Title: Always Hope 2/7
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junho/Junsu, Junho/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junho, Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I could take control of them like these fics take control of me.
Summary: Junho has been Jaejoong's personal slave for a very long time. Even though the NeFaerie motto is "As long as are you still alive, there is always hope," Junho has lost hope of ever doing anything else. And then his brother is captured. But once they're reunited, things don't quite go as Junho thought they would.
A/N: This fic is for
hichanchen's birthday! I'm sorry it is late, and I hope you enjoy it!
WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BLOOD, BONDAGE, RAPE WHILE SOMEONE IS UNCONSCIOUS
Part 2:
WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BLOOD, BONDAGE, RAPE WHILE SOMEONE IS UNCONSCIOUS
“Well, that was fun,” Jaejoong said with an elated laugh. He shoved the unconscious body of his newest pet.
Changmin snorted. “They passed out too soon.”
“That’s okay. Pick him up.” Jaejoong pointed to the newly captured brother. Changmin grabbed the unconscious body by his arms. He took a few steps and then threw him onto the wide couch. Jaejoong grinned down at the body, barely holding back a victorious dance. With both brothers in his custody, the NeFaeries would lose hope of ever winning this war.
He hummed to himself as he pushed his newest toy in the position he wanted. He released the arm restraints and then connected the leather cuffs to the chains hooked on the arm of the couch. Jaejoong lifted his legs and pouted.
“Go get me some chains,” he said to Changmin.
“This is more fun when they’re conscious,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong snorted. “I know but I can’t wait.” He connected the shackles at his ankles to the leather straps, leaving the body bent in half, red ass on display. Jaejoong ran his hands over the welted skin. His cock was so hard. But he definitely wasn’t going to wait. He gripped the mounds of ass, spread him open and forced his cock into the body. It wasn’t smooth, and Jaejoong winced as his cock was scraped. With a grunt, he thrust his hips forward, felt the body tear and then sighed as he pulled out and pushed back in, aided by blood.
“You’re such a dirty slut,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong grinned, eyes shutting in pleasure. “Hmmm, yep. Come and fuck me.”
Changmin smiled back, hand stroking his cock. “Raw?”
“No-no. Hurry. I … fuck, I’m going to come again.”
Changmin climbed on the couch behind him. He dug in the cushions for a wayward bottle of lube, found two without even trying, and then smirked. He pressed the cool bottle between Jaejoong’s ass cheeks, against his entrance. Jaejoong moaned, head lowering. He thrust back against the bottle. His cock fell from their captive with a slurp.
Jaejoong watched, entranced, as blood flowed over pale skin. He pushed a finger into the torn body and then brought it to his mouth. He moaned, voice deep, at the sweet taste of NeFaerie blood.
“You might kill him,” Changmin said and poured lube right on Jaejoong’s body.
“So?”
Jaejoong sighed as Changmin pushed two fingers into him. He shook himself, grabbed his bloodied cock and pushed back into the NeFaerie body. He fucked him fast, hard, fingers leaving bruises on his inner thighs. If he came before Changmin could fuck him, he’d tack on to Changmin’s punishment.
But firm hands pushed him forward, held him steady. Jaejoong whined in irritation, and then moaned as the head of Changmin’s cock spread him open. He slid in slowly. So slowly and Jaejoong’s eyes shut from the stretch.
“You prissy fucker. Fuck me hard,” Jaejoong demanded.
Changmin held their bodies together, and then said, “You do it. Fuck yourself on my cock, Captain.”
“Your insolence during sex is annoying,” Jaejoong said, but his body was moving, obeying Changmin’s command. The easy slide in and out of the body below him was pleasurable enough, but with Changmin’s cock in his ass, it was almost too much to take. Jaejoong was seeing spots in only a few thrusts. His mouth opened in a silent gasp as pleasure shot through him, and with a whimper of Changmin’s name (that he was totally going to deny later, he came hard, adding the heat of his release to the blood dripping from the body below him.
Changmin grunted, but before he could keep fucking him, Jaejoong shoved him back, only wincing a little as Changmin’s cock fell from his body.
“Fuck the other one. I’m going to call the medical bay. I don’t want this one dying just yet.”
Jaejoong kneeled as Changmin moved. He watched as blood and come slipped from the torn opening. He pressed his fingers deep, shivering as the muscles still contracted. He pulled his fingers out, licked them clean with another moan, and then dropped down to the source, eagerly licking and sucking the mixed taste of sweet and salty into his mouth.
“Come slut,” Changmin sang and he thrust in and out of Jaejoong’s favorite pet.
Jaejoong looked over. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled. “You want some?”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Of course.”
Jaejoong scooped up what was left of his come and walked to the Commander. He held out his hand and Changmin licked his fingers, moaning in pleasure. Jaejoong pet Changmin with his other hand, fingers tugging on his hair. “Such a good pet,” he muttered.
Changmin tried to scowl at him, but it didn’t quite work. Changmin may have acted tough, but he loved being Jaejoong’s pet.
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Consciousness returned to Junsu slowly. The first thing he noticed was the pain in his back, his ass, his arms, his head. He groaned and turned over. The second thing he noticed was that he was no longer bound. His hands were free, though there were still leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, and a chain connected the ones at his ankles..
And the third thing he noticed was his brother lying next to him.
Junsu smiled and shuffled closer to his warmth. He wasn’t sure if Junho was asleep or unconscious, so very carefully, he touched Junho’s mind. It was clouded with sleep. Good, just sleeping.
So the two of them together, barely restrained. He didn’t like the sound of that. It meant they were so deep in the body of the Chiksos ship Hero that there was no way to escape. If there had been a way, Junsu hoped that Junho would have tried. He’d ask about it when his brother woke up. There had been so many niggling conscious thoughts since he’d been brought here. He wondered how many NeFaerie were on the ship.
“Ah, the little rebel is awake.”
Junsu turned his head. His breath caught at the beautiful man before him. Unnaturally black hair against pale skin. Perfectly sculpted jaw and cheek bones. Rose color lips. Wide, lust-filled eyes promising pain. The man was naked, muscled body on display. An amazing V, strong broad shoulders, a tiny waist. Abs, pecs, biceps, thighs. The only person this could be was the infamous Captain Jaejoong.
Junsu’s mouth watered and he unconsciously licked his lips. He knew that the Chiksos did not revere beauty as the NeFaerie did, so he could not help being awed.
“How are you enjoying your stay?” he asked.
Junsu snorted. “It’s been quite fun, actually.”
The beauty smiled, and again Junsu was momentarily enthralled.
He felt his brother’s sudden consciousness and heard him breathe deeply next to him.
“And the brother is awake. Tell me, new pet, which one of you is older?”
Junsu swallowed around a scowl at being called that. “He is. By a few minutes.”
Morning, bro, Junsu sent to him.
Junho groaned.
Jaejoong moved around the high bed they lay on. Junsu fought the urge to cover his brother, protect him from this man he’d been imprisoned by for so long. The man touched Junho’s face, softly caressing his cheek. Smiling. Junsu would have thought Jaejoong cared for Junho except for the eager gleam in his eyes.
“Are you two close, pet?”
“We’re twins,” Junsu replied. “So I’d say so.”
“How close?”
He’s alluding to sex if you couldn’t tell, Junho said.
Well, duh. “As close as brothers can be, I guess,” Junsu said.
“Did you think he was dead?”
“Yes.”
“And now that he’s not dead?”
“I will honor him with life like I had honored him in death.”
“Honor?”
“Not something you’d understand.” Junsu’s head snapped back Jaejoong slapped him. Junsu immediately moved to retaliate, but Junho grabbed him around the waist.
“Don’t, brother. He’ll kill you.”
Jaejoong smirked. “No, no. I wouldn’t kill you, but you’d wish you were dead. Now, be a good set of close, brotherly twins and kiss for me.”
Junsu met Junho’s wide, panicked eyes. No worse than the time I was dared to kiss Yoochun.
Junho smiled, slowly.
And something tells me this is just the start of whatever sexual perversions he’s going to have us do to each other. Better enjoy it while it’s nothing painful.
Junho took a deep breath and leaned up just as Junsu leaned down. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Junho lifted a hand and wrapped it around Junsu’s neck, tangling his fingers in his long hair. You need a haircut.
I like it long. You’re actually a decent kisser, who knew?
Shut up.
Their mouths opened, their tongues twisted softly around each other, and Junsu shifted close enough for their bodies to touch. Pleasure swam through him just before pain laced along his wings, and he jerked away from Junho and glared at Jaejoong.
He smirked. “You two enjoyed that a little too much.”
“He’s a good kisser,” Junsu said with a matching smirk.
Junho pressed his face against Junsu’s shoulder. You really shouldn’t voluntarily piss him off. He’s a sadistic bastard.
“And if I told you to fuck him?” Jaejoong said.
Junsu’s eyes went wide, faking his shock. Junho made a convincing noise of protest from behind him and he moved away quickly.
Not completely stupid, Junho muttered.
Jaejoong leered at them. He put a finger to his chin, tapping lightly. “But … since your brother has been my pet for longer, perhaps he should show you how I like being pleasured.”
Junho shivered in his mind, but his body stayed still.
Jaejoong snapped his fingers, and Junho rolled off the bed and to the floor and crawled over to Jaejoong’s feet, head lowered.
Junsu watched, genuine shock on his face, at how quickly his brother obeyed. His skin was red with shame, and Junsu pouted at him. There was silence, and Junsu didn’t know what to say even in his mind. After awhile, Junho’s body shook, and he fought off little whimpers. Junsu felt them, felt his embarrassment and shame.
We aren’t constrained, Junsu said. Why don’t we overpower him?
And do what? Junho asked, voice weak. The only door out of here leads to the busiest hallway on the ship. Believe me, I’ve tried.
Jaejoong laughed as he pet Junho’s hair. He gripped suddenly, yanking Junho’s head up. There were shameful tears on his cheeks.
“What’s the matter, pet? Don’t you like this?”
Junho swallowed before he said, “Yes, master.”
“Then why are you crying?”
Junho shut his eyes as another wave of shame tore through him. Junsu wanted to hug him, hold him, whisper at him until Junho was smiling again.
Jaejoong jerked his hand. Junho cried out, hands reaching up to lessen the pressure on his hair.
“I asked you a question, pet.”
“I … I don’t …”
“You don’t like it? So you lied?”
“No, master, no. I .. don’t want him to know how much …”
Jaejoong laughed. He grabbed his hard cock and stroked it, letting it hit Junho in the face a few times. “Suck on me, pet. Let’s show your brother how much you like it.”
Junho whimpered, but opened his mouth and lapped at the head of Jaejoong’s cock. Both hands rose to the captain’s hips, caressing, not scratching or clenching like Junsu would have thought.
Please … don’t watch. Please.
Junsu wasn’t sure he could look away.
“Your brother can come just from sucking on my dick, can’t you, pet?”
Junho whimpered again, and Junsu winced.
“Spread your legs, pet. Hands on your thighs.”
Junho was quick to obey. Jaejoong’s kept his hands on Junho’s face, rocking slowly in and out of his mouth, more and more of cock disappearing into his brother’s throat. Junho moaned low. His wings shivered, a true sign of pleasure.
Junsu was frozen from shock.
Please don’t hate me, but it … I …. And then Junsu felt what Junho was feeling. Lips stretched around the cock. The slide against his mouth and throat. Deeper, deeper.
I don’t … Junsu shivered as Junho shivered. It really did feel good.
Jaejoong grinned at him and then snapped his fingers. Junsu did not want to be called upon like a dog, but his brother pleaded to him again, and very slowly, Junsu dropped from the bed, to the floor. He refused to crawl, and walked over on his knees.
“Let’s make him come, new pet. Play with his wings.”
Junho whimpered in anticipation, wings shivering. His back and skin were littered with welts, and there were deep scars along his lower back. Junsu ran his hands up and down his brother’s back.
Kiss me, p-please.
Junho could never deny his brother anything. He pressed his lips against his right shoulder, in the middle of the coiled vine tattoo that matched his. It felt like so long ago that they were allowed to get their family marks. He ran his tongue around the tattoo, following the pattern over and over. His brother’s pleasure was so strong.
He caressed his brother’s wings, until they shuddered violently. A voice that sounded like his village councilman was shouting at him to stop. Even between mated pairs, it was sacred to touch their wings, and only done in marriage and birthing rituals. They were so fragile. He touched the top of one and leaned away until the shimmering wings spread their full length. His brother’s wings had always been so beautiful.
Junsu ran his fingertips over the soft, delicate skin. Though it was interrupted by scars and marks as well. Anger filled him that his brother’s wings would be hurt like this. He kissed each scar he found, ran his tongue down the longer ones.
Junho’s moans and muffled whimpers echoed around the room. His hips rocked slightly, pushing his ass against Junsu’s front. Part of Junsu knew he was doing this to him, making him so desperate. His own dick was hard, dripping, ready to come just from touching and kissing these wings. He moved his hips, and they both gasped as Junsu’s erection pushed between his brother’s ass cheeks. They rocked together, panting. Junsu’s mouth closed around the firm edge of a wing. His hands gripped Junho’s hips, guiding him back.
Junho shouted, body spasming and twitching, pleasure intense as he came without anyone touching his cock.
Fingers tangled in Junsu’s hair, pulling his head to the side and away from his brother’s skin. His mouth opened to demand an explanation, and then heavy, warm liquid splattered on his face and tongue. Tangy, salty, he shut his mouth against the taste, swallowing what was in his mouth.
“Beautiful. Lick him clean, pet.”
Junho turned his face and licked at Junsu’s cheek.
God, you like this stuff? Junsu said, trying to clear his throat.
You get used to it. His brother’s tone was subdued, cowed.
Junsu frowned and put his arms around his body. Their lips met while Junho licked the come from his face, and every time, Junsu moaned a little, more aware of his own erection against his brother’s body.
I may not understand, Junsu said, but I will support you in this okay? I won’t piss him off so he hurts you or hurts me. I’ll try to do what he says.
Junho shivered in his brother’s arms. There’s a but at the end of that sentence.
Yes, there is. But I may kill him one day.
Part 3:
Pleasured Part 1:
Captured .