Flights of HoHo: An Interlude
Title: Flights of HoHo: An Interlude
Pairing: Junho/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're only mine in this story, because really, in real life, I think the Junho/Yunho pairing would make the world explode like it does to my vag.
Summary: Junho hates that Yoochun is right. But Yunho is ... well, Yunho is his.
A/N: This part pics up right where the last chapter left off.
An Interlude:
The only thing Junho hated more than being told he was wrong was being scared. And now he was both. Wrong and scared.
And even worse, he hated it when someone else was right. And Yoochun was right. With his arms around Yunho's waist, Junho knew Yoochun was right. Being in the net had not been fun; and it was more than just uncomfortable. Yes, Yunho had carried him and been right next to him, but after two days of being able to feel Yunho's ... soul (it was the only word Junho could think of) ... it had been jarring to have it gone.
Life was spiraling away from him faster than he could control it.
Part of him loved it. Part of him loved the feel of Yunho's chest against his. Yunho was only a few centimeters taller than Junho and they fit together so perfectly. He loved how his skin shivered with every touch. How their lips met, just now: unconsciously.
Yunho whimpered, arms tightening. Junho's knees shook. He needed to sit or he was going to fall over. He turned and stepped back until his knees hit the end of the bed. He sat hard. Yunho followed him down, lips never leaving his. He pushed, and Junho slid back on the bed, lying down as soon as his feet were no longer hanging off the edge. Yunho hovered over him, arms by his head, knees on each side of his hips. With wings half spread, Yunho shivered and the hair on Junho's arms stood up as an answering shiver sped through him. He grabbed Yunho's hips and yanked, knocking Yunho off balance. He grunted as Yunho landed on top of him and then moaned as Yunho moved and their bodies pressed together.
Scream if you need me, Yoochun said.
Yeah ... what ... yeah, Yunho replied.
Junho growled in frustration. Get out. Both of you get out.
They laughed at him and Yunho's essence spiked with concern, but Junho didn't want to think about it. He wanted them gone. They were in the room when Yunho first kissed him. He did not want them in the room now. He wanted to be alone.
But when the door shut, he started to panic, because he was alone. With Yunho. In bed. With Yunho. About to lose absolute control. With Yunho.
He tore his mouth from Yunho's with a gasp and turned his head.
Yunho breathed deeply, warm air puffing against Junho's neck.
"Are you alright?" Yunho whispered.
Junho shut his eyes tightly and tried to breathe without gasping. He didn't know if he was alright. Softness brushed along his arm and his eyes opened. Everything had darkened, shadowy. He turned his head and blinked. Yunho had spread his wings, enclosed them in a dome of gray. Cautiously, Junho reached out and brushed his fingertips over the deep gray feathers. Each feather appeared to be the exact same shade. Jaejoong's wings were pattered in browns and grays, but Yunho's had no patterns, an even shade. Or at least, he didn't think they did. He wondered how different they'd be if he looked closer.
He did not stop Yunho from pressing a kiss to his lips again.
"I hate it when Yoochun is right," Junho muttered.
Yunho snorted. "Oh god, I know. Arrogant bastard. Be glad you've only been dealing with it for two nights."
Junho smiled. "I have so many questions, but they don't really seem important right now."
"What is important right now?"
Junho met his eyes with a serious look. "You. I don't want you to be worried. I don't want you to think I'm going to leave. But ... you have ... you have to give me time. This is--"
Yunho nodded. "I know."
"No, you don't. You're like eight hundred years old. I don't know anything about you, but I feel like I know you perfectly. It's disconcerting to say the least, and if that's not complicated enough, I've never been with a man before, and this is seriously--"
Yunho kissed him. Just a press of lips, but it shut him up and Junho took a deep breath.
"We don't have to do anything," Yunho whispered. "You can ask me anything you want. We're not leaving this place for a few nights. We can't, because of Jaejoong's arm and his wing, and there really isn't anywhere else for us to go. So ask your questions."
"With you lying on top of me, I don't really feel like talking," Junho said, and ignored the heat in his cheeks.
Yunho bit his lower lip, the point of a fang pushing a pale divot in the dark red flesh. Junho shivered. He lifted his hand and ran his finger over the fang. Yunho opened his mouth and let his tongue run over the tip of Junho's finger. Yunho was incredibly attractive in human terms. Broad shoulders, strong jaw, dark eyes. If Yunho had been human, he'd be very sought after by all the women. And he wouldn't have been only a soldier like Junho, but a commander. In charge.
But would he? He'd have to be different as a human than Avixiary, because Junho knew he had control of this. Yunho would do anything he wanted, and then there was the matter of Yunho's bright smiles, his surprised laughter and the way he held Junho so delicately, so afraid to hurt him.
Junho put his arms around Yunho's neck and pulled him close again, pressing their lips together. They readjusted until Yunho lay on his side, the limbs entwined. Yunho's wing stayed spread, curled over them. The feathers caressed Junho's skin. He wanted to feel more. He propped up enough and reached over his head. He gripped his shirt and pulled it off.
Yunho froze. He even stopped breathing. Junho fought his smile as he curled his body against Yunho's. One hand went around his waist and loosened the ties of his shirt. With shaking arms, Yunho finished taking his shirt off. The heat from his body doubled with the skin-to-skin contact and Junho pressed himself again Yunho.
Yunho's wings shuddered and then again curled around him, cocooning him in a soft touch.
Junho shut his eyes and breathed deep. Yunho smelled of night, of the darkest part of the forest, of trees and wind and ... now Junho knew he was being lame, but he didn't care. Yunho was his. He opened his mouth and pressed a kiss to Yunho's strong chest.
Yunho moaned and held Junho tightly. The feeling inside him, that presence, weaved between love and lust and happiness and disbelief. Junho laughed. He lifted his head and put a hand on the back of Yunho's neck. His fingers teased the ends of his hair, and then Junho slid his hand up, nails scratching. Yunho's eyes shut. His moan cut off to a squeak of surprise when Junho kissed him. Yunho's arms shook with tension; Junho knew he was holding back, and it pissed him off. He didn't want Yunho to be so tentative, so ... submissive.
With the kiss distracting him, it was easier to connect to that feeling of Yunho inside him. Maybe because he wasn't thinking or trying to hard, but suddenly, there was a ... snap? Yeah, that's was the best way Junho could describe it. It was like something snapped inside him or outside him and he was no longer him, but he was him and he was with Yunho inside one of them. Maybe he really shouldn't try describing it. It was wonderful, that much was certain. Because Yunho loved him, loved that he was human, loved that he was sort of a dick, loved that he had stood up for himself and defended himself against creatures he thought as monsters.
After feeling that, Junho could not think of Yunho as a monster. Never again. Yoochun maybe, but not Yunho.
Don't hold back, Junho thought, and then wondered if Yunho heard him.
Yunho shivered and the anxiety in his feeling increased.
Junho understood rather than heard the question from his feelings. Yes, I know what I'm asking for. You're acting like some blushing girl. It's pissing me off. I loved dominating you before. God, that was hot, but … I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I do know that I don’t want you like that right now. And aren't you supposed to give me what I want?
I'm not sure you know what you want, Yunho replied carefully.
Junho laughed. "That makes two of us, baby." He arched his body into Yunho's with a moan. "But I'm sure that what you want right now is what I want right now."
Yunho's eyes shut as Junho rubbed against him. Junho marveled at his self-control. His erection pressed into Junho's side, and with a growl, Junho pushed his leg between Yunho's roughly. Yunho gasped and his eyes flew open.
Instead of trepidation, they burned with lust and desire.
Junho smirked. "That's better."
Yunho growled. Their lips met again in a hard kiss, lips pushed against teeth. Yunho’s hands dragged down his sides harshly. The cover of his wings disappeared. Fingers gripped Junho’s hips and the room spun as Yunho rolled them over. Junho’s breath caught in his throat until he found himself straddling Yunho, fingers clenching Yunho’s chest.
He opened his mouth to reprimand him, but Yunho lifted his hips with a whine and Junho gasped, eyes shutting tightly. The presence in him flared with so much lust that Junho cried out and his elbows bent. Their lips found each other again. Yunho moved him again with hands on his hips. Junho shook, mind gone as their trapped erections rubbed together.
“God, Yunho,” Junho whispered as his body shook uncontrollably. Their mouths opened, breaking the kiss, but did not move. Junho realized he was rocking against Yunho. He wanted … oh, god, he wanted more. Yunho’s fingers tightened and then cloth ripped. Hot hands landed on his now-bare hips.
Junho’s eyes squeezed shut as Yunho continued to move him, over and back. His mouth landed warm and wet against Yunho’s chest and he sucked on the skin, moaning his pleasure into it.
Again, Yunho seemed unsure, and Junho told him, either mentally or out loud, Junho didn’t know, to touch him. Just please, please touch.
Junho gasped as the heat moved to his dick and a firm hand encased him, stroking harshly.
“Yunho!” The pleasure in Junho’s body exploded. He bit down on the flesh in his mouth and screamed into Yunho’s body as his orgasm shot through him and covered Yunho’s stomach and chest in thick stripes of white. He whimpered as Yunho continued to stroke him. His elbows shook and gave, pushing their bodies together. He gasped, shutting his eyes, trying to regain coherency.
When there was a touch of worry in his heart, Junho reassured it. That was amazing. He’d never, ever come so hard in his life.
He turned his head up and smiled at Yunho. The fear in Yunho’s eyes was replaced as he smiled back. Their lips met again and Junho kissed him lazily. They rolled over, on their sides, legs and arms entwined.
“Spread your wings,” Junho whispered. “I like them around us.”
Yunho smiled and did as Junho asked. Junho’s fingers found his feathers. He sighed in contentment and then shivered as Yunho’s hand traced over his hip. Yunho’s still hard cock twitched against Junho’s thigh.
Junho grinned. He pressed a quick kiss to Yunho’s lips. “Alright. Get naked. We’re going to do this again.”
“Are you …” He winced.
“I have plenty of time to get to know you,” Junho said, fingers tracing the worry from Yunho’s face. “But I want to feel you and watch you and make you come.”
Yunho shivered and nodded. “Okay. I won’t say no to that.”
Junho laughed. Good. Now get naked, my mate, and let me play with you.
Yunho’s smile lit up Junho’s heart. He nuzzled Junho’s neck, the tip of a fang pressed against his skin and Junho shivered. How had he ever thought Yunho was evil? He definitely never would again. From now on, in his heart and mind, Yunho would only be thought of as his mate.
Part 17: Flights of Feeding
Part 16: Flights of Realization
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: Junho/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're only mine in this story, because really, in real life, I think the Junho/Yunho pairing would make the world explode like it does to my vag.
Summary: Junho hates that Yoochun is right. But Yunho is ... well, Yunho is his.
A/N: This part pics up right where the last chapter left off.
An Interlude:
The only thing Junho hated more than being told he was wrong was being scared. And now he was both. Wrong and scared.
And even worse, he hated it when someone else was right. And Yoochun was right. With his arms around Yunho's waist, Junho knew Yoochun was right. Being in the net had not been fun; and it was more than just uncomfortable. Yes, Yunho had carried him and been right next to him, but after two days of being able to feel Yunho's ... soul (it was the only word Junho could think of) ... it had been jarring to have it gone.
Life was spiraling away from him faster than he could control it.
Part of him loved it. Part of him loved the feel of Yunho's chest against his. Yunho was only a few centimeters taller than Junho and they fit together so perfectly. He loved how his skin shivered with every touch. How their lips met, just now: unconsciously.
Yunho whimpered, arms tightening. Junho's knees shook. He needed to sit or he was going to fall over. He turned and stepped back until his knees hit the end of the bed. He sat hard. Yunho followed him down, lips never leaving his. He pushed, and Junho slid back on the bed, lying down as soon as his feet were no longer hanging off the edge. Yunho hovered over him, arms by his head, knees on each side of his hips. With wings half spread, Yunho shivered and the hair on Junho's arms stood up as an answering shiver sped through him. He grabbed Yunho's hips and yanked, knocking Yunho off balance. He grunted as Yunho landed on top of him and then moaned as Yunho moved and their bodies pressed together.
Scream if you need me, Yoochun said.
Yeah ... what ... yeah, Yunho replied.
Junho growled in frustration. Get out. Both of you get out.
They laughed at him and Yunho's essence spiked with concern, but Junho didn't want to think about it. He wanted them gone. They were in the room when Yunho first kissed him. He did not want them in the room now. He wanted to be alone.
But when the door shut, he started to panic, because he was alone. With Yunho. In bed. With Yunho. About to lose absolute control. With Yunho.
He tore his mouth from Yunho's with a gasp and turned his head.
Yunho breathed deeply, warm air puffing against Junho's neck.
"Are you alright?" Yunho whispered.
Junho shut his eyes tightly and tried to breathe without gasping. He didn't know if he was alright. Softness brushed along his arm and his eyes opened. Everything had darkened, shadowy. He turned his head and blinked. Yunho had spread his wings, enclosed them in a dome of gray. Cautiously, Junho reached out and brushed his fingertips over the deep gray feathers. Each feather appeared to be the exact same shade. Jaejoong's wings were pattered in browns and grays, but Yunho's had no patterns, an even shade. Or at least, he didn't think they did. He wondered how different they'd be if he looked closer.
He did not stop Yunho from pressing a kiss to his lips again.
"I hate it when Yoochun is right," Junho muttered.
Yunho snorted. "Oh god, I know. Arrogant bastard. Be glad you've only been dealing with it for two nights."
Junho smiled. "I have so many questions, but they don't really seem important right now."
"What is important right now?"
Junho met his eyes with a serious look. "You. I don't want you to be worried. I don't want you to think I'm going to leave. But ... you have ... you have to give me time. This is--"
Yunho nodded. "I know."
"No, you don't. You're like eight hundred years old. I don't know anything about you, but I feel like I know you perfectly. It's disconcerting to say the least, and if that's not complicated enough, I've never been with a man before, and this is seriously--"
Yunho kissed him. Just a press of lips, but it shut him up and Junho took a deep breath.
"We don't have to do anything," Yunho whispered. "You can ask me anything you want. We're not leaving this place for a few nights. We can't, because of Jaejoong's arm and his wing, and there really isn't anywhere else for us to go. So ask your questions."
"With you lying on top of me, I don't really feel like talking," Junho said, and ignored the heat in his cheeks.
Yunho bit his lower lip, the point of a fang pushing a pale divot in the dark red flesh. Junho shivered. He lifted his hand and ran his finger over the fang. Yunho opened his mouth and let his tongue run over the tip of Junho's finger. Yunho was incredibly attractive in human terms. Broad shoulders, strong jaw, dark eyes. If Yunho had been human, he'd be very sought after by all the women. And he wouldn't have been only a soldier like Junho, but a commander. In charge.
But would he? He'd have to be different as a human than Avixiary, because Junho knew he had control of this. Yunho would do anything he wanted, and then there was the matter of Yunho's bright smiles, his surprised laughter and the way he held Junho so delicately, so afraid to hurt him.
Junho put his arms around Yunho's neck and pulled him close again, pressing their lips together. They readjusted until Yunho lay on his side, the limbs entwined. Yunho's wing stayed spread, curled over them. The feathers caressed Junho's skin. He wanted to feel more. He propped up enough and reached over his head. He gripped his shirt and pulled it off.
Yunho froze. He even stopped breathing. Junho fought his smile as he curled his body against Yunho's. One hand went around his waist and loosened the ties of his shirt. With shaking arms, Yunho finished taking his shirt off. The heat from his body doubled with the skin-to-skin contact and Junho pressed himself again Yunho.
Yunho's wings shuddered and then again curled around him, cocooning him in a soft touch.
Junho shut his eyes and breathed deep. Yunho smelled of night, of the darkest part of the forest, of trees and wind and ... now Junho knew he was being lame, but he didn't care. Yunho was his. He opened his mouth and pressed a kiss to Yunho's strong chest.
Yunho moaned and held Junho tightly. The feeling inside him, that presence, weaved between love and lust and happiness and disbelief. Junho laughed. He lifted his head and put a hand on the back of Yunho's neck. His fingers teased the ends of his hair, and then Junho slid his hand up, nails scratching. Yunho's eyes shut. His moan cut off to a squeak of surprise when Junho kissed him. Yunho's arms shook with tension; Junho knew he was holding back, and it pissed him off. He didn't want Yunho to be so tentative, so ... submissive.
With the kiss distracting him, it was easier to connect to that feeling of Yunho inside him. Maybe because he wasn't thinking or trying to hard, but suddenly, there was a ... snap? Yeah, that's was the best way Junho could describe it. It was like something snapped inside him or outside him and he was no longer him, but he was him and he was with Yunho inside one of them. Maybe he really shouldn't try describing it. It was wonderful, that much was certain. Because Yunho loved him, loved that he was human, loved that he was sort of a dick, loved that he had stood up for himself and defended himself against creatures he thought as monsters.
After feeling that, Junho could not think of Yunho as a monster. Never again. Yoochun maybe, but not Yunho.
Don't hold back, Junho thought, and then wondered if Yunho heard him.
Yunho shivered and the anxiety in his feeling increased.
Junho understood rather than heard the question from his feelings. Yes, I know what I'm asking for. You're acting like some blushing girl. It's pissing me off. I loved dominating you before. God, that was hot, but … I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I do know that I don’t want you like that right now. And aren't you supposed to give me what I want?
I'm not sure you know what you want, Yunho replied carefully.
Junho laughed. "That makes two of us, baby." He arched his body into Yunho's with a moan. "But I'm sure that what you want right now is what I want right now."
Yunho's eyes shut as Junho rubbed against him. Junho marveled at his self-control. His erection pressed into Junho's side, and with a growl, Junho pushed his leg between Yunho's roughly. Yunho gasped and his eyes flew open.
Instead of trepidation, they burned with lust and desire.
Junho smirked. "That's better."
Yunho growled. Their lips met again in a hard kiss, lips pushed against teeth. Yunho’s hands dragged down his sides harshly. The cover of his wings disappeared. Fingers gripped Junho’s hips and the room spun as Yunho rolled them over. Junho’s breath caught in his throat until he found himself straddling Yunho, fingers clenching Yunho’s chest.
He opened his mouth to reprimand him, but Yunho lifted his hips with a whine and Junho gasped, eyes shutting tightly. The presence in him flared with so much lust that Junho cried out and his elbows bent. Their lips found each other again. Yunho moved him again with hands on his hips. Junho shook, mind gone as their trapped erections rubbed together.
“God, Yunho,” Junho whispered as his body shook uncontrollably. Their mouths opened, breaking the kiss, but did not move. Junho realized he was rocking against Yunho. He wanted … oh, god, he wanted more. Yunho’s fingers tightened and then cloth ripped. Hot hands landed on his now-bare hips.
Junho’s eyes squeezed shut as Yunho continued to move him, over and back. His mouth landed warm and wet against Yunho’s chest and he sucked on the skin, moaning his pleasure into it.
Again, Yunho seemed unsure, and Junho told him, either mentally or out loud, Junho didn’t know, to touch him. Just please, please touch.
Junho gasped as the heat moved to his dick and a firm hand encased him, stroking harshly.
“Yunho!” The pleasure in Junho’s body exploded. He bit down on the flesh in his mouth and screamed into Yunho’s body as his orgasm shot through him and covered Yunho’s stomach and chest in thick stripes of white. He whimpered as Yunho continued to stroke him. His elbows shook and gave, pushing their bodies together. He gasped, shutting his eyes, trying to regain coherency.
When there was a touch of worry in his heart, Junho reassured it. That was amazing. He’d never, ever come so hard in his life.
He turned his head up and smiled at Yunho. The fear in Yunho’s eyes was replaced as he smiled back. Their lips met again and Junho kissed him lazily. They rolled over, on their sides, legs and arms entwined.
“Spread your wings,” Junho whispered. “I like them around us.”
Yunho smiled and did as Junho asked. Junho’s fingers found his feathers. He sighed in contentment and then shivered as Yunho’s hand traced over his hip. Yunho’s still hard cock twitched against Junho’s thigh.
Junho grinned. He pressed a quick kiss to Yunho’s lips. “Alright. Get naked. We’re going to do this again.”
“Are you …” He winced.
“I have plenty of time to get to know you,” Junho said, fingers tracing the worry from Yunho’s face. “But I want to feel you and watch you and make you come.”
Yunho shivered and nodded. “Okay. I won’t say no to that.”
Junho laughed. Good. Now get naked, my mate, and let me play with you.
Yunho’s smile lit up Junho’s heart. He nuzzled Junho’s neck, the tip of a fang pressed against his skin and Junho shivered. How had he ever thought Yunho was evil? He definitely never would again. From now on, in his heart and mind, Yunho would only be thought of as his mate.
Part 17: Flights of Feeding
Part 16: Flights of Realization
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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