Toy With My Heart 1/?
Title: Toy With My Heart 1/?
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Jaejoong/U-know)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to own or play with.
Summary: I don't need a toy, haven't ever desired one. Then Jaejoong shows me his newest acquisition, but Micky isn't Micky; and things get complicated.
Warning: Under18!Yoochun
This story is told in first person from Changmin's point of view.
A/N: This is where I have disappeared to for the last few days. I hope you enjoy it.
Poster credit goes to koreanbxblove! Thank you! ♥
Part 1:
“Changmin, baby!”
“Hello, Jaejoong-shi.”
The beautiful man pouted at me and I smiled. “My apologies, Joongie-baby.”
His lips spread in a smile, and if I hadn’t been used to it, I probably would have lost my breath. The beauty’s hair was deep red this week, almost magenta, but not quite. It made his pale skin paler. His dark eyes bored into mine, but I knew he wasn’t that upset.
I moved to the red divan where he was lounging. All he wore were loose black pants and a tight white tank top that was most likely silk. There was a bulge at his nipple made by a piercing. He also had black studs up both ears and his cock was pierced, though I’d only seen that piercing once.
He turned his face and I pressed a long kiss to his cheek.
“What is the emergency?” I asked.
“Oh, no emergency, just something new that I thought you’d want before someone else snagged it up.”
My eyebrows raised in surprise.
We bantered back and forth and bickered like a married couple. Some people thought we were enemies, but there were very few people in this world I would call a friend, and Jaejoong was one of those. So when my secretary said Jaejoong was having a crisis, of course, I came running.
“You faked an emergency--”
“I did not!”
“Taeyeon said you were crying.”
“I wasn’t. I was just excited. This one is perfect for you and I thought--”
I held up my hand. “Please, Jaejoong. I don’t need to see another toy.”
Jaejoong stood up. A silver chain jingled as it was jostled. It connected from his wrist to the collar on his toy. The toy did not move, his neck stretching. I watched him as his master moved closer.
U-know was getting old; he was over twenty, but Jaejoong loved him so much. I doubted Jaejoong would ever get a new toy, buy one of his own products. His hair was black at the moment, and falling just below his ears. He kept his eyes on the floor, hands in fists on his thighs. All he wore were tight red pants, his muscled chest on display.
I wondered what he thought of his position. I would never say that I disapproved of the system. It was just another service, business, a way to make money. And Jaejoong’s products were always top of the line. He handpicked the toys he sold, and he screened his clients and only allowed the toys to go to the richest masters. They were not allowed to be abused beyond the sexual realms of their duties. If Jaejoong found out they were being mistreated, he took them back. No refund.
“U-know has a new piercing,” I said, noticing a glint on his chest.
Jaejoong’s face brightened at the mention of his pet. He nodded and then spun around and kneeled next to his toy. His fingers touched the piercing in his nipple. The skin around it was red, probably from Jaejoong sucking on it.
“Isn’t it sexy?” Jaejoong asked and kissed below his toy’s ear. His toy shivered.
“I’ve always said U-know was sexy, Joongie-baby.”
Jaejoong seemed to forget about me as he pampered his toy with kisses while his fingers twisted the piercing. His whispering voice did not form words, at least not to me, but to U-know they did, and I licked my lips as his cock grew hard in those red pants.
“M-master?”
“Yes, U-know, darling?”
“Shim C-Changmin-shi. Distracting you.”
I smiled.
Jaejoong pouted at me. “You’re evil,” he said.
I shrugged. “It worked. I could have walked out the door and you wouldn’t even have noticed.”
“Thank you, darling,” Jaejoong said and kissed U-know’s lips. “You are getting a reward for that.”
U-know smiled widely. “Thank you, master Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong stood up again and then said, “Come on. Let’s show Changmin his new toy.”
I should have protested, but sometimes it was easier to let Jaejoong wallow in his delusions. I had no reason to have a pet or to buy one. I had not problem getting dates. No problem getting laid from a willing partner. Jaejoong always said it was the companionship, knowing that something waited for you when you got home after a long day.
I followed after the pair. U-know crawled behind Jaejoong, and I shortened my stride so I could run my hands through his hair. Very few people were allowed to touch U-know. Jaejoong knew I did not want anything more than to show U-know how desirable he was, so Jaejoong let me touch him.
“The minute I saw him, I thought of you. Please, Changmin. Just look at him. He’s adorable.”
“I haven’t left, have I?” I asked as Jaejoong opened a door. He did not lead me to the show cases, surprisingly.
He saw my curious look and grinned. “I told you. No one else has seen him.”
Jaejoong led me to his office. In the middle of the room was a metal cage. The toy inside jerked when the door shut. He whimpered, and all I saw between the metal mesh was pale skin of a thigh, and fingers gripped tightly into that thigh so the skin was red and the knuckles white.
The bottom of the cage was padded, but I glared at Jaejoong. “I thought you didn’t do cages.”
“He bit me,” Jaejoong said, and showed me a teeth imprint on his side. “It won’t be for long. I’m sure you’ll--”
“I’m willing to entertain this idea, Jaejoong-shi, but I don’t want a pet.”
Jaejoong gave me a ‘we’ll see about that look’. He let go of U-know’s leash, and he crawled to the cage. The toy whimpered again and tried to move away from him, but U-know rubbed his face on the cage where the toy was pushed against it. His shivered more, but after a moment, he lifted his head and looked at U-know.
My breath caught. He was beautiful. Round face, tear drop eyes, beautiful skin. His brown hair fell past his chin.
Jaejoong smirked at me. “Told you so.”
I swallowed, trying to form a sentence.
“His name is Micky. The woman I bought him from says that he’s sixteen, but I doubt that.”
I barely heard him. U-know had convinced him of his sincerity and the toy was rubbing against the cage. Their cheeks touched around the metal.
“I …” I had never wanted to touch something as much as I wanted to touch that porcelain skin.
Jaejoong knew me well enough to understand my request. He moved to the cage. “Don’t bite anymore, okay? We’re not going to hurt you.”
“W-why did he …”
Jaejoong sighed. “I had him in my lap, inspecting him and he cried out and bit me.”
My gaze shot to him. “What? That … means …”
Jaejoong smiled again. “Yes, that’s what that means. He’s untouched. Another reason I knew you’d want him.” He opened the cage and then said, “Out.”
The toy looked terrified, but U-know touched him through the cage and he relaxed.
The toy climbed out of the cage, and then stayed on his knees, head lowered. My mouth went dry. I doubted right away that he was sixteen. He certainly looked younger, with narrow chest and a narrow waist. His collarbones jutted out from his body. He was too skinny, and I winced upon seeing his ribs.
“He’s malnourished,” Jaejoong said, “but he’ll fill out with a steady stream of food.”
I nodded absently. Jaejoong normally would not show a toy to anyone unless it was in perfect condition. I tore my gaze away from him and looked at Jaejoong. I couldn’t formulate the question.
He smirked. “I knew you’d like him.”
I looked back at the toy on the floor. I did like him. He was pretty in the way that all of Jaejoong’s toys were pretty, but I … it was not like I was against owning a person for sexual pleasures, especially not one from Jaejoong’s house. I would never buy one from anyone else. If I bought one, but I never said I wouldn’t. I just never wanted one. And now that I wanted one, I felt a bit dirty. I could already see myself memorizing that skin with my fingers and lips.
“Don’t be disgusted with yourself, Minnie. It’s not your fault. Blame me if you blame anyone. In the past, I’ve showed you my toys, thinking you didn’t want one, but after a while, I realized it was only because I hadn’t found the right one for you, and now that I’ve found the right one, it’s okay for you to want him.”
I licked my lips.
In the fog filling my brain, I heard Jaejoong call for U-know.
U-know rubbed his face against Micky’s shoulder, and a sharp stab of possessiveness filled me, but I was too frozen to act upon it. U-know left, crawling by me, and for once, I did not touch him. I no longer wanted to touch him. The door shut with a soft click.
The toy on the floor lowered his head further, face curtained by his long hair. His chest rose and fell quickly. My knees gave out.
Later I would try to explain the sudden attraction, the sudden need. There had been prettier toys, but it was something else. I have no idea. Still don’t.
Jaejoong took pride in knowing his clients better than they knew themselves, and as the best friend, I guess that meant he knew me WAY better than I knew myself.
I wanted the toy in my arms. Right then, my mouth would not form the command, and I could not move. Slowly, his head rose, and his tear-filled, dark eyes met mine. He’d been crying, and I had done nothing. I gasped, a pained noise wrenched from my throat. I lurched forward. He winced, but did not move and then he was in my arms. I sat back on the floor, cross-legged, with the toy in my lap. My hands ran up and down his back. His skin was so soft.
I felt out of myself for a moment. Above. Watching as I touched him. Aware of his whimpers and shudders, but uncaring. I knew I should have stopped, but I couldn’t. I cupped his ass, pulled him closer until he was straddling me, legs around my waist. My fingers curled over the barely-there curves. He was too skinny. I found the head I was seeking and swiped fingertips over his tight entrance.
“P-please d-dont, please, don’t.” His voice was tired, accepting of his fate, but terrified.
And I stopped. He was not allowed to say anything to me, but he was so scared. I could never, ever hurt this beautiful creature. I picked him up. Careful. There was a blanket and a small bag on the desk. I wrapped my toy up in the blue cloth, shouldered the bag and then left Jaejoong’s office, using the back stairs. I did not want to put him down to drive home. Jaejoong had thought of this, of course. One of Jaejoong’s drivers waited for me in the side driveway. I cradled Micky close, my nose buried in his hair, for the short drive home.
Micky never stopped shaking, fingers clutching my shirt.
I didn’t blame him. I’d be scared and confused too.
The driver pulled into the underground garage. He said something about someone bringing my car over, but I was already out and in the elevator. Micky had calmed down, but he hadn’t lifted his face from my chest or released my shirt..
Quietly, so I wouldn’t upset Micky, I asked Mirae to bring some fruit and light breads up to my room. I carried my new charge up the stairs to my suite. In the main room, I dimmed the lights, and then entered the bed chamber. I crawled carefully over my bed and settled his body in the middle.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I whispered and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. He shivered and very slowly unclenched his fingers from my chest. I brushed hair from his cheeks. I did not want to leave his side, but I did. Only long enough to pull the heavy drapes over the windows. He gasped as the room darkened, and I immediately moved back to his side. He had curled on his side, fingers in the deep blue comforter.
I settled next to him. He flinched, and I frowned as I touched his bare hip. His young body tempted me to touch him everywhere, but I kept my hand still.
“I won’t hurt you,” I whispered.
I suddenly had so many questions. Where was he from? Who had he lived with before Jaejoong bought him? Why was he untouched? Why was he so terrified?
The last question I answered based on logic. I had never seen someone so new to being a pet. Jaejoong always weened them and bred them to be what they were supposed to be. Jaejoong could have waited a few months before showing me Micky. But then I probably would not have wanted him.
Part of the attraction was his innocence. But that made me feel dirty again. I did not mean it like that. But he was pure, and I liked that no one had touched him or fucked him. He wasn’t just another toy for pleasure.
He was mine.
Devious Jaejoong.
“Micky,” I whispered, and slid an inch closer to him. I wondered if he could feel my body heat.
The only noise he made was muffled into the blankets.
I grabbed a flannel blanket from the end of the bed, putting it over his body. Jaejoong said he kept them naked to get them used to it, but I wanted nothing more than my new toy to stop crying. I put my arms around him, over the blanket, and held him close.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want him to cry or be afraid of me.
There was a light knock on the door and I told Mirae to come in. She rolled a tray in front of her, bringing it right to the end of the bed.
She smiled at me and the shaking bundle on the bed. “Patience, Changmin-shi. Patience.”
I nodded. “Thank you, Mirae.”
She left the room almost as quietly as she came in.
I waited a few more minutes, until his body shivered less. “Are you hungry, darling?” The endearment fell from my lips easily. Part of me panicked, but my heart swelled, because he was my darling. From now on, he would be.
His face turned, peering at me from under the blanket. He wet his pink lips with his tongue. I refrained from stealing them in a kiss.
He nodded. “Yes, m-m-ma--” He did not finish the word, and I knew I should have made him, but I couldn’t bring myself to.
“Sit up,” I said, following my own command. I sat cross-legged and he copied me, keeping the blanket over his lap.
I twisted and grabbed the tray of fruit from the cart. I picked up a strawberry and held it out for him. He stared at it for a moment, and then leaned forward and wrapped his lips around it. His eyes shut in bliss and his white teeth cut into the fruit. Juice dripped down his chin. He pulled away from the fruit and tried to catch it with his fingers, cheeks turning almost as red as the fruit.
I smiled and grabbed a napkin and wiped it up, even though I wanted to lick it up. He kept his eyes downcast as I chose another piece of fruit. He ate them eagerly (except the pineapple. He made a face at the tartness on his tongue, so I ate that one instead). Sweet breads covered in butter and cream disappeared almost faster than the fruit.
He frowned when I put the tray back on the cart. I laughed and wiped cream from the corner of his mouth. “I don’t want you to get sick,” I said. “Too much food too fast isn’t good for you. Here.”
I handed him a small glass of milk. He drank it gratefully.
I stared at him after we had finished eating, and he grew embarrassed again. Unable to stop myself, I touched his hair, ran my fingertips over his cheeks. He was so beautiful.
His blush deepened. I must have said that out loud.
“May I ask you some questions?”
A bare shoulder rose in a shrug.
I smiled widely. Of course I could. I was his master, but I didn’t feel like that. He owned every part of me, and I doubted he really understood that.
“How old are you?”
His skin went bright red, and he hugged himself tightly.
“You won’t get in trouble,” I said quickly.
“S-she needed the money,” he whispered, “and … and …”
“She won’t get in trouble either. I just want to know everything about you.”
The corner of his mouth turned up. He had a dimple on his cheek. “I … I just turned fourteen. Only three weeks ago.”
My breath left me in a rush. Fourteen was entirely too young. Not for some, but definitely for me. I wanted to touch him, and then I didn’t.
“I-I’m sorry, m-m-m-mas-master.”
My face must have twisted or something. I quickly relaxed and reached for him, cupping his cheeks and making him look at me. “Don’t be. Please. It’s not your fault.”
I reached for the phone on my bedside table. It rang twice and then Mirae picked up.
“Mirae, will you please send Seunghyun up? Thank you.”
Micky pulled his knees up, and then covered his upper body with the blanket.
“Who is the woman Jaejoong bought you from?” he asked.
Micky put his lower lip between his teeth and buried into the blanket. His shoulders shook.
“Micky?” I said, worried.
He shook his head.
“Nothing you say will make me love you less, my darling,” I said and held him tightly.
His face pressed against my chest, his hands gripped my shirt again. Just when I thought the tears had stopped.
“She needed the money. She …” Micky’s breath almost stopped in his tears.
Again I took his face in my hands, and rubbed away his tears. Staring into his dark eyes, I had an epiphany. He was not a toy.
“What’s your real name?” I asked.
He winced like I had slapped him, and his eyes shut as more tears fell down his cheeks.
“What is it?” I asked, more forceful.
“Y-yoochun,” he barely whispered.
I cursed and then remembered the look in Jaejoong’s eyes. He had known. He had known and let me take this boy anyway. Anger spurred through me.
“Please, I’m sorry. I wasn’t--” He yanked himself away from me and fell to the bed with a cry.
I ran my hand over his bare back. “You are not in trouble. I promise. I’m going to have a stern word with Jaejoong, but you are not in trouble.”
There was another knock on the door. I shouted for Seunghyun to wait a moment.
“Yoochun.”
He flinched again, and then shivered under my touch.
“Come on. Get up. Seunghyun is my tailor and he’s going to measure you for some proper clothes.”
Yoochun froze and then looked over at me in question.
I smiled. “You’re too young for me. But I have been known to cave to temptation. Clothes will take most of that temptation away.”
The confusion in his face increased.
I laughed and told Seunghyun to enter. I pushed Yoochun to the edge of the bed and told him to stand up. He did slowly, and then let the blanket fall when Seunghyun told him to. I drank in the sight of his skin, because after today, he would have clothes on. As soon as Seunghyun was through measuring him, he picked the blanket up and put it around his shoulders again.
He stood unsure, and then met my eyes for a moment. “M-mas-”
“Don’t call me that. Changmin or hyung is fine.”
Yoochun swallowed nervously. “Changmin-shi, may I use the bathroom?”
“Of course.” I stood up and showed him the way to the bathroom. I told him to shower or bathe or do whatever he wanted to feel clean. With as much willpower as I could muster, I turned away and left him in the bathroom.
I called Jaejoong.
“Through playing already?” he said as a hello.
“He is not a toy,” I said immediately.
Silence. Jaejoong knew.
“I can’t … this …”
“You didn’t want a toy,” Jaejoong said.
“Jaejoong.”
“Changmin. He’s what you want.”
“He’s not … he’s fourteen.”
Jaejoong sighed. “What are you saying? Are you going to bring him back to me?”
I froze and realized my mistake by acknowledging this. Legally, Jaejoong had to take him back.
“I purchased him because of desperation, Changmin. I knew he was not a toy, but I also knew that he isn't old enough to legally be played with. And I also knew that you would like him. You would nurture him and you would not abuse him. I promised his mother he would--”
“Mother?”
Jaejoong sighed. “Desperation, Changmin. You were born into the life you live. Others are not. She is alone, trying to raise two boys. And now she has enough money to send the second one to a good boarding school, to better their lives. I knew that you would--”
I hung up on him. Not wanting to hear more. Guilt overwhelmed me. Guilt from the way I desired the boy, desired someone’s child.
Toys are someone’s child, too. Somehow, I always forgot that.
A throat cleared in the doorway. I turned around and my mouth fell open. Yoochun’s dark hair was wet against his shoulders. He tried uselessly to keep one of my robes around his body.
I had a second bed chamber in my suite. A smaller one with a small bed. But I wanted to be selfish. I held my hand out and he shuffled over to me. I sat on the bed, turned him and sat him down between my legs. I ran my hands through his wet hair, pulling part of the robe up to dry it further. I needed a brush.
“C-Changmin-shi?” he said and held up his hand. A brush. “I … I was going to ask if I could use this.”
“No, you can’t.” I took the brush from him and ran it through his hair. “I intend to worship you, pamper you, and take care of you. So, no, you can’t. This is my job.”
He didn’t know how to respond to that.
“Are you tired?” I asked as I slowly brushed his hair strait. It was long, soft.
“A little.”
I set the brush down on the side table, completely dimmed the lights and then pulled the blankets back on the bed. He had relaxed while I brushed his hair, but he tensed up again when I touched his shoulder. He let me pull him back, and then shaking, climbed into the bed. I wondered what he thought I was going to do to him. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and then sat up straight. I unbuttoned my shirt, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I did not stand up as I took off my slacks, leaving me in boxers and a tank top. I could feel him shivering. I climbed into the bed next to him, under the blanket but on top of the sheet, so it was between us.
I could have taken him to the second suite. I should have.
I put my arm around his waist, held him close, and let the fresh scent of him relax me. It was too early for bed, but he fell asleep after he relaxed when I did not touch or kiss him. I pondered him for a moment.
Technically, he was mine. I had no idea how much Jaejoong would charge me for him, but I didn’t care either.
Still, he was not meant to be a toy. I wondered how many toys were not meant to be toys, sold in a desperate need for money. I was angry at his mother for a little while, watching my darling sleep. How could she just give up on him like that? But then I decided that Yoochun had been the man of the house. He would have made the decision himself. For the sake of his mother and brother.
It was not fair. Not to them, not to him.
He was my charge. My responsibility. I would take care of him. I would get him a tutor, buy him anything he wanted. He moaned in his sleep, twitching with his dreams. Nothing would stop me from making him happy. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and tried to get some sleep.
Part 2: Hold Me
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Jaejoong/U-know)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to own or play with.
Summary: I don't need a toy, haven't ever desired one. Then Jaejoong shows me his newest acquisition, but Micky isn't Micky; and things get complicated.
Warning: Under18!Yoochun
This story is told in first person from Changmin's point of view.
A/N: This is where I have disappeared to for the last few days. I hope you enjoy it.
Poster credit goes to koreanbxblove! Thank you! ♥
Part 1:
“Changmin, baby!”
“Hello, Jaejoong-shi.”
The beautiful man pouted at me and I smiled. “My apologies, Joongie-baby.”
His lips spread in a smile, and if I hadn’t been used to it, I probably would have lost my breath. The beauty’s hair was deep red this week, almost magenta, but not quite. It made his pale skin paler. His dark eyes bored into mine, but I knew he wasn’t that upset.
I moved to the red divan where he was lounging. All he wore were loose black pants and a tight white tank top that was most likely silk. There was a bulge at his nipple made by a piercing. He also had black studs up both ears and his cock was pierced, though I’d only seen that piercing once.
He turned his face and I pressed a long kiss to his cheek.
“What is the emergency?” I asked.
“Oh, no emergency, just something new that I thought you’d want before someone else snagged it up.”
My eyebrows raised in surprise.
We bantered back and forth and bickered like a married couple. Some people thought we were enemies, but there were very few people in this world I would call a friend, and Jaejoong was one of those. So when my secretary said Jaejoong was having a crisis, of course, I came running.
“You faked an emergency--”
“I did not!”
“Taeyeon said you were crying.”
“I wasn’t. I was just excited. This one is perfect for you and I thought--”
I held up my hand. “Please, Jaejoong. I don’t need to see another toy.”
Jaejoong stood up. A silver chain jingled as it was jostled. It connected from his wrist to the collar on his toy. The toy did not move, his neck stretching. I watched him as his master moved closer.
U-know was getting old; he was over twenty, but Jaejoong loved him so much. I doubted Jaejoong would ever get a new toy, buy one of his own products. His hair was black at the moment, and falling just below his ears. He kept his eyes on the floor, hands in fists on his thighs. All he wore were tight red pants, his muscled chest on display.
I wondered what he thought of his position. I would never say that I disapproved of the system. It was just another service, business, a way to make money. And Jaejoong’s products were always top of the line. He handpicked the toys he sold, and he screened his clients and only allowed the toys to go to the richest masters. They were not allowed to be abused beyond the sexual realms of their duties. If Jaejoong found out they were being mistreated, he took them back. No refund.
“U-know has a new piercing,” I said, noticing a glint on his chest.
Jaejoong’s face brightened at the mention of his pet. He nodded and then spun around and kneeled next to his toy. His fingers touched the piercing in his nipple. The skin around it was red, probably from Jaejoong sucking on it.
“Isn’t it sexy?” Jaejoong asked and kissed below his toy’s ear. His toy shivered.
“I’ve always said U-know was sexy, Joongie-baby.”
Jaejoong seemed to forget about me as he pampered his toy with kisses while his fingers twisted the piercing. His whispering voice did not form words, at least not to me, but to U-know they did, and I licked my lips as his cock grew hard in those red pants.
“M-master?”
“Yes, U-know, darling?”
“Shim C-Changmin-shi. Distracting you.”
I smiled.
Jaejoong pouted at me. “You’re evil,” he said.
I shrugged. “It worked. I could have walked out the door and you wouldn’t even have noticed.”
“Thank you, darling,” Jaejoong said and kissed U-know’s lips. “You are getting a reward for that.”
U-know smiled widely. “Thank you, master Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong stood up again and then said, “Come on. Let’s show Changmin his new toy.”
I should have protested, but sometimes it was easier to let Jaejoong wallow in his delusions. I had no reason to have a pet or to buy one. I had not problem getting dates. No problem getting laid from a willing partner. Jaejoong always said it was the companionship, knowing that something waited for you when you got home after a long day.
I followed after the pair. U-know crawled behind Jaejoong, and I shortened my stride so I could run my hands through his hair. Very few people were allowed to touch U-know. Jaejoong knew I did not want anything more than to show U-know how desirable he was, so Jaejoong let me touch him.
“The minute I saw him, I thought of you. Please, Changmin. Just look at him. He’s adorable.”
“I haven’t left, have I?” I asked as Jaejoong opened a door. He did not lead me to the show cases, surprisingly.
He saw my curious look and grinned. “I told you. No one else has seen him.”
Jaejoong led me to his office. In the middle of the room was a metal cage. The toy inside jerked when the door shut. He whimpered, and all I saw between the metal mesh was pale skin of a thigh, and fingers gripped tightly into that thigh so the skin was red and the knuckles white.
The bottom of the cage was padded, but I glared at Jaejoong. “I thought you didn’t do cages.”
“He bit me,” Jaejoong said, and showed me a teeth imprint on his side. “It won’t be for long. I’m sure you’ll--”
“I’m willing to entertain this idea, Jaejoong-shi, but I don’t want a pet.”
Jaejoong gave me a ‘we’ll see about that look’. He let go of U-know’s leash, and he crawled to the cage. The toy whimpered again and tried to move away from him, but U-know rubbed his face on the cage where the toy was pushed against it. His shivered more, but after a moment, he lifted his head and looked at U-know.
My breath caught. He was beautiful. Round face, tear drop eyes, beautiful skin. His brown hair fell past his chin.
Jaejoong smirked at me. “Told you so.”
I swallowed, trying to form a sentence.
“His name is Micky. The woman I bought him from says that he’s sixteen, but I doubt that.”
I barely heard him. U-know had convinced him of his sincerity and the toy was rubbing against the cage. Their cheeks touched around the metal.
“I …” I had never wanted to touch something as much as I wanted to touch that porcelain skin.
Jaejoong knew me well enough to understand my request. He moved to the cage. “Don’t bite anymore, okay? We’re not going to hurt you.”
“W-why did he …”
Jaejoong sighed. “I had him in my lap, inspecting him and he cried out and bit me.”
My gaze shot to him. “What? That … means …”
Jaejoong smiled again. “Yes, that’s what that means. He’s untouched. Another reason I knew you’d want him.” He opened the cage and then said, “Out.”
The toy looked terrified, but U-know touched him through the cage and he relaxed.
The toy climbed out of the cage, and then stayed on his knees, head lowered. My mouth went dry. I doubted right away that he was sixteen. He certainly looked younger, with narrow chest and a narrow waist. His collarbones jutted out from his body. He was too skinny, and I winced upon seeing his ribs.
“He’s malnourished,” Jaejoong said, “but he’ll fill out with a steady stream of food.”
I nodded absently. Jaejoong normally would not show a toy to anyone unless it was in perfect condition. I tore my gaze away from him and looked at Jaejoong. I couldn’t formulate the question.
He smirked. “I knew you’d like him.”
I looked back at the toy on the floor. I did like him. He was pretty in the way that all of Jaejoong’s toys were pretty, but I … it was not like I was against owning a person for sexual pleasures, especially not one from Jaejoong’s house. I would never buy one from anyone else. If I bought one, but I never said I wouldn’t. I just never wanted one. And now that I wanted one, I felt a bit dirty. I could already see myself memorizing that skin with my fingers and lips.
“Don’t be disgusted with yourself, Minnie. It’s not your fault. Blame me if you blame anyone. In the past, I’ve showed you my toys, thinking you didn’t want one, but after a while, I realized it was only because I hadn’t found the right one for you, and now that I’ve found the right one, it’s okay for you to want him.”
I licked my lips.
In the fog filling my brain, I heard Jaejoong call for U-know.
U-know rubbed his face against Micky’s shoulder, and a sharp stab of possessiveness filled me, but I was too frozen to act upon it. U-know left, crawling by me, and for once, I did not touch him. I no longer wanted to touch him. The door shut with a soft click.
The toy on the floor lowered his head further, face curtained by his long hair. His chest rose and fell quickly. My knees gave out.
Later I would try to explain the sudden attraction, the sudden need. There had been prettier toys, but it was something else. I have no idea. Still don’t.
Jaejoong took pride in knowing his clients better than they knew themselves, and as the best friend, I guess that meant he knew me WAY better than I knew myself.
I wanted the toy in my arms. Right then, my mouth would not form the command, and I could not move. Slowly, his head rose, and his tear-filled, dark eyes met mine. He’d been crying, and I had done nothing. I gasped, a pained noise wrenched from my throat. I lurched forward. He winced, but did not move and then he was in my arms. I sat back on the floor, cross-legged, with the toy in my lap. My hands ran up and down his back. His skin was so soft.
I felt out of myself for a moment. Above. Watching as I touched him. Aware of his whimpers and shudders, but uncaring. I knew I should have stopped, but I couldn’t. I cupped his ass, pulled him closer until he was straddling me, legs around my waist. My fingers curled over the barely-there curves. He was too skinny. I found the head I was seeking and swiped fingertips over his tight entrance.
“P-please d-dont, please, don’t.” His voice was tired, accepting of his fate, but terrified.
And I stopped. He was not allowed to say anything to me, but he was so scared. I could never, ever hurt this beautiful creature. I picked him up. Careful. There was a blanket and a small bag on the desk. I wrapped my toy up in the blue cloth, shouldered the bag and then left Jaejoong’s office, using the back stairs. I did not want to put him down to drive home. Jaejoong had thought of this, of course. One of Jaejoong’s drivers waited for me in the side driveway. I cradled Micky close, my nose buried in his hair, for the short drive home.
Micky never stopped shaking, fingers clutching my shirt.
I didn’t blame him. I’d be scared and confused too.
The driver pulled into the underground garage. He said something about someone bringing my car over, but I was already out and in the elevator. Micky had calmed down, but he hadn’t lifted his face from my chest or released my shirt..
Quietly, so I wouldn’t upset Micky, I asked Mirae to bring some fruit and light breads up to my room. I carried my new charge up the stairs to my suite. In the main room, I dimmed the lights, and then entered the bed chamber. I crawled carefully over my bed and settled his body in the middle.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I whispered and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. He shivered and very slowly unclenched his fingers from my chest. I brushed hair from his cheeks. I did not want to leave his side, but I did. Only long enough to pull the heavy drapes over the windows. He gasped as the room darkened, and I immediately moved back to his side. He had curled on his side, fingers in the deep blue comforter.
I settled next to him. He flinched, and I frowned as I touched his bare hip. His young body tempted me to touch him everywhere, but I kept my hand still.
“I won’t hurt you,” I whispered.
I suddenly had so many questions. Where was he from? Who had he lived with before Jaejoong bought him? Why was he untouched? Why was he so terrified?
The last question I answered based on logic. I had never seen someone so new to being a pet. Jaejoong always weened them and bred them to be what they were supposed to be. Jaejoong could have waited a few months before showing me Micky. But then I probably would not have wanted him.
Part of the attraction was his innocence. But that made me feel dirty again. I did not mean it like that. But he was pure, and I liked that no one had touched him or fucked him. He wasn’t just another toy for pleasure.
He was mine.
Devious Jaejoong.
“Micky,” I whispered, and slid an inch closer to him. I wondered if he could feel my body heat.
The only noise he made was muffled into the blankets.
I grabbed a flannel blanket from the end of the bed, putting it over his body. Jaejoong said he kept them naked to get them used to it, but I wanted nothing more than my new toy to stop crying. I put my arms around him, over the blanket, and held him close.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want him to cry or be afraid of me.
There was a light knock on the door and I told Mirae to come in. She rolled a tray in front of her, bringing it right to the end of the bed.
She smiled at me and the shaking bundle on the bed. “Patience, Changmin-shi. Patience.”
I nodded. “Thank you, Mirae.”
She left the room almost as quietly as she came in.
I waited a few more minutes, until his body shivered less. “Are you hungry, darling?” The endearment fell from my lips easily. Part of me panicked, but my heart swelled, because he was my darling. From now on, he would be.
His face turned, peering at me from under the blanket. He wet his pink lips with his tongue. I refrained from stealing them in a kiss.
He nodded. “Yes, m-m-ma--” He did not finish the word, and I knew I should have made him, but I couldn’t bring myself to.
“Sit up,” I said, following my own command. I sat cross-legged and he copied me, keeping the blanket over his lap.
I twisted and grabbed the tray of fruit from the cart. I picked up a strawberry and held it out for him. He stared at it for a moment, and then leaned forward and wrapped his lips around it. His eyes shut in bliss and his white teeth cut into the fruit. Juice dripped down his chin. He pulled away from the fruit and tried to catch it with his fingers, cheeks turning almost as red as the fruit.
I smiled and grabbed a napkin and wiped it up, even though I wanted to lick it up. He kept his eyes downcast as I chose another piece of fruit. He ate them eagerly (except the pineapple. He made a face at the tartness on his tongue, so I ate that one instead). Sweet breads covered in butter and cream disappeared almost faster than the fruit.
He frowned when I put the tray back on the cart. I laughed and wiped cream from the corner of his mouth. “I don’t want you to get sick,” I said. “Too much food too fast isn’t good for you. Here.”
I handed him a small glass of milk. He drank it gratefully.
I stared at him after we had finished eating, and he grew embarrassed again. Unable to stop myself, I touched his hair, ran my fingertips over his cheeks. He was so beautiful.
His blush deepened. I must have said that out loud.
“May I ask you some questions?”
A bare shoulder rose in a shrug.
I smiled widely. Of course I could. I was his master, but I didn’t feel like that. He owned every part of me, and I doubted he really understood that.
“How old are you?”
His skin went bright red, and he hugged himself tightly.
“You won’t get in trouble,” I said quickly.
“S-she needed the money,” he whispered, “and … and …”
“She won’t get in trouble either. I just want to know everything about you.”
The corner of his mouth turned up. He had a dimple on his cheek. “I … I just turned fourteen. Only three weeks ago.”
My breath left me in a rush. Fourteen was entirely too young. Not for some, but definitely for me. I wanted to touch him, and then I didn’t.
“I-I’m sorry, m-m-m-mas-master.”
My face must have twisted or something. I quickly relaxed and reached for him, cupping his cheeks and making him look at me. “Don’t be. Please. It’s not your fault.”
I reached for the phone on my bedside table. It rang twice and then Mirae picked up.
“Mirae, will you please send Seunghyun up? Thank you.”
Micky pulled his knees up, and then covered his upper body with the blanket.
“Who is the woman Jaejoong bought you from?” he asked.
Micky put his lower lip between his teeth and buried into the blanket. His shoulders shook.
“Micky?” I said, worried.
He shook his head.
“Nothing you say will make me love you less, my darling,” I said and held him tightly.
His face pressed against my chest, his hands gripped my shirt again. Just when I thought the tears had stopped.
“She needed the money. She …” Micky’s breath almost stopped in his tears.
Again I took his face in my hands, and rubbed away his tears. Staring into his dark eyes, I had an epiphany. He was not a toy.
“What’s your real name?” I asked.
He winced like I had slapped him, and his eyes shut as more tears fell down his cheeks.
“What is it?” I asked, more forceful.
“Y-yoochun,” he barely whispered.
I cursed and then remembered the look in Jaejoong’s eyes. He had known. He had known and let me take this boy anyway. Anger spurred through me.
“Please, I’m sorry. I wasn’t--” He yanked himself away from me and fell to the bed with a cry.
I ran my hand over his bare back. “You are not in trouble. I promise. I’m going to have a stern word with Jaejoong, but you are not in trouble.”
There was another knock on the door. I shouted for Seunghyun to wait a moment.
“Yoochun.”
He flinched again, and then shivered under my touch.
“Come on. Get up. Seunghyun is my tailor and he’s going to measure you for some proper clothes.”
Yoochun froze and then looked over at me in question.
I smiled. “You’re too young for me. But I have been known to cave to temptation. Clothes will take most of that temptation away.”
The confusion in his face increased.
I laughed and told Seunghyun to enter. I pushed Yoochun to the edge of the bed and told him to stand up. He did slowly, and then let the blanket fall when Seunghyun told him to. I drank in the sight of his skin, because after today, he would have clothes on. As soon as Seunghyun was through measuring him, he picked the blanket up and put it around his shoulders again.
He stood unsure, and then met my eyes for a moment. “M-mas-”
“Don’t call me that. Changmin or hyung is fine.”
Yoochun swallowed nervously. “Changmin-shi, may I use the bathroom?”
“Of course.” I stood up and showed him the way to the bathroom. I told him to shower or bathe or do whatever he wanted to feel clean. With as much willpower as I could muster, I turned away and left him in the bathroom.
I called Jaejoong.
“Through playing already?” he said as a hello.
“He is not a toy,” I said immediately.
Silence. Jaejoong knew.
“I can’t … this …”
“You didn’t want a toy,” Jaejoong said.
“Jaejoong.”
“Changmin. He’s what you want.”
“He’s not … he’s fourteen.”
Jaejoong sighed. “What are you saying? Are you going to bring him back to me?”
I froze and realized my mistake by acknowledging this. Legally, Jaejoong had to take him back.
“I purchased him because of desperation, Changmin. I knew he was not a toy, but I also knew that he isn't old enough to legally be played with. And I also knew that you would like him. You would nurture him and you would not abuse him. I promised his mother he would--”
“Mother?”
Jaejoong sighed. “Desperation, Changmin. You were born into the life you live. Others are not. She is alone, trying to raise two boys. And now she has enough money to send the second one to a good boarding school, to better their lives. I knew that you would--”
I hung up on him. Not wanting to hear more. Guilt overwhelmed me. Guilt from the way I desired the boy, desired someone’s child.
Toys are someone’s child, too. Somehow, I always forgot that.
A throat cleared in the doorway. I turned around and my mouth fell open. Yoochun’s dark hair was wet against his shoulders. He tried uselessly to keep one of my robes around his body.
I had a second bed chamber in my suite. A smaller one with a small bed. But I wanted to be selfish. I held my hand out and he shuffled over to me. I sat on the bed, turned him and sat him down between my legs. I ran my hands through his wet hair, pulling part of the robe up to dry it further. I needed a brush.
“C-Changmin-shi?” he said and held up his hand. A brush. “I … I was going to ask if I could use this.”
“No, you can’t.” I took the brush from him and ran it through his hair. “I intend to worship you, pamper you, and take care of you. So, no, you can’t. This is my job.”
He didn’t know how to respond to that.
“Are you tired?” I asked as I slowly brushed his hair strait. It was long, soft.
“A little.”
I set the brush down on the side table, completely dimmed the lights and then pulled the blankets back on the bed. He had relaxed while I brushed his hair, but he tensed up again when I touched his shoulder. He let me pull him back, and then shaking, climbed into the bed. I wondered what he thought I was going to do to him. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and then sat up straight. I unbuttoned my shirt, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I did not stand up as I took off my slacks, leaving me in boxers and a tank top. I could feel him shivering. I climbed into the bed next to him, under the blanket but on top of the sheet, so it was between us.
I could have taken him to the second suite. I should have.
I put my arm around his waist, held him close, and let the fresh scent of him relax me. It was too early for bed, but he fell asleep after he relaxed when I did not touch or kiss him. I pondered him for a moment.
Technically, he was mine. I had no idea how much Jaejoong would charge me for him, but I didn’t care either.
Still, he was not meant to be a toy. I wondered how many toys were not meant to be toys, sold in a desperate need for money. I was angry at his mother for a little while, watching my darling sleep. How could she just give up on him like that? But then I decided that Yoochun had been the man of the house. He would have made the decision himself. For the sake of his mother and brother.
It was not fair. Not to them, not to him.
He was my charge. My responsibility. I would take care of him. I would get him a tutor, buy him anything he wanted. He moaned in his sleep, twitching with his dreams. Nothing would stop me from making him happy. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and tried to get some sleep.
Part 2: Hold Me
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