Savior 2/2
Title: Savior 2/2
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to save or sex in a dark alley.
Summary: Life was violent in Yunho's world. Darkness permeated the way he lived. And then one night, a scared boy, sparked his world with sunlight.
Warning: Jaejoong is only 16. Yunho is in his twenties. Dubious consent.
A/N: This is a a sequel to the fic Save Me
I can't even begin to explain my frustration with this sequel. I hope it was worth the wait.
A/N: This is a really really late birthday fic for sekushiai Sorry it's late, my darling! I hope this is what you wanted, or I hope you like it even if it's not what you wanted! *hugs*
To read this fic in Russian, go here (community is available for registered users only). Translation by blake_anita
Poster credit goes to angama! Thank you! It's beautiful! ♥
Part 2:
From Part 1: Two months later, Yunho had almost forgotten about the beautiful boy.
And then his phone rang.
He had been in the middle of paying for and climbing from a taxi, so he didn’t bother to look at the display. No one called him that he didn’t give his number to.
He said hello.
A voice that haunted his dreams said his name.
“Jae-“
“Meet me at our spot in six.”
The phone went dead.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho said into it anyway.
What the hell?
Yunho stared at his phone. Pedestrians flowed around him on the busy city street. He checked his call log, but the number had been scrambled.
Our spot, in six? What was this kid … did he mean in the alley? And what, in six minutes, or six hours?
Yunho sighed. He figured Jaejoong meant the alley, not like the two of them had ever chatted over coffee before. Even if he was home, Yunho wouldn’t be able to get there in six minutes, and Jaejoong would be stupid to meet there in the middle of the day. He’d be stupid to meet there in the middle of the night, too, but Yunho hoped he brought some of those body guards with him.
With another sigh, Yunho made a decision.
**********
Five hours and fifty-five minutes later, Yunho was in the darkness of the eighth alley. Waiting. Anxiety filled him. Different from the anxious need to fight when he was in this area. Yunho had never worried about someone besides himself. Ever. And now he was worried. Worried for Jaejoong being in this part of the city again. Worried because there were enough things between here and “civilization” to block Jaejoong or risk his life.
He had better have brought body guards.
Yunho huddled down in his spot on the roof, eyes looking at everything while he curled into his coat to keep the freezing wind away.
Two minutes after the allotted six hours, Yunho wondered if this is what Jaejoong had meant. Maybe he did mean minutes, maybe he meant days. Maybe Yunho shouldn’t be there in the first place. He had no idea if Jaejoong had been coerced into that call and now his family was merely waiting for him to show up to kill him. Jaejoong may have told them what Yunho’s payment for his safety had been.
Why did Yunho even care? He seriously started doubting his sanity as another three minutes ticked by. He should not care. And yet, in his mind, all he could see were wide brown eyes, pink lips, whispers of his name.
After another five minutes, Yunho figured he’d misunderstood Jaejoong’s message. He moved, not away, but around the spot where he’d first met Jaejoong, where the boy had allowed himself to be bent over and fucked. He shivered, not from the cold.
He found a small cranny to wait in, keeping his ears and senses alert for movement.
Four minutes later, he heard a footstep, and then another, and another. He waited before turning, waited until he counted four different patterns of walking. Body guards were trained to walk off-step from each other, to cause confusion in their numbers, but for Yunho, it made it easier to count how many there were.
He turned his head and watched as the four shadows moved through the alley. It was quiet. For now. He wondered what Jaejoong’s moans would sound like echoing from the walls.
The three guards formed a triangle around Jaejoong. Stupid, to show who it was you were guarding.
Yunho moved, circling behind them. They didn’t hear him, he stuck to the shadows, and then waited until they were almost past him before speaking.
“You boys looking for someone?” he asked, purposely speaking to them as if they were dogs.
They all flipped around, weapons drawn.
In the dark, Yunho thought he saw Jaejoong smile.
Jaejoong walked forward and held out a hand. “Stay here.”
It made Yunho smile. “They are little more than trained dogs, aren’t they?”
“Is it necessary to insult them?” Jaejoong asked as he moved out of their protection and toward Yunho.
“No, but it’s fun.”
Yunho felt more than saw Jaejoong’s presence in front of him. Unconsciously, he reached out his hand and closed his fingers around Jaejoong’s wrist. Jaejoong shivered, and moved closer as harsh wind blew through the alley.
“What are you doing here?”
Jae sighed. “Right to the point?”
“Standing out in the open, that’s the best way.”
“Have you heard the rumors of Jin Akanishi’s death?”
Yunho tiled his head and nodded. Everyone in the city had heard of the death of the notorious crime lord.
“I have to be certain.”
Yunho shook his head. “Why?”
Jaejoong glanced behind him at the body guards. “He is the man who took me.”
He spoke so quietly that even Yunho had trouble hearing him. Yunho put his arms around Jae’s shoulders and held him close.
Jae tilted his head up and whispered, “Father hired an assassin, but the man has not returned, but rumors of Akanishi’s death have.”
Yunho froze. “I’m not an assassin.”
“Is there anyway you can make sure he’s dead?”
Yunho pushed Jaejoong away by the shoulders, just so he could look into those darkened eyes. “No. You mistake me as either a well-known gangster, or a hero in the night. I am a thief and an opportunist.”
“Jaejoong,” one of the guards said.
Jaejoong looked behind them and snapped, “Quiet.”
Jaejoong may not have noticed the look in the man’s eyes, but Yunho did. He looked frustrated, or exasperated, and a little hurt. Jaejoong turned away, and Yunho met his eyes. The man glared at him, and Yunho smirked. He knew that look. The man was in love with Jaejoong. Not that Yunho blamed him. Jaejoong was alluring.
“You have guards, why do you need me?”
“The guards are stupid. I told them that you’d see us before we ever saw you. That’d you’d track us and make sure it wasn’t a trap before you said anything. That’d you’d disappear if you thought it wasn’t good for you. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re here.”
“Me, too. But I’m not sure I can do what you need me to do. I don’t run in those circles. If Akanishi is dead, then someone else will just take his place.”
Jaejoong let out a frustrated breath. “Then …” He looked away, almost shyly. “I … then I need you to kiss me.”
Yunho stiffened.
Jae moved back against his body. “I want you to. I need you to, but not with them watching.”
“Jaejoong,” the same guard whispered.
Jae sighed. “I told you to be quiet.”
Yunho used the moment to scan the alley. Being around Jaejoong again made him careless. Yunho let Jaejoong hug him, hands slipping into Yunho’s coat and arms wrapping under his shoulders. Warmth radiated from him.
Yunho put his arms around Jaejoong’s shoulders and said, “Should I make us disappear?”
“I told them I might. If you wanted to.”
“If I wanted to?”
“I wasn’t even sure if you’d see me.”
Yunho chuckled and leaned back to see Jaejoong’s shadowy face. “Your face has been plaguing my memory for two months. I can’t jerk off without picturing your lips around my cock.”
Even in the dark, Yunho saw Jaejoong blush.
“Tell your guards not to freak out, because I am taking you away in about thirty seconds.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Guys,” Jae said a bit louder, “don’t freak out.”
“Jaejoong.”
“What, Yoochun? I told you-“
“And as your head bodyguard…”
Jaejoong turned his back and smiled at Yunho. “Make me disappear.”
Yunho saw the bodyguard move forward, raising his weapon. Yunho twisted, pulled and in a moment the two of them were a few hundred feet away and the guards had no idea where they’d gone.
Yunho kissed Jaejoong. Jaejoong cut off a moan and kissed him back, body pressed between a wall and Yunho’s hardness. His hands slipped into Yunho’s back pockets, squeezing his ass.
After a few seconds, and the guards getting noisy trying to look for them, Yunho broke away.
“Stay here.”
“Y-Yunho.”
“Just stay.” Yunho moved away quickly, slipping to the other side of the alley. He ended up behind the searching body guards. “You guys suck at your job.”
Yoochun flipped around, gun raised at Yunho’s head. “Let him go.”
“I don’t have him tied up or anything. This is his decision.”
“You’re street trash.”
“Oh, and insulting me is going to make me cooperate? He’s capable of walking out on his own if he wants.” Yunho’s sharp vision barely made out Jaejoong’s figure in the alcove he left him in.
“He said he was coming to ask you for help, not to shack up with.”
“Consider it a payment. Jaejoong knows how I work.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed, and in that moment, Yunho really knew the man was in love with his charge. “I should kill you now.”
“Why? Because you’re upset with yourself?”
The man scowled.
“Be here at eight a.m. Jaejoong will meet you in this spot, safe and sound.”
“And if he’s not?”
Yunho pondered him for a moment, and then with one hand out, he slowly reached into the pocket of his coat. The other guards lifted their weapons. Yunho smirked and pulled out a booklet. His papers. If he was stopped on the street without them, it was an immediate death. Every citizen, even the criminals like him, carried papers.
“Here. Consider my life collateral.” He dropped the book, and as their eyes followed it down, he turned and disappeared. A moment later, he was back with Jaejoong, and Jaejoong stared at him with wide eyes.
Yoochun bent down and picked up his papers. “God, that kid. Come on. We’d be stupid to stay here.”
Yunho chuckled low. “Not so dumb. Stay here again. I’m going to make sure they get back to your car safely.”
Jaejoong nodded. Without thinking, Yunho bent down and pressed a kiss to his lips. He let go of Jaejoong and moved, disappearing in the dark. Yunho shadowed them, making sure they exited the alleys safely.
Less than five minutes later, Yunho was back with Jaejoong. “Move quietly.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I’m kind of a klutz.”
Yunho grinned. “Then just stay close.” He led the way down a few alleys. After a while, he pointed up. Jaejoong looked and shook his head with a swallow. Yunho nodded, understanding. He put his hands on Jaejoong’s hips and easily lifted him to the last rung of a fire escape. He steadied him until Jaejoong had a good grip on the ladder. Yunho jumped, easily swinging his body up. The fire escape creaked and then was quiet. Yunho pointed up again, and he climbed behind Jaejoong, steadying the boy when his body shook from the height.
They crawled over the roof, and then Yunho stopped, looking away, watching for moving shadows. There was one on the opposite corner, but it did not move toward them, maybe because it was only one and they were two. Yunho held up a hand with a sign of peace, and then kept them moving. At the edge of the roof, he jumped to the next one. It wasn’t far, but Yunho wasn’t surprised when Jaejoong hesitated. They were about fifteen floors up. Jaejoong jumped, but his foot caught on the inner ledge and he stumbled. Yunho caught him, arms around his waist and steadied him.
“Not much further,” Yunho whispered. The next roofs had a board walkway between them, and Jaejoong clung to the back of his jacket at they slowly walked across. Yunho visibly relaxed, because this was his building, his territory, and a cursory glance showed no one there who shouldn’t have been. He led the way to the fire escape and let Jaejoong down.
“Second platform,” he whispered, lips close to Jaejoong’s ear.
Jaejoong nodded and climbed down the fire escape. Yunho followed. Jaejoong’s foot slipped on a rung and he gasped, grabbing onto Yunho’s coat.
“Go slow, angel.”
Yunho wasn’t sure why the pet name slipped from his lips, but it was fitting. Jaejoong was so beautiful. Too beautiful for the corruption and greed in this world.
At the platform, Yunho smiled at Jaejoong. He pressed just right on the left upper corner of the window, and pushed the lock to the side. It only worked if you did it right. It clicked, and Yunho slid the window up. He slipped inside and then helped Jaejoong. As soon as he was in, Yunho pushed the window back and locked it, pulling the black drape and making sure the entire window was covered.
“Don’t move,” Yunho whispered in the darkness. He brushed by Jaejoong and followed the memorized floor plan to his bed. He flicked his lighter to life and lit the candles on his dresser. Dim light flickered, and then he walked to the small kitchenette and lit the few candles there. He had electricity, but didn’t use it if he didn’t have to.
“This is where you live?” Jaejoong questioned.
Yunho grinned. “Lavish, huh?”
Jaejoong’s lip twitched. “Before … before, I would have turned my nose up at it. For some reason, it feels like home.”
Yunho grinned as he lit a cigarette. “Do you smoke?”
“Away from my father? Yes, I do.”
With a chuckle, Yunho tossed the pack over to Jaejoong. He watched as the young kid pulled out a cigarette, and then bent over a candle to light it. His cheeks hollowed, and he let out a puff of smoke.
“I’d offer you something to drink, but all I have is beer.”
Jaejoong smiled and moved to the far side of the room where a single picture hung. Green trees, faraway mountains formed a backdrop to a lake and an overgrown path in the foreground.
“Are there such places in the world?” Jaejoong mused.
Yunho did not think he expected a response, so he stayed quiet.
“So relaxing, so free and clean and pure?”
“That’s how I see you,” Yunho said, again surprising himself.
Jaejoong snorted. “I am beyond pure.”
“More so than I am. And you’re young. You can choose-“
“Can I?”
Their eyes met, and Yunho shrugged, taking a drag on his cigarette. Jaejoong probably had just as much of a choice in who he was going to end up to be as Yunho did: no education and only his fists and instincts to teach only took one so far.
Yunho finished his cigarette and snubbed it out in an ashtray. Jaejoong went back to staring at the picture. Yunho took off his jacket, hanging it on the chair by the bed. The holster which held his gun joined it, within reach, just in case. He sat on the bed and removed his boots. The hidden knife holster also went on the chair.
“I did not know you were so well armed,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho looked up, seeing himself under scrutiny. He smiled. “You have to be, in my world. Very rarely does a night go by that I am not in a fight.”
“How many men have you killed?”
Yunho shrugged. “Does that matter? Right here?” He pulled his shirt over his head and smirked when Jaejoong’s breath caught.
“Yoochun told me to be careful. I know you’re dangerous, but he said that knowing and understanding are two different things.”
“He’s right.”
“He says I have you on this pedestal of sainthood.”
Yunho laughed as he lay back on his bed. He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. Instead of taking them off, he put his hands behind his head and smirked over at the boy in his room. He wanted to demand that Jaejoong come to the bed, but at the same time, he wanted this to be at Jaejoong's pace. Not his. They’d had hot and frantic in an alley. And now they had all night.
Jaejoong spared the picture on more look. It was the only color in Yunho’s room. His blankets were gray blue. His kitchen a dull white. His dishes (the few on the counter) were gray also. The walls were an even duller white.
Jaejoong took off his jacket on the way to the bed. It fell behind him without another thought. He wore a black button down shirt and black jeans.
“Better outfit than the last one I saw you in,” Yunho said with a smirk.
Jaejoong smiled, and then the smile fell and he climbed up onto the bed, knees first, and then his hands. He crawled up and lost his confidence with every inch closer. Yunho did nothing more than let his eyes smolder. Jaejoong was beyond attractive. The brown hair suited his skin tone. His dark eyes were wide with innocence. Perfect skin. He was dying to see what his body looked like completely naked.
Jaejoong licked his lips, eyes darting from Yunho’s lips to his bare chest. “You-you have a lot of scars.”
Yunho hadn’t been expecting that. He nodded. “Most people in my world have a lot of scars. What about you?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Only … only from before. A few belt lashes.”
Yunho frowned. He reached for the boy, but let his hand fall when Jaejoong flinched.
“Sorry.”
“How did you escape?”
“They … they were mostly drunk, and I just ran for it. I had tried before, but they … they would have caught me. They always caught me.”
“How many times did you run?”
“Once a month, at least. They … they always threatened to really hurt me. Like break my legs and stuff, but never did. I heard them once talking and their boss said they weren’t allowed, but his boss said nothing about fucking me. So they did that. That … that was my punishment.”
Jaejoong talked to his chest, never lifting his eyes. A finger ran over his chest, tracing a particularly nasty scar below his shoulder.
“That was from a knife fight,” Yunho said. “I broke his neck after he gave it to me.”
Jaejoong shivered and then looked up. “You scare me.”
Yunho nodded. “Good.” This time when Yunho reached for him, Jaejoong allowed it. Yunho hooked his hand around Jaejoong’s neck and pulled him close. Yunho watched as Jaejoong’s eyes shut, lashes fluttering. He kept his eyes open even as their tongues touched and pushed together. Jaejoong whimpered. His fingers clenched around Yunho’s pec muscles.
With a gasp, he broke away, cheeks turning a beautiful pink. His eyes stayed shut and then he sort of smiled. “That was my third kiss. I … I know you kissed me more than that, but I don’t remember them all. Just … just the first one. And then the last one, and then this one. And I don’t count the ones taken from me by … from before.”
Yunho did not question his logic. Sometimes people did drastic things and thought delusional thoughts to cope with a horrible experience. He pushed at Jaejoong’s shoulders, and the boy sat up. Yunho unbuttoned his shirt from the top. With each button, Jaejoong’s breathing increased. He jerked away and licked his lips.
Yunho frowned at him, but when Jaejoong touched his stomach, he did not protest. He again put his hands behind his head. Jaejoong’s eyes widened and he swallowed.
He was so nervous, and Yunho wondered why. In the alley, he understood, but now-
“I’ve never done this because I wanted to,” Jaejoong whispered.
“Do you want to?”
Jaejoong swallowed again and then nodded. “But … but it’s different.”
“I can throw you on your stomach and force it on you if it will make you feel better.”
Jaejoong snapped his gaze up, meeting Yunho’s eyes. His lips twitched and then a beautiful smile spread across his face. He covered his mouth with a hand as he laughed. “N-no. T-this way is better. I just don’t know what to do.” His nerves came back and he looked down, wringing his hands.
Yunho sat up. He cupped Jaejoong’s chin and kissed him. “Follow my lead then.” He put his other hand around Jaejoong’s slim waist and laid back down, the boy on top of him. He kissed him softly, over and over again, each kiss wetter, smacking and echoing in the room.
“Let me unbutton your shirt,” Yunho said against his lips.
Jaejoong pushed up with one arm, turning his body. Yunho continued kissing him, going by feel, undoing the rest of his buttons. He slipped the shirt off his body, hands following, up around budding muscled shoulders and down his back. He let his fingers bump down his spine, stopping at the top of his pants. Jaejoong moaned and arched his hips into Yunho’s touch. Yunho gripped hard and raised his hips as he pulled Jaejoong down. Their erections ground together.
Jaejoong broke away from his lips with another gasp, but this one without the fear.
“You’re such a beautiful angel,” Yunho whispered, letting his hands run all over Jaejoong’s chest and stomach. The candle light flickered over his pale skin, deepening the shadows, making his muscles look more defined.
“C-can I … I kiss your body?” Jaejoong whispered, cheeks turning deep red.
“God, please.”
Jaejoong smiled and then bent down. Tentatively, his tongue touched Yunho’s collarbone, swiping his tongue to his neck. Yunho moaned, wondering when the last time was that someone had touched him there. Or licked him there. Jaejoong took a deep breath and moved to the other side. His fingers feathered on Yunho’s chest.
“Play with my nipples, my angel.”
Jaejoong’s breath ghosted down his skin, pulling another moan from deep in Yunho’s throat.
“Is … is this wr-“
Yunho chuckled. “No, angel, it’s fine. Just … been awhile since someone paid attention to more than just getting off. Keep going.”
Jaejoong beautiful smile graced his face again and he kissed and sucked and licked at Yunho’s chest. He touched each scar with his tongue, and rolled each nipple between his fingers, slickening with spit from his mouth. Yunho’s hand repaid the attention, covering each inch of Jaejoong’s skin with touches and tickles, and scratches on his back when Jaejoong had chewed too long on a nipple. Yunho felt like he was going to come as soon as his cock was touched.
“Your turn?” Yunho said, making it a question. He needed to calm himself down.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip and then nodded.
Carefully, Yunho put his arms around Jaejoong’s body and lowered him to the bed. He ran his hands through Jaejoong’s hair.
“You looked good as a blond angel, but this color suits you better. Makes your eyes fuller, more … intense.”
His cheeks turned pink, the flush traveling down his chest. Yunho followed it with a finger. “So beautiful,” he whispered and then ducked his head down. He licked and played with Jaejoong’s skin. Sucking on nipples and tracing ribs with his fingers. His body held a promise of strength. He closed his mouth around a nipple and sucked lightly.
Jaejoong’s hands settled in his hair and pulled. “Ha-har… harder, please. Harder.”
Yunho rolled his eyes up. Jaejoong’s eyes were shut tight, lower lip red from biting it with his white teeth. He whimpered and Yunho sucked harder.
Jaejoong’s hips rose with a cry. “Yes, fuck yes.”
Yunho smirked and abused his body, covering his stomach with hickys and bite marks. Jaejoong thrust up continuously, rubbing his erection on Yunho’s side.
“Better get those pants off before you come inside them,” he whispered.
Jaejoong nodded his head rapidly. “Please, please.”
Yunho chuckled. He sat back on his feet and undid the line of buttons of the crotch. “Oh shit,” he whispered, as he spread the pants open. Jaejoong was not wearing underwear.
Jaejoong gasped. “D-don’t like them, if I don’t have to wear them.”
Yunho hooked his hands at the top and peeled them off. Jaejoong curled his legs up, hands gripping his knees. Yunho settled between them before Jaejoong could unbend. His fingers brushed over his entrance.
Jaejoong cried out his name.
A sudden epiphany had Yunho smirking. He kissed Jaejoong’s bent knee. Lips against his skin, he moved down his leg. “Have you ever had a blow job, angel?”
Jaejoong gasped and shook his head frantically.
“I thought not.”
Yunho pushed at his legs, spreading them more. Jaejoong whimpered as Yunho blew hot breath over his hard cock. He licked down the shaft, all the way to his balls. Jaejoong almost screamed, pumping clear fluid onto his stomach. Yunho knew this was going to be quick. He slipped a finger into his mouth, coating it with spit until it dripped to Jaejoong’s thigh. He shivered and then panted as Yunho brushed the wet finger over his entrance again.
“Oh, oh, Yunho. Please.”
Yunho pressed the finger into him slowly. Jaejoong’s eyes shut tight, he hissed, and then his body relaxed with a whimper. Yunho pushed deeper, and then deeper still until his finger was completely inside him. He rolled his hand and then put his mouth on Jaejoong’s erection again.
“Yunho! Oh shit.”
Yunho licked the crown before tightening his lips around the head. He licked, massaging the head as he lowered his mouth, up and down. Again, and then again. Jaejoong’s fingers gripped his hair, his hips rose. His cock pulsed in Yunho’s mouth. With a deep scream, he tightened and jerked, pulsing his release into Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho sucked him through it, swallowing the tang. With Jaejoong’s body so relaxed, he wet a second finger and pushed it into his body.
“Oh, so … too sensitive, Yunho. Please.”
Yunho kept his fingers buried deep and kissed up Jaejoong’s shivering body. He left a few more marks on his chest and neck. He lapped at Jaejoong’s jaw line and then whispered praise and pretty words at this beautiful angel until Jaejoong was smiling widely.
“Are you just trying to get into my pants?” Jaejoong asked, slightly breathless.
Yunho chuckled. “How am I doing?”
Jaejoong moaned and rolled his hips, Yunho’s fingers almost slipped from him. “Good.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips and then carefully pulled his fingers out. Spit was okay for a quick fuck in an alley, but not for a moment in a bed. He reached to his small dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube from the middle drawer.
He sat back on his knees again. Jaejoong’s legs went around his waist. He soaked in the beautiful sight of candle light flickering over Jaejoong’s slightly sweaty skin. He let his hands memorize the planes of his chest and stomach and thighs.
“Y-yunho,” Jaejoong whispered, voice insecure.
Yunho smiled. “Just imprinting this image on my soul, angel. You’re too beautiful to forget after tonight. I don’t want to. Not ever.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed in question. “W-what?”
Yunho frowned. “What do you mean what?” He let his fingers trail around Jaejoong’s entrance just to keep the mood.
“This … after tonight, you …”
Yunho shook his head. “You shouldn’t come look for me again, angel. You belong in a different world.”
Jaejoong pouted and looked away. Yunho smiled softly and pushed his fingers back into Jaejoong. They squelched in deep and Jaejoong moaned. Yunho prepped him slowly. His other hand ran over and around Jaejoong’s body, tugging on his cock and balls. Jaejoong lifted his hands behind his head and panted. When Yunho pushed in a third finger, Jaejoong’s fingers scrabbled on the bare wall, needing something to grip.
“Please … please. Yunho, please. Please. Now.”
Yunho decided that now was good. He removed his fingers and coated his cock in lube. He laid his hands on inner thighs, spreading him open. He swiped his cock over his entrance once and then pushed in.
Jaejoong tensed, body arching. His legs tightened around Yunho’s body, pushing his cock in deeper.
“Okay?” Yunho asked, voice labored.
Jaejoong nodded. “Yeah, so … “
“Tight, I know.” Yunho chuckled at the smile on Jaejoong’s face. He pulled out and then pushed back in, going so slow. Too slow for both of them. But he needed to. He needed to show Jaejoong just what sex could be like, what it should be like.
“Fuck, Yunho. It’s …”
“Feel good?”
“So good. Please move a little … fa-faster.”
Yunho gripped behind Jaejoong’s knees, leaning over him. Their lips met and Yunho thrust into him, hard. Jaejoong whimpered and then moaned as Yunho moved, setting a rhythm right away. Their lips parted and then joined. Kiss after kiss as pleasure overpowered the room. The candles burned lower and lower, light flickering over sweaty skin.
“Yunho, legs … please.”
Yunho stopped and leaned away. He slowly pulled out and let Jaejoong stretch his legs out and catch his breath. Jaejoong moaned. His hand slipped down his body, gripped his cock for a moment, tugging, and then went lower. His fingertips traced the edge of his entrance. He moaned again.
“Now what do you want, beautiful angel?” Yunho whispered. “More of this, on your knees or …”
“No. Not …” He shook his head, eyes darkening, and Yunho wondered if the ones who had raped him made him kneel for them.
Yunho decided that it would be Jaejoong’s control. He lay down. “Ride me, then.”
Jaejoong turned his head and they kissed. Yunho’s head went light. He had never, ever been kissed so much or with such attention. His heart felt like it was going to burst and his mind whirled. He could not feel so much for the boy after only seeing him twice, but his heart argued with him.
Jaejoong curled up against his side, rocking against him gently while they kissed.
Yunho’s hands gripped his hips and he pulled him on top of him. Jaejoong kneeled, straddling him. He licked his lips. Yunho lifted his cock and directed Jaejoong back. The head entered him easily and Yunho moaned, thrusting up as Jaejoong pushed down. Jaejoong whimpered and immediately moved, rolling his hips back and forth for comfort. His hand trailed up his body, into his hair. His mouth opened and he moaned low.
Yunho shivered. He bent his knees and held Jaejoong steady while he thrust up into Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong’s hands continued roving, over his body, over Yunho’s. One settled on his cock and Yunho decided that he wanted to give him as much pleasure as he could. He moaned as Jaejoong’s body tightened around his cock.
Jaejoong suddenly cried out, falling forward, and they kissed again as Jaejoong jerked, hand flying swiftly over his cock. He shuddered and warmth splattered over Yunho’s skin. He moaned at the intensity of his feelings and sped up, yanking Jaejoong down on his cock until he was so close to coming.
“Yunho-ah, Yunho.” Jaejoong’s voice barely ghosted over his skin. Lips followed, whispering his name in time to Yunho’s thrusts. Jaejoong moaned low and covered a nipple with his mouth. The sensation shot straight to Yunho’s cock.
“Fuck, Jaejoong, shit. So … feels so good.” His vision went gray and spotty. His thrusts slowed and Jaejoong took over, rocking back, Yunho’s cock never leaving his body. Yunho dug his fingers into Jaejoong’s hips as he screamed, coming harder than he thought he could. The pleasure with Jaejoong still moving kept him moaning for a few more long moments. And then he sagged, sated body falling limp against his bed.
Jaejoong’s breath panted against his chest.
Slowly, like he was chained, he wrapped his arms Jaejoong’s shuddering body, holding him closer. His cock shifted inside Jaejoong and twitched.
Jaejoong back rose and fell and then his breath hitched.
Yunho winced. The boy was too attached to him, he knew that, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do about it.
He whispered Jaejoong’s name. The boy lifted his head. Yunho frowned at his tear-stained cheeks and wiped them with his fingers.
“You don’t belong here.”
Jaejoong looked around the room and then shook his head. “I feel more comfortable here than in the wing of the capitol building that is my bedroom.” He sighed and lay back down. His finger traced nonsensical patterns on Yunho’s skin. His nail caught on Yunho’s nipple again and again.
“You keep that up and I’m going to be ready for another round,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong rocked his hips.
Yunho moaned his name.
“If this is all I get then I want more,” Jaejoong said. He sat up and used Yunho’s chest as support as he rose and fell on Yunho’s hard cock.
Yunho knew better. He knew that if they did not sleep and they just fucked all night long that he’d fall a little more for this beauty. But Jaejoong was right. If this was all he got, then Yunho wanted more, too.
“Whatever you want, my angel.”
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Jaejoong leaned against a brick wall. He was not looking at Yunho, but Yunho didn’t mind. Too much eye contact and Yunho would steal the angel away. After their night together, no one could blame Yunho. They collapsed at almost four a.m. Jaejoong yawned.
At seven fifty-seven, Jaejoong said, “So you won’t go find out if he’s dead or not?”
Yunho tore his eyes from watch on the alley. He met Jaejoong’s gaze and shook his head. “No. I’m not willing to draw attention to myself by asking unnecessary questions. And if he’s dead, then he’s dead. Stop living in this part of the world. Angels don’t belong here, and don’t come for me again.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened at the harshness in his voice.
Yunho sighed. “You don’t belong here,” he repeated, softer. “And you deserve to be loved. There’s already someone in your life who loves you.” Even as he said it, Yunho’s heart constricted, but it was necessary.
“W-what? Who?”
Yunho pointed down the alley, where Yoochun and the other two guards had just appeared. Yoochun looked pissed. His long hair was pulled back, a few strands blowing in the cool morning wind. He already held a gun. Finger white from how hard he was gripping it. Trigger happy. Yunho did not want to give him a reason to shoot.
“He loves you. He may not want admit it until you’re older, but he does. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to pressure you because of what happened to you. But if you let the past go, learn from it and move on, then you’ll be able to be happy.”
Jaejoong blinked and tears fell down his cheeks. “H-he doesn’t … it’s his job to protect me.”
“Yes. It is. I bet he never thought he’d fall in love with you. Treat him well.”
Jaejoong gripped Yunho’s coat. “Why does that scare me even more than staying with you?”
“Love is always scary.”
Jaejoong pressed his face into Yunho’s chest. His breath caught. Yunho held him for longer than he should have. It wasn’t as easy to disappear in the daylight.
With a ragged cry, Jaejoong broke away from him. He turned and left their alcove. Yoochun’s gun was up as he turned quickly. Jaejoong kept walking toward him. Yoochun sighed and lowered his gun.
“Jaejoong-“
“Don’t … just … leave me alone.”
Yunho frowned with Yoochun, but Jaejoong continued walking.
“Go with him,” Yoochun said.
The other two quickly followed after their charge.
Yunho stepped out of the alcove.
Yoochun face was stone, his knuckles white. He took Yunho’s papers from his back pocket and dropped them on the ground. Yunho smirked as the man turned away.
Yunho waited until Yoochun had taken a few steps and then said, “Take care of him.”
Yoochun stopped and snarled over his shoulder. “I always do. It’s my job.”
Yunho chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.”
Yoochun’s brow furrowed.
“There are others to take care of his body and his life. You take care of his heart. He needs you.”
His mouth opened and then he shut it.
“You’re in a position to love him. I am not. I do not deserve an angel like him. Not in this life anyway.”
“It isn’t possible in our life either.”
Yunho outright laughed. “Jaejoong is stubborn and been through enough hell in his short life. He’ll insist upon it if you let yourself love him. Show him that you love him.”
Yoochun scowled and then turned around. Yunho let him go, following him until they were out of the alley and into their car. He caught one more glance at Jaejoong, face shadowed where it pressed against the tinted windows. Yoochun looked back only once. His face hardened with determination, and then he climbed in the car.
Yunho waited until the car drove away. He turned back to his house and lit a much needed cigarette to calm his pounding heart.
A/N: No, I will not be writing a part 3 to this.
Part 1: Save Me
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to save or sex in a dark alley.
Summary: Life was violent in Yunho's world. Darkness permeated the way he lived. And then one night, a scared boy, sparked his world with sunlight.
Warning: Jaejoong is only 16. Yunho is in his twenties. Dubious consent.
A/N: This is a a sequel to the fic Save Me
I can't even begin to explain my frustration with this sequel. I hope it was worth the wait.
A/N: This is a really really late birthday fic for sekushiai Sorry it's late, my darling! I hope this is what you wanted, or I hope you like it even if it's not what you wanted! *hugs*
To read this fic in Russian, go here (community is available for registered users only). Translation by blake_anita
Poster credit goes to angama! Thank you! It's beautiful! ♥
Part 2:
From Part 1: Two months later, Yunho had almost forgotten about the beautiful boy.
And then his phone rang.
He had been in the middle of paying for and climbing from a taxi, so he didn’t bother to look at the display. No one called him that he didn’t give his number to.
He said hello.
A voice that haunted his dreams said his name.
“Jae-“
“Meet me at our spot in six.”
The phone went dead.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho said into it anyway.
What the hell?
Yunho stared at his phone. Pedestrians flowed around him on the busy city street. He checked his call log, but the number had been scrambled.
Our spot, in six? What was this kid … did he mean in the alley? And what, in six minutes, or six hours?
Yunho sighed. He figured Jaejoong meant the alley, not like the two of them had ever chatted over coffee before. Even if he was home, Yunho wouldn’t be able to get there in six minutes, and Jaejoong would be stupid to meet there in the middle of the day. He’d be stupid to meet there in the middle of the night, too, but Yunho hoped he brought some of those body guards with him.
With another sigh, Yunho made a decision.
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Five hours and fifty-five minutes later, Yunho was in the darkness of the eighth alley. Waiting. Anxiety filled him. Different from the anxious need to fight when he was in this area. Yunho had never worried about someone besides himself. Ever. And now he was worried. Worried for Jaejoong being in this part of the city again. Worried because there were enough things between here and “civilization” to block Jaejoong or risk his life.
He had better have brought body guards.
Yunho huddled down in his spot on the roof, eyes looking at everything while he curled into his coat to keep the freezing wind away.
Two minutes after the allotted six hours, Yunho wondered if this is what Jaejoong had meant. Maybe he did mean minutes, maybe he meant days. Maybe Yunho shouldn’t be there in the first place. He had no idea if Jaejoong had been coerced into that call and now his family was merely waiting for him to show up to kill him. Jaejoong may have told them what Yunho’s payment for his safety had been.
Why did Yunho even care? He seriously started doubting his sanity as another three minutes ticked by. He should not care. And yet, in his mind, all he could see were wide brown eyes, pink lips, whispers of his name.
After another five minutes, Yunho figured he’d misunderstood Jaejoong’s message. He moved, not away, but around the spot where he’d first met Jaejoong, where the boy had allowed himself to be bent over and fucked. He shivered, not from the cold.
He found a small cranny to wait in, keeping his ears and senses alert for movement.
Four minutes later, he heard a footstep, and then another, and another. He waited before turning, waited until he counted four different patterns of walking. Body guards were trained to walk off-step from each other, to cause confusion in their numbers, but for Yunho, it made it easier to count how many there were.
He turned his head and watched as the four shadows moved through the alley. It was quiet. For now. He wondered what Jaejoong’s moans would sound like echoing from the walls.
The three guards formed a triangle around Jaejoong. Stupid, to show who it was you were guarding.
Yunho moved, circling behind them. They didn’t hear him, he stuck to the shadows, and then waited until they were almost past him before speaking.
“You boys looking for someone?” he asked, purposely speaking to them as if they were dogs.
They all flipped around, weapons drawn.
In the dark, Yunho thought he saw Jaejoong smile.
Jaejoong walked forward and held out a hand. “Stay here.”
It made Yunho smile. “They are little more than trained dogs, aren’t they?”
“Is it necessary to insult them?” Jaejoong asked as he moved out of their protection and toward Yunho.
“No, but it’s fun.”
Yunho felt more than saw Jaejoong’s presence in front of him. Unconsciously, he reached out his hand and closed his fingers around Jaejoong’s wrist. Jaejoong shivered, and moved closer as harsh wind blew through the alley.
“What are you doing here?”
Jae sighed. “Right to the point?”
“Standing out in the open, that’s the best way.”
“Have you heard the rumors of Jin Akanishi’s death?”
Yunho tiled his head and nodded. Everyone in the city had heard of the death of the notorious crime lord.
“I have to be certain.”
Yunho shook his head. “Why?”
Jaejoong glanced behind him at the body guards. “He is the man who took me.”
He spoke so quietly that even Yunho had trouble hearing him. Yunho put his arms around Jae’s shoulders and held him close.
Jae tilted his head up and whispered, “Father hired an assassin, but the man has not returned, but rumors of Akanishi’s death have.”
Yunho froze. “I’m not an assassin.”
“Is there anyway you can make sure he’s dead?”
Yunho pushed Jaejoong away by the shoulders, just so he could look into those darkened eyes. “No. You mistake me as either a well-known gangster, or a hero in the night. I am a thief and an opportunist.”
“Jaejoong,” one of the guards said.
Jaejoong looked behind them and snapped, “Quiet.”
Jaejoong may not have noticed the look in the man’s eyes, but Yunho did. He looked frustrated, or exasperated, and a little hurt. Jaejoong turned away, and Yunho met his eyes. The man glared at him, and Yunho smirked. He knew that look. The man was in love with Jaejoong. Not that Yunho blamed him. Jaejoong was alluring.
“You have guards, why do you need me?”
“The guards are stupid. I told them that you’d see us before we ever saw you. That’d you’d track us and make sure it wasn’t a trap before you said anything. That’d you’d disappear if you thought it wasn’t good for you. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re here.”
“Me, too. But I’m not sure I can do what you need me to do. I don’t run in those circles. If Akanishi is dead, then someone else will just take his place.”
Jaejoong let out a frustrated breath. “Then …” He looked away, almost shyly. “I … then I need you to kiss me.”
Yunho stiffened.
Jae moved back against his body. “I want you to. I need you to, but not with them watching.”
“Jaejoong,” the same guard whispered.
Jae sighed. “I told you to be quiet.”
Yunho used the moment to scan the alley. Being around Jaejoong again made him careless. Yunho let Jaejoong hug him, hands slipping into Yunho’s coat and arms wrapping under his shoulders. Warmth radiated from him.
Yunho put his arms around Jaejoong’s shoulders and said, “Should I make us disappear?”
“I told them I might. If you wanted to.”
“If I wanted to?”
“I wasn’t even sure if you’d see me.”
Yunho chuckled and leaned back to see Jaejoong’s shadowy face. “Your face has been plaguing my memory for two months. I can’t jerk off without picturing your lips around my cock.”
Even in the dark, Yunho saw Jaejoong blush.
“Tell your guards not to freak out, because I am taking you away in about thirty seconds.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Guys,” Jae said a bit louder, “don’t freak out.”
“Jaejoong.”
“What, Yoochun? I told you-“
“And as your head bodyguard…”
Jaejoong turned his back and smiled at Yunho. “Make me disappear.”
Yunho saw the bodyguard move forward, raising his weapon. Yunho twisted, pulled and in a moment the two of them were a few hundred feet away and the guards had no idea where they’d gone.
Yunho kissed Jaejoong. Jaejoong cut off a moan and kissed him back, body pressed between a wall and Yunho’s hardness. His hands slipped into Yunho’s back pockets, squeezing his ass.
After a few seconds, and the guards getting noisy trying to look for them, Yunho broke away.
“Stay here.”
“Y-Yunho.”
“Just stay.” Yunho moved away quickly, slipping to the other side of the alley. He ended up behind the searching body guards. “You guys suck at your job.”
Yoochun flipped around, gun raised at Yunho’s head. “Let him go.”
“I don’t have him tied up or anything. This is his decision.”
“You’re street trash.”
“Oh, and insulting me is going to make me cooperate? He’s capable of walking out on his own if he wants.” Yunho’s sharp vision barely made out Jaejoong’s figure in the alcove he left him in.
“He said he was coming to ask you for help, not to shack up with.”
“Consider it a payment. Jaejoong knows how I work.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed, and in that moment, Yunho really knew the man was in love with his charge. “I should kill you now.”
“Why? Because you’re upset with yourself?”
The man scowled.
“Be here at eight a.m. Jaejoong will meet you in this spot, safe and sound.”
“And if he’s not?”
Yunho pondered him for a moment, and then with one hand out, he slowly reached into the pocket of his coat. The other guards lifted their weapons. Yunho smirked and pulled out a booklet. His papers. If he was stopped on the street without them, it was an immediate death. Every citizen, even the criminals like him, carried papers.
“Here. Consider my life collateral.” He dropped the book, and as their eyes followed it down, he turned and disappeared. A moment later, he was back with Jaejoong, and Jaejoong stared at him with wide eyes.
Yoochun bent down and picked up his papers. “God, that kid. Come on. We’d be stupid to stay here.”
Yunho chuckled low. “Not so dumb. Stay here again. I’m going to make sure they get back to your car safely.”
Jaejoong nodded. Without thinking, Yunho bent down and pressed a kiss to his lips. He let go of Jaejoong and moved, disappearing in the dark. Yunho shadowed them, making sure they exited the alleys safely.
Less than five minutes later, Yunho was back with Jaejoong. “Move quietly.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I’m kind of a klutz.”
Yunho grinned. “Then just stay close.” He led the way down a few alleys. After a while, he pointed up. Jaejoong looked and shook his head with a swallow. Yunho nodded, understanding. He put his hands on Jaejoong’s hips and easily lifted him to the last rung of a fire escape. He steadied him until Jaejoong had a good grip on the ladder. Yunho jumped, easily swinging his body up. The fire escape creaked and then was quiet. Yunho pointed up again, and he climbed behind Jaejoong, steadying the boy when his body shook from the height.
They crawled over the roof, and then Yunho stopped, looking away, watching for moving shadows. There was one on the opposite corner, but it did not move toward them, maybe because it was only one and they were two. Yunho held up a hand with a sign of peace, and then kept them moving. At the edge of the roof, he jumped to the next one. It wasn’t far, but Yunho wasn’t surprised when Jaejoong hesitated. They were about fifteen floors up. Jaejoong jumped, but his foot caught on the inner ledge and he stumbled. Yunho caught him, arms around his waist and steadied him.
“Not much further,” Yunho whispered. The next roofs had a board walkway between them, and Jaejoong clung to the back of his jacket at they slowly walked across. Yunho visibly relaxed, because this was his building, his territory, and a cursory glance showed no one there who shouldn’t have been. He led the way to the fire escape and let Jaejoong down.
“Second platform,” he whispered, lips close to Jaejoong’s ear.
Jaejoong nodded and climbed down the fire escape. Yunho followed. Jaejoong’s foot slipped on a rung and he gasped, grabbing onto Yunho’s coat.
“Go slow, angel.”
Yunho wasn’t sure why the pet name slipped from his lips, but it was fitting. Jaejoong was so beautiful. Too beautiful for the corruption and greed in this world.
At the platform, Yunho smiled at Jaejoong. He pressed just right on the left upper corner of the window, and pushed the lock to the side. It only worked if you did it right. It clicked, and Yunho slid the window up. He slipped inside and then helped Jaejoong. As soon as he was in, Yunho pushed the window back and locked it, pulling the black drape and making sure the entire window was covered.
“Don’t move,” Yunho whispered in the darkness. He brushed by Jaejoong and followed the memorized floor plan to his bed. He flicked his lighter to life and lit the candles on his dresser. Dim light flickered, and then he walked to the small kitchenette and lit the few candles there. He had electricity, but didn’t use it if he didn’t have to.
“This is where you live?” Jaejoong questioned.
Yunho grinned. “Lavish, huh?”
Jaejoong’s lip twitched. “Before … before, I would have turned my nose up at it. For some reason, it feels like home.”
Yunho grinned as he lit a cigarette. “Do you smoke?”
“Away from my father? Yes, I do.”
With a chuckle, Yunho tossed the pack over to Jaejoong. He watched as the young kid pulled out a cigarette, and then bent over a candle to light it. His cheeks hollowed, and he let out a puff of smoke.
“I’d offer you something to drink, but all I have is beer.”
Jaejoong smiled and moved to the far side of the room where a single picture hung. Green trees, faraway mountains formed a backdrop to a lake and an overgrown path in the foreground.
“Are there such places in the world?” Jaejoong mused.
Yunho did not think he expected a response, so he stayed quiet.
“So relaxing, so free and clean and pure?”
“That’s how I see you,” Yunho said, again surprising himself.
Jaejoong snorted. “I am beyond pure.”
“More so than I am. And you’re young. You can choose-“
“Can I?”
Their eyes met, and Yunho shrugged, taking a drag on his cigarette. Jaejoong probably had just as much of a choice in who he was going to end up to be as Yunho did: no education and only his fists and instincts to teach only took one so far.
Yunho finished his cigarette and snubbed it out in an ashtray. Jaejoong went back to staring at the picture. Yunho took off his jacket, hanging it on the chair by the bed. The holster which held his gun joined it, within reach, just in case. He sat on the bed and removed his boots. The hidden knife holster also went on the chair.
“I did not know you were so well armed,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho looked up, seeing himself under scrutiny. He smiled. “You have to be, in my world. Very rarely does a night go by that I am not in a fight.”
“How many men have you killed?”
Yunho shrugged. “Does that matter? Right here?” He pulled his shirt over his head and smirked when Jaejoong’s breath caught.
“Yoochun told me to be careful. I know you’re dangerous, but he said that knowing and understanding are two different things.”
“He’s right.”
“He says I have you on this pedestal of sainthood.”
Yunho laughed as he lay back on his bed. He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. Instead of taking them off, he put his hands behind his head and smirked over at the boy in his room. He wanted to demand that Jaejoong come to the bed, but at the same time, he wanted this to be at Jaejoong's pace. Not his. They’d had hot and frantic in an alley. And now they had all night.
Jaejoong spared the picture on more look. It was the only color in Yunho’s room. His blankets were gray blue. His kitchen a dull white. His dishes (the few on the counter) were gray also. The walls were an even duller white.
Jaejoong took off his jacket on the way to the bed. It fell behind him without another thought. He wore a black button down shirt and black jeans.
“Better outfit than the last one I saw you in,” Yunho said with a smirk.
Jaejoong smiled, and then the smile fell and he climbed up onto the bed, knees first, and then his hands. He crawled up and lost his confidence with every inch closer. Yunho did nothing more than let his eyes smolder. Jaejoong was beyond attractive. The brown hair suited his skin tone. His dark eyes were wide with innocence. Perfect skin. He was dying to see what his body looked like completely naked.
Jaejoong licked his lips, eyes darting from Yunho’s lips to his bare chest. “You-you have a lot of scars.”
Yunho hadn’t been expecting that. He nodded. “Most people in my world have a lot of scars. What about you?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Only … only from before. A few belt lashes.”
Yunho frowned. He reached for the boy, but let his hand fall when Jaejoong flinched.
“Sorry.”
“How did you escape?”
“They … they were mostly drunk, and I just ran for it. I had tried before, but they … they would have caught me. They always caught me.”
“How many times did you run?”
“Once a month, at least. They … they always threatened to really hurt me. Like break my legs and stuff, but never did. I heard them once talking and their boss said they weren’t allowed, but his boss said nothing about fucking me. So they did that. That … that was my punishment.”
Jaejoong talked to his chest, never lifting his eyes. A finger ran over his chest, tracing a particularly nasty scar below his shoulder.
“That was from a knife fight,” Yunho said. “I broke his neck after he gave it to me.”
Jaejoong shivered and then looked up. “You scare me.”
Yunho nodded. “Good.” This time when Yunho reached for him, Jaejoong allowed it. Yunho hooked his hand around Jaejoong’s neck and pulled him close. Yunho watched as Jaejoong’s eyes shut, lashes fluttering. He kept his eyes open even as their tongues touched and pushed together. Jaejoong whimpered. His fingers clenched around Yunho’s pec muscles.
With a gasp, he broke away, cheeks turning a beautiful pink. His eyes stayed shut and then he sort of smiled. “That was my third kiss. I … I know you kissed me more than that, but I don’t remember them all. Just … just the first one. And then the last one, and then this one. And I don’t count the ones taken from me by … from before.”
Yunho did not question his logic. Sometimes people did drastic things and thought delusional thoughts to cope with a horrible experience. He pushed at Jaejoong’s shoulders, and the boy sat up. Yunho unbuttoned his shirt from the top. With each button, Jaejoong’s breathing increased. He jerked away and licked his lips.
Yunho frowned at him, but when Jaejoong touched his stomach, he did not protest. He again put his hands behind his head. Jaejoong’s eyes widened and he swallowed.
He was so nervous, and Yunho wondered why. In the alley, he understood, but now-
“I’ve never done this because I wanted to,” Jaejoong whispered.
“Do you want to?”
Jaejoong swallowed again and then nodded. “But … but it’s different.”
“I can throw you on your stomach and force it on you if it will make you feel better.”
Jaejoong snapped his gaze up, meeting Yunho’s eyes. His lips twitched and then a beautiful smile spread across his face. He covered his mouth with a hand as he laughed. “N-no. T-this way is better. I just don’t know what to do.” His nerves came back and he looked down, wringing his hands.
Yunho sat up. He cupped Jaejoong’s chin and kissed him. “Follow my lead then.” He put his other hand around Jaejoong’s slim waist and laid back down, the boy on top of him. He kissed him softly, over and over again, each kiss wetter, smacking and echoing in the room.
“Let me unbutton your shirt,” Yunho said against his lips.
Jaejoong pushed up with one arm, turning his body. Yunho continued kissing him, going by feel, undoing the rest of his buttons. He slipped the shirt off his body, hands following, up around budding muscled shoulders and down his back. He let his fingers bump down his spine, stopping at the top of his pants. Jaejoong moaned and arched his hips into Yunho’s touch. Yunho gripped hard and raised his hips as he pulled Jaejoong down. Their erections ground together.
Jaejoong broke away from his lips with another gasp, but this one without the fear.
“You’re such a beautiful angel,” Yunho whispered, letting his hands run all over Jaejoong’s chest and stomach. The candle light flickered over his pale skin, deepening the shadows, making his muscles look more defined.
“C-can I … I kiss your body?” Jaejoong whispered, cheeks turning deep red.
“God, please.”
Jaejoong smiled and then bent down. Tentatively, his tongue touched Yunho’s collarbone, swiping his tongue to his neck. Yunho moaned, wondering when the last time was that someone had touched him there. Or licked him there. Jaejoong took a deep breath and moved to the other side. His fingers feathered on Yunho’s chest.
“Play with my nipples, my angel.”
Jaejoong’s breath ghosted down his skin, pulling another moan from deep in Yunho’s throat.
“Is … is this wr-“
Yunho chuckled. “No, angel, it’s fine. Just … been awhile since someone paid attention to more than just getting off. Keep going.”
Jaejoong beautiful smile graced his face again and he kissed and sucked and licked at Yunho’s chest. He touched each scar with his tongue, and rolled each nipple between his fingers, slickening with spit from his mouth. Yunho’s hand repaid the attention, covering each inch of Jaejoong’s skin with touches and tickles, and scratches on his back when Jaejoong had chewed too long on a nipple. Yunho felt like he was going to come as soon as his cock was touched.
“Your turn?” Yunho said, making it a question. He needed to calm himself down.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip and then nodded.
Carefully, Yunho put his arms around Jaejoong’s body and lowered him to the bed. He ran his hands through Jaejoong’s hair.
“You looked good as a blond angel, but this color suits you better. Makes your eyes fuller, more … intense.”
His cheeks turned pink, the flush traveling down his chest. Yunho followed it with a finger. “So beautiful,” he whispered and then ducked his head down. He licked and played with Jaejoong’s skin. Sucking on nipples and tracing ribs with his fingers. His body held a promise of strength. He closed his mouth around a nipple and sucked lightly.
Jaejoong’s hands settled in his hair and pulled. “Ha-har… harder, please. Harder.”
Yunho rolled his eyes up. Jaejoong’s eyes were shut tight, lower lip red from biting it with his white teeth. He whimpered and Yunho sucked harder.
Jaejoong’s hips rose with a cry. “Yes, fuck yes.”
Yunho smirked and abused his body, covering his stomach with hickys and bite marks. Jaejoong thrust up continuously, rubbing his erection on Yunho’s side.
“Better get those pants off before you come inside them,” he whispered.
Jaejoong nodded his head rapidly. “Please, please.”
Yunho chuckled. He sat back on his feet and undid the line of buttons of the crotch. “Oh shit,” he whispered, as he spread the pants open. Jaejoong was not wearing underwear.
Jaejoong gasped. “D-don’t like them, if I don’t have to wear them.”
Yunho hooked his hands at the top and peeled them off. Jaejoong curled his legs up, hands gripping his knees. Yunho settled between them before Jaejoong could unbend. His fingers brushed over his entrance.
Jaejoong cried out his name.
A sudden epiphany had Yunho smirking. He kissed Jaejoong’s bent knee. Lips against his skin, he moved down his leg. “Have you ever had a blow job, angel?”
Jaejoong gasped and shook his head frantically.
“I thought not.”
Yunho pushed at his legs, spreading them more. Jaejoong whimpered as Yunho blew hot breath over his hard cock. He licked down the shaft, all the way to his balls. Jaejoong almost screamed, pumping clear fluid onto his stomach. Yunho knew this was going to be quick. He slipped a finger into his mouth, coating it with spit until it dripped to Jaejoong’s thigh. He shivered and then panted as Yunho brushed the wet finger over his entrance again.
“Oh, oh, Yunho. Please.”
Yunho pressed the finger into him slowly. Jaejoong’s eyes shut tight, he hissed, and then his body relaxed with a whimper. Yunho pushed deeper, and then deeper still until his finger was completely inside him. He rolled his hand and then put his mouth on Jaejoong’s erection again.
“Yunho! Oh shit.”
Yunho licked the crown before tightening his lips around the head. He licked, massaging the head as he lowered his mouth, up and down. Again, and then again. Jaejoong’s fingers gripped his hair, his hips rose. His cock pulsed in Yunho’s mouth. With a deep scream, he tightened and jerked, pulsing his release into Yunho’s mouth.
Yunho sucked him through it, swallowing the tang. With Jaejoong’s body so relaxed, he wet a second finger and pushed it into his body.
“Oh, so … too sensitive, Yunho. Please.”
Yunho kept his fingers buried deep and kissed up Jaejoong’s shivering body. He left a few more marks on his chest and neck. He lapped at Jaejoong’s jaw line and then whispered praise and pretty words at this beautiful angel until Jaejoong was smiling widely.
“Are you just trying to get into my pants?” Jaejoong asked, slightly breathless.
Yunho chuckled. “How am I doing?”
Jaejoong moaned and rolled his hips, Yunho’s fingers almost slipped from him. “Good.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips and then carefully pulled his fingers out. Spit was okay for a quick fuck in an alley, but not for a moment in a bed. He reached to his small dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube from the middle drawer.
He sat back on his knees again. Jaejoong’s legs went around his waist. He soaked in the beautiful sight of candle light flickering over Jaejoong’s slightly sweaty skin. He let his hands memorize the planes of his chest and stomach and thighs.
“Y-yunho,” Jaejoong whispered, voice insecure.
Yunho smiled. “Just imprinting this image on my soul, angel. You’re too beautiful to forget after tonight. I don’t want to. Not ever.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed in question. “W-what?”
Yunho frowned. “What do you mean what?” He let his fingers trail around Jaejoong’s entrance just to keep the mood.
“This … after tonight, you …”
Yunho shook his head. “You shouldn’t come look for me again, angel. You belong in a different world.”
Jaejoong pouted and looked away. Yunho smiled softly and pushed his fingers back into Jaejoong. They squelched in deep and Jaejoong moaned. Yunho prepped him slowly. His other hand ran over and around Jaejoong’s body, tugging on his cock and balls. Jaejoong lifted his hands behind his head and panted. When Yunho pushed in a third finger, Jaejoong’s fingers scrabbled on the bare wall, needing something to grip.
“Please … please. Yunho, please. Please. Now.”
Yunho decided that now was good. He removed his fingers and coated his cock in lube. He laid his hands on inner thighs, spreading him open. He swiped his cock over his entrance once and then pushed in.
Jaejoong tensed, body arching. His legs tightened around Yunho’s body, pushing his cock in deeper.
“Okay?” Yunho asked, voice labored.
Jaejoong nodded. “Yeah, so … “
“Tight, I know.” Yunho chuckled at the smile on Jaejoong’s face. He pulled out and then pushed back in, going so slow. Too slow for both of them. But he needed to. He needed to show Jaejoong just what sex could be like, what it should be like.
“Fuck, Yunho. It’s …”
“Feel good?”
“So good. Please move a little … fa-faster.”
Yunho gripped behind Jaejoong’s knees, leaning over him. Their lips met and Yunho thrust into him, hard. Jaejoong whimpered and then moaned as Yunho moved, setting a rhythm right away. Their lips parted and then joined. Kiss after kiss as pleasure overpowered the room. The candles burned lower and lower, light flickering over sweaty skin.
“Yunho, legs … please.”
Yunho stopped and leaned away. He slowly pulled out and let Jaejoong stretch his legs out and catch his breath. Jaejoong moaned. His hand slipped down his body, gripped his cock for a moment, tugging, and then went lower. His fingertips traced the edge of his entrance. He moaned again.
“Now what do you want, beautiful angel?” Yunho whispered. “More of this, on your knees or …”
“No. Not …” He shook his head, eyes darkening, and Yunho wondered if the ones who had raped him made him kneel for them.
Yunho decided that it would be Jaejoong’s control. He lay down. “Ride me, then.”
Jaejoong turned his head and they kissed. Yunho’s head went light. He had never, ever been kissed so much or with such attention. His heart felt like it was going to burst and his mind whirled. He could not feel so much for the boy after only seeing him twice, but his heart argued with him.
Jaejoong curled up against his side, rocking against him gently while they kissed.
Yunho’s hands gripped his hips and he pulled him on top of him. Jaejoong kneeled, straddling him. He licked his lips. Yunho lifted his cock and directed Jaejoong back. The head entered him easily and Yunho moaned, thrusting up as Jaejoong pushed down. Jaejoong whimpered and immediately moved, rolling his hips back and forth for comfort. His hand trailed up his body, into his hair. His mouth opened and he moaned low.
Yunho shivered. He bent his knees and held Jaejoong steady while he thrust up into Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong’s hands continued roving, over his body, over Yunho’s. One settled on his cock and Yunho decided that he wanted to give him as much pleasure as he could. He moaned as Jaejoong’s body tightened around his cock.
Jaejoong suddenly cried out, falling forward, and they kissed again as Jaejoong jerked, hand flying swiftly over his cock. He shuddered and warmth splattered over Yunho’s skin. He moaned at the intensity of his feelings and sped up, yanking Jaejoong down on his cock until he was so close to coming.
“Yunho-ah, Yunho.” Jaejoong’s voice barely ghosted over his skin. Lips followed, whispering his name in time to Yunho’s thrusts. Jaejoong moaned low and covered a nipple with his mouth. The sensation shot straight to Yunho’s cock.
“Fuck, Jaejoong, shit. So … feels so good.” His vision went gray and spotty. His thrusts slowed and Jaejoong took over, rocking back, Yunho’s cock never leaving his body. Yunho dug his fingers into Jaejoong’s hips as he screamed, coming harder than he thought he could. The pleasure with Jaejoong still moving kept him moaning for a few more long moments. And then he sagged, sated body falling limp against his bed.
Jaejoong’s breath panted against his chest.
Slowly, like he was chained, he wrapped his arms Jaejoong’s shuddering body, holding him closer. His cock shifted inside Jaejoong and twitched.
Jaejoong back rose and fell and then his breath hitched.
Yunho winced. The boy was too attached to him, he knew that, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do about it.
He whispered Jaejoong’s name. The boy lifted his head. Yunho frowned at his tear-stained cheeks and wiped them with his fingers.
“You don’t belong here.”
Jaejoong looked around the room and then shook his head. “I feel more comfortable here than in the wing of the capitol building that is my bedroom.” He sighed and lay back down. His finger traced nonsensical patterns on Yunho’s skin. His nail caught on Yunho’s nipple again and again.
“You keep that up and I’m going to be ready for another round,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong rocked his hips.
Yunho moaned his name.
“If this is all I get then I want more,” Jaejoong said. He sat up and used Yunho’s chest as support as he rose and fell on Yunho’s hard cock.
Yunho knew better. He knew that if they did not sleep and they just fucked all night long that he’d fall a little more for this beauty. But Jaejoong was right. If this was all he got, then Yunho wanted more, too.
“Whatever you want, my angel.”
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Jaejoong leaned against a brick wall. He was not looking at Yunho, but Yunho didn’t mind. Too much eye contact and Yunho would steal the angel away. After their night together, no one could blame Yunho. They collapsed at almost four a.m. Jaejoong yawned.
At seven fifty-seven, Jaejoong said, “So you won’t go find out if he’s dead or not?”
Yunho tore his eyes from watch on the alley. He met Jaejoong’s gaze and shook his head. “No. I’m not willing to draw attention to myself by asking unnecessary questions. And if he’s dead, then he’s dead. Stop living in this part of the world. Angels don’t belong here, and don’t come for me again.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened at the harshness in his voice.
Yunho sighed. “You don’t belong here,” he repeated, softer. “And you deserve to be loved. There’s already someone in your life who loves you.” Even as he said it, Yunho’s heart constricted, but it was necessary.
“W-what? Who?”
Yunho pointed down the alley, where Yoochun and the other two guards had just appeared. Yoochun looked pissed. His long hair was pulled back, a few strands blowing in the cool morning wind. He already held a gun. Finger white from how hard he was gripping it. Trigger happy. Yunho did not want to give him a reason to shoot.
“He loves you. He may not want admit it until you’re older, but he does. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to pressure you because of what happened to you. But if you let the past go, learn from it and move on, then you’ll be able to be happy.”
Jaejoong blinked and tears fell down his cheeks. “H-he doesn’t … it’s his job to protect me.”
“Yes. It is. I bet he never thought he’d fall in love with you. Treat him well.”
Jaejoong gripped Yunho’s coat. “Why does that scare me even more than staying with you?”
“Love is always scary.”
Jaejoong pressed his face into Yunho’s chest. His breath caught. Yunho held him for longer than he should have. It wasn’t as easy to disappear in the daylight.
With a ragged cry, Jaejoong broke away from him. He turned and left their alcove. Yoochun’s gun was up as he turned quickly. Jaejoong kept walking toward him. Yoochun sighed and lowered his gun.
“Jaejoong-“
“Don’t … just … leave me alone.”
Yunho frowned with Yoochun, but Jaejoong continued walking.
“Go with him,” Yoochun said.
The other two quickly followed after their charge.
Yunho stepped out of the alcove.
Yoochun face was stone, his knuckles white. He took Yunho’s papers from his back pocket and dropped them on the ground. Yunho smirked as the man turned away.
Yunho waited until Yoochun had taken a few steps and then said, “Take care of him.”
Yoochun stopped and snarled over his shoulder. “I always do. It’s my job.”
Yunho chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.”
Yoochun’s brow furrowed.
“There are others to take care of his body and his life. You take care of his heart. He needs you.”
His mouth opened and then he shut it.
“You’re in a position to love him. I am not. I do not deserve an angel like him. Not in this life anyway.”
“It isn’t possible in our life either.”
Yunho outright laughed. “Jaejoong is stubborn and been through enough hell in his short life. He’ll insist upon it if you let yourself love him. Show him that you love him.”
Yoochun scowled and then turned around. Yunho let him go, following him until they were out of the alley and into their car. He caught one more glance at Jaejoong, face shadowed where it pressed against the tinted windows. Yoochun looked back only once. His face hardened with determination, and then he climbed in the car.
Yunho waited until the car drove away. He turned back to his house and lit a much needed cigarette to calm his pounding heart.
A/N: No, I will not be writing a part 3 to this.
Part 1: Save Me
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