Flights 27/?
Title: Flights 27/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Junho/Yunho (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu) Many SuJu pairings
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs.
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them from being secure and happy.
A/N: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 27: Flights of Demands
Jaejoong directed Yoochun to a room down the hall. They were sharing again with HoHo and MinSu, but considering the circumstances, Yoochun didn’t mind. Later, after he’d had a few hours of sleep, he’d take Jaejoong up to a tree to relax and stare at the stars.
HoHo lounged naked in one of the beds. Junho was on his stomach, gray wings spread over the bed. Yunho was propped up on an elbow, leaning down for a kiss. His chest was speckled with blood.
“Hey, guys,” Jaejoong said as Yoochun settled him in another bed.
Junho groaned. “Are you guys going to come in here and have dominating, lusty sex and turn me on again?”
Yoochun laughed. “Not right now. I’m too tired.”
“I’m not,” Jaejoong said with a pout.
“You slept all day.”
“Changmin didn’t even fucking care earlier that he and Junsu had an audience,” Junho said.
“I bet that was hot,” Jaejoong said.
“It was, but god, no more.”
“Wings still hurt?” Yoochun asked with concern.
Junho nodded. “Like a bitch.”
Yunho crooned at him and ran his hands on Junho’s sides, under his wings. Junho shivered and slid his fangs into Yunho’s neck for a drink.
Yoochun smiled as he pulled Jaejoong close. He could feel the lust running through his mate’s body. Teasing, he pushed his fingers past Jaejoong’s pants and scraped his nails over the bend in his hip. He shuddered and pouted at him. Yoochun laughed and buried his face in Jaejoong’s neck.
Let me sleep, my mate, and then you can have your way with me.
Jaejoong smiled down their link, he was probably smiling physically too, but Yoochun was already half asleep. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s skin and held him tighter.
Nightmare after nightmare plagued his sleep, but just as each one grew worse and terrifying, Jaejoong’s face was there, leading him away from it, leading away from a dark forest, a maze of hallways in an unknown building, rushing rapids of a river and falling, spiraling toward a fast approaching earth. He never woke up, but relaxed after each terrifying instance, only to pulled into another one, and then away, following his mate’s voice and love.
When Yoochun finally woke up, it wasn’t a sudden ripping from a nightmare, but a casual guiding from his mate. He opened his eyes and smiled at Jaejoong, pulling him down for a kiss.
Thank you, my love, Yoochun whispered.
You were dreaming of me disappearing again. I don’t like that.
Neither do I.
“You awake?” Yunho asked.
Yoochun turned his head to look at him. “Yeah. Sort of. I want to go back to sleep.”
“Such a weakling,” Yunho said with a grin. “We’ve been offered dinner.” He gestured toward the door where a young human stood. “This is Minho.”
Yoochun propped up on his elbows and smiled at the kid. He didn’t look much older than Jaejoong had the first time Yoochun had fed from him. “Hey, Minho. How’s your arm?”
Minho looked at the bandage on his upper arm; his transmitter hadn’t been too deep, and it had been easy to take out.
“It’s okay,” he replied. “Kinda stings when I think about it.”
“And you’re okay to donate some blood?”
“Yeah. Jinki said I had to rest, so I rested and now I’m fine.”
“Well, come here then.”
Minho moved across the room. The closer he got, the twitchier Jaejoong became. Jaejoong had only fed on one human before. Yoochun kept a loose hold on his actions as Minho climbed onto the bed.
“Dongwoon says that since we’re not familiar with you that we have to tell you what we like,” Minho said.
Yoochun nodded. “A good idea.”
Minho swallowed and his cheeks went slightly pink. “I like it from my neck.”
Jaejoong whined at the sudden spark of lust radiating from the human. Yoochun snapped at him and Jaejoong shrank back, half-red eyes on Minho.
“Sorry, Minho,” Yoochun said. “Jaejoong’s still learning.”
“It’s okay. Dongwoon warned me.” Minho kneeled at the end of the bed. “I’m pretty excited about … you know, the lack of control.” He gripped his legs with his hands and then shut his eyes.
Yoochun licked his lips. He smelled good.
A wave of possession filtered through the blood-lust of his mate.
Yoochun laughed and let Jaejoong move enough to kneel by Minho. The boy was shaking, but in anticipation and not fear. His growing cock tented his sweats. Yoochun let Jaejoong bite his neck, but kept a firm hold on every other action. Minho gasped, hips jerking forward. His knuckles turned white. Yoochun watched for a moment and then moved to his other side. He slid his fangs under Minho’s skin and swallowed an overflow of blood. The human’s heart pumped fast, his lust adding a spicy tint to the blood. His body quivered and his mouth opened in a quiet moan. Yoochun stopped drinking and touched his tongue to the boy’s neck, lightly, barely there, but with Jaejoong still drinking, it was enough and Minho came in his pants, body sagging between them.
Yoochun caught him, and ordered Jaejoong away as he lowered Minho to the bed. His skin was tinged gray, and Yoochun shook his head.
“You let us take too much,” Yoochun said.
Minho smiled, eyelids fluttering. “Not enough.” He moaned and rolled over.
“Fuck,” Yunho shouted suddenly, and Yoochun’s head jerked up.
Junho had Yunho pinned on his stomach, his cock slid in and out of Yunho’s body, his teeth were buried in the spot between Yunho’s wings.
That was enough for Yoochun to want his mate. He blinked as his eyes went red. The human first, human care first. Yoochun took a deep breath and carefully cradled Minho to him. He mentally called for Dongwoon, since he didn’t know who else to ask for. He carried Minho to the door, and opened it. Dongwoon was there a second later, taking him from his arms.
Dongwoon smiled down at him. “Silly human boy. Now no one else can feed from you for another day or two.”
Minho smiled. “So worth it.”
Dongwoon laughed.
Yoochun would have too, but his turned-on mate whimpered, and Yoochun slammed the door and spun, holding his mate still while he fought the red vision in his eyes.
As soon as he could see clearly and he wouldn’t completely lose control, he stalked toward his mate.
Jaejoong groveled on the bed, body flat, wings shuddering.
The grunting and moaning and whines from the other bed formed a perfect background to what Yoochun wanted and needed from his mate.
Part of Yoochun wanted Jaejoong to run. He needed a chase, but they’d have to wait until they had more room. The only thing he missed about the compound was getting to hunt, flying and diving and snagging Jaejoong up from a twist of bushes and taking him in the air, feeding from him while the wind and adrenaline pumped over his skin.
Yoochun climbed on the bed and let his wings unfurl. He kept hold of Jaejoong’s mind and crawled over him, facing the opposite direction. Yoochun pushed Jaejoong’s sweats off his ass and Jaejoong whimpered at the scrape of nails on his oversensitive skin.
Yoochun leaned down and licked at his crack.
Jaejoong keened and started begging down their link since he couldn’t actually talk.
With a warning growl, Yoochun lifted his leg and rolled off Jaejoong. He took his tank top off while ordering Jaejoong onto his knees. His mate went willingly, shivering in anticipation. Yoochun kept the hold on his mind light, just a firm command to hold still. He moved behind Jaejoong and used his shirt to tie his wrists and elbows. His wings spread automatically, searching for space to spread and fly. Yoochun pushed his hand between them and forced Jaejoong’s upper body to the bed.
Yoochun kneeled behind him. He gripped Jaejoong’s hips and shoved his legs apart. With one hand cupping Jaejoong’s balls and the other pulling his cheeks apart, Yoochun leaned down and licked up Jaejoong’s cleft.
Jaejoong’s body jerked with each teasing lick over his entrance. Yoochun lathered him up until spit dripped down his balls and inner thighs. He splayed his hands over Jaejoong’s ass, spreading him more, and then pressed his tongue to his twitching, puckered entrance.
His submate cried out, hips thrusting back. With a warning growl, Yoochun slapped his ass. A low whine of submission trailed over Yoochun’s skin as he continued to press his tongue deeper into Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong’s body tightened around his tongue with each staggered breath.
Yoochun added a finger, just a brush, over his entrance, swirling and teasing the rim while his tongue lapped at the sensitive spot just below it.
He felt his mate’s need coursing through their link, over and around, while his orgasm grew and threatened. Jaejoong’s wings shuddered, the feathers whispering his need also.
Yoochun pushed the finger inside him, going slow until he couldn’t go any further. The muscles clenched, staccato quick. Jaejoong mewled, back arching, wings spreading. His knees slipped on the bed and the sudden change forced Yoochun’s finger against his prostate.
Jaejoong cried out and lifted his ass, slammed down on that angle again and again.
Yoochun let him, smirking as his cries grew louder. He added a second finger and spread them, twisting and swirling. The new sensations stilled Jaejoong with another cry. Yoochun chuckled and added his tongue back to play, swirling around the fingers, spearing between them. He added a third to get his tongue deeper.
Jaejoong shivered and gasped. His body tightened up and their link soared with pleasure. And just before he came, Yoochun snapped control over him, stopping his orgasm.
Jaejoong whimpered. “M-master, please.”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to be tied up and denied orgasm?”
Jaejoong moaned, nodding frantically.
Yoochun grabbed Jaejoong’s bound arms and lifted him up, despite the other’s wine. Jaejoong’s wings closed around him. He let his erection slip between Jaejoong’s wet cheeks. With a shiver he leaned forward and kissed between his shoulders, dropping lower and then sliding his fangs into Jaejoong’s skin.
The hum of submission echoed around them, and Yoochun added his deep moan of authority. Their souls danced and their bodies joined, Yoochun wasn’t even sure how. Jaejoong moved back and forth, fucking himself on Yoochun’s cock as pleasure spiraled through them.
Yoochun drank faster, losing his control so that a trail of blood slipped down Jaejoong’s spine. It soaked into the shirt binding his hands and gathered and went further, curling around the curves of his tailbone and sliding between the cleft of his ass. The added wetness made them both moan and Yoochun stopped drinking, fangs still embedded.
He grabbed Jaejoong’s hips and yanked him forward and back, while thrusting forward as hard as he could. His orgasm ripped through him, coasted up through their link, stalling at the block Yoochun had on Jaejoong’s pleasure and then rushing back, out of him and into Jaejoong’s body. He shouted, low and gravely, and pumped himself dry, filling Jaejoong until blood and semen dripped out of him.
Jaejoong moaned, begging to come.
Yoochun gasped, inhaled the scent of his mate’s wings that enfolded him. With a shudder, Yoochun released the mental hold, and Jaejoong screamed, body clenching tight as he exploded through the pleasure and shot heavy white strands of come all over the bed.
Yoochun gasped again at the pulsating feel and started thrusting, slow and steady, his cock still hard and wanting.
“We need our own room,” a voice said to his left.
Yoochun blinked back red vision and tried to focus on Yunho and Junho. The image didn’t help cool his libido.
Yunho’s wrists were tied to the headboard, and he thrusting back, fucking himself on Junho’s cock. Junho’s fingers dug into Yunho’s ass, his gray-blue wings snapped from the desire in the room.
Yoochun met Junho’s amused gaze, smiling as it wavered between red and black.
“No,” Yoochun said. “There’s more fucking when there is inspiration.”
And with that inspiration as well as his mate’s never ending need, Yoochun fucked him until they both passed out.
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Yoochun woke up slowly to fingers running through his hair. He smiled, recognized his mate’s presence and pressed he face against his chest. Dreamless sleep. How long had it been since he hadn’t had nightmares?
Jaejoong filled their link with love and happiness.
“What time is it?” Yoochun asked, voice dry and scratchy from moaning.
“Almost dawn,” a voice not his voice replied.
Yoochun turned his head and saw Changmin propped up on the headboard. The tip of wings showed that Junsu was there, and Yoochun sat up. Junsu was on his knees, arms bound behind him. He was naked, gagged and blindfolded. His cock hung heavy away from his body. He wasn’t constricted, and already there was a pile of come on the floor and more spotted on his stomach. A clear trail of liquid dripped to the floor from the tip of his erection. Every so often, Changmin ran his fingers over his cheek, pulling a full body shiver from his captive mate.
“What did I miss?” Yoochun asked as Jaejoong rearranged and put his head in his lap. Yoochun stroked his hair.
“Not much. We haven’t received any communications from the news, military or president. The populace is divided on the subject, but now that it seems like the government isn’t in control as much as the populace thought they were, more people are speaking out. Avixiary Freedom is promising the use of their ‘safe houses’ and any money that we need.”
Jaejoong opened his mouth on a spot at Yoochun’s hip. Yoochun sighed, cock twitching, but doing little else. He was beyond sated.
I want more, Jaejoong whimpered. I watched Changmin tie Junsu up and fuck him and now I want more.
Insatiable.
Yunho and Junho were asleep on the other bed, and Yoochun was surprised they had clothes on.
“I’m going to try to rest,” Changmin said, eyes never leaving Junsu’s form. “I want you to go watch the monitors for me.”
“Awake during the day again,” Yoochun said and made a face. He waved away whatever smart comment Changmin was going to say. He cupped Jaejoong’s face and drew him up for a long kiss. “Let’s go take a shower, darling.”
They stood up and Yoochun reached down and ran his hands through Junsu’s sweaty hair. Junsu whimpered, arching into the touch and Changmin snapped at them both mentally. Junsu cowered and lowered his head, pressing his cheek to Changmin’s leg, whimpering in submission.
Yoochun laughed, slapped Junsu’s ass and said, “Have fun resting.”
Part 28: Flights of Flights
Part 26: Flights of Compromise
Part 25: Flights of Progress
Part 24: Flights of Revival
Part 23: Flights of Regrouping
Part 22: Flights of Retreat
Part 21: Flights of Relaxation | Part 20: Flights of Revenge | Part 19: Flights of Indecision | Part 18: Flights of Planning | Part 17: Flights of Feeding | An Interlude: Flights of HoHo | Part 16: Flights of Realization | Part 15: Flights of Distractions | Part 14: Flights of Battles | Part 13: Flights of Obstacles | Part 12: Flights of Uncertainty | Part 11: Flights of Understanding | Part 10: Flights of Control | Part 9: Flights of Discovery | Part 8: Flights of Recovery | Part 7: Flights of Abduction | Part 6: Flights of Passion | Part 5: Flights of Suspicion | Part 4: Flights of Change | Part 3: Flights of Freedom | Part 2: Flights of Desperation | Part 1: Flights of Possession
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Junho/Yunho (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu) Many SuJu pairings
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs.
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them from being secure and happy.
A/N: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 27: Flights of Demands
Jaejoong directed Yoochun to a room down the hall. They were sharing again with HoHo and MinSu, but considering the circumstances, Yoochun didn’t mind. Later, after he’d had a few hours of sleep, he’d take Jaejoong up to a tree to relax and stare at the stars.
HoHo lounged naked in one of the beds. Junho was on his stomach, gray wings spread over the bed. Yunho was propped up on an elbow, leaning down for a kiss. His chest was speckled with blood.
“Hey, guys,” Jaejoong said as Yoochun settled him in another bed.
Junho groaned. “Are you guys going to come in here and have dominating, lusty sex and turn me on again?”
Yoochun laughed. “Not right now. I’m too tired.”
“I’m not,” Jaejoong said with a pout.
“You slept all day.”
“Changmin didn’t even fucking care earlier that he and Junsu had an audience,” Junho said.
“I bet that was hot,” Jaejoong said.
“It was, but god, no more.”
“Wings still hurt?” Yoochun asked with concern.
Junho nodded. “Like a bitch.”
Yunho crooned at him and ran his hands on Junho’s sides, under his wings. Junho shivered and slid his fangs into Yunho’s neck for a drink.
Yoochun smiled as he pulled Jaejoong close. He could feel the lust running through his mate’s body. Teasing, he pushed his fingers past Jaejoong’s pants and scraped his nails over the bend in his hip. He shuddered and pouted at him. Yoochun laughed and buried his face in Jaejoong’s neck.
Let me sleep, my mate, and then you can have your way with me.
Jaejoong smiled down their link, he was probably smiling physically too, but Yoochun was already half asleep. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s skin and held him tighter.
Nightmare after nightmare plagued his sleep, but just as each one grew worse and terrifying, Jaejoong’s face was there, leading him away from it, leading away from a dark forest, a maze of hallways in an unknown building, rushing rapids of a river and falling, spiraling toward a fast approaching earth. He never woke up, but relaxed after each terrifying instance, only to pulled into another one, and then away, following his mate’s voice and love.
When Yoochun finally woke up, it wasn’t a sudden ripping from a nightmare, but a casual guiding from his mate. He opened his eyes and smiled at Jaejoong, pulling him down for a kiss.
Thank you, my love, Yoochun whispered.
You were dreaming of me disappearing again. I don’t like that.
Neither do I.
“You awake?” Yunho asked.
Yoochun turned his head to look at him. “Yeah. Sort of. I want to go back to sleep.”
“Such a weakling,” Yunho said with a grin. “We’ve been offered dinner.” He gestured toward the door where a young human stood. “This is Minho.”
Yoochun propped up on his elbows and smiled at the kid. He didn’t look much older than Jaejoong had the first time Yoochun had fed from him. “Hey, Minho. How’s your arm?”
Minho looked at the bandage on his upper arm; his transmitter hadn’t been too deep, and it had been easy to take out.
“It’s okay,” he replied. “Kinda stings when I think about it.”
“And you’re okay to donate some blood?”
“Yeah. Jinki said I had to rest, so I rested and now I’m fine.”
“Well, come here then.”
Minho moved across the room. The closer he got, the twitchier Jaejoong became. Jaejoong had only fed on one human before. Yoochun kept a loose hold on his actions as Minho climbed onto the bed.
“Dongwoon says that since we’re not familiar with you that we have to tell you what we like,” Minho said.
Yoochun nodded. “A good idea.”
Minho swallowed and his cheeks went slightly pink. “I like it from my neck.”
Jaejoong whined at the sudden spark of lust radiating from the human. Yoochun snapped at him and Jaejoong shrank back, half-red eyes on Minho.
“Sorry, Minho,” Yoochun said. “Jaejoong’s still learning.”
“It’s okay. Dongwoon warned me.” Minho kneeled at the end of the bed. “I’m pretty excited about … you know, the lack of control.” He gripped his legs with his hands and then shut his eyes.
Yoochun licked his lips. He smelled good.
A wave of possession filtered through the blood-lust of his mate.
Yoochun laughed and let Jaejoong move enough to kneel by Minho. The boy was shaking, but in anticipation and not fear. His growing cock tented his sweats. Yoochun let Jaejoong bite his neck, but kept a firm hold on every other action. Minho gasped, hips jerking forward. His knuckles turned white. Yoochun watched for a moment and then moved to his other side. He slid his fangs under Minho’s skin and swallowed an overflow of blood. The human’s heart pumped fast, his lust adding a spicy tint to the blood. His body quivered and his mouth opened in a quiet moan. Yoochun stopped drinking and touched his tongue to the boy’s neck, lightly, barely there, but with Jaejoong still drinking, it was enough and Minho came in his pants, body sagging between them.
Yoochun caught him, and ordered Jaejoong away as he lowered Minho to the bed. His skin was tinged gray, and Yoochun shook his head.
“You let us take too much,” Yoochun said.
Minho smiled, eyelids fluttering. “Not enough.” He moaned and rolled over.
“Fuck,” Yunho shouted suddenly, and Yoochun’s head jerked up.
Junho had Yunho pinned on his stomach, his cock slid in and out of Yunho’s body, his teeth were buried in the spot between Yunho’s wings.
That was enough for Yoochun to want his mate. He blinked as his eyes went red. The human first, human care first. Yoochun took a deep breath and carefully cradled Minho to him. He mentally called for Dongwoon, since he didn’t know who else to ask for. He carried Minho to the door, and opened it. Dongwoon was there a second later, taking him from his arms.
Dongwoon smiled down at him. “Silly human boy. Now no one else can feed from you for another day or two.”
Minho smiled. “So worth it.”
Dongwoon laughed.
Yoochun would have too, but his turned-on mate whimpered, and Yoochun slammed the door and spun, holding his mate still while he fought the red vision in his eyes.
As soon as he could see clearly and he wouldn’t completely lose control, he stalked toward his mate.
Jaejoong groveled on the bed, body flat, wings shuddering.
The grunting and moaning and whines from the other bed formed a perfect background to what Yoochun wanted and needed from his mate.
Part of Yoochun wanted Jaejoong to run. He needed a chase, but they’d have to wait until they had more room. The only thing he missed about the compound was getting to hunt, flying and diving and snagging Jaejoong up from a twist of bushes and taking him in the air, feeding from him while the wind and adrenaline pumped over his skin.
Yoochun climbed on the bed and let his wings unfurl. He kept hold of Jaejoong’s mind and crawled over him, facing the opposite direction. Yoochun pushed Jaejoong’s sweats off his ass and Jaejoong whimpered at the scrape of nails on his oversensitive skin.
Yoochun leaned down and licked at his crack.
Jaejoong keened and started begging down their link since he couldn’t actually talk.
With a warning growl, Yoochun lifted his leg and rolled off Jaejoong. He took his tank top off while ordering Jaejoong onto his knees. His mate went willingly, shivering in anticipation. Yoochun kept the hold on his mind light, just a firm command to hold still. He moved behind Jaejoong and used his shirt to tie his wrists and elbows. His wings spread automatically, searching for space to spread and fly. Yoochun pushed his hand between them and forced Jaejoong’s upper body to the bed.
Yoochun kneeled behind him. He gripped Jaejoong’s hips and shoved his legs apart. With one hand cupping Jaejoong’s balls and the other pulling his cheeks apart, Yoochun leaned down and licked up Jaejoong’s cleft.
Jaejoong’s body jerked with each teasing lick over his entrance. Yoochun lathered him up until spit dripped down his balls and inner thighs. He splayed his hands over Jaejoong’s ass, spreading him more, and then pressed his tongue to his twitching, puckered entrance.
His submate cried out, hips thrusting back. With a warning growl, Yoochun slapped his ass. A low whine of submission trailed over Yoochun’s skin as he continued to press his tongue deeper into Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong’s body tightened around his tongue with each staggered breath.
Yoochun added a finger, just a brush, over his entrance, swirling and teasing the rim while his tongue lapped at the sensitive spot just below it.
He felt his mate’s need coursing through their link, over and around, while his orgasm grew and threatened. Jaejoong’s wings shuddered, the feathers whispering his need also.
Yoochun pushed the finger inside him, going slow until he couldn’t go any further. The muscles clenched, staccato quick. Jaejoong mewled, back arching, wings spreading. His knees slipped on the bed and the sudden change forced Yoochun’s finger against his prostate.
Jaejoong cried out and lifted his ass, slammed down on that angle again and again.
Yoochun let him, smirking as his cries grew louder. He added a second finger and spread them, twisting and swirling. The new sensations stilled Jaejoong with another cry. Yoochun chuckled and added his tongue back to play, swirling around the fingers, spearing between them. He added a third to get his tongue deeper.
Jaejoong shivered and gasped. His body tightened up and their link soared with pleasure. And just before he came, Yoochun snapped control over him, stopping his orgasm.
Jaejoong whimpered. “M-master, please.”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to be tied up and denied orgasm?”
Jaejoong moaned, nodding frantically.
Yoochun grabbed Jaejoong’s bound arms and lifted him up, despite the other’s wine. Jaejoong’s wings closed around him. He let his erection slip between Jaejoong’s wet cheeks. With a shiver he leaned forward and kissed between his shoulders, dropping lower and then sliding his fangs into Jaejoong’s skin.
The hum of submission echoed around them, and Yoochun added his deep moan of authority. Their souls danced and their bodies joined, Yoochun wasn’t even sure how. Jaejoong moved back and forth, fucking himself on Yoochun’s cock as pleasure spiraled through them.
Yoochun drank faster, losing his control so that a trail of blood slipped down Jaejoong’s spine. It soaked into the shirt binding his hands and gathered and went further, curling around the curves of his tailbone and sliding between the cleft of his ass. The added wetness made them both moan and Yoochun stopped drinking, fangs still embedded.
He grabbed Jaejoong’s hips and yanked him forward and back, while thrusting forward as hard as he could. His orgasm ripped through him, coasted up through their link, stalling at the block Yoochun had on Jaejoong’s pleasure and then rushing back, out of him and into Jaejoong’s body. He shouted, low and gravely, and pumped himself dry, filling Jaejoong until blood and semen dripped out of him.
Jaejoong moaned, begging to come.
Yoochun gasped, inhaled the scent of his mate’s wings that enfolded him. With a shudder, Yoochun released the mental hold, and Jaejoong screamed, body clenching tight as he exploded through the pleasure and shot heavy white strands of come all over the bed.
Yoochun gasped again at the pulsating feel and started thrusting, slow and steady, his cock still hard and wanting.
“We need our own room,” a voice said to his left.
Yoochun blinked back red vision and tried to focus on Yunho and Junho. The image didn’t help cool his libido.
Yunho’s wrists were tied to the headboard, and he thrusting back, fucking himself on Junho’s cock. Junho’s fingers dug into Yunho’s ass, his gray-blue wings snapped from the desire in the room.
Yoochun met Junho’s amused gaze, smiling as it wavered between red and black.
“No,” Yoochun said. “There’s more fucking when there is inspiration.”
And with that inspiration as well as his mate’s never ending need, Yoochun fucked him until they both passed out.
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Yoochun woke up slowly to fingers running through his hair. He smiled, recognized his mate’s presence and pressed he face against his chest. Dreamless sleep. How long had it been since he hadn’t had nightmares?
Jaejoong filled their link with love and happiness.
“What time is it?” Yoochun asked, voice dry and scratchy from moaning.
“Almost dawn,” a voice not his voice replied.
Yoochun turned his head and saw Changmin propped up on the headboard. The tip of wings showed that Junsu was there, and Yoochun sat up. Junsu was on his knees, arms bound behind him. He was naked, gagged and blindfolded. His cock hung heavy away from his body. He wasn’t constricted, and already there was a pile of come on the floor and more spotted on his stomach. A clear trail of liquid dripped to the floor from the tip of his erection. Every so often, Changmin ran his fingers over his cheek, pulling a full body shiver from his captive mate.
“What did I miss?” Yoochun asked as Jaejoong rearranged and put his head in his lap. Yoochun stroked his hair.
“Not much. We haven’t received any communications from the news, military or president. The populace is divided on the subject, but now that it seems like the government isn’t in control as much as the populace thought they were, more people are speaking out. Avixiary Freedom is promising the use of their ‘safe houses’ and any money that we need.”
Jaejoong opened his mouth on a spot at Yoochun’s hip. Yoochun sighed, cock twitching, but doing little else. He was beyond sated.
I want more, Jaejoong whimpered. I watched Changmin tie Junsu up and fuck him and now I want more.
Insatiable.
Yunho and Junho were asleep on the other bed, and Yoochun was surprised they had clothes on.
“I’m going to try to rest,” Changmin said, eyes never leaving Junsu’s form. “I want you to go watch the monitors for me.”
“Awake during the day again,” Yoochun said and made a face. He waved away whatever smart comment Changmin was going to say. He cupped Jaejoong’s face and drew him up for a long kiss. “Let’s go take a shower, darling.”
They stood up and Yoochun reached down and ran his hands through Junsu’s sweaty hair. Junsu whimpered, arching into the touch and Changmin snapped at them both mentally. Junsu cowered and lowered his head, pressing his cheek to Changmin’s leg, whimpering in submission.
Yoochun laughed, slapped Junsu’s ass and said, “Have fun resting.”
Part 28: Flights of Flights
Part 26: Flights of Compromise
Part 25: Flights of Progress
Part 24: Flights of Revival
Part 23: Flights of Regrouping
Part 22: Flights of Retreat
Part 21: Flights of Relaxation | Part 20: Flights of Revenge | Part 19: Flights of Indecision | Part 18: Flights of Planning | Part 17: Flights of Feeding | An Interlude: Flights of HoHo | Part 16: Flights of Realization | Part 15: Flights of Distractions | Part 14: Flights of Battles | Part 13: Flights of Obstacles | Part 12: Flights of Uncertainty | Part 11: Flights of Understanding | Part 10: Flights of Control | Part 9: Flights of Discovery | Part 8: Flights of Recovery | Part 7: Flights of Abduction | Part 6: Flights of Passion | Part 5: Flights of Suspicion | Part 4: Flights of Change | Part 3: Flights of Freedom | Part 2: Flights of Desperation | Part 1: Flights of Possession