Flights 19/?
Title: Flights 19/?
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: 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 19: Flights of Indecision
Yunho’s nervous energy permeated through the hall as they headed toward the bathroom. Junho frowned at him, and then shook his head.
“Hang on,” he said and held up his hand. The others stopped and Junho pulled Yunho a few feet from them.
“Talk to me, babe,” Junho said. “What’s wrong?”
Yunho pressed a fang to his lower lip and looked away, meeting Yoochun’s eyes for a moment of understanding.
Junho frowned again, and then pushed himself against Yunho and they slammed into the wall. Yunho shook his head, still not looking at Junho.
“But that’s the point!” he suddenly shouted. “You hated me two days ago. This is … it’s …”
Junho tried to kiss him, but Yunho turned his head.
“It’s too soon,” Yunho whispered, eyes on the floor. “It’s … it’s too … And don’t tell me that. I don’t want you to do this because you have to. I want you to want to.”
Junho smiled. “I do want to. I love the feeling I have inside me that is you. I love that it’s there, and it hurt and ached all night when I was in that net, unable to feel you. If being your mate means that it’s stronger, harsher, wilder, then I want that.”
“You want the feeling, not me.”
“You are the-”
Yunho shook his head. “You don’t know anything about me, so don’t say that. Our connection is weak …” He trailed off and then finally raised his head. He held Junho’s gaze as he brought a hand up to his mouth, slicing a fang through the deep flesh on his palm. The smell of blood filled the hallway. His hand stayed between their faces, bloodied palm turned toward Junho. “Taste me.”
Junho swallowed, wide eyes on Yunho’s hand. Blood dripped down Yunho’s wrist and splattered on the floor. With a small shiver, Junho turned away.
A painful level of heartache shot through all of them, and Junho stepped back with a gasp. Yunho whipped around, wings snapping as he brushed by Junho. A moment later he disappeared and a door slammed. Junho stood in the middle of the hall, frozen in disbelief.
Changmin snorted, rolled his eyes and then took Junsu’s hand and led him back the way he had come. Jaejoong shifted with worry. Eyes fluttering, mouth in a pout.
Yoochun sighed. “And now you have another mess to straighten up.”
“He cut me off,” Junho said as he lifted his head. “He … he …”
“I don’t blame him. You have a few hours. I suggest you figure this out. Yunho is right. You don’t know him, and you hated him two days ago.”
“You were telling me earlier that I should just let him do it, that two days is a blink to Avixiary.”
“It is. But it isn’t to you. And the fact that Yunho picked that out of your soul should tell you again how much he loves you.”
“This is fucking bull shit,” Junho said and stomped down the hall to where Yunho had disappeared. The door to the room was locked, and he pounded on it a few times before shouting, “God damn you stubborn mate, let me in.”
Yoochun smirked, and then outright laughed when Yunho said, “If you were Avixiary you could break the door down.”
Junho turned an exasperated look to Yoochun.
Yoochun held up his hands and shook his head. “Nope. Not happening.”
Junho sighed and pounded on the door again. “Yunho, open the door.”
“No.”
“God, he’s like a woman scorned,” Yoochun muttered, and Jaejoong laughed next to him.
Very carefully, Yoochun felt his mate reach out for Yunho. He raised his eyebrows at Jaejoong. Jaejoong blushed, but did not stop as he sent to Yunho, This is hilarious, but please open the door. He’s agitated and his blood is flowing fast and he smells good, and I’m sure I’m not the only Avixiary who can smell--
The door flung open, an arm reached out, grabbed Junho’s shirt and yanked him into the room. The door slammed shut again.
Yoochun laughed and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek. “Good thinking, love.”
I might kill him, Junho suddenly said.
That’s fine, Yoochun replied. Just call me if he starts turning you so I can get rid of your transmitters.
Junho snorted and then was gone from his mind.
Jaejoong smiled at his master and said, “If he’s speaking mentally, he’s already half way there.”
Yoochun nodded. “I’m sure as soon as he takes a taste of blood, nothing will stop them.”
Jaejoong sighed. “We still can’t go find chocolate, huh?”
“Not yet, but one day.” Yoochun put his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulders and led him back to the main room where Changmin and Junsu had gone. Changmin sat at a table, inspecting the metal net. Junsu lay on a couch, head on a pillow. Jaejoong broke away from Yoochun and joined Junsu. The other sub smiled and lifted his arm, and their bodies rearranged until they were comfortable, and then Jaejoong’s eyes shut with a tired sigh.
Yoochun sat across from Changmin. The other wordlessly held up a side of the net and Yoochun took it, holding it up while Changmin inspected another piece of equipment. Yoochun grew bored almost immediately. He kept his eyes on his mate, sleeping next to Junsu, then turned to watch the humans on the monitor. Most of them had taken their helmets off, the night vision unnecessary in the bright sunlight.
“Any chance we can get them while they think we’re all immobile?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin looked up at the monitor briefly. “Not at this bunker. No weapons outside remember? And we’re too close to the surface.”
Yoochun felt the pull of the sun in his skin. The need to sleep. “Definitely too close.”
His head snapped back to the couch as his mate moaned. He bristled as Jaejoong’s fangs sank into Junsu’s shoulder.
“Just let him,” Changmin said. “He’s only drinking.”
Yoochun glared at Changmin and then watched as Jaejoong drank only a few swallows and then settled back down.
“And besides,” Changmin said with a smirk, “now we have a reason to punish them.”
Yoochun stopped a laugh and shook his head. An electrical current zapped through the metal and into his hands. Yoochun yelped and dropped it.
“Oh, sorry.” Changmin adjusted a dial. “I’m so tired of humans. Seriously. If we didn’t need them to survive, I think I’d destroy them all.”
“You’re a cynical bastard,” Yoochun said.
Changmin snorted. “And?”
“Just an observation. Why is that?”
Changmin made sure Junsu and Jaejoong were still asleep, and then he said, “A lifetime of jealousy, I guess. I love Junsu, but …”
Yoochun’s eyebrows climbed. “You’re a bitch because your mate was never human?”
Changmin sighed. “God, it sounds ridiculous when you say it that way. And … I love Junsu. I do. And …”
“It’s been six hundred years.”
“Yeah. I’ve gotten over it, mostly, but sometimes it’s the reason why Junsu and I fight so much. It’s not his fault. Part of me blames him. And the worst part is that he knows this, and he can feel this, and yet he loves me anyway. I don’t deserve him at all. He doesn’t care that I wasn’t human, but he’s the submate, and … god, this gets stupider and stupider every time I say it out loud.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Junsu understands, but he gets upset and takes off. He knows I love him, but …”
“You two need some serious therapy.”
Changmin scoffed and then sighed.
Yoochun!
Yoochun winced against the mental shout. Jaejoong and Junsu woke up with a start, and Changmin jerked and dropped the metal box in his hand.
“Can’t those two do anything on their own,” Changmin muttered as he stood up. He grabbed a knife from a drawer.
Yoochun smirked. They commanded their mates to stay there, and then Changmin and Yoochun headed to their room.
“Everything alright?” Leeteuk asked. Others had their heads out in the hall.
“Yeah,” Changmin said. “Just trying to get the human turned.”
Leeteuk grinned. “That’s what we thought. Try to do it more quietly.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. Yoochun chuckled as he opened the bedroom door. The first thing he smelled was blood, the second semen. The combined scent spiraled his instincts out of control, and his eyes turned red before he managed to stop himself.
“You’re so weak,” Changmin said.
Yunho was straddling Junho’s hips, fucking himself on Junho’s cock while anticipation and need thrummed through the air. He opened his mouth in utter pleasure. He fell forward and bit down again on Junho’s neck, whimpering, humming in submission. Blood covered their naked skin, and the bed and the walls.
“God damn them,” Changmin muttered.
Junho grunted as their presence registered. His eyes opened. Red, deep pure red.
“Right thigh, left lung,” Yoochun said.
Changmin nodded.
Yunho hissed and whimpered as Changmin climbed on the bed, but Junho wasn’t so blown that he couldn’t calm his mate down. Yunho grudgingly let Junho’s cock fall from his body. He landed on his back, gasping. A spark of fear flew through Junho, but Changmin didn’t let him think about it to much. He slammed the knife into his thigh, and Junho screamed and Yunho screamed and Yoochun grabbed Yunho and held him while he fought to get to his mate. Blood fountained through the room, splattering Changmin as he practically ripped the vein from Junho’s body. The metal transmitter clattered to the floor and Changmin went after it and smashed it with the end of the knife.
“Turn him, Yunho,” Yoochun said. “Before …”
Yunho broke away from Yoochun with a whimper of need and possession. He pulled Junho’s practically limp body on top of him. A feeling of calm spread from Yunho to his mate and Junho whined, mouth closing over a wound in Yunho’s neck. He sucked hard. Yunho lifted his legs, body shaking, and Junho pushed back inside of him.
Junho hummed low, claiming and marking, and then their voices joined, bodies jerking as Junho fucked him harder, a new level of energy sparking through him. His mouth ripped away from Yunho’s neck with a gasp. Yunho held him by the back of his head and slammed his fangs into Junho’s neck.
“Now or never,” Changmin said, and then pushed the knife into Junho’s back. He screamed and Yunho tightened his hold, and wrapped his legs around him, holding him tightly while he drained Junho of what blood was still in his body. It took a few minutes for Changmin to find the transmitter, but as soon as he did, he jerked away from the pair and destroyed it.
The gaping wound in Junho’s back bled profusely for a few seconds and then the blood stopped, and their bodies rocked faster.
Changmin sighed, and then said, “You’re cleaning this up,” before turning away.
“What? Why?” Yoochun demanded, going after him. The door slammed.
“I had to clean up your mess with Jaejoong, you get to clean up this one.”
“Fine. Whatever.”
“Let’s go shower and get the stink of human off us.”
Yoochun smiled and followed him to the bathroom. Changmin went right to the shower and turned the water on high before stripping down. Yoochun added his blood soaked clothes to the pile. Before Changmin could climb in, Yoochun grabbed his shoulder. With a smirk, he opened his mouth and licked up some of the blood from Changmin’s chest.
Changmin shivered, hands gripping Yoochun’s waist as Yoochun licked lower. He closed his mouth around Changmin’s nipple and slipped his fangs under skin for only a swallow, before moving to the other side and licking up more blood.
“Fucker,” Changmin said. He jerked Yoochun away and then did the same thing, licking blood from his neck and arms. He took two swallows of blood from Yoochun’s shoulder. Both of them were hard as a rock, erections trapped between their bodies.
Almost as one, they jerked apart, chests heaving. Changmin kept his eyes shut, and then turned and climbed in the shower.
Yoochun chuckled. “Can’t really punish our mates, now can we?”
“I’m still going to, just for the fun of it.”
“Yeah. Hey, is there any chocolate in this bunker?”
Part 20: Flights of Revenge
Part 18: Flights of Planning
Part 17: Flights of Feeding
An Interlude: Flights of HoHo
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: 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: 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 19: Flights of Indecision
Yunho’s nervous energy permeated through the hall as they headed toward the bathroom. Junho frowned at him, and then shook his head.
“Hang on,” he said and held up his hand. The others stopped and Junho pulled Yunho a few feet from them.
“Talk to me, babe,” Junho said. “What’s wrong?”
Yunho pressed a fang to his lower lip and looked away, meeting Yoochun’s eyes for a moment of understanding.
Junho frowned again, and then pushed himself against Yunho and they slammed into the wall. Yunho shook his head, still not looking at Junho.
“But that’s the point!” he suddenly shouted. “You hated me two days ago. This is … it’s …”
Junho tried to kiss him, but Yunho turned his head.
“It’s too soon,” Yunho whispered, eyes on the floor. “It’s … it’s too … And don’t tell me that. I don’t want you to do this because you have to. I want you to want to.”
Junho smiled. “I do want to. I love the feeling I have inside me that is you. I love that it’s there, and it hurt and ached all night when I was in that net, unable to feel you. If being your mate means that it’s stronger, harsher, wilder, then I want that.”
“You want the feeling, not me.”
“You are the-”
Yunho shook his head. “You don’t know anything about me, so don’t say that. Our connection is weak …” He trailed off and then finally raised his head. He held Junho’s gaze as he brought a hand up to his mouth, slicing a fang through the deep flesh on his palm. The smell of blood filled the hallway. His hand stayed between their faces, bloodied palm turned toward Junho. “Taste me.”
Junho swallowed, wide eyes on Yunho’s hand. Blood dripped down Yunho’s wrist and splattered on the floor. With a small shiver, Junho turned away.
A painful level of heartache shot through all of them, and Junho stepped back with a gasp. Yunho whipped around, wings snapping as he brushed by Junho. A moment later he disappeared and a door slammed. Junho stood in the middle of the hall, frozen in disbelief.
Changmin snorted, rolled his eyes and then took Junsu’s hand and led him back the way he had come. Jaejoong shifted with worry. Eyes fluttering, mouth in a pout.
Yoochun sighed. “And now you have another mess to straighten up.”
“He cut me off,” Junho said as he lifted his head. “He … he …”
“I don’t blame him. You have a few hours. I suggest you figure this out. Yunho is right. You don’t know him, and you hated him two days ago.”
“You were telling me earlier that I should just let him do it, that two days is a blink to Avixiary.”
“It is. But it isn’t to you. And the fact that Yunho picked that out of your soul should tell you again how much he loves you.”
“This is fucking bull shit,” Junho said and stomped down the hall to where Yunho had disappeared. The door to the room was locked, and he pounded on it a few times before shouting, “God damn you stubborn mate, let me in.”
Yoochun smirked, and then outright laughed when Yunho said, “If you were Avixiary you could break the door down.”
Junho turned an exasperated look to Yoochun.
Yoochun held up his hands and shook his head. “Nope. Not happening.”
Junho sighed and pounded on the door again. “Yunho, open the door.”
“No.”
“God, he’s like a woman scorned,” Yoochun muttered, and Jaejoong laughed next to him.
Very carefully, Yoochun felt his mate reach out for Yunho. He raised his eyebrows at Jaejoong. Jaejoong blushed, but did not stop as he sent to Yunho, This is hilarious, but please open the door. He’s agitated and his blood is flowing fast and he smells good, and I’m sure I’m not the only Avixiary who can smell--
The door flung open, an arm reached out, grabbed Junho’s shirt and yanked him into the room. The door slammed shut again.
Yoochun laughed and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek. “Good thinking, love.”
I might kill him, Junho suddenly said.
That’s fine, Yoochun replied. Just call me if he starts turning you so I can get rid of your transmitters.
Junho snorted and then was gone from his mind.
Jaejoong smiled at his master and said, “If he’s speaking mentally, he’s already half way there.”
Yoochun nodded. “I’m sure as soon as he takes a taste of blood, nothing will stop them.”
Jaejoong sighed. “We still can’t go find chocolate, huh?”
“Not yet, but one day.” Yoochun put his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulders and led him back to the main room where Changmin and Junsu had gone. Changmin sat at a table, inspecting the metal net. Junsu lay on a couch, head on a pillow. Jaejoong broke away from Yoochun and joined Junsu. The other sub smiled and lifted his arm, and their bodies rearranged until they were comfortable, and then Jaejoong’s eyes shut with a tired sigh.
Yoochun sat across from Changmin. The other wordlessly held up a side of the net and Yoochun took it, holding it up while Changmin inspected another piece of equipment. Yoochun grew bored almost immediately. He kept his eyes on his mate, sleeping next to Junsu, then turned to watch the humans on the monitor. Most of them had taken their helmets off, the night vision unnecessary in the bright sunlight.
“Any chance we can get them while they think we’re all immobile?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin looked up at the monitor briefly. “Not at this bunker. No weapons outside remember? And we’re too close to the surface.”
Yoochun felt the pull of the sun in his skin. The need to sleep. “Definitely too close.”
His head snapped back to the couch as his mate moaned. He bristled as Jaejoong’s fangs sank into Junsu’s shoulder.
“Just let him,” Changmin said. “He’s only drinking.”
Yoochun glared at Changmin and then watched as Jaejoong drank only a few swallows and then settled back down.
“And besides,” Changmin said with a smirk, “now we have a reason to punish them.”
Yoochun stopped a laugh and shook his head. An electrical current zapped through the metal and into his hands. Yoochun yelped and dropped it.
“Oh, sorry.” Changmin adjusted a dial. “I’m so tired of humans. Seriously. If we didn’t need them to survive, I think I’d destroy them all.”
“You’re a cynical bastard,” Yoochun said.
Changmin snorted. “And?”
“Just an observation. Why is that?”
Changmin made sure Junsu and Jaejoong were still asleep, and then he said, “A lifetime of jealousy, I guess. I love Junsu, but …”
Yoochun’s eyebrows climbed. “You’re a bitch because your mate was never human?”
Changmin sighed. “God, it sounds ridiculous when you say it that way. And … I love Junsu. I do. And …”
“It’s been six hundred years.”
“Yeah. I’ve gotten over it, mostly, but sometimes it’s the reason why Junsu and I fight so much. It’s not his fault. Part of me blames him. And the worst part is that he knows this, and he can feel this, and yet he loves me anyway. I don’t deserve him at all. He doesn’t care that I wasn’t human, but he’s the submate, and … god, this gets stupider and stupider every time I say it out loud.”
Yoochun laughed.
“Junsu understands, but he gets upset and takes off. He knows I love him, but …”
“You two need some serious therapy.”
Changmin scoffed and then sighed.
Yoochun!
Yoochun winced against the mental shout. Jaejoong and Junsu woke up with a start, and Changmin jerked and dropped the metal box in his hand.
“Can’t those two do anything on their own,” Changmin muttered as he stood up. He grabbed a knife from a drawer.
Yoochun smirked. They commanded their mates to stay there, and then Changmin and Yoochun headed to their room.
“Everything alright?” Leeteuk asked. Others had their heads out in the hall.
“Yeah,” Changmin said. “Just trying to get the human turned.”
Leeteuk grinned. “That’s what we thought. Try to do it more quietly.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. Yoochun chuckled as he opened the bedroom door. The first thing he smelled was blood, the second semen. The combined scent spiraled his instincts out of control, and his eyes turned red before he managed to stop himself.
“You’re so weak,” Changmin said.
Yunho was straddling Junho’s hips, fucking himself on Junho’s cock while anticipation and need thrummed through the air. He opened his mouth in utter pleasure. He fell forward and bit down again on Junho’s neck, whimpering, humming in submission. Blood covered their naked skin, and the bed and the walls.
“God damn them,” Changmin muttered.
Junho grunted as their presence registered. His eyes opened. Red, deep pure red.
“Right thigh, left lung,” Yoochun said.
Changmin nodded.
Yunho hissed and whimpered as Changmin climbed on the bed, but Junho wasn’t so blown that he couldn’t calm his mate down. Yunho grudgingly let Junho’s cock fall from his body. He landed on his back, gasping. A spark of fear flew through Junho, but Changmin didn’t let him think about it to much. He slammed the knife into his thigh, and Junho screamed and Yunho screamed and Yoochun grabbed Yunho and held him while he fought to get to his mate. Blood fountained through the room, splattering Changmin as he practically ripped the vein from Junho’s body. The metal transmitter clattered to the floor and Changmin went after it and smashed it with the end of the knife.
“Turn him, Yunho,” Yoochun said. “Before …”
Yunho broke away from Yoochun with a whimper of need and possession. He pulled Junho’s practically limp body on top of him. A feeling of calm spread from Yunho to his mate and Junho whined, mouth closing over a wound in Yunho’s neck. He sucked hard. Yunho lifted his legs, body shaking, and Junho pushed back inside of him.
Junho hummed low, claiming and marking, and then their voices joined, bodies jerking as Junho fucked him harder, a new level of energy sparking through him. His mouth ripped away from Yunho’s neck with a gasp. Yunho held him by the back of his head and slammed his fangs into Junho’s neck.
“Now or never,” Changmin said, and then pushed the knife into Junho’s back. He screamed and Yunho tightened his hold, and wrapped his legs around him, holding him tightly while he drained Junho of what blood was still in his body. It took a few minutes for Changmin to find the transmitter, but as soon as he did, he jerked away from the pair and destroyed it.
The gaping wound in Junho’s back bled profusely for a few seconds and then the blood stopped, and their bodies rocked faster.
Changmin sighed, and then said, “You’re cleaning this up,” before turning away.
“What? Why?” Yoochun demanded, going after him. The door slammed.
“I had to clean up your mess with Jaejoong, you get to clean up this one.”
“Fine. Whatever.”
“Let’s go shower and get the stink of human off us.”
Yoochun smiled and followed him to the bathroom. Changmin went right to the shower and turned the water on high before stripping down. Yoochun added his blood soaked clothes to the pile. Before Changmin could climb in, Yoochun grabbed his shoulder. With a smirk, he opened his mouth and licked up some of the blood from Changmin’s chest.
Changmin shivered, hands gripping Yoochun’s waist as Yoochun licked lower. He closed his mouth around Changmin’s nipple and slipped his fangs under skin for only a swallow, before moving to the other side and licking up more blood.
“Fucker,” Changmin said. He jerked Yoochun away and then did the same thing, licking blood from his neck and arms. He took two swallows of blood from Yoochun’s shoulder. Both of them were hard as a rock, erections trapped between their bodies.
Almost as one, they jerked apart, chests heaving. Changmin kept his eyes shut, and then turned and climbed in the shower.
Yoochun chuckled. “Can’t really punish our mates, now can we?”
“I’m still going to, just for the fun of it.”
“Yeah. Hey, is there any chocolate in this bunker?”
Part 20: Flights of Revenge
Part 18: Flights of Planning
Part 17: Flights of Feeding
An Interlude: Flights of HoHo
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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