Reigning in the Flames 3/3
Title: Reigning in the Flames 3/3
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu/Changmin (ninja!Heechul/Donghae)
Rating: This part is only PG (will be NC-17 later)
Disclaimer: Not mine, even in my own ddelusionall crazy world.
Summary: Changmin trusts no one, not after his only two friends left him at such a young age. He has his research thank you very much. But when he's suddenly pulled into their world, he has to trust them again. But his feelings and his brain don't always agree on things.
A/N: This fic is for My Haru Haru!!! harunotenshi Happy birthday my loverly darling! I hope you like it! ♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to ingenu3! Thank you darling! It's amazing! ♥
Part 3:
For two weeks, Changmin did nothing but study and practice calling his fire. He was unable to get the flames in the fireplace to move, even though it was easier and easier to picture the golden, fiery leaf swirling in the water. The flames stayed as they were, every day, mocking him, and he figured they’d only obeyed before because Heechul was there to support him.
He’d started out by helping Junsu look for a way to call his magic forward, but the books made no sense to him. The terminology was foreign, so Junsu showed him where the basic demon knowledge books were. He read up on demon biology and how it cooperated with the magic inside.
Changmin had always been an atheist. The Bible was nothing more than a made up sort of dream, and he could not believe that Noah, and people could live to be nine hundred plus years old without some type of technology to prolong their life. It made sense now, if humans had access to magic back then. Changmin read that the demon who lived the longest was over two thousand years old. He had lost count of his own birthdays, and was too old to remember the exact year he was born.
Even Heechul said he had nothing in his library to help. They were just going to have to figure it out themselves.
Changmin grew frustrated when night after night, nothing led him nor Junsu to the way to tap into his magic. Many nights, Yoochun or Junsu would find Changmin in a library either pouring over ancient texts whose pages threatened to crumble under his fingers, or asleep on a couch with a book open and over his chest.
The three of them grew closer, kisses and touches more frequent. Whenever Changmin touched Junsu, he felt that answering spark inside him, that need to devour him and consume him and be as close to him as possible. But with his mind and Junsu’s mind so focused on his predicament, their touches stayed reigned in, their kisses short.
One night when the other two managed to drag him out of the library for something to eat, Changmin thought he felt Yoochun’s frustration with them, but it quickly disappeared. But he was frustrated too. He pushed his food around his plate, frowning down at it.
Junsu suddenly grunted, and Changmin looked up. Junsu avoided his gaze, but Yoochun met his eyes.
“Junsu thinks he figured it out,” Yoochun said.
Changmin smiled. “That’s great, what is it? Why aren’t you happy, Su?”
Yoochun sighed. “He’s afraid you’re going to say no, that you don’t really want us.”
“Shut up, Chunnie,” Junsu muttered.
Changmin dropped his fork to his plate with a clatter. He pushed his chair back, turned Junsu’s and pulled the other into his lap. Junsu was shaking. Changmin lifted his head, and Junsu’s eyes shut.
“Why would you think I don’t really want you?” he whispered.
A tear dripped down Junsu’s cheek.
“You’ve been … reluctant,” Yoochun said.
“I’ve been focused on this. I’m sorry,” Changmin whispered. “I never meant … I just … I thought if we found a solution then we could move on to other things.”
“Those other things are the solution,” Yoochun said.
“What?”
“We can pull your magic from you, connect with you the way our souls will connect during sex. It might work, it might not, but it’s the only option he’s found.”
“And you thought I’d only want to have sex with you to see if I can get my magic back?”
Junsu nodded, and then hid his face against Changmin’s neck.
“Silly clump of dirt,” Changmin whispered and rubbed his cheek on Junsu’s purple hair. He met Yoochun’s eyes, and Changmin smiled. Easily, he stood up, carrying Junsu through the dining room and up the stairs. Yoochun followed behind, and then moved around them as they came to the third floor. He opened the door, and Changmin walked into their room. With a bit of difficulty, he kneeled on the bed, shuffling to the middle before lowering Junsu to the soft mattress. His Earth mate was shaking.
“Why are you so afraid?” Changmin whispered as he left a line of soft kisses down Junsu’s neck.
Junsu shook his head, his arms spread and he clutched the purple blanket in his hands, tight enough that his knuckles turned white. Changmin released the buttons from Junsu’s shirt, exposing his chest, and his skin pebbled with anticipation. Changmin blew hot air over his collarbones, let his tongue leave a figuratively-burning trail down to Junsu’s nipple. He closed his mouth around the bud and sucked lightly.
Junsu moaned, hips arching off the bed. Changmin licked his way to the other nipple. As soon as it was in his mouth, Junsu snapped. He sat up, tore off his shirt and then grabbed Changmin’s face and slammed their lips together. Changmin let the kiss border on rough for a long time. Junsu’s hands tugged on his shirt and tried to pull it over his head.
Yoochun chuckled. He kneeled next to Junsu and held his shoulders down. “You’ve unleashed a sex addict, just so you know.”
“And you haven’t given me any since Changmin’s been here so it’s your fault,” Junsu said.
Changmin readjusted, sitting on Junsu’s knees as he unbuttoned the tunic enough to pull it over his head. Junsu whined and tried to break away from Yoochun.
Yoochun grinned at Changmin. “Feel like really pissing him off?”
“Yoochun, don’t, what … just … “
Yoochun threw his leg over Junsu’s chest, straddling his body, facing Changmin. Junsu’s arms were trapped under Yoochun’s knees.
“Yoochun!”
Changmin smiled, then laughed. He unbuttoned Yoochun’s top while Yoochun’s hands ran up over his chest and all over his arms and stomach.
“You’re so beautiful,” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin smiled. “So are you.”
They kissed, soft brushes of lips turning into a needy hunger for tongues and teeth. Again with Yoochun, it was more of a competition to control the kiss. Yoochun was suddenly jerked away from him, and Junsu cried out in triumph.
Bright green vines wrapped up and around Yoochun’s chest, pinning his arms to his side.
“Su,” Yoochun said.
“Shut up or I’m going give them thorns,” Junsu said as he sat up. Yoochun’s feet were free and he used a foot to push Junsu over.
Junsu snarled at him and tightened the vines, adding more around his chest, and another around his feet.
It was fascinating for Changmin to watch as the green plant just shot from Junsu’s palms.
“Should I truss you up on the woodwork?” Junsu asked with a grin.
Yoochun smirked. “If you want.”
As Junsu lifted his arm, Changmin grabbed him. “Next time, just …”
Junsu turned and then nodded. Their lips met again. When Changmin went to lower him to the bed, Junsu shook his head. Lips together he said, “No, let … please let me. I …”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Changmin said patiently. Junsu reluctantly went down, back on the bed. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that, or how many times I have to say I love you. Let me show you that you’re forgiven.”
“But Min--”
“This is not about me, not about releasing my magic,” Changmin said. “This is about us, and about you, waiting for me for so long. I don’t want it to be about magic, just about us.”
He pressed his lips against Junsu’s for a moment and then moved down, letting Junsu feel the edge of his teeth over his collarbones. His lips lowered to Junsu’s chest. Each curve of muscle received its own attention. Junsu’s hands settled lightly in his hair, and Changmin smirked against his skin. Junsu didn’t know what to do. Changmin used Junsu’s indecision to his own favor and kept kissing, sucking and biting all over Junsu’s chest and stomach.
“Let me go, Su,” Yoochun said.
Junsu smiled through a breathy chuckle. “I like him tied up. He’s too arrogant.”
“Yeah, and we should keep him tied up because I don’t think he’s going to let me near his ass otherwise.”
“Damn straight,” Yoochun said and started fighting the bonds.
Junsu tilted his head back to look at Yoochun, and Yoochun hissed as the vines tightened again.
“Bad droplet,” Junsu said.
Changmin laughed and continued kissing Junsu’s body, along the top of his pants. Junsu’s erection tented the loose fabric. Changmin curled his fingers at the band, but let his mouth rove over the cloth-covered erection.
“Oh, Minnie,” Junsu breathed. He tugged on Changmin’s hair. “Don’t tease, please don’t tease.”
“Lift up, love,” Changmin said, tugging on the pants.
Junsu whined, eagerly raising his hips. Changmin moved down, slowly lowering the pants. He let his tongue run down Junsu’s leg. Junsu smelled like freshly turned earth, the kind that promised growth. His skin tasted like fresh spring, like that first blade of grass that pushed up through the soil.
He heard Yoochun whine in the haze of lust.
Changmin nuzzled Junsu’s erection, trying to smell more of him, before licking at his sack, sucking it into his mouth while his hands ran up and down his smooth thighs. Junsu’s legs spread and Changmin pushed at his inner thighs until Junsu bent his knees, lifted his legs. Changmin fingers found the curves of his ass easily.
“Minnie-ah, Minnie, please,” Junsu whispered.
Changmin lifted his head. Junsu’s eyes were completely green, bright with energy. He licked up the length of Junsu’s cock. Junsu grabbed his hair with tight fingers and gasped.
Changmin held himself up and licked the head, just the crown and slit of Junsu’s erection. Junsu panted, trying to urge him on with words that came out as mumbles. Little sparks of energy zapped Changmin’s head, and he moaned as they traveled down his skin. Felt like little tiny fires all along his skin.
He used his lips to get a grip on Junsu’s cock and lift it away from his body. It dipped into his mouth, and Changmin turned his head to allow more in. He almost gagged as it hit the back of his throat and then he pulled back, rolling his tongue over it. Too enthusiastic, it slipped from his mouth and landed with a wet smack on Junsu’s stomach. Changmin pouted and went back, licking the base and the shaft before taking it into his mouth and throat again. He bobbed his head, moaning as Junsu released uncontrollable bursts of energy into Changmin’s body.
Junsu’s cock pulsed in his mouth, and Changmin knew all he needed was one little thing to toss him over the edge. He pushed a finger between the curves of his ass, searching and then finding his puckered entrance. He pressed lightly, not enough to enter, but just to tease and then sped up, wet and messy.
Junsu shouted his name. His cock swelled and jerked. Changmin moaned, and then had a mouth full of warm, heady come. He swallowed and sucked, pulling every drop from Junsu. He let Junsu’s cock go, and kissed up his shivering body, whispering love and praise into the shimmering skin. Their lips molded and Changmin shoved his tongue into Junsu’s mouth, showing how fucking excited he was with his lips and tongue.
He practically screamed as Junsu’s hand found its way into his pants and gripped his cock. He broke away from Junsu’s mouth and jerked his hips into the touch. The shivers of energy dancing from his hand was enough to have Changmin coming in moments. His eyes shut, he bit down on Junsu’s neck and moaned as his body spasmed through his orgasm.
And then he collapsed, on top of Junsu, back heaving with his breathing. Each breath came in harder, because he pressed his face against Junsu’s skin, smelling the rich soil, the roses and flowers and trees.
“God damn you, Junsu, if you don’t let me go right this minute, I’m--”
Changmin smiled as his mind filled with that familiar image of the leaf in the water. He lifted his hand, felt a flare of heat that was gone as soon as it was there.
Yoochun yelped in surprise, and Changmin opened his eyes enough to see the singed edges of the vines that had been around Yoochun’s body.
“Da... Min … Fuck.”
Changmin wasn’t sure what the big deal was. Just a little fire. Just a little … his eyes went wide.
“Yeah,” Yoochun said as he pushed the vines away from him. “Your eyes are red.”
He looked down at Junsu and Junsu laughed in delight.
“They’re not sparking like ours, but they’re definitely red.” Yoochun moved over to them. “But next time you want to throw fire at me, warn me.”
Changmin frowned. “I … I didn't even think about it.”
Yoochun nodded. “I know. I’m not burned or anything. It was amazing control for your first time.”
“That’s because he’s amazing. Now shut up and one of you kiss me.”
Changmin smiled and tilted his head enough to kiss Junsu’s lips. Yoochun’s lips and tongue immediately followed. The fire in Changmin curled away from him. He broke away, and then pounced on Yoochun pinning him below him.
Yoochun tried to struggle, but Changmin held his hands above his head. “What the hell?”
“Part of me is being stubborn about being this close to a water droplet,” Changmin said with a smirk. “I say we show it how weak water is, and that you’re no match for me.”
Yoochun smiled. “Oh, you wish, little spark.” Yoochun threw him off, and Changmin slid across the bed, feet catching on one of the posts to keep him from falling off. He lifted his head, sneered and then dove for Yoochun, but Yoochun turned at the last moment, and Changmin landed over Junsu instead.
Junsu laughed. “Hey Min.”
Changmin growled and kissed Junsu, because he’d much rather be with is Earth mate than anywhere near a Water demon anyway.
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
Ice cold water dribbled down Changmin’s back. He cried out, rolling away and launching at Yoochun in the same movement. They grappled together until Changmin had Yoochun pinned on his stomach. He had a tight grip on his wrists and twisted his arms until his hands were on the back of Yoochun’s neck. With a knee planted firmly in Yoochun’s lower back, there wasn’t much of a way for him to get free.
“God, you two should be naked. That would have been fifty times sexier if you were naked,” Junsu said.
They both looked over at him. He was on his side, head propped up on an arm. His other hand slowly stroked his cock.
“And see, Min, this is your fault. You’re the one that fried off his bindings.”
“That is true,” Yoochun said with a grin that Changmin had to return.
“Now though--” Junsu started.
Changmin jerked as a green vine coiled around his hand but he wasn’t fast enough and in about five seconds, he and Yoochun were bound together as he had held him.
“Better,” Junsu said with a laugh.
“Damn it, Su,” Yoochun said and twisted. “This fucking hurts my shoulders.”
Junsu laughed. He ran his hands up the back of Changmin’s legs and over his ass. The pants slipped over his hips, and Changmin shivered, moaning as Junsu’s mouth replaced his hands, and Junsu chewed on his back and squeezed his ass. “Now, will you two behave?”
“Yes,” Yoochun said with a pout.
Changmin had just enough slack in the vines to lean down and kiss him. Yoochun whimpered and turned his head into the kiss. Another vine slithered between them and the unmistakable sound of cloth tearing ripped around them.
“Junsu,” Yoochun said, whining. “I hate it when he does this.”
“You’re too dominate sometimes,” Junsu said and leaned around Changmin to kiss Yoochun’s lips. “And don’t lie. You love being tied up.”
“I don’t love it when you ruin my clothes.”
Changmin shut his eyes. If he’d done it by accident, maybe he could do it on purpose. The swirling gold leaf filled his mind and then very slowly turned from orange to red. He heard Yoochun moan, somewhere below him and then Junsu’s presence was gone. The leaf turned faster in the pool and Changmin let it, feeling it cool him, relax, and then he felt each interference on his skin, where the swirl of flame moved away. A single thought cleared those on his back, and then his legs, and then his arms.
Let it go, Min. Come on. It’s too much too soon. You’ll burn up. Let it go.
The voice was calm and cool, like the flowing pool around him. He listened to it, letting the leaf go back to a warm orange and the swirling slowed.
When he opened his eyes, Yoochun’s blue eyes flashed with lightning, and everything was charged between them. Changmin felt their skin tingling.
“There you are,” Yoochun said, arms running up and down Changmin’s back. “You burned my clothes, dick head, but not the bed.”
Changmin felt warm, but not too toasty. He turned his head and Junsu was sitting on the far edge frowning at them.
You’re too hot, Yoochun said to his mental question. You used too much energy, and he can’t touch you without being burned.
Changmin frowned. I’m sorry, love.
Junsu’s mouth spread in the most beautiful smile. His laughter echoed around the room and in Changmin’s head.
I’m going to cool you down a little, Yoochun said. Every piece of you is going to rebel against this, but if you want Junsu to touch you then you better let me.
Changmin leaned down and kissed him. Visuals of Yoochun kissing him, prepping him, fucking him filled his head, and even though he wanted to do that to Yoochun, his body shivered. He rolled onto his back, and away from Yoochun’s skin. His body was hot.
“Sorry, baby,” Changmin said, turning his head to Junsu.
“It’s okay. You’ll learn to control it soon.”
“We’ll give you lots and lots of practice,” Yoochun said. His cool hand ran down Changmin’s chest. Changmin turned his head and their lips met. Their kiss was no less insistent than the ones before, with Changmin making sure to let Yoochun know that he was letting him have control, not that Yoochun had won or anything. It made Yoochun smile against his lips.
Yoochun lifted his leg over Changmin’s hips and straddled him. With hands on Changmin’s strong chest he pushed up and grinned. “One day, when Junsu is out helping things grow, the two of us will have an elemental battle of sex and see who wins.”
“Oh god, no way! I want to watch that!” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed and then slipped down. He kissed all along Changmin’s chest and shoulders, leaving cool imprints of lips on his skin. Changmin shivered, and then moaned as a slightly warmer trickle of water slid down his chest, over his stomach and pooled in his navel. He sucked in his stomach from the chill. Yoochun followed the trail. He looked up and met Changmin’s eyes before sticking his tongue out and licking up the water.
Changmin’s cock pulsed.
Yoochun moved further back and pulled the remnants of Changmin’s burnt pants off.
“Take your clothes off or I’m throwing fire at you again,” Changmin said.
Yoochun laughed and did as he was told. His pants were full of tears from Junsu’s vines. Yoochun kissed up Changmin’s legs, doing the same as before, cooling his skin with soft breath and trickles of water.
A different heat filled Changmin as Yoochun’s mouth closed around his balls. His hands trailed over hipbones and then cupped his erection, massaging instead of stroking.
“Lift your legs,” Yoochun whispered.
With a content sigh, Changmin did, bending his knees and lifting his feet enough to settle his heels on Yoochun’s upper back.
Changmin moaned at the first press of lips against his heated entrance. He shivered from something other than cold as Yoochun licked him, up and around, over and over, but never pressing in. Cool droplets covered Changmin’s stomach and cock as Yoochun’s hands and fingers ran up and down his skin.
“Fuck, Chunnie, this is making me hotter,” Changmin moaned.
Yoochun chuckled against the curve of his ass. The pad of a finger swirled around his entrance. Yoochun mentally asked Junsu for lube since his mouth and tongue were busy elsewhere.
Changmin relaxed as much as he could when a finger pressed into his body. It’d been a long time since he last had sex and even longer since he last bottomed. His body fought against the intrusion in more than one way. The muscles tightened and an annoying heated part of him was pissed off that he was subjecting himself to a water droplet. Changmin felt the building flame, the sharp sting that would drive Yoochun off him, and then Junsu’s voice in his head told him to take a deep breath.
And if his Earth mate could deal with a damn droplet than so could Changmin.
He took that deep breath and relaxed, moaning loud as two of Yoochun’s slick fingers pushed into him.
“You alright?” Junsu whispered.
Changmin nodded. “Yes, god, so … fuck.”
The fingers were cool and yet Changmin felt heat along his skin, lust pooling in his stomach and his cock twitched, pumping more precome onto his abs. He whined when the fingers left him and his body spasmed around nothing.
Cool lips and more cold water trickled over his skin as Yoochun kissed his way up to Changmin’s mouth. Liquid dribbled on his lips, and his mouth opened to the coolest, cleanest most refreshing water he’d ever had. Even his inner demon had to grudgingly accept that it tasted good.
Yoochun smirked as they kissed.
Changmin moaned and then whimpered as Yoochun’s cock slid over his slick body.
Do you want me, little spark? A layer of lust swam through the mental question, adding to the pressure and tightness and heat in his lower body.
“Please,” Changmin whispered against Yoochun’s lips. With a firm push, Yoochun pressed the head of his cock into Changmin.
He cried out from stretch, being too full after too long and then listened to Yoochun and Junsu mentally whispering at him to relax. It was difficult with Yoochun slowly pushing into him. It didn’t hurt necessarily; whatever pain was there faded until Yoochun thrust deeper, but he pulled out and then slowly pushed in again, giving Changmin time to get used to him. When Yoochun was fully inside him, Changmin relaxed his legs. Yoochun moaned and readjusted, pulling at Changmin until his ass was resting on Yoochun’s thighs and Changmin’s legs were bent, knees to chest. Yoochun trailed his finger around his own cock where it disappeared into Changmin’s body. Cool water trickled over Changmin’s balls and down his cock.
Changmin gasped from the conflicting sensations and then pulled his knees towards his chest. Yoochun’s cock slid out of him a few inches, and then Yoochun moaned and thrust forward, back in deep. After a few more trial runs, Yoochun gasped and grabbed Changmin’s thighs, holding him still, bent in half.
“So fucking tight, Minnie,” he whispered. “So …”
“So not fair,” Junsu grumbled.
Yoochun smiled over at him and then shut his eyes as Changmin clamped down around him. He put one hand on Changmin’s cock and stroked him. The fire in Changmin’s body boiled and then spun out of control. He felt it on his skin, and Yoochun cursed, but there wasn’t anything Changmin could do about it. Yoochun sped up his thrusts, throwing Changmin into incoherency again and again. A chill spread up his back, fighting with the heat. Something in his soul shattered, he didn’t know what, but he threw his head back against the bed as wave after wave of fiery streams of essence burned through him.
A different liquid splattered on his chest and stomach and Changmin went limp, chest heaving as everything swirled inside him and nothing made sense.
“Open your eyes,” Yoochun said.
Changmin did with difficulty. Everything was tinged with red. Yoochun’s beautiful smile swam through blue sparks from his eyes.
“There’s my Fire demon,” Yoochun whispered and kissed him.
Changmin whimpered into his mouth, arms going around his shoulders as Yoochun fucked him, hips snapping forward. His knees and thighs ached, and he wanted to tell Yoochun to move, a different position, but Yoochun was shaking. The blue in his eyes sparked even from behind his eyelids. He broke away from Changmin’s lips with gasp and with a final thrust, pushed into Changmin, bodies pressed together and he came, voice ripping as he emptied himself into Changmin’s entrance.
An icy chill spread through Changmin at once and then Yoochun collapsed and their bodies slapped together, water splashing between them.
Changmin ran his hands up and down Yoochun’s heaving back.
“You two are really, really sexy,” Junsu said. “Wet and sexy.”
Changmin shivered. With one more breath, Yoochun pushed himself up. He smiled down at Changmin and kissed him briefly. Changmin turned his head to let Junsu into the tangle of tongues.
“You alright, Changmin?” Yoochun asked.
“That was … intense,” Changmin said.
Yoochun smirked. “That’s because I’m good at what I do.”
Changmin laughed. “Egotist.”
“You sure you’re alright?” Junsu said with a frown.
Changmin kissed it away. “Yeah … it’s … I feel like I have all this new energy and power and that I could just burn you all away with a thought.”
“Well, don’t think that because you could. You’re not smoking anymore though,” Yoochun said with a grin.
“I can’t wait to get to the library and research this and learn how to use it and set things on fire,” Changmin said.
The other two laughed.
“Calm down, Changmin. You need to rest,” Yoochun said. “Throwing your soul and ripping it apart is pretty taxing.”
It was true, Changmin was tired. He put his arms around Junsu and Yoochun, pulling them close. “I’m so glad I found you both,” he whispered and kissed his Earth mate, and then his Water mate. He smiled. That really was the first time he’d though of Yoochun as his.
“We’re glad we found you too,” Yoochun said. “Let’s get off this wet bed and into a warm bath. “We can keep trying to pull Changmin’s inner demon out of him afterwards.”
“But we already did,” Junsu said.
Yoochun propped up and smirked at them. “Oh, no. I don’t think we got it all. I think we should have more sex, and more sex and more sex. Just to make sure.”
Changmin laughed and said, “I agree. It would be really bad if we forgot to unleash a vital part of my demon.”
Junsu rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, god forbid we forget to let the sex fiend out of you.”
“Better safe than sorry,” Yoochun said and kissed Changmin again. Junsu joined a moment later, and once again, Changmin smiled. That feeling of something missing was gone, that ache to find who he belonged to disappeared. The emptiness filled. A raw energy burned in his mind and body. He felt complete.
Part 2: Fire Mind
Part 1: Fire Soul
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu/Changmin (ninja!Heechul/Donghae)
Rating: This part is only PG (will be NC-17 later)
Disclaimer: Not mine, even in my own ddelusionall crazy world.
Summary: Changmin trusts no one, not after his only two friends left him at such a young age. He has his research thank you very much. But when he's suddenly pulled into their world, he has to trust them again. But his feelings and his brain don't always agree on things.
A/N: This fic is for My Haru Haru!!! harunotenshi Happy birthday my loverly darling! I hope you like it! ♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to ingenu3! Thank you darling! It's amazing! ♥
Part 3:
For two weeks, Changmin did nothing but study and practice calling his fire. He was unable to get the flames in the fireplace to move, even though it was easier and easier to picture the golden, fiery leaf swirling in the water. The flames stayed as they were, every day, mocking him, and he figured they’d only obeyed before because Heechul was there to support him.
He’d started out by helping Junsu look for a way to call his magic forward, but the books made no sense to him. The terminology was foreign, so Junsu showed him where the basic demon knowledge books were. He read up on demon biology and how it cooperated with the magic inside.
Changmin had always been an atheist. The Bible was nothing more than a made up sort of dream, and he could not believe that Noah, and people could live to be nine hundred plus years old without some type of technology to prolong their life. It made sense now, if humans had access to magic back then. Changmin read that the demon who lived the longest was over two thousand years old. He had lost count of his own birthdays, and was too old to remember the exact year he was born.
Even Heechul said he had nothing in his library to help. They were just going to have to figure it out themselves.
Changmin grew frustrated when night after night, nothing led him nor Junsu to the way to tap into his magic. Many nights, Yoochun or Junsu would find Changmin in a library either pouring over ancient texts whose pages threatened to crumble under his fingers, or asleep on a couch with a book open and over his chest.
The three of them grew closer, kisses and touches more frequent. Whenever Changmin touched Junsu, he felt that answering spark inside him, that need to devour him and consume him and be as close to him as possible. But with his mind and Junsu’s mind so focused on his predicament, their touches stayed reigned in, their kisses short.
One night when the other two managed to drag him out of the library for something to eat, Changmin thought he felt Yoochun’s frustration with them, but it quickly disappeared. But he was frustrated too. He pushed his food around his plate, frowning down at it.
Junsu suddenly grunted, and Changmin looked up. Junsu avoided his gaze, but Yoochun met his eyes.
“Junsu thinks he figured it out,” Yoochun said.
Changmin smiled. “That’s great, what is it? Why aren’t you happy, Su?”
Yoochun sighed. “He’s afraid you’re going to say no, that you don’t really want us.”
“Shut up, Chunnie,” Junsu muttered.
Changmin dropped his fork to his plate with a clatter. He pushed his chair back, turned Junsu’s and pulled the other into his lap. Junsu was shaking. Changmin lifted his head, and Junsu’s eyes shut.
“Why would you think I don’t really want you?” he whispered.
A tear dripped down Junsu’s cheek.
“You’ve been … reluctant,” Yoochun said.
“I’ve been focused on this. I’m sorry,” Changmin whispered. “I never meant … I just … I thought if we found a solution then we could move on to other things.”
“Those other things are the solution,” Yoochun said.
“What?”
“We can pull your magic from you, connect with you the way our souls will connect during sex. It might work, it might not, but it’s the only option he’s found.”
“And you thought I’d only want to have sex with you to see if I can get my magic back?”
Junsu nodded, and then hid his face against Changmin’s neck.
“Silly clump of dirt,” Changmin whispered and rubbed his cheek on Junsu’s purple hair. He met Yoochun’s eyes, and Changmin smiled. Easily, he stood up, carrying Junsu through the dining room and up the stairs. Yoochun followed behind, and then moved around them as they came to the third floor. He opened the door, and Changmin walked into their room. With a bit of difficulty, he kneeled on the bed, shuffling to the middle before lowering Junsu to the soft mattress. His Earth mate was shaking.
“Why are you so afraid?” Changmin whispered as he left a line of soft kisses down Junsu’s neck.
Junsu shook his head, his arms spread and he clutched the purple blanket in his hands, tight enough that his knuckles turned white. Changmin released the buttons from Junsu’s shirt, exposing his chest, and his skin pebbled with anticipation. Changmin blew hot air over his collarbones, let his tongue leave a figuratively-burning trail down to Junsu’s nipple. He closed his mouth around the bud and sucked lightly.
Junsu moaned, hips arching off the bed. Changmin licked his way to the other nipple. As soon as it was in his mouth, Junsu snapped. He sat up, tore off his shirt and then grabbed Changmin’s face and slammed their lips together. Changmin let the kiss border on rough for a long time. Junsu’s hands tugged on his shirt and tried to pull it over his head.
Yoochun chuckled. He kneeled next to Junsu and held his shoulders down. “You’ve unleashed a sex addict, just so you know.”
“And you haven’t given me any since Changmin’s been here so it’s your fault,” Junsu said.
Changmin readjusted, sitting on Junsu’s knees as he unbuttoned the tunic enough to pull it over his head. Junsu whined and tried to break away from Yoochun.
Yoochun grinned at Changmin. “Feel like really pissing him off?”
“Yoochun, don’t, what … just … “
Yoochun threw his leg over Junsu’s chest, straddling his body, facing Changmin. Junsu’s arms were trapped under Yoochun’s knees.
“Yoochun!”
Changmin smiled, then laughed. He unbuttoned Yoochun’s top while Yoochun’s hands ran up over his chest and all over his arms and stomach.
“You’re so beautiful,” Yoochun whispered.
Changmin smiled. “So are you.”
They kissed, soft brushes of lips turning into a needy hunger for tongues and teeth. Again with Yoochun, it was more of a competition to control the kiss. Yoochun was suddenly jerked away from him, and Junsu cried out in triumph.
Bright green vines wrapped up and around Yoochun’s chest, pinning his arms to his side.
“Su,” Yoochun said.
“Shut up or I’m going give them thorns,” Junsu said as he sat up. Yoochun’s feet were free and he used a foot to push Junsu over.
Junsu snarled at him and tightened the vines, adding more around his chest, and another around his feet.
It was fascinating for Changmin to watch as the green plant just shot from Junsu’s palms.
“Should I truss you up on the woodwork?” Junsu asked with a grin.
Yoochun smirked. “If you want.”
As Junsu lifted his arm, Changmin grabbed him. “Next time, just …”
Junsu turned and then nodded. Their lips met again. When Changmin went to lower him to the bed, Junsu shook his head. Lips together he said, “No, let … please let me. I …”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Changmin said patiently. Junsu reluctantly went down, back on the bed. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that, or how many times I have to say I love you. Let me show you that you’re forgiven.”
“But Min--”
“This is not about me, not about releasing my magic,” Changmin said. “This is about us, and about you, waiting for me for so long. I don’t want it to be about magic, just about us.”
He pressed his lips against Junsu’s for a moment and then moved down, letting Junsu feel the edge of his teeth over his collarbones. His lips lowered to Junsu’s chest. Each curve of muscle received its own attention. Junsu’s hands settled lightly in his hair, and Changmin smirked against his skin. Junsu didn’t know what to do. Changmin used Junsu’s indecision to his own favor and kept kissing, sucking and biting all over Junsu’s chest and stomach.
“Let me go, Su,” Yoochun said.
Junsu smiled through a breathy chuckle. “I like him tied up. He’s too arrogant.”
“Yeah, and we should keep him tied up because I don’t think he’s going to let me near his ass otherwise.”
“Damn straight,” Yoochun said and started fighting the bonds.
Junsu tilted his head back to look at Yoochun, and Yoochun hissed as the vines tightened again.
“Bad droplet,” Junsu said.
Changmin laughed and continued kissing Junsu’s body, along the top of his pants. Junsu’s erection tented the loose fabric. Changmin curled his fingers at the band, but let his mouth rove over the cloth-covered erection.
“Oh, Minnie,” Junsu breathed. He tugged on Changmin’s hair. “Don’t tease, please don’t tease.”
“Lift up, love,” Changmin said, tugging on the pants.
Junsu whined, eagerly raising his hips. Changmin moved down, slowly lowering the pants. He let his tongue run down Junsu’s leg. Junsu smelled like freshly turned earth, the kind that promised growth. His skin tasted like fresh spring, like that first blade of grass that pushed up through the soil.
He heard Yoochun whine in the haze of lust.
Changmin nuzzled Junsu’s erection, trying to smell more of him, before licking at his sack, sucking it into his mouth while his hands ran up and down his smooth thighs. Junsu’s legs spread and Changmin pushed at his inner thighs until Junsu bent his knees, lifted his legs. Changmin fingers found the curves of his ass easily.
“Minnie-ah, Minnie, please,” Junsu whispered.
Changmin lifted his head. Junsu’s eyes were completely green, bright with energy. He licked up the length of Junsu’s cock. Junsu grabbed his hair with tight fingers and gasped.
Changmin held himself up and licked the head, just the crown and slit of Junsu’s erection. Junsu panted, trying to urge him on with words that came out as mumbles. Little sparks of energy zapped Changmin’s head, and he moaned as they traveled down his skin. Felt like little tiny fires all along his skin.
He used his lips to get a grip on Junsu’s cock and lift it away from his body. It dipped into his mouth, and Changmin turned his head to allow more in. He almost gagged as it hit the back of his throat and then he pulled back, rolling his tongue over it. Too enthusiastic, it slipped from his mouth and landed with a wet smack on Junsu’s stomach. Changmin pouted and went back, licking the base and the shaft before taking it into his mouth and throat again. He bobbed his head, moaning as Junsu released uncontrollable bursts of energy into Changmin’s body.
Junsu’s cock pulsed in his mouth, and Changmin knew all he needed was one little thing to toss him over the edge. He pushed a finger between the curves of his ass, searching and then finding his puckered entrance. He pressed lightly, not enough to enter, but just to tease and then sped up, wet and messy.
Junsu shouted his name. His cock swelled and jerked. Changmin moaned, and then had a mouth full of warm, heady come. He swallowed and sucked, pulling every drop from Junsu. He let Junsu’s cock go, and kissed up his shivering body, whispering love and praise into the shimmering skin. Their lips molded and Changmin shoved his tongue into Junsu’s mouth, showing how fucking excited he was with his lips and tongue.
He practically screamed as Junsu’s hand found its way into his pants and gripped his cock. He broke away from Junsu’s mouth and jerked his hips into the touch. The shivers of energy dancing from his hand was enough to have Changmin coming in moments. His eyes shut, he bit down on Junsu’s neck and moaned as his body spasmed through his orgasm.
And then he collapsed, on top of Junsu, back heaving with his breathing. Each breath came in harder, because he pressed his face against Junsu’s skin, smelling the rich soil, the roses and flowers and trees.
“God damn you, Junsu, if you don’t let me go right this minute, I’m--”
Changmin smiled as his mind filled with that familiar image of the leaf in the water. He lifted his hand, felt a flare of heat that was gone as soon as it was there.
Yoochun yelped in surprise, and Changmin opened his eyes enough to see the singed edges of the vines that had been around Yoochun’s body.
“Da... Min … Fuck.”
Changmin wasn’t sure what the big deal was. Just a little fire. Just a little … his eyes went wide.
“Yeah,” Yoochun said as he pushed the vines away from him. “Your eyes are red.”
He looked down at Junsu and Junsu laughed in delight.
“They’re not sparking like ours, but they’re definitely red.” Yoochun moved over to them. “But next time you want to throw fire at me, warn me.”
Changmin frowned. “I … I didn't even think about it.”
Yoochun nodded. “I know. I’m not burned or anything. It was amazing control for your first time.”
“That’s because he’s amazing. Now shut up and one of you kiss me.”
Changmin smiled and tilted his head enough to kiss Junsu’s lips. Yoochun’s lips and tongue immediately followed. The fire in Changmin curled away from him. He broke away, and then pounced on Yoochun pinning him below him.
Yoochun tried to struggle, but Changmin held his hands above his head. “What the hell?”
“Part of me is being stubborn about being this close to a water droplet,” Changmin said with a smirk. “I say we show it how weak water is, and that you’re no match for me.”
Yoochun smiled. “Oh, you wish, little spark.” Yoochun threw him off, and Changmin slid across the bed, feet catching on one of the posts to keep him from falling off. He lifted his head, sneered and then dove for Yoochun, but Yoochun turned at the last moment, and Changmin landed over Junsu instead.
Junsu laughed. “Hey Min.”
Changmin growled and kissed Junsu, because he’d much rather be with is Earth mate than anywhere near a Water demon anyway.
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
Ice cold water dribbled down Changmin’s back. He cried out, rolling away and launching at Yoochun in the same movement. They grappled together until Changmin had Yoochun pinned on his stomach. He had a tight grip on his wrists and twisted his arms until his hands were on the back of Yoochun’s neck. With a knee planted firmly in Yoochun’s lower back, there wasn’t much of a way for him to get free.
“God, you two should be naked. That would have been fifty times sexier if you were naked,” Junsu said.
They both looked over at him. He was on his side, head propped up on an arm. His other hand slowly stroked his cock.
“And see, Min, this is your fault. You’re the one that fried off his bindings.”
“That is true,” Yoochun said with a grin that Changmin had to return.
“Now though--” Junsu started.
Changmin jerked as a green vine coiled around his hand but he wasn’t fast enough and in about five seconds, he and Yoochun were bound together as he had held him.
“Better,” Junsu said with a laugh.
“Damn it, Su,” Yoochun said and twisted. “This fucking hurts my shoulders.”
Junsu laughed. He ran his hands up the back of Changmin’s legs and over his ass. The pants slipped over his hips, and Changmin shivered, moaning as Junsu’s mouth replaced his hands, and Junsu chewed on his back and squeezed his ass. “Now, will you two behave?”
“Yes,” Yoochun said with a pout.
Changmin had just enough slack in the vines to lean down and kiss him. Yoochun whimpered and turned his head into the kiss. Another vine slithered between them and the unmistakable sound of cloth tearing ripped around them.
“Junsu,” Yoochun said, whining. “I hate it when he does this.”
“You’re too dominate sometimes,” Junsu said and leaned around Changmin to kiss Yoochun’s lips. “And don’t lie. You love being tied up.”
“I don’t love it when you ruin my clothes.”
Changmin shut his eyes. If he’d done it by accident, maybe he could do it on purpose. The swirling gold leaf filled his mind and then very slowly turned from orange to red. He heard Yoochun moan, somewhere below him and then Junsu’s presence was gone. The leaf turned faster in the pool and Changmin let it, feeling it cool him, relax, and then he felt each interference on his skin, where the swirl of flame moved away. A single thought cleared those on his back, and then his legs, and then his arms.
Let it go, Min. Come on. It’s too much too soon. You’ll burn up. Let it go.
The voice was calm and cool, like the flowing pool around him. He listened to it, letting the leaf go back to a warm orange and the swirling slowed.
When he opened his eyes, Yoochun’s blue eyes flashed with lightning, and everything was charged between them. Changmin felt their skin tingling.
“There you are,” Yoochun said, arms running up and down Changmin’s back. “You burned my clothes, dick head, but not the bed.”
Changmin felt warm, but not too toasty. He turned his head and Junsu was sitting on the far edge frowning at them.
You’re too hot, Yoochun said to his mental question. You used too much energy, and he can’t touch you without being burned.
Changmin frowned. I’m sorry, love.
Junsu’s mouth spread in the most beautiful smile. His laughter echoed around the room and in Changmin’s head.
I’m going to cool you down a little, Yoochun said. Every piece of you is going to rebel against this, but if you want Junsu to touch you then you better let me.
Changmin leaned down and kissed him. Visuals of Yoochun kissing him, prepping him, fucking him filled his head, and even though he wanted to do that to Yoochun, his body shivered. He rolled onto his back, and away from Yoochun’s skin. His body was hot.
“Sorry, baby,” Changmin said, turning his head to Junsu.
“It’s okay. You’ll learn to control it soon.”
“We’ll give you lots and lots of practice,” Yoochun said. His cool hand ran down Changmin’s chest. Changmin turned his head and their lips met. Their kiss was no less insistent than the ones before, with Changmin making sure to let Yoochun know that he was letting him have control, not that Yoochun had won or anything. It made Yoochun smile against his lips.
Yoochun lifted his leg over Changmin’s hips and straddled him. With hands on Changmin’s strong chest he pushed up and grinned. “One day, when Junsu is out helping things grow, the two of us will have an elemental battle of sex and see who wins.”
“Oh god, no way! I want to watch that!” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed and then slipped down. He kissed all along Changmin’s chest and shoulders, leaving cool imprints of lips on his skin. Changmin shivered, and then moaned as a slightly warmer trickle of water slid down his chest, over his stomach and pooled in his navel. He sucked in his stomach from the chill. Yoochun followed the trail. He looked up and met Changmin’s eyes before sticking his tongue out and licking up the water.
Changmin’s cock pulsed.
Yoochun moved further back and pulled the remnants of Changmin’s burnt pants off.
“Take your clothes off or I’m throwing fire at you again,” Changmin said.
Yoochun laughed and did as he was told. His pants were full of tears from Junsu’s vines. Yoochun kissed up Changmin’s legs, doing the same as before, cooling his skin with soft breath and trickles of water.
A different heat filled Changmin as Yoochun’s mouth closed around his balls. His hands trailed over hipbones and then cupped his erection, massaging instead of stroking.
“Lift your legs,” Yoochun whispered.
With a content sigh, Changmin did, bending his knees and lifting his feet enough to settle his heels on Yoochun’s upper back.
Changmin moaned at the first press of lips against his heated entrance. He shivered from something other than cold as Yoochun licked him, up and around, over and over, but never pressing in. Cool droplets covered Changmin’s stomach and cock as Yoochun’s hands and fingers ran up and down his skin.
“Fuck, Chunnie, this is making me hotter,” Changmin moaned.
Yoochun chuckled against the curve of his ass. The pad of a finger swirled around his entrance. Yoochun mentally asked Junsu for lube since his mouth and tongue were busy elsewhere.
Changmin relaxed as much as he could when a finger pressed into his body. It’d been a long time since he last had sex and even longer since he last bottomed. His body fought against the intrusion in more than one way. The muscles tightened and an annoying heated part of him was pissed off that he was subjecting himself to a water droplet. Changmin felt the building flame, the sharp sting that would drive Yoochun off him, and then Junsu’s voice in his head told him to take a deep breath.
And if his Earth mate could deal with a damn droplet than so could Changmin.
He took that deep breath and relaxed, moaning loud as two of Yoochun’s slick fingers pushed into him.
“You alright?” Junsu whispered.
Changmin nodded. “Yes, god, so … fuck.”
The fingers were cool and yet Changmin felt heat along his skin, lust pooling in his stomach and his cock twitched, pumping more precome onto his abs. He whined when the fingers left him and his body spasmed around nothing.
Cool lips and more cold water trickled over his skin as Yoochun kissed his way up to Changmin’s mouth. Liquid dribbled on his lips, and his mouth opened to the coolest, cleanest most refreshing water he’d ever had. Even his inner demon had to grudgingly accept that it tasted good.
Yoochun smirked as they kissed.
Changmin moaned and then whimpered as Yoochun’s cock slid over his slick body.
Do you want me, little spark? A layer of lust swam through the mental question, adding to the pressure and tightness and heat in his lower body.
“Please,” Changmin whispered against Yoochun’s lips. With a firm push, Yoochun pressed the head of his cock into Changmin.
He cried out from stretch, being too full after too long and then listened to Yoochun and Junsu mentally whispering at him to relax. It was difficult with Yoochun slowly pushing into him. It didn’t hurt necessarily; whatever pain was there faded until Yoochun thrust deeper, but he pulled out and then slowly pushed in again, giving Changmin time to get used to him. When Yoochun was fully inside him, Changmin relaxed his legs. Yoochun moaned and readjusted, pulling at Changmin until his ass was resting on Yoochun’s thighs and Changmin’s legs were bent, knees to chest. Yoochun trailed his finger around his own cock where it disappeared into Changmin’s body. Cool water trickled over Changmin’s balls and down his cock.
Changmin gasped from the conflicting sensations and then pulled his knees towards his chest. Yoochun’s cock slid out of him a few inches, and then Yoochun moaned and thrust forward, back in deep. After a few more trial runs, Yoochun gasped and grabbed Changmin’s thighs, holding him still, bent in half.
“So fucking tight, Minnie,” he whispered. “So …”
“So not fair,” Junsu grumbled.
Yoochun smiled over at him and then shut his eyes as Changmin clamped down around him. He put one hand on Changmin’s cock and stroked him. The fire in Changmin’s body boiled and then spun out of control. He felt it on his skin, and Yoochun cursed, but there wasn’t anything Changmin could do about it. Yoochun sped up his thrusts, throwing Changmin into incoherency again and again. A chill spread up his back, fighting with the heat. Something in his soul shattered, he didn’t know what, but he threw his head back against the bed as wave after wave of fiery streams of essence burned through him.
A different liquid splattered on his chest and stomach and Changmin went limp, chest heaving as everything swirled inside him and nothing made sense.
“Open your eyes,” Yoochun said.
Changmin did with difficulty. Everything was tinged with red. Yoochun’s beautiful smile swam through blue sparks from his eyes.
“There’s my Fire demon,” Yoochun whispered and kissed him.
Changmin whimpered into his mouth, arms going around his shoulders as Yoochun fucked him, hips snapping forward. His knees and thighs ached, and he wanted to tell Yoochun to move, a different position, but Yoochun was shaking. The blue in his eyes sparked even from behind his eyelids. He broke away from Changmin’s lips with gasp and with a final thrust, pushed into Changmin, bodies pressed together and he came, voice ripping as he emptied himself into Changmin’s entrance.
An icy chill spread through Changmin at once and then Yoochun collapsed and their bodies slapped together, water splashing between them.
Changmin ran his hands up and down Yoochun’s heaving back.
“You two are really, really sexy,” Junsu said. “Wet and sexy.”
Changmin shivered. With one more breath, Yoochun pushed himself up. He smiled down at Changmin and kissed him briefly. Changmin turned his head to let Junsu into the tangle of tongues.
“You alright, Changmin?” Yoochun asked.
“That was … intense,” Changmin said.
Yoochun smirked. “That’s because I’m good at what I do.”
Changmin laughed. “Egotist.”
“You sure you’re alright?” Junsu said with a frown.
Changmin kissed it away. “Yeah … it’s … I feel like I have all this new energy and power and that I could just burn you all away with a thought.”
“Well, don’t think that because you could. You’re not smoking anymore though,” Yoochun said with a grin.
“I can’t wait to get to the library and research this and learn how to use it and set things on fire,” Changmin said.
The other two laughed.
“Calm down, Changmin. You need to rest,” Yoochun said. “Throwing your soul and ripping it apart is pretty taxing.”
It was true, Changmin was tired. He put his arms around Junsu and Yoochun, pulling them close. “I’m so glad I found you both,” he whispered and kissed his Earth mate, and then his Water mate. He smiled. That really was the first time he’d though of Yoochun as his.
“We’re glad we found you too,” Yoochun said. “Let’s get off this wet bed and into a warm bath. “We can keep trying to pull Changmin’s inner demon out of him afterwards.”
“But we already did,” Junsu said.
Yoochun propped up and smirked at them. “Oh, no. I don’t think we got it all. I think we should have more sex, and more sex and more sex. Just to make sure.”
Changmin laughed and said, “I agree. It would be really bad if we forgot to unleash a vital part of my demon.”
Junsu rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, god forbid we forget to let the sex fiend out of you.”
“Better safe than sorry,” Yoochun said and kissed Changmin again. Junsu joined a moment later, and once again, Changmin smiled. That feeling of something missing was gone, that ache to find who he belonged to disappeared. The emptiness filled. A raw energy burned in his mind and body. He felt complete.
Part 2: Fire Mind
Part 1: Fire Soul
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