Their lips pressed together and Jae moaned, rolling his hips over Yunho’s crotch.
“I have missed you,” Yunho said against his lips.
“That I’ll believe.”
Fabric tore and there was a sharp pain along Yunho’s chest. He pushed Jae’s shoulders up. Jae gave him an unrepentant smile and continued turning Yunho’s shirt into shreds. He leaned over him and licked up the scratch on Yunho’s chest. It stung and Yunho’s mouth opened with a deep gasp.
“Fuck, Jaejoong.” His hands tightened on Jaejoong’s hips and he jerked his hips up.
Jae hooked his fingers on Yunho’s sweats and yanked down, not careful with his claws and a scratch of red blossomed on each of Yunho’s hips. He swore again.
“There’s lube in …”
Jaejoong laughed and pulled out a bottle of lube from the edge of the bed. “Already prepared.”
Yunho shook his head. “Jae. I want to play-”
Jae kissed him. “Not like that. I didn’t stretch myself. I just knew it wouldn’t take long to seduce you and I didn’t want to get out of the warmth of the bed for supplies.”
“So arrogant.”
“Comes with being an FLine. Now prep me and fuck me.” Jaejoong shoved Yunho over. He sat up and took off his tattered shirt before moving behind Jaejoong. The FLine had his face lowered to the bed, knees tucked under him. His skin was pale and cold, covered in goose bumps and shivering. He ran his hands up Jaejoong’s back, pulling different shivers from him.
Yunho hadn’t even noticed until now, it was such a part of Jaejoong. But he didn’t want to even look at it. He reached up and unclasped the collar on his neck. It clanked on the metal floor. He met Jaejoong’s eyes and said, “Only when we’re playing.”
“Aren’t we playing now?”
“No. Now, we’re getting to know each other.” Yunho ran his hands up and down Jae’s ass, fingers carding through the fur. “Isn’t that the next logical step?”
Jaejoong laughed, arching into the touches with a purr. “I like the way you do things, Jung Yunho.”
Yunho pulled a blanket over Jaejoong’s back. Jae moaned in appreciation and pulled it around his shoulders, almost covering his head, and leaving his ass and legs bare. Yunho ran his hands up the length of Jaejoong’s tail.
“I love that,” Jae said, purring, hips rolling as Yunho continued down to his hips and scratched at the patch of fur on his back.
Yunho continued down further, cupping his smooth ass and spreading him open. He leaned forward and licked up the length of Jae’s body. Jae meowed low and fabric ripped.
“Sorry,” he gasped as Yunho licked him again.
Yunho didn’t care about blankets and pillows. He licked Jae’s body, forced his tongue into Jae’s tight entrance. A mixture of yowls and purring and curses filled the room as Jae stretched his arms out and kneaded the bed, back arching, hips rolling.
“Fuck, Yunho, fingers, fingers, fingers, inside me, please.”
Yunho soaked a finger in spit and pressed the tip against Jae’s entrance. Jae jerked his hips back and it slipped into him to the knuckle. They both moaned. Yunho pushed it in the rest of the way and then continued licking around it as he pumped it in and out of Jae’s body.
“More, more, more.”
Yunho added a second finger. Jae hissed from the intrusion. Yunho sat up, found the bottle of lube and upended it, squeezing a stream on Jae’s ass and his fingers still pushed inside him. He stretched his fingers, spread them and pulled them out, twisting, moving harder and faster as Jaejoong cried out and tried to push back on them.
“Roll over,” Yunho said.
Jae whined when he removed his fingers, but he rolled over. Yunho pushed his legs up and Jae grabbed behind his knees. Three fingers went back inside his body. Jae meowed loudly and gasped as Yunho fucked him harder. His cock was hard and leaking, twitching every time Yunho’s fingers pushed deep inside him.
Yunho spread his own legs, enough to lean down and suck Jae’s cock into his mouth.
Jae let go of his knees and a hand complete with claws ended up in Yunho’s back. Yunho gasped around Jae’s cock, but didn’t stop sucking.
“Yunho, fuck, Yunho, Yun-yeow.” His mouth open, tongue out, Jae panted. His body shook and then with a harsh twist of Yunho’s fingers, he screamed and pumped come into Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho swallowed the first shot and then pulled away, watching as white covered Jae’s abs. He removed his fingers from Jae’s body.
“So beautiful.”
Without letting Jaejoong recover, he pushed Jae’s knees up and thrust into Jae’s body.
Jae meowed long and loud, hips jerking. The force pushed Yunho forward and he fell over Jae, shoving his cock in deeper. His eyes shut as Jae clenched around him and then he moved, in and out, quick, fast, hard. Jae cried out and Yunho screamed as claws dug into his back again.
“Fucking cat,” Yunho growled and rotated his shoulder.
Jae smiled through his gasps and moved his claws down, pulling another scream from Yunho. The pain merged with the lust and Yunho sped up, slamming into Jaejoong’s body until his orgasm was so powerful that he almost blacked out as he pumped Jaejoong full of come.
He collapsed on top of Jaejoong and gasped.
“You’re squishing me,” Jae said.
“You shredded my back, so I don’t really care.”
Jae chuckled and kissed Yunho’s shoulder. The purring started and after only a few moments of feeling it vibrate through his body, Yunho was ready for more. He scooped his arms under Jae’s shoulders and rolled them over. He slipped out of Jae’s body, but only for a moment as Jaejoong caught his intentions and impaled himself on Yunho’s cock. Jae meowed quietly and sighed, head back eyes shut. He moved slowly, hands gripping Yunho’s chest.
“No claws,” Yunho said as the scratches on his back stung.
Jae smiled. “No fun.” But he was good.
Yunho held his hips and lifted him up and down. They both moaned as Jae tightened around his body. Neither said anything. Yunho watched as Jae’s pale skin grew flush with warmth and passion. His tail was snapping behind him with every up and down on Yunho’s cock. He bit his lower lip in between licking it with that pick tongue. Yunho sat up and they rearranged until Jae’s legs were around his waist. Movements were shallow. Their lips met and Yunho kissed him for what felt like hours. He lowered Jaejoong to the bed and pinned his arms above his head.
Jae pouted but Yunho smiled and kissed it away. “No pain this time. Even if I love it.”
Yunho entered his body slowly, rolling his hips around, pulling small meows and mewls from Jae. Jae’s tail twitched along his legs and then lifted up. Yunho shivered as the tip caressed the curves of his ass.
“I … fuck, Yunho, I … I need to stroke myself. Please.”
Yunho grinned and let go of one hand. The other he kept pinned. Jae stroked himself, fingers curling around his cock tightly. Yunho shifted his body up to give Jae room, but also to watch. One day he was going to just watch Jae stroke himself off. Though he’d probably have to be tied up because he’d want to touch and fuck Jae himself.
Yunho kissed his cheek and then moved down to this bare neck. There was a faint line of lighter skin on his neck. Yunho ran his tongue over it and then left a series of hickys along it. Jae moaned and squirmed underneath him. His body clenched at Yunho’s cock with every stroke.
Their orgasms built slowly, waved and grew with kissing and tongues and touches. Jaejoong’s purrs grew stronger, and for a moment, Yunho thought he was purring, too. Jaejoong came between their bodies with whimpering meows. His sweat-soaked body shivered as he calmed himself down. Yunho kissed him again, breaking away with a gasp as he shook, orgasm rushing through him. He shut his eyes tightly and moaned as Jaejoong leaned up and bit down on his lower lip.
“So good,” Jae whispered.
Yunho nodded. “Amazing.”
“At least no matter where I end up, I’ll always be able to make good money.”
Yunho frowned. “Jae … I …”
Jae kissed him. “Don’t talk. I was teasing and you’re going to say something stupid because you’re in that after sex glow.”
Yunho knew he was right. He carefully pulled out of Jae’s body and they cuddled together. Jae pulled a blanket over them.
“I didn’t pay attention to the cold for a little while,” he said, eyelids lowering slowly.
Yunho held him close and ran his hands up and down Jae’s back for more warmth. Jae’s purring settled into a steady rhythm of sleep. Yunho ran his fingers through the ends of his blond hair.
Maybe he loved the beautiful FLine. Maybe it was just a desperate need to love him. But he had some time to figure it out. A week on the ship and then maybe he’d ask Jaejoong to come with them. He knew that they were going to have Junsu as a new companion on the ship. Maybe Jaejoong wouldn’t mind so much because of that.
Maybe Yunho was deluding himself, thinking that Jaejoong would want to.
He watched him sleep, arms curled up under his chest, tail twitching.
Yunho wanted to love him. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s bare shoulder.
“Hey,” Yoochun said and Yunho flipped his head around. He hadn’t heard his door open.
“What’s up?”
“Just checking up on you. You’ve been in here for hours.”
“You told me to sleep.”
Yoochun smiled and took a heavy breath of the heady smell of sex in the air. “Doesn’t smell like you’ve been sleeping.”
“I’m working on it.”
“And you should put some ointment on those scratches on your back. Little masochistic now?”
Yunho shivered.
“How is Jae?”
“Surviving.”
“Is he coming with us after we drop everyone else off?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t asked him to.”
“You should. Junsu wants him to, and he’s been thinking about it.”
“How do you know?”
“I was talking to him earlier. You made an impression on him, Yunho. No one has ever cared about him before. I think you should give it a chance.”
Yunho nodded. “I will.”
“Good. The FLines brought some water, but we’re going to have to stop to get some more. I put in a flight pattern for the closest system. We should be there in three days.”
“Okay.”
“I’m ordering you to sleep.”
Yunho saluted him. “Aye, aye, sir.”
Yoochun grinned and left the room.
Jaejoong stirred and murmured his name. Yunho cuddled close to him and held Jaejoong’s shivering body. He had to wake him up and get a layer of clothes on him. He watched Jaejoong sleep, his lashes flutter and his mouth open and close. Yunho thought he was having a nightmare, so he very carefully shook him until those golden eyes opened and focused on him.
“You okay?” Yunho asked.
“Cold,” Jae whispered, burying his face into Yunho’s neck. He rubbed his head against Yunho’s chin again.
“You should put some clothes on.”
Jae pouted. “I hate wearing clothes.”
“I like you in clothes, because then I get to take them off.”
Jae chuckled. “That’s a good reason to wear them.”
Yunho shoved his hip. “Hurry. I’ll keep the bed warm.”
Jae shivered as he flung off the blankets and with speed and dexterity pulled on Yunho’s sweats and his flight jacket.
As his fingers closed around the zipper, Yunho said, “Come with me.”
Jae froze for a moment and then zipped up the jacket. He crawled back into bed and huddled up with Yunho. “I … I’ve already been thinking about it.”
“And?”
“I don’t want to leave my people.”
Yunho’s heart broke a little and his chest tightened. He understood.
“Don’t ask me again,” Jae whispered.
“I won’t,” Yunho promised.
YooSu Interlude: Why You Should Never Trust your Navigational Equipment Right After you Narrowly Escaped being Kidnapped by Pirates because you May or May not Have Smuggled All the Plutonium Off Their Ship
BEFORE YOU ALL KILL ME! THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE!!!
Part 2: Why Collars Can Be Fun Despite Your Initial Distaste for Them
Part 1: Why One Should Not Trust Park Yoochun to Make Arrangements Regarding Accommodations
.