Almost Human
Title: Almost Human 1
Pairing: Heechul/Hero/Micky
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I had human pets, I would want them to be JaeChun too, but I don't. Turns out slavery is illegal and morally wrong. /eyeroll/
Summary: Demon Lord Heechul has a soft spot for his human pets.
Warning: minor bondage,
A/N: This fic is for chunsangel because, for my birthday, she drew the picture that inspired it.
Part 1:
Heechul stretched. The movement did two things: pushed the last vestiges of an erotic dream from his sleep and dislodged the pleasurable sucking that probably caused the erotic dream to begin with.
A whimper preceded his cock being swallowed again into a warm throat.
Heechul hummed in appreciation. "Such a good boy, Micky."
His human pet licked at the tip of his erection, and even with his eyes shut, he felt Micky smile. Heechul doubted the human understood a word he said, but he most definitely understood the tone of voice.
Heechul kept his eyes shut, soaking in the pleasure and warm glow from the sun through his bedroom curtains. He put one hand behind his head and trailed the other down his body, teasing a nipple briefly and then going lower. His hands easily found Micky's long hair, and he ran his fingers through the soft locks, scratching. Micky practically purred from the soft treatment, vibrations making Heechul shiver in return.
"Where is Hero?" Heechul mused, soft and breathy.
Hearing his name, his other human pet whimpered from across the room.
Heechul smiled, remembering that he'd left the beautiful human restrained. He turned and focused on the bound beauty. He was on his knees, bent over. A green gag stretched his lips wide. His arms were behind his back, bound at the wrists and elbows. His legs were bent, thighs secured to his ankles, forcing his legs wide. A rope snaked up his ass, spreading him open, a heavy knot rested inside his body. Red welts littered the back of his thighs and ass. The only reason he wasn’t on the floor was because of the rope wrapped around his upper body and threaded through a metal hook in the ceiling.
An echo of the lust rolling through them from the night before made Heechul’s dick pulse inside Micky’s throat. And then he moaned remembering how Micky had been blindfolded, sucking on Hero’s cock and swallowing orgasm after orgasm. Micky was such a slut for come.
"Go release him, darling Micky," Heechul said, waving his hand in Hero's general direction.
Micky released his dick with a slurp and a lick around the crown. His weight left the edge of the bed.
They were such good pets, well-trained and obedient. Heechul feared the day his two beauties grew old and weak. He opened his eyes, seeking reassurance again that his pets were real and not part of his dreams. Their voices whispered to each other in nothing more than gibberish. Heechul believed the theory that humans had their own language, even if demons couldn’t understand their noises, but he was one of few.
More demons would believe the theory if they had they been at the dealer’s when Heechul found his beautiful pets.
Only Micky appealed to him then, so many years ago, and he’d attached a leash to his collar and pulled him away. Micky had resisted so forcefully with whimpers that Heechul stopped. The human handler had his whip back, but Heechul stopped him and kneeled next to his new pet.
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”What’s the matter, Micky? Don’t you want a home?”
Micky’s eyes were so full of sadness that Heechul’s soul lurched. The human turned his head, whimpering at another human who lay, curled in on himself, body shaking. Pale skin stretched over the bumps of his spine. Black hair was cut unevenly against his scalp.
“What is this one’s name?” Heechul asked pointing to the frail looking human.
“Hero.”
The human’s head lifted, and Heechul tilted his head as he appraised his features. His eyes were too wide for his face, cheeks too round, skin so pale, but creamy over his shoulders and down his narrow chest. He was not beautiful like Micky was, but his looks were alluring, tempting and unusual.
Micky whimpered and tugged at the leash.
Heechul rubbed his head and said, “Is he your friend, Micky? Do you need to say goodbye?”
The handler snorted. “I can’t keep them away from each other.”
Heechul smiled as he loosened his hold on the leash and gestured toward Hero. Micky smiled and crawled to the other, pressing their cheeks together. “It isn’t unheard of for humans to form friendships with each other.”
“They barely have feelings.”
Heechul pursed his lips but did not reply. He watched the two beauties touch and smile at each other. Experimenting, Heechul tugged on the leash, yanking Micky back.
Micky whimpered. He lifted his gaze, eyes full of pleading, and Heechul’s soul melted. Hero touched his shoulder and Micky turned back to him, their foreheads pressed together. Their lips did not touch, but almost, and Heechul was hit with such a powerful vision of the two of them together that he had to step back and balance himself.
Micky cried, pressed a forbidden kiss to Hero’s cheek and crawled away, toward Heechul.
“I’ll take them both,” Heechul said before he could talk himself out of it.
The handler shrugged and hooked a leash to Hero’s collar. When he handed it to Heechul, Micky and Hero gasped, eyes expectant. Heechul rolled his eyes at their looks, tugged on the leashes and took them both home.
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Watching them now, he thanked Lucifer that he’d purchased both of them.
During Heechul’s trip to the past, Micky had removed the ropes binding Hero’s wrists and ankles and pulled the gag down so it hung around his neck. Their hands ran over each other in soft caresses, lips together in an even lighter kiss.
“My darlings,” Heechul said.
They broke apart, looking guilty as they crawled back to the bed. Hero rubbed his head on Heechul’s outstretched hand, and he took the silent plea and scratched Hero’s scalp. His beautiful pet smiled and turned his head to kiss Heechul’s palm.
Micky climbed up on the bed and resumed sucking Heechul’s cock.
Heechul moaned, eyes fluttering shut. He trailed his fingers down Hero’s face and neck, hooking them on his collar. “Kiss me, beautiful.”
Hero easily climbed onto the bed. Heechul directed him until he was straddling his waist. Lips touched his, and he moaned, rubbing his hands over Hero’s still-pale skin. Both of his pets had grown so much from the frail waifs they’d been when he purchased them. Muscles rippled over their bodies, strong and perfect from their training.
With hands on Hero’s hip, Heechul took a deep breath, opened up his soul and pulled at Hero’s essence. He fed enough from his pets the night before, but it was always so hard to resist taking more.
Hero whimpered, lips faltering in their kiss, and Heechul stopped.
“I’m sorry, Hero. You don’t have enough for that.”
Hero’s eyes stayed shut, and with a smile, Heechul reversed the transfer, pouring himself into his pet.
Hero whimpered, mouth open, panting. A second later, warmth splattered all over Heechul’s chest, and his pet fell to the side, twitching from the over-sensations of an soul-energy enduced orgasm. His eyes roll back and his body went limp.
Micky tilted his head, frowning at his friend.
“He’s okay,” Heechul said and reached for him. “Lick me clean.”
Micky stared at Hero for only a second longer and obeyed the command, crawling up Heechul’s body. They were so well trained. Heechul almost wished they were still young. He’d had so much fun disciplining them until they learned to obey. And now he tied them up and whipped them because they enjoyed it, not because they ever did anything wrong.
“Kiss me.”
Micky smiled eagerly and lurched forward, pressing come-covered lips to Heechul’s. He loved the taste of human come. Moaning, Heechul gripped Micky’s hips and lifted his body from the bed. Without breaking the kiss, Micky reached behind him, grabbed Heechul’s dick and sat on it, impaling himself swiftly.
Heechul moaned, thrusting up, quick and hard.
Hero gasped next to him.
Heechul turned his head, eyes opening and meeting the beautiful black eyes of his pet. He smiled and reached for him and even though he was exhausted and weak, Hero smiled and kissed him briefly. He tugged Hero close, hooking his arm around his neck. He did the same to Micky, pulling his pets as close as he could. Micky, the eager pet, kept riding him, while their lips and tongues touched in an openmouthed, three-way kiss.
Losing control is not something Heechul did. Ever.
Well, at least not in front of other demons, and his pets had no way to tell anyone what happened, nor did they know that Heechul was not supposed to do what he was about to do.
But Heechul couldn’t help it.
With lust clouding his thoughts and body, Heechul opened his soul; he pulled at their heartbeats, feeling the echo of them in his own chest, hovering for a moment in a space, and he wondered if this is what being human felt like. Could they feel their hearts thumping? Did their heads spin and their skin tingle? Did if feel like their chests expanded so much that their ribs ached and the soul cried out for more? Did they feel set to burst with a feeling so foreign and so obscure to the innate cruelty of a demon mind? The need to feel and touch and please and worship until they both knew how much Heechul needed them?
And then the feeling shattered, left him panting and breathless, back in his own heartless body, his soul strangely empty, even while he pumped his release into Micky’s pulsing channel.
Addicting, that moment was, right before release, when he was almost human.
“Fuck, you two,” Heechul muttered and peppered their faces with kisses.
They smiled and laughed and kissed him and each other. Heechul knew that he had meetings to go to and an overdue trip to the angel realm, but he figured that everything else could wait until after a long bath with his pets and a longer session chasing that elusive feeling while making his pets come again and again.
Part 2: In The Air
/giggles/ this fic is exactly 1666 words. I didn't mean to do that, but omg, so awesome.
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Pairing: Heechul/Hero/Micky
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I had human pets, I would want them to be JaeChun too, but I don't. Turns out slavery is illegal and morally wrong. /eyeroll/
Summary: Demon Lord Heechul has a soft spot for his human pets.
Warning: minor bondage,
A/N: This fic is for chunsangel because, for my birthday, she drew the picture that inspired it.
Part 1:
Heechul stretched. The movement did two things: pushed the last vestiges of an erotic dream from his sleep and dislodged the pleasurable sucking that probably caused the erotic dream to begin with.
A whimper preceded his cock being swallowed again into a warm throat.
Heechul hummed in appreciation. "Such a good boy, Micky."
His human pet licked at the tip of his erection, and even with his eyes shut, he felt Micky smile. Heechul doubted the human understood a word he said, but he most definitely understood the tone of voice.
Heechul kept his eyes shut, soaking in the pleasure and warm glow from the sun through his bedroom curtains. He put one hand behind his head and trailed the other down his body, teasing a nipple briefly and then going lower. His hands easily found Micky's long hair, and he ran his fingers through the soft locks, scratching. Micky practically purred from the soft treatment, vibrations making Heechul shiver in return.
"Where is Hero?" Heechul mused, soft and breathy.
Hearing his name, his other human pet whimpered from across the room.
Heechul smiled, remembering that he'd left the beautiful human restrained. He turned and focused on the bound beauty. He was on his knees, bent over. A green gag stretched his lips wide. His arms were behind his back, bound at the wrists and elbows. His legs were bent, thighs secured to his ankles, forcing his legs wide. A rope snaked up his ass, spreading him open, a heavy knot rested inside his body. Red welts littered the back of his thighs and ass. The only reason he wasn’t on the floor was because of the rope wrapped around his upper body and threaded through a metal hook in the ceiling.
An echo of the lust rolling through them from the night before made Heechul’s dick pulse inside Micky’s throat. And then he moaned remembering how Micky had been blindfolded, sucking on Hero’s cock and swallowing orgasm after orgasm. Micky was such a slut for come.
"Go release him, darling Micky," Heechul said, waving his hand in Hero's general direction.
Micky released his dick with a slurp and a lick around the crown. His weight left the edge of the bed.
They were such good pets, well-trained and obedient. Heechul feared the day his two beauties grew old and weak. He opened his eyes, seeking reassurance again that his pets were real and not part of his dreams. Their voices whispered to each other in nothing more than gibberish. Heechul believed the theory that humans had their own language, even if demons couldn’t understand their noises, but he was one of few.
More demons would believe the theory if they had they been at the dealer’s when Heechul found his beautiful pets.
Only Micky appealed to him then, so many years ago, and he’d attached a leash to his collar and pulled him away. Micky had resisted so forcefully with whimpers that Heechul stopped. The human handler had his whip back, but Heechul stopped him and kneeled next to his new pet.
↨↨↨↨↨↨
”What’s the matter, Micky? Don’t you want a home?”
Micky’s eyes were so full of sadness that Heechul’s soul lurched. The human turned his head, whimpering at another human who lay, curled in on himself, body shaking. Pale skin stretched over the bumps of his spine. Black hair was cut unevenly against his scalp.
“What is this one’s name?” Heechul asked pointing to the frail looking human.
“Hero.”
The human’s head lifted, and Heechul tilted his head as he appraised his features. His eyes were too wide for his face, cheeks too round, skin so pale, but creamy over his shoulders and down his narrow chest. He was not beautiful like Micky was, but his looks were alluring, tempting and unusual.
Micky whimpered and tugged at the leash.
Heechul rubbed his head and said, “Is he your friend, Micky? Do you need to say goodbye?”
The handler snorted. “I can’t keep them away from each other.”
Heechul smiled as he loosened his hold on the leash and gestured toward Hero. Micky smiled and crawled to the other, pressing their cheeks together. “It isn’t unheard of for humans to form friendships with each other.”
“They barely have feelings.”
Heechul pursed his lips but did not reply. He watched the two beauties touch and smile at each other. Experimenting, Heechul tugged on the leash, yanking Micky back.
Micky whimpered. He lifted his gaze, eyes full of pleading, and Heechul’s soul melted. Hero touched his shoulder and Micky turned back to him, their foreheads pressed together. Their lips did not touch, but almost, and Heechul was hit with such a powerful vision of the two of them together that he had to step back and balance himself.
Micky cried, pressed a forbidden kiss to Hero’s cheek and crawled away, toward Heechul.
“I’ll take them both,” Heechul said before he could talk himself out of it.
The handler shrugged and hooked a leash to Hero’s collar. When he handed it to Heechul, Micky and Hero gasped, eyes expectant. Heechul rolled his eyes at their looks, tugged on the leashes and took them both home.
↨↨↨↨↨↨
Watching them now, he thanked Lucifer that he’d purchased both of them.
During Heechul’s trip to the past, Micky had removed the ropes binding Hero’s wrists and ankles and pulled the gag down so it hung around his neck. Their hands ran over each other in soft caresses, lips together in an even lighter kiss.
“My darlings,” Heechul said.
They broke apart, looking guilty as they crawled back to the bed. Hero rubbed his head on Heechul’s outstretched hand, and he took the silent plea and scratched Hero’s scalp. His beautiful pet smiled and turned his head to kiss Heechul’s palm.
Micky climbed up on the bed and resumed sucking Heechul’s cock.
Heechul moaned, eyes fluttering shut. He trailed his fingers down Hero’s face and neck, hooking them on his collar. “Kiss me, beautiful.”
Hero easily climbed onto the bed. Heechul directed him until he was straddling his waist. Lips touched his, and he moaned, rubbing his hands over Hero’s still-pale skin. Both of his pets had grown so much from the frail waifs they’d been when he purchased them. Muscles rippled over their bodies, strong and perfect from their training.
With hands on Hero’s hip, Heechul took a deep breath, opened up his soul and pulled at Hero’s essence. He fed enough from his pets the night before, but it was always so hard to resist taking more.
Hero whimpered, lips faltering in their kiss, and Heechul stopped.
“I’m sorry, Hero. You don’t have enough for that.”
Hero’s eyes stayed shut, and with a smile, Heechul reversed the transfer, pouring himself into his pet.
Hero whimpered, mouth open, panting. A second later, warmth splattered all over Heechul’s chest, and his pet fell to the side, twitching from the over-sensations of an soul-energy enduced orgasm. His eyes roll back and his body went limp.
Micky tilted his head, frowning at his friend.
“He’s okay,” Heechul said and reached for him. “Lick me clean.”
Micky stared at Hero for only a second longer and obeyed the command, crawling up Heechul’s body. They were so well trained. Heechul almost wished they were still young. He’d had so much fun disciplining them until they learned to obey. And now he tied them up and whipped them because they enjoyed it, not because they ever did anything wrong.
“Kiss me.”
Micky smiled eagerly and lurched forward, pressing come-covered lips to Heechul’s. He loved the taste of human come. Moaning, Heechul gripped Micky’s hips and lifted his body from the bed. Without breaking the kiss, Micky reached behind him, grabbed Heechul’s dick and sat on it, impaling himself swiftly.
Heechul moaned, thrusting up, quick and hard.
Hero gasped next to him.
Heechul turned his head, eyes opening and meeting the beautiful black eyes of his pet. He smiled and reached for him and even though he was exhausted and weak, Hero smiled and kissed him briefly. He tugged Hero close, hooking his arm around his neck. He did the same to Micky, pulling his pets as close as he could. Micky, the eager pet, kept riding him, while their lips and tongues touched in an openmouthed, three-way kiss.
Losing control is not something Heechul did. Ever.
Well, at least not in front of other demons, and his pets had no way to tell anyone what happened, nor did they know that Heechul was not supposed to do what he was about to do.
But Heechul couldn’t help it.
With lust clouding his thoughts and body, Heechul opened his soul; he pulled at their heartbeats, feeling the echo of them in his own chest, hovering for a moment in a space, and he wondered if this is what being human felt like. Could they feel their hearts thumping? Did their heads spin and their skin tingle? Did if feel like their chests expanded so much that their ribs ached and the soul cried out for more? Did they feel set to burst with a feeling so foreign and so obscure to the innate cruelty of a demon mind? The need to feel and touch and please and worship until they both knew how much Heechul needed them?
And then the feeling shattered, left him panting and breathless, back in his own heartless body, his soul strangely empty, even while he pumped his release into Micky’s pulsing channel.
Addicting, that moment was, right before release, when he was almost human.
“Fuck, you two,” Heechul muttered and peppered their faces with kisses.
They smiled and laughed and kissed him and each other. Heechul knew that he had meetings to go to and an overdue trip to the angel realm, but he figured that everything else could wait until after a long bath with his pets and a longer session chasing that elusive feeling while making his pets come again and again.
Part 2: In The Air
/giggles/ this fic is exactly 1666 words. I didn't mean to do that, but omg, so awesome.
.