Flights 16/?
Title: Flights 16/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Junho/Yunho (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu) Many SuJu pairings
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them apart.
A/N Part A: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 16:
Another dream. Yoochun cursed. Large waves of choppy water broke over his head. The thrumming of a hovering helicopter filled his mind, but when he looked up, he couldn't see it past the thick fog. A light pierced the gloom, sweeping around the water. They both looked for the same thing.
Yoochun.
He spun in the water, searching, fear and panic rising. The steady thrum of rotors was broken by machine fire. Pain lashed through his wings and arm, but the bullets didn't hit him. He called for Jaejoong, but his call flew from him, away, never ending.
A huge wave pushed him under the surface. Water filled his lungs as everything churned. A leg, an arm, a pale wing. Yoochun lurched in that direction. His hand closed around a limb.
He moaned low as the water turned warm and the body in his arms turned and curled with him. The water dissipated, obscuring them in mist. He whispered Jaejoong's name and his mate turned in his arms and smiled. Yoochun's body surged with love and lust, tossing them further into the clouds. The higher they went, the more pressure surrounded Yoochun. Jaejoong's arms and legs and wings and then his skin and bones wrapped around Yoochun, tighter and tighter until he couldn't breathe. His eyes shut from the pressure and then flew open as everything around him exploded in pleasure.
He felt more than heard Jaejoong giggle.
When his eyes opened again, he was not in his dream. The metal ceiling of Changmin's compound greeted him. He lay on his back on the soft bed. Jaejoong's smiling face hovered over him. There was a drop of come on his lips. Yoochun moaned and lifted his head to kiss him. Jaejoong laughed into the kiss.
You were having a bad dream, Jaejoong said. You alright?
Yoochun nodded. Thanks for waking me up.
Jaejoong laughed again and curled up against Yoochun's chest. He put his arms around his mate and held him close. Two nightmares in a row; he'd have to ask Changmin if that was normal for a dom mate, or if it was just from the stress. They were alone in bed, but not in the room. Junho and Yunho were still on the couch, and once again Junho was awake, but Yunho slept.
"You two should come sleep on the bed," Yoochun said. "It's more comfortable. And Yunho's wings need to spread. He could twist them or snap a bone out of place if he's like that for too long."
Junho turned and glared at his sleeping Avixiary. "Why doesn't he tell me these things?"
"He doesn't want to upset you or make you worry about him," Yoochun said. "You'll have to bitch at him for it."
Junho nudged Yunho, and the other opened his eyes slowly. His smile fell when he saw Junho's glare.
"Yoochun said your wings can get damaged lying like that for too long. Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's not--"
"It is." Junho stood up, grabbing Yunho's arm and forcing him up too. He stalked over to the bed and pushed Yunho down into MinSu's spot. "On your stomach, you stubborn creature."
Yunho frowned, but flipped over.
Yoochun nodded and pointed to the connection just above the wing joint. "If he says that doesn't ache, he's lying."
"Why don't you tell me these things?" Junho demanded as he climbed over Yunho's body. "You rubbed my back after being in that net forever, and didn't tell me you were aching so I could return the favor? What is wrong with that?" Yunho winced as Junho dug clenched fists into the muscles just above his wing. "Yoochun tells me I have to take care of you, but how am I supposed to do that if you won't tell me what's wrong? I've never done this before if you'll remember."
They're kind of perfect for each other, aren't they? Jaejoong said with a smile.
Yoochun smiled back and nodded.
Junho's mutterings stopped, and Yunho relaxed under the massage. He met Yoochun's eyes and for the first time, Yoochun saw hope there, instead of fear of losing Junho.
Very privately, Yoochun sent to Yunho, You gonna let me eat your human?
Yunho's eyes flew open. Fuck you. No.
You should let Jaejoong. He needs the practice.
No. Junho won't like it.
You won't know unless you ask him.
Shut up. No.
"Hey Junho," Yoochun said.
"Shut up, Yoochun," Yunho said with a possessive growl.
"What?" Junho asked, looking warily at Yoochun.
"Jaejoong needs practice feeding off a human," Yoochun answered.
"Yoochun," Yunho said.
Jaejoong sat up and smiled hungrily at Junho. His eagerness spread through the entire room.
"It's a perfect time to teach him," Yoochun continued, ignoring the possessive waves coming from Yunho. "You don't have to worry about him losing control, because I'm here to make sure he doesn't."
"Oh, Junho, please let me," Jaejoong said. He put his hands on the bed like he was going to crawl over to them.
"Jaejoong," Yoochun warned and made him stop.
Jaejoong cringed. "Sorry."
Junho looked down at Yunho. "Why don't you want me to?"
"You're mine."
"So? Jaejoong was Yoochun's but you still drank from him. That's hardly fair. And that's not it at all. Tell me the truth." Junho dug his fingers into the soft muscle between Yunho's wings.
Yunho keened in submission.
Junho smirked. "I like that spot."
"Don't abuse it," Yoochun warned. "It shouldn't be used for punishment."
Junho loosened the pressure and rubbed there instead. Yunho panted a few times, hips rising from the bed. He was probably hard as a rock.
"I ... I ... I don't want you to leave, and ..." Yunho's eyes shut as he fought back the pleasure and tried to think. Junho used both hands and changed the rub to a scratch. Yunho rutted against the bed and extreme lust filled the room. "... I ... I don't want ..." He shivered, buried his face in a pillow and screamed as his body jerked in orgasm.
"Am I allowed to do that?" Junho asked with a grin.
"Yes."
Yunho's body continued to shake, and this time it was from fear. Fear of Junho being disgusted by him, fear of Junho leaving.
Junho leaned over him, whispering in his ear until Yunho calmed down and turned his head. Their lips met. “Stop worrying so much. I’m not going anywhere.”
Yunho smiled, and then looked over at JaeChun.
Yoochun smirked. “If it makes you feel better, Yunho, you can show Jaejoong what to do. And he better learn now while Junho is still human.”
Junho sat up and stared at Yoochun.
Yunho whined and buried back into the pillow.
Yoochun smirked. “What?”
Junho looked down at his shivering mate, eyes slightly wide. He licked his lips and again let both hands rub that spot on Yunho’s back. Yunho shivered.
“Sometimes you have no tact,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun grinned. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
They both watched Junho as he leaned down. The kiss he pressed to Yunho’s back was barely there, and then he pushed away. There wasn’t really anywhere for him to go; Changmin had warned him about walking around without Yunho, and he wasn’t stupid enough to leave the room when the rest of the compound was full of Avixiary. He went to the couch, sat with his legs up and arms around his knees. He laid his head down, face turned away.
Yoochun looked at Yunho. Yunho’s wings shuddered. With a painful noise, Yunho pushed himself up and stalked out of the room.
“Good job,” Jaejoong said and crossed his arms, glaring at Yoochun.
Yoochun smiled. Oops. They’ll get over it.
What if they don’t? What if Junho decides to leave? All he has to do is tell Yunho to put him down while we’re flying. Leave him somewhere. Someone will find him.
Junho just told Yunho he wasn’t going to leave. A dom does not lie to his mate.
Are they technically mates, since Junho hasn’t been turned?
Yes, they are. You were my mate the moment I met you, remember?
You almost killed me the moment I met you. I never wanted to see you again.
Yoochun sighed.
Junho turned his head. “What?”
“Jaejoong is telling me I’m stupid for what I said.”
“You are,” Jaejoong said. He climbed off Yoochun. “I’m going to go check on Yunho if that’s okay with you.”
Yoochun pouted. He didn’t want Jaejoong to leave. “You’re mad at me.”
Jaejoong smiled. “No, I’m not. It’s you who told me that we do not leave Avixiary alone to suffer by themselves. We support each other.”
Yoochun and Junho stared at each other after Jaejoong left. Junho looked away first, turning his head again. Yoochun rolled over on the bed and let his wings spread.
“You don’t have to let Yunho turn you,” Yoochun said. “Mates sometimes go ten or twenty years as Avixiary and human. But normally that’s because the human is afraid. You don’t need to be afraid.”
Junho glared at him again. “I’m not afraid. But I’ve been told my whole life you’re nothing more than murderous animals. And now there’s this presence in my heart that doesn’t feel murderous or animalistic and you … whatever you are … are just expecting me to do whatever you say. Well, fuck you all.”
“That’s fair,” Yoochun said. “You’ll forgive us then for expecting it from you. To us a couple days is nothing. I’m almost seven hundred years old. Your brain thinks differently, decisions are easier to weigh and conclusions come faster after that long. To all of us here, it makes perfect sense for you to be turned. And the fact that you were kissing Yunho just a few hours ago proves it even more. Shut your eyes.”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it.”
Junho stared at him suspiciously. And then with a sigh, he shut his eyes.
“That presence in your heart. Just touch it. Feel it. Forget that it’s Yunho. Forget that it’s Avixiary. Just feel it. And then imagine what would happen if you never felt it again. In the net it was gone. Right? You’ve felt what it’s like to have it be gone. So have I. And I don’t know about you, but I will do everything in my power to never have to fell that again.”
Junho’s breath hitched. “H-how … how do I call for him?”
“If you’re still aware of it, touching it, then I’m sure-“ The door opened, and Junho’s eyes were immediately on Yunho in the door way. He stood up and they met in the middle of the room. Junho’s arms wrapped around Yunho’s waist. Yunho stilled in shock for a few moments and then slowly hugged him back.
Jaejoong leaned against the door and crossed his arms. I’m surprised you didn’t screw it up even more.
Yoochun smiled, holding back his laughter. Come here, mate of mine. I want to kiss you.
Jaejoong wove around the couple in the middle of the room and climbed into bed. Their lips met and Jaejoong hummed, not in submission, but contentment. He was learning that not everything had to be a dom/sub moment. It made the love and pride Yoochun had in his mate soar.
“How’s your wing?” Yoochun whispered against his lips.
“It aches,” Jae replied, “but Sungmin is really good with medicines and things, and he said I should be okay tomorrow or the next day.”
The other side of the bed dipped as Junho sat on the end. He kept his hands around Yunho’s waist and their lips together. They moved back, Junho sliding and Yunho crawling. Yunho’s wings snapped in anticipation. Junho broke from his mouth with a gasp and then tugged on Yunho’s arms until he was on his back with Yunho over him, enclosing him in arms and legs and wings.
God that’s sexy, Jaejoong said, as Junho kissed Yunho again. He moaned low and yanked Yunho down so their bodies pressed together. Yunho whimpered, keening as Junho’s fingers carded through his feathers.
Yoochun wanted to stay and watch, but Jaejoong shook his head. I say we give them some privacy. They need it.
Yoochun nodded. He sent Yunho a brief, Scream if you need me, or do something stupid.
Yunho’s acknowledgement was almost overridden with lust.
And then a voice that was not Yunho’s, and sounded suspiciously like Junho’s, told them both to get out.
Yoochun laughed. “Okay, okay. We’re going.”
Jaejoong giggled, too. Yoochun climbed out of bed. He put his arm around his mate. Their wings touched and melded together as they left the room.
An Interlude: Flights of HoHo
Part 15: Flights of Distractions
Part 14: Flights of Battles
Part 13: Flights of Obstacles
Part 12: Flights of Uncertainty | Part 11: Flights of Understanding | Part 10: Flights of Control | Part 9: Flights of Discovery | Part 8: Flights of Recovery | Part 7: Flights of Abduction | Part 6: Flights of Passion | Part 5: Flights of Suspicion | Part 4: Flights of Change | Part 3: Flights of Freedom | Part 2: Flights of Desperation | Part 1: Flights of Possession
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Junho/Yunho (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu) Many SuJu pairings
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them apart.
A/N Part A: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 16:
Another dream. Yoochun cursed. Large waves of choppy water broke over his head. The thrumming of a hovering helicopter filled his mind, but when he looked up, he couldn't see it past the thick fog. A light pierced the gloom, sweeping around the water. They both looked for the same thing.
Yoochun.
He spun in the water, searching, fear and panic rising. The steady thrum of rotors was broken by machine fire. Pain lashed through his wings and arm, but the bullets didn't hit him. He called for Jaejoong, but his call flew from him, away, never ending.
A huge wave pushed him under the surface. Water filled his lungs as everything churned. A leg, an arm, a pale wing. Yoochun lurched in that direction. His hand closed around a limb.
He moaned low as the water turned warm and the body in his arms turned and curled with him. The water dissipated, obscuring them in mist. He whispered Jaejoong's name and his mate turned in his arms and smiled. Yoochun's body surged with love and lust, tossing them further into the clouds. The higher they went, the more pressure surrounded Yoochun. Jaejoong's arms and legs and wings and then his skin and bones wrapped around Yoochun, tighter and tighter until he couldn't breathe. His eyes shut from the pressure and then flew open as everything around him exploded in pleasure.
He felt more than heard Jaejoong giggle.
When his eyes opened again, he was not in his dream. The metal ceiling of Changmin's compound greeted him. He lay on his back on the soft bed. Jaejoong's smiling face hovered over him. There was a drop of come on his lips. Yoochun moaned and lifted his head to kiss him. Jaejoong laughed into the kiss.
You were having a bad dream, Jaejoong said. You alright?
Yoochun nodded. Thanks for waking me up.
Jaejoong laughed again and curled up against Yoochun's chest. He put his arms around his mate and held him close. Two nightmares in a row; he'd have to ask Changmin if that was normal for a dom mate, or if it was just from the stress. They were alone in bed, but not in the room. Junho and Yunho were still on the couch, and once again Junho was awake, but Yunho slept.
"You two should come sleep on the bed," Yoochun said. "It's more comfortable. And Yunho's wings need to spread. He could twist them or snap a bone out of place if he's like that for too long."
Junho turned and glared at his sleeping Avixiary. "Why doesn't he tell me these things?"
"He doesn't want to upset you or make you worry about him," Yoochun said. "You'll have to bitch at him for it."
Junho nudged Yunho, and the other opened his eyes slowly. His smile fell when he saw Junho's glare.
"Yoochun said your wings can get damaged lying like that for too long. Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's not--"
"It is." Junho stood up, grabbing Yunho's arm and forcing him up too. He stalked over to the bed and pushed Yunho down into MinSu's spot. "On your stomach, you stubborn creature."
Yunho frowned, but flipped over.
Yoochun nodded and pointed to the connection just above the wing joint. "If he says that doesn't ache, he's lying."
"Why don't you tell me these things?" Junho demanded as he climbed over Yunho's body. "You rubbed my back after being in that net forever, and didn't tell me you were aching so I could return the favor? What is wrong with that?" Yunho winced as Junho dug clenched fists into the muscles just above his wing. "Yoochun tells me I have to take care of you, but how am I supposed to do that if you won't tell me what's wrong? I've never done this before if you'll remember."
They're kind of perfect for each other, aren't they? Jaejoong said with a smile.
Yoochun smiled back and nodded.
Junho's mutterings stopped, and Yunho relaxed under the massage. He met Yoochun's eyes and for the first time, Yoochun saw hope there, instead of fear of losing Junho.
Very privately, Yoochun sent to Yunho, You gonna let me eat your human?
Yunho's eyes flew open. Fuck you. No.
You should let Jaejoong. He needs the practice.
No. Junho won't like it.
You won't know unless you ask him.
Shut up. No.
"Hey Junho," Yoochun said.
"Shut up, Yoochun," Yunho said with a possessive growl.
"What?" Junho asked, looking warily at Yoochun.
"Jaejoong needs practice feeding off a human," Yoochun answered.
"Yoochun," Yunho said.
Jaejoong sat up and smiled hungrily at Junho. His eagerness spread through the entire room.
"It's a perfect time to teach him," Yoochun continued, ignoring the possessive waves coming from Yunho. "You don't have to worry about him losing control, because I'm here to make sure he doesn't."
"Oh, Junho, please let me," Jaejoong said. He put his hands on the bed like he was going to crawl over to them.
"Jaejoong," Yoochun warned and made him stop.
Jaejoong cringed. "Sorry."
Junho looked down at Yunho. "Why don't you want me to?"
"You're mine."
"So? Jaejoong was Yoochun's but you still drank from him. That's hardly fair. And that's not it at all. Tell me the truth." Junho dug his fingers into the soft muscle between Yunho's wings.
Yunho keened in submission.
Junho smirked. "I like that spot."
"Don't abuse it," Yoochun warned. "It shouldn't be used for punishment."
Junho loosened the pressure and rubbed there instead. Yunho panted a few times, hips rising from the bed. He was probably hard as a rock.
"I ... I ... I don't want you to leave, and ..." Yunho's eyes shut as he fought back the pleasure and tried to think. Junho used both hands and changed the rub to a scratch. Yunho rutted against the bed and extreme lust filled the room. "... I ... I don't want ..." He shivered, buried his face in a pillow and screamed as his body jerked in orgasm.
"Am I allowed to do that?" Junho asked with a grin.
"Yes."
Yunho's body continued to shake, and this time it was from fear. Fear of Junho being disgusted by him, fear of Junho leaving.
Junho leaned over him, whispering in his ear until Yunho calmed down and turned his head. Their lips met. “Stop worrying so much. I’m not going anywhere.”
Yunho smiled, and then looked over at JaeChun.
Yoochun smirked. “If it makes you feel better, Yunho, you can show Jaejoong what to do. And he better learn now while Junho is still human.”
Junho sat up and stared at Yoochun.
Yunho whined and buried back into the pillow.
Yoochun smirked. “What?”
Junho looked down at his shivering mate, eyes slightly wide. He licked his lips and again let both hands rub that spot on Yunho’s back. Yunho shivered.
“Sometimes you have no tact,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun grinned. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
They both watched Junho as he leaned down. The kiss he pressed to Yunho’s back was barely there, and then he pushed away. There wasn’t really anywhere for him to go; Changmin had warned him about walking around without Yunho, and he wasn’t stupid enough to leave the room when the rest of the compound was full of Avixiary. He went to the couch, sat with his legs up and arms around his knees. He laid his head down, face turned away.
Yoochun looked at Yunho. Yunho’s wings shuddered. With a painful noise, Yunho pushed himself up and stalked out of the room.
“Good job,” Jaejoong said and crossed his arms, glaring at Yoochun.
Yoochun smiled. Oops. They’ll get over it.
What if they don’t? What if Junho decides to leave? All he has to do is tell Yunho to put him down while we’re flying. Leave him somewhere. Someone will find him.
Junho just told Yunho he wasn’t going to leave. A dom does not lie to his mate.
Are they technically mates, since Junho hasn’t been turned?
Yes, they are. You were my mate the moment I met you, remember?
You almost killed me the moment I met you. I never wanted to see you again.
Yoochun sighed.
Junho turned his head. “What?”
“Jaejoong is telling me I’m stupid for what I said.”
“You are,” Jaejoong said. He climbed off Yoochun. “I’m going to go check on Yunho if that’s okay with you.”
Yoochun pouted. He didn’t want Jaejoong to leave. “You’re mad at me.”
Jaejoong smiled. “No, I’m not. It’s you who told me that we do not leave Avixiary alone to suffer by themselves. We support each other.”
Yoochun and Junho stared at each other after Jaejoong left. Junho looked away first, turning his head again. Yoochun rolled over on the bed and let his wings spread.
“You don’t have to let Yunho turn you,” Yoochun said. “Mates sometimes go ten or twenty years as Avixiary and human. But normally that’s because the human is afraid. You don’t need to be afraid.”
Junho glared at him again. “I’m not afraid. But I’ve been told my whole life you’re nothing more than murderous animals. And now there’s this presence in my heart that doesn’t feel murderous or animalistic and you … whatever you are … are just expecting me to do whatever you say. Well, fuck you all.”
“That’s fair,” Yoochun said. “You’ll forgive us then for expecting it from you. To us a couple days is nothing. I’m almost seven hundred years old. Your brain thinks differently, decisions are easier to weigh and conclusions come faster after that long. To all of us here, it makes perfect sense for you to be turned. And the fact that you were kissing Yunho just a few hours ago proves it even more. Shut your eyes.”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it.”
Junho stared at him suspiciously. And then with a sigh, he shut his eyes.
“That presence in your heart. Just touch it. Feel it. Forget that it’s Yunho. Forget that it’s Avixiary. Just feel it. And then imagine what would happen if you never felt it again. In the net it was gone. Right? You’ve felt what it’s like to have it be gone. So have I. And I don’t know about you, but I will do everything in my power to never have to fell that again.”
Junho’s breath hitched. “H-how … how do I call for him?”
“If you’re still aware of it, touching it, then I’m sure-“ The door opened, and Junho’s eyes were immediately on Yunho in the door way. He stood up and they met in the middle of the room. Junho’s arms wrapped around Yunho’s waist. Yunho stilled in shock for a few moments and then slowly hugged him back.
Jaejoong leaned against the door and crossed his arms. I’m surprised you didn’t screw it up even more.
Yoochun smiled, holding back his laughter. Come here, mate of mine. I want to kiss you.
Jaejoong wove around the couple in the middle of the room and climbed into bed. Their lips met and Jaejoong hummed, not in submission, but contentment. He was learning that not everything had to be a dom/sub moment. It made the love and pride Yoochun had in his mate soar.
“How’s your wing?” Yoochun whispered against his lips.
“It aches,” Jae replied, “but Sungmin is really good with medicines and things, and he said I should be okay tomorrow or the next day.”
The other side of the bed dipped as Junho sat on the end. He kept his hands around Yunho’s waist and their lips together. They moved back, Junho sliding and Yunho crawling. Yunho’s wings snapped in anticipation. Junho broke from his mouth with a gasp and then tugged on Yunho’s arms until he was on his back with Yunho over him, enclosing him in arms and legs and wings.
God that’s sexy, Jaejoong said, as Junho kissed Yunho again. He moaned low and yanked Yunho down so their bodies pressed together. Yunho whimpered, keening as Junho’s fingers carded through his feathers.
Yoochun wanted to stay and watch, but Jaejoong shook his head. I say we give them some privacy. They need it.
Yoochun nodded. He sent Yunho a brief, Scream if you need me, or do something stupid.
Yunho’s acknowledgement was almost overridden with lust.
And then a voice that was not Yunho’s, and sounded suspiciously like Junho’s, told them both to get out.
Yoochun laughed. “Okay, okay. We’re going.”
Jaejoong giggled, too. Yoochun climbed out of bed. He put his arm around his mate. Their wings touched and melded together as they left the room.
An Interlude: Flights of HoHo
Part 15: Flights of Distractions
Part 14: Flights of Battles
Part 13: Flights of Obstacles
Part 12: Flights of Uncertainty | Part 11: Flights of Understanding | Part 10: Flights of Control | Part 9: Flights of Discovery | Part 8: Flights of Recovery | Part 7: Flights of Abduction | Part 6: Flights of Passion | Part 5: Flights of Suspicion | Part 4: Flights of Change | Part 3: Flights of Freedom | Part 2: Flights of Desperation | Part 1: Flights of Possession
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