At Your Service 3/3
Title: At Your Service 3/3
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to claim, but god, I wish I was theirs to claim.
Summary: It was inevitable, sure, but Changmin liked his privacy. He liked doing things himself. A personal servant was only going to complicate things.
Warnings: slightly underage smut: Changmin is 19, Yoochun is 15.
Part 3:
A routine settled between them. Day by day, Yoochun grew more open and smiled more and laughed more. Changmin’s heart swelled and his mouth split into a smile whenever he saw Yoochun, or whenever Yoochun doted on him, worried and clacking around like a wife.
Changmin knew it was part of the duties of his servant, but Changmin also hoped that it meant more. That Yoochun liked being with him.
Because when Changmin thought of his days without Yoochun, his heart clenched with sadness. And when he thought of the coming days with Yoochun, he was inexplicably happy.
When the troops saddled up and prepared for their trip to patrol their borders, Changmin was proud that Yoochun rode next to him. Yoochun never complained, nor grumbled, nor glared when orders changed or when they traveled through the night. The only time he looked like he was about to open his mouth in front of others was when Changmin received his first orders to join the front ranks for a skirmish between rebels.
Changmin didn’t have time to say goodbye to him, just met his eyes across the camp, waved and then spun his horse around to fulfill his duty as the General’s son. The image of Yoochun’s smile and the feel of his arms around Changmin kept him cautious, in control. If he wanted to see Yoochun again, he’d have to survive. He fought on automatic, spinning away from swords and swinging his own. The maneuvers taught to him by the sword master fell in series after series, almost unconsciously.
The call to halt surprised Changmin and he yanked his sword from the shoulder of one of the attackers.
The man fell, gasping and one of Changmin’s comrades ran him through to finish him off.
When Changmin had a chance to look around, he had to push his sword in the ground to keep himself upright. He had no idea how many of the bodies strewn on the field had fallen under his sword.
“Shake it off, Changmin-shi,” Lieutenant Jung said. “You fought very well.”
Changmin swallowed bile in his throat and nodded. It didn’t help, and he turned and emptied his stomach anyway. He’d seen plenty of death, but he had never been the cause of it.
A hand touched his shoulder and then hefted him to his feet. Changmin swayed.
“Your guilt is a good thing, young man,” the Lieutenant continued. “It is always sad when someone dies, and painful when you take a life. Yes, it will get easier, but as long as you don’t forget this compassion, then you will be a great warrior and leader.”
Changmin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He nodded. “I understand.”
“Good. Now, let’s get you back to that servant of yours before the poor boy dies from worry.”
Changmin frowned at him, but let himself be lead to his horse. What did that mean? He thought that he and Yoochun had done well hiding their affection for each other. Had they touched too much, or been caught stealing a kiss? He didn’t think so.
“I’ve never seen a servant so devoted before,” Lieutenant Jung continued.
Changmin looked up. “Huh?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know what it is about him. But I can tell he’s more than loyal. Many servants resent their position, and do only what is necessary to please their lords. Young Yoochun is different.”
Changmin thought about that all the way back to their camp. As soon as they arrived, Changmin’s eyes found Yoochun, and the boy wrung his hands, shifting foot to foot, waiting, because it wasn’t his place to rush into Changmin’s arms.
Changmin smiled and waved at him to show him he was okay, and then the Captain wanted their report, and Changmin stood at attention and listened to the others praise his tactics and formations and his cunningness and observation.
The Captain accepted their report, ordered the men who fought to eat and rest and sent another smaller group to quell any other uprisings.
Changmin saluted, bowed and moved away from the gaggle of men trying to congratulate him. Finally, Lieutenant Jung pulled Changmin away from them and pushed him toward Yoochun.
“Go on and rest. You need it. We’re leaving at first light.”
Changmin nodded his thanks and bowed to his sunbaes.
Finally, finally, finally, he went to Yoochun, and saw the barely constrained need to hold him, touch him, kiss him. Changmin felt it himself.
Yoochun held open the flap of their tent and Changmin ducked under it, letting his fingers trail on Yoochun’s arms. There was a small fire burning in the middle of the tent, the smoke rising up and through a hole in the top. At the far side was their bed of blankets, and then closer a tray full of food and water.
The bed was the most tempting, but Changmin wanted to wait until he was out of his blood-splattered clothes.
Yoochun shut the flap, encasing them in only the dim light from the fire. He removed Changmin’s sword first, laying it gently on the ground. Changmin smiled and grabbed his hands and brought them to his mouth to kiss his fingers.
Yoochun smiled and then blinked tears from his eyes. Changmin reached to wipe them away and saw the dried blood on his hands and stopped, not wanting to taint this beauty with the dirtier parts of war.
Yoochun understood and grabbed his armor. Between the two of them, they took off the lightweight metal and the thick leather hide underneath it. Changmin’s ribs ached where a man with a staff had slammed into him. His clothes fell next, leaving him naked and almost cold, bare under Yoochun’s gaze.
Yoochun took his hand and pulled him toward the fire and then pointed to the ground. Changmin kneeled on a blanket. Yoochun had filled a pot with water, and he used that warm water and a wash cloth to wipe Changmin’s skin. His soft hands ran up and down Changmin’s back and chest, making Changmin’s breath speed up and his cock twitch. Yoochun squeezed the cloth and water ran in rivulets down Changmin’s broad chest, between his muscles and over nipples.
Changmin suddenly stopped his hands, pulled their bodies together and kissed Yoochun roughly.
Yoochun gasped, hands gripping Changmin’s shoulders and then he relaxed, going limp and Changmin laid him on the ground, straddling him. Their lips met and Yoochun gasped again, though this time it sounded like “Bed, bed, bed’.
Changmin nodded, and let Yoochun up.
With a firm nod, he moved away and then said, “Eat first.”
“I don’t want to eat,” Changmin said, remembering the dead bodies and throwing up.
“You need to settle your stomach, and you haven’t eaten since before the sun rose.”
Changmin acquiesced. “Just some bread and water. Okay?”
Yoochun nodded.
Changmin went to the bed and laid down, arm above his head. Yoochun sat the tray next to him and then picked up the bread, he broke it in chunks and fed Changmin little pieces. It tasted like sandpaper, but Changmin ate it to make Yoochun feel better.
“Changmin-hyung?”
“Yes?”
“Was it awful?”
Changmin scowled, not opening his eyes. After a long moment he said yes. Yoochun sighed and curled up with Changmin, pulling a blanket over their bodies. Changmin held him tightly and let himself cry.
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Changmin wasn’t sure if he’d ever sleep again. Memories of the battle swarmed in his brain during the day and twisted into nightmares during the night. He was irritable and jumpy from the lack of sleep, and more than once snapped at a poor soul who didn’t deserve it.
After three days, Changmin gave up and lay in his bed, staring at his ceiling. Yoochun had risen a couple hours before him, but Changmin had told him not to prepare breakfast, or coffee or anything.
He had thought he wanted to be alone, but lying in bed without Yoochun next to him wasn’t helping at all. He missed Yoochun’s presence.
With a sigh, Changmin sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his face in his hands.
“Changmin-hyung?”
Changmin looked up and smiled and held out his hand and Yoochun walked across the room and into his arms. Changmin gripped his shirt and buried his face in Yoochun’s stomach. Yoochun hugged him, and played with his hair.
“Chunnie-ah.”
Yoochun lightly tugged on Changmin’s hair and pulled his face away. He smiled, kissed Changmin and said, “I have a bath ready for you.”
Changmin smiled. “For me, or for us?”
“For us.”
“Good.”
Yoochun unlaced his tunic, fingers soft on the skin of his neck and shoulders. Changmin lifted his arms and Yoochun pulled it over his head. Changmin pressed his hands to Yoochun’s stomach, under his shirt and lifted it. Distracted by pert nipples, the shirt caught under his arms. Changmin closed his mouth around a nub and sucked lightly.
Yoochun sighed, fingers tangling in Changmin’s hair. “You need a hair cut.”
“So do you.”
“You like my hair long, so no, I don’t.”
Changmin smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss on his breastbone. He moved the fastenings on Yoochun’s pants and kissed lower and lower on his stomach, fingers searching for skin. The pants fell to the ground with a hiss. They hadn’t been together since before they left and Changmin’s need was deep and sudden.
“T-the water is get-getting cold.”
Changmin twisted his body, pushing Yoochun to the bed, and crawled over him, knees at the edge of the bed. Their lips met and Changmin deepened the kiss.
“What water?” Changmin whispered, lips dragging down his jaw
Yoochun arched his body, moaning low in his throat. “S-such a waste of … my work.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” Changmin replied.
Yoochun smiled. He shifted up on the bed, using the same movement to pull his shirt off. Changmin watched, smiling, and then stood up. He let his breeches slither to the floor. He stepped out of them, and went to his dresser for their sandalwood oil.
“Changmin-hyung?”
“Huh?”
Changmin turned around and froze.
Yoochun’s legs were spread lightly, balls already tight. His long hair fanned out around his head. His eyes were shut, teeth biting his lower lip. A finger ran around his own nipple, pinching and then teasing.
When Changmin said nothing, Yoochun opened his eyes, flushing from the intense gaze on Changmin’s face. His hand trailed down his skin, tracing the sensitive spots just below his ribs. His stomach jerked inwards and his cock twitched. Changmin licked his lips.
“Hyung.”
Changmin met his gaze. “Huh?”
Yoochun licked his lips, opened his mouth to say something and then shut it, and his eyes. A single finger ran around his belly button, and then the rest of his fingers caressed his hip bone, lower and lower.
“Do you enjoy teasing yourself?” Changmin asked as his feet finally remembered how to move. He crawled onto the bed and added his fingers, wrapping them around and over where Yoochun was touching.
Yoochun smiled briefly, and then Changmin wrapped his fingers lightly around Yoochun’s erection, and his mouth opened in pleasurable moan.
“H-hyung, oh god, hyung.”
Changmin lowered his mouth and kissed just below Yoochun’s ribs. “Should I tease you, too, since you seem to love it so much?”
“Oh, hyung, please, I … I … please don’t tease.”
Changmin chuckled. “Okay, I won’t. What do you want, Chunnie-ah?”
Yoochun grabbed Changmin’s wrist and pulled his hand away, blushing at the frown on Changmin’s face. He lifted his arm and Changmin followed the lead, putting his hands on the bed on either side of Yoochun’s head. He adjusted his body, pressed his hips to Yoochun’s and rolled his hips down.
Yoochun moaned, throwing his arms around Changmin’s neck. Their lips met and Changmin pulled their bodies together, thrusting lightly.
“H-hyung?” Yoochun whispered, as soon as Changmin gave him a chance.
“Yes, dongsaeng?” he asked, muffled because he was chewing on Yoochun’s pouty lower lip.
“Do you love me yet?”
Changmin froze and pulled away from Yoochun’s mouth. He said nothing, staring at Yoochun, until the boy looked away.
“I-You-you …. I asked before … if … this is part of my job, and … “
Changmin put his hand over Yoochun’s mouth. “Are you lying here, under me and asking me to pleasure you because it’s part of your job or because you want to be under me and you want me to tease you and drag out your release until you can’t think straight?”
“It’s never been about the job. Never. I … “
Changmin frowned and sat up, straddling Yoochun’s stomach. He crossed his arms. “How is that possible, when I just met you?”
“Just because I hadn’t met you doesn’t mean I didn’t watch you. I’ve been following you since I was told I was going to be your servant.” Yoochun pressed his hands to Changmin’s abs. “I’m not going to run away from you no matter how you feel.”
Changmin took his wrists and brought Yoochun’s fingers up to his mouth to kiss them. “I’m not sure how I feel,” he said, “but I’m starting to realize that you’ll always be a constant in my life. No matter what else happens.”
Yoochun smiled. “I will be.” He tugged on his hands again and Changmin fell over him, pinning his hands above his bed. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Changmin licked and chewed on Yoochun’s pouty lower lip, teasing his tongue into a proper kiss only moments later. An ache in his heart curled around the desperate need to taste Yoochun as deeply as he could.
“H-hyung, please.”
Changmin grinned and pushed up, kneeling between Yoochun’s spread legs. “Okay, okay. Impatient.”
Yoochun smiled and pulled his legs up, gripping behind his knees. Changmin ran his hands down the back of his thighs to his ass. Yoochun shivered, breath stuttering out of him. Changmin squeezed just once, fingertips around the curves, and then picked up the oil from the bed. He poured some directly on his fingers and Yoochun’s body.
The first finger slipped into Yoochun easily, and Yoochun moaned, hips lifting. Changmin gripped his dick with his other hand, and Yoochun cried out, muscles clenching.
Changmin laughed and added a second finger, and the muscles tightened. Yoochun hissed and then relaxed with a moan. With a smile, Changmin kissed up his body, twisting and pumping his fingers slowly. Yoochun’s eyes opened blearily and he tried to smile just before their lips met.
Changmin kissed him through the uncomfortable preparation. His own cock throbbed and dripped precome to Yoochun’s hip.
“Oh hyung that feels good.”
Changmin smiled and whispered, “You like it?’
“Yes, it’s … it’s … intense.”
Changmin slowly removed his fingers despite Yoochun’s protest. “Just a second.” He sat back on his feet and pulled Yoochun until his legs were around Changmin’s waist and his ass was on his thighs, hips curled. Changmin licked his lips and pushed his fingers back inside.
Yoochun moaned and curled his hips. The tip of his erection rubbed against his belly. Changmin took his other hand and gripped it loosely, stroking slow and even while he continued to spread and stretch Yoochun’s body. Yoochun’s hands stretched above his head, muscles taut and quivering. His fingers turned white from the grip on the blanket.
“Oh, oh, please, just … just …”
Changmin smirked and pumped his fingers a little faster. Yoochun’s cock twitched in his hand, and his hips rose off Changmin’s legs, everything tightening. His eyes squeezed shut, mouth open. His cock pulsed again, and a single cry tore from his throat before his body shuddered, and come splattered onto his chest and stomach in white puddles. He collapsed to the bed, chest heaving with deep breaths. His channel pulsed around Changmin’s fingers violently.
Changmin grinned and stroked Yoochun, tightening his hand to release the last bit of his come. And then he gripped himself with his come-covered hand. He swiped the head of his dick up and over Yoochun’s twitching entrance, shivering at the pleasure that jerked through his body. He could come like this again, and he had, but he wanted to feel how tight Yoochun was around his dick.
“Yoochun-ah?”
“Huh?” Yoochun’s fingers slid down his body, through his come and into his stretched entrance.
Changmin’s mind went blank. “Oh fuck. I really really want to have sex with you.”
Yoochun’s lips curved in a grin, fingers swirling through the wet mess. “Okay.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
Yoochun wrapped his hand around Changmin’s erection and stroked him. “I know.”
Changmin gripped behind Yoochun’s thighs, shuddering from the sensitive skin being manipulated by Yoochun’s hand. His orgasm was rolling through him, stomach tightening. Roughly, he batted Yoochun’s hand away. He growled when the boy laughed, and held his dick down, the head against his entrance. He pushed lightly, fighting the urge to slam into him.
Yoochun hissed, tightened up and his eyes squeezed shut.
Changmin’s eyes blurred at the tight grip around the head, and with a little more pressure, he slid inside Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun cried out just once, and they both froze. Changmin panted, leaned over his body and licked at his lips, whispering at him to relax, but his body stayed tense, pulsating around Changmin’s cock, and Changmin lost control, jerked his hips forward and back, forcing Yoochun to bend in half. Yoochun cried out with every thrust, punctuated by their bodies slapping together.
In no time, Changmin’s orgasm ripped through him. Suddenly and roughly. He stopped, body controlled by his pleasure and pumped his release into Yoochun’s spasming channel. The fog around his head and eyes took its sweat time clearing, and he moaned as his sensitive dick was pumped from the spasms of Yoochun’s body. He stayed inside him, never wanting to leave, and propped up on a hand. He pushed sweaty hair off Yoochun’s forehead and kissed his skin.
“You okay?”
“Hurts.”
“Yeah.”
“But yeah. Okay. It’s … okay.”
Changmin smiled and peppered his face with tiny kisses until Yoochun smiled and pushed him away.
“Bath now?” Changmin whispered.
Yoochun nodded.
“I don’t want to ever leave your body,” Changmin whispered, moving his hips slightly.
But Yoochun’s face scrunched in pain, and Changmin stopped. “Give me a few times and I’m sure I’ll feel the same.”
Changmin smiled and very carefully pulled out. Come and lube dripped out of his hole and Changmin licked his lips, fingers quick to catch it and bring it up to his mouth.
Yoochun cursed beautifully and grabbed behind Changmin’s neck and yanked himself up to help him lick his fingers clean.
With a laugh, Changmin wrapped his arms around the love of his life and on slightly unsteady legs, carried him into the bathroom. The water in the tub was warm, but not hot enough. He gently settled Yoochun against the metal edge and then moved to the fire where the heated buckets waited.
“Hyung, I’m supposed-“
Changmin shut him up with a look, and continued the task. He added three buckets of steaming water before climbing in with Yoochun. Water sloshed over the side while they readjusted, back to chest, and Changmin’s arms wrapped around Yoochun’s stomach, fingertips playing with his cock and teasing the curves of his hips and thighs.
As they lay in comfortable silence, Changmin wondered again what Yoochun’s place in his life was supposed to be. They were supposed to be together forever, through everything. Yoochun would come on all of his assignments, be part of battles and be there fighting with and helping Changmin after battles. Yoochun was one of the few people who would be present at his wedding ceremony, and also his wedding night, making sure everything was organized when he would be a newlywed. What would happen during that night? And would Changmin find a woman to love as much as he loved Yoochun? Did he have to love his future wife? Or would she be someone who their fathers considered a good match for him?
Maybe he wasn’t supposed to love his wife. He thought about his parents and they definitely cared for one another, but he’d never heard his father say that he loved his mother. And then Changmin thought of the way his father looked at his servant. How did his father feel about Woohyuk? He wasn’t sure he could think of a way to ask his father without his father demanding to know of his relationship with Yoochun though, but he liked to think that the few caring glances between them showed more than just friendship. More than just master/servant.
Yoochun shifted in his lap, tilting his head back to press a kiss to Changmin’s jaw.
And Changmin decided he didn’t really care what kind of relationship he was supposed to have with Yoochun. He had no idea how he was supposed to treat him like a friend but not a servant without being his friend, and now, they were more than friends. Changmin was doing what he wanted. He hoped that Yoochun would always be happy with him.
“Yoochun-ah?”
Yoochun hummed to show he was listening.
Changmin buried his face into Yoochun’s neck and kissed his skin. “I want you to know that I am as much your servant as you are mine.”
Yoochun turned his head and looked at him in question.
Changmin smiled and pressed a kiss to the confused pout before continuing. “I want you to be happy. And I will do anything to make you happy. I’m here, at your service, for whatever you want, whatever you need, for as long as you want me.”
Yoochun smiled and turned around in his hold, entwining his arms around Changmin’s neck.
“I’m pretty sure I love you. No, let me …” Changmin took a deep breath. “I do love you. Thank you so much for always supporting me.”
“I always will.”
“I know.”
“But not because it’s my job.”
“I know.”
“Because I love you.”
“I know.”
Yoochun pouted and Changmin laughed and stole whatever irritated comment Yoochun had with another kiss. Yoochun’s protest changed into a moan and they didn’t leave the tub until long after the water grew cold.
Part 2: Closely Connected
Part 1: Getting Acquainted
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to claim, but god, I wish I was theirs to claim.
Summary: It was inevitable, sure, but Changmin liked his privacy. He liked doing things himself. A personal servant was only going to complicate things.
Warnings: slightly underage smut: Changmin is 19, Yoochun is 15.
Part 3:
A routine settled between them. Day by day, Yoochun grew more open and smiled more and laughed more. Changmin’s heart swelled and his mouth split into a smile whenever he saw Yoochun, or whenever Yoochun doted on him, worried and clacking around like a wife.
Changmin knew it was part of the duties of his servant, but Changmin also hoped that it meant more. That Yoochun liked being with him.
Because when Changmin thought of his days without Yoochun, his heart clenched with sadness. And when he thought of the coming days with Yoochun, he was inexplicably happy.
When the troops saddled up and prepared for their trip to patrol their borders, Changmin was proud that Yoochun rode next to him. Yoochun never complained, nor grumbled, nor glared when orders changed or when they traveled through the night. The only time he looked like he was about to open his mouth in front of others was when Changmin received his first orders to join the front ranks for a skirmish between rebels.
Changmin didn’t have time to say goodbye to him, just met his eyes across the camp, waved and then spun his horse around to fulfill his duty as the General’s son. The image of Yoochun’s smile and the feel of his arms around Changmin kept him cautious, in control. If he wanted to see Yoochun again, he’d have to survive. He fought on automatic, spinning away from swords and swinging his own. The maneuvers taught to him by the sword master fell in series after series, almost unconsciously.
The call to halt surprised Changmin and he yanked his sword from the shoulder of one of the attackers.
The man fell, gasping and one of Changmin’s comrades ran him through to finish him off.
When Changmin had a chance to look around, he had to push his sword in the ground to keep himself upright. He had no idea how many of the bodies strewn on the field had fallen under his sword.
“Shake it off, Changmin-shi,” Lieutenant Jung said. “You fought very well.”
Changmin swallowed bile in his throat and nodded. It didn’t help, and he turned and emptied his stomach anyway. He’d seen plenty of death, but he had never been the cause of it.
A hand touched his shoulder and then hefted him to his feet. Changmin swayed.
“Your guilt is a good thing, young man,” the Lieutenant continued. “It is always sad when someone dies, and painful when you take a life. Yes, it will get easier, but as long as you don’t forget this compassion, then you will be a great warrior and leader.”
Changmin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He nodded. “I understand.”
“Good. Now, let’s get you back to that servant of yours before the poor boy dies from worry.”
Changmin frowned at him, but let himself be lead to his horse. What did that mean? He thought that he and Yoochun had done well hiding their affection for each other. Had they touched too much, or been caught stealing a kiss? He didn’t think so.
“I’ve never seen a servant so devoted before,” Lieutenant Jung continued.
Changmin looked up. “Huh?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know what it is about him. But I can tell he’s more than loyal. Many servants resent their position, and do only what is necessary to please their lords. Young Yoochun is different.”
Changmin thought about that all the way back to their camp. As soon as they arrived, Changmin’s eyes found Yoochun, and the boy wrung his hands, shifting foot to foot, waiting, because it wasn’t his place to rush into Changmin’s arms.
Changmin smiled and waved at him to show him he was okay, and then the Captain wanted their report, and Changmin stood at attention and listened to the others praise his tactics and formations and his cunningness and observation.
The Captain accepted their report, ordered the men who fought to eat and rest and sent another smaller group to quell any other uprisings.
Changmin saluted, bowed and moved away from the gaggle of men trying to congratulate him. Finally, Lieutenant Jung pulled Changmin away from them and pushed him toward Yoochun.
“Go on and rest. You need it. We’re leaving at first light.”
Changmin nodded his thanks and bowed to his sunbaes.
Finally, finally, finally, he went to Yoochun, and saw the barely constrained need to hold him, touch him, kiss him. Changmin felt it himself.
Yoochun held open the flap of their tent and Changmin ducked under it, letting his fingers trail on Yoochun’s arms. There was a small fire burning in the middle of the tent, the smoke rising up and through a hole in the top. At the far side was their bed of blankets, and then closer a tray full of food and water.
The bed was the most tempting, but Changmin wanted to wait until he was out of his blood-splattered clothes.
Yoochun shut the flap, encasing them in only the dim light from the fire. He removed Changmin’s sword first, laying it gently on the ground. Changmin smiled and grabbed his hands and brought them to his mouth to kiss his fingers.
Yoochun smiled and then blinked tears from his eyes. Changmin reached to wipe them away and saw the dried blood on his hands and stopped, not wanting to taint this beauty with the dirtier parts of war.
Yoochun understood and grabbed his armor. Between the two of them, they took off the lightweight metal and the thick leather hide underneath it. Changmin’s ribs ached where a man with a staff had slammed into him. His clothes fell next, leaving him naked and almost cold, bare under Yoochun’s gaze.
Yoochun took his hand and pulled him toward the fire and then pointed to the ground. Changmin kneeled on a blanket. Yoochun had filled a pot with water, and he used that warm water and a wash cloth to wipe Changmin’s skin. His soft hands ran up and down Changmin’s back and chest, making Changmin’s breath speed up and his cock twitch. Yoochun squeezed the cloth and water ran in rivulets down Changmin’s broad chest, between his muscles and over nipples.
Changmin suddenly stopped his hands, pulled their bodies together and kissed Yoochun roughly.
Yoochun gasped, hands gripping Changmin’s shoulders and then he relaxed, going limp and Changmin laid him on the ground, straddling him. Their lips met and Yoochun gasped again, though this time it sounded like “Bed, bed, bed’.
Changmin nodded, and let Yoochun up.
With a firm nod, he moved away and then said, “Eat first.”
“I don’t want to eat,” Changmin said, remembering the dead bodies and throwing up.
“You need to settle your stomach, and you haven’t eaten since before the sun rose.”
Changmin acquiesced. “Just some bread and water. Okay?”
Yoochun nodded.
Changmin went to the bed and laid down, arm above his head. Yoochun sat the tray next to him and then picked up the bread, he broke it in chunks and fed Changmin little pieces. It tasted like sandpaper, but Changmin ate it to make Yoochun feel better.
“Changmin-hyung?”
“Yes?”
“Was it awful?”
Changmin scowled, not opening his eyes. After a long moment he said yes. Yoochun sighed and curled up with Changmin, pulling a blanket over their bodies. Changmin held him tightly and let himself cry.
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Changmin wasn’t sure if he’d ever sleep again. Memories of the battle swarmed in his brain during the day and twisted into nightmares during the night. He was irritable and jumpy from the lack of sleep, and more than once snapped at a poor soul who didn’t deserve it.
After three days, Changmin gave up and lay in his bed, staring at his ceiling. Yoochun had risen a couple hours before him, but Changmin had told him not to prepare breakfast, or coffee or anything.
He had thought he wanted to be alone, but lying in bed without Yoochun next to him wasn’t helping at all. He missed Yoochun’s presence.
With a sigh, Changmin sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his face in his hands.
“Changmin-hyung?”
Changmin looked up and smiled and held out his hand and Yoochun walked across the room and into his arms. Changmin gripped his shirt and buried his face in Yoochun’s stomach. Yoochun hugged him, and played with his hair.
“Chunnie-ah.”
Yoochun lightly tugged on Changmin’s hair and pulled his face away. He smiled, kissed Changmin and said, “I have a bath ready for you.”
Changmin smiled. “For me, or for us?”
“For us.”
“Good.”
Yoochun unlaced his tunic, fingers soft on the skin of his neck and shoulders. Changmin lifted his arms and Yoochun pulled it over his head. Changmin pressed his hands to Yoochun’s stomach, under his shirt and lifted it. Distracted by pert nipples, the shirt caught under his arms. Changmin closed his mouth around a nub and sucked lightly.
Yoochun sighed, fingers tangling in Changmin’s hair. “You need a hair cut.”
“So do you.”
“You like my hair long, so no, I don’t.”
Changmin smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss on his breastbone. He moved the fastenings on Yoochun’s pants and kissed lower and lower on his stomach, fingers searching for skin. The pants fell to the ground with a hiss. They hadn’t been together since before they left and Changmin’s need was deep and sudden.
“T-the water is get-getting cold.”
Changmin twisted his body, pushing Yoochun to the bed, and crawled over him, knees at the edge of the bed. Their lips met and Changmin deepened the kiss.
“What water?” Changmin whispered, lips dragging down his jaw
Yoochun arched his body, moaning low in his throat. “S-such a waste of … my work.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” Changmin replied.
Yoochun smiled. He shifted up on the bed, using the same movement to pull his shirt off. Changmin watched, smiling, and then stood up. He let his breeches slither to the floor. He stepped out of them, and went to his dresser for their sandalwood oil.
“Changmin-hyung?”
“Huh?”
Changmin turned around and froze.
Yoochun’s legs were spread lightly, balls already tight. His long hair fanned out around his head. His eyes were shut, teeth biting his lower lip. A finger ran around his own nipple, pinching and then teasing.
When Changmin said nothing, Yoochun opened his eyes, flushing from the intense gaze on Changmin’s face. His hand trailed down his skin, tracing the sensitive spots just below his ribs. His stomach jerked inwards and his cock twitched. Changmin licked his lips.
“Hyung.”
Changmin met his gaze. “Huh?”
Yoochun licked his lips, opened his mouth to say something and then shut it, and his eyes. A single finger ran around his belly button, and then the rest of his fingers caressed his hip bone, lower and lower.
“Do you enjoy teasing yourself?” Changmin asked as his feet finally remembered how to move. He crawled onto the bed and added his fingers, wrapping them around and over where Yoochun was touching.
Yoochun smiled briefly, and then Changmin wrapped his fingers lightly around Yoochun’s erection, and his mouth opened in pleasurable moan.
“H-hyung, oh god, hyung.”
Changmin lowered his mouth and kissed just below Yoochun’s ribs. “Should I tease you, too, since you seem to love it so much?”
“Oh, hyung, please, I … I … please don’t tease.”
Changmin chuckled. “Okay, I won’t. What do you want, Chunnie-ah?”
Yoochun grabbed Changmin’s wrist and pulled his hand away, blushing at the frown on Changmin’s face. He lifted his arm and Changmin followed the lead, putting his hands on the bed on either side of Yoochun’s head. He adjusted his body, pressed his hips to Yoochun’s and rolled his hips down.
Yoochun moaned, throwing his arms around Changmin’s neck. Their lips met and Changmin pulled their bodies together, thrusting lightly.
“H-hyung?” Yoochun whispered, as soon as Changmin gave him a chance.
“Yes, dongsaeng?” he asked, muffled because he was chewing on Yoochun’s pouty lower lip.
“Do you love me yet?”
Changmin froze and pulled away from Yoochun’s mouth. He said nothing, staring at Yoochun, until the boy looked away.
“I-You-you …. I asked before … if … this is part of my job, and … “
Changmin put his hand over Yoochun’s mouth. “Are you lying here, under me and asking me to pleasure you because it’s part of your job or because you want to be under me and you want me to tease you and drag out your release until you can’t think straight?”
“It’s never been about the job. Never. I … “
Changmin frowned and sat up, straddling Yoochun’s stomach. He crossed his arms. “How is that possible, when I just met you?”
“Just because I hadn’t met you doesn’t mean I didn’t watch you. I’ve been following you since I was told I was going to be your servant.” Yoochun pressed his hands to Changmin’s abs. “I’m not going to run away from you no matter how you feel.”
Changmin took his wrists and brought Yoochun’s fingers up to his mouth to kiss them. “I’m not sure how I feel,” he said, “but I’m starting to realize that you’ll always be a constant in my life. No matter what else happens.”
Yoochun smiled. “I will be.” He tugged on his hands again and Changmin fell over him, pinning his hands above his bed. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Changmin licked and chewed on Yoochun’s pouty lower lip, teasing his tongue into a proper kiss only moments later. An ache in his heart curled around the desperate need to taste Yoochun as deeply as he could.
“H-hyung, please.”
Changmin grinned and pushed up, kneeling between Yoochun’s spread legs. “Okay, okay. Impatient.”
Yoochun smiled and pulled his legs up, gripping behind his knees. Changmin ran his hands down the back of his thighs to his ass. Yoochun shivered, breath stuttering out of him. Changmin squeezed just once, fingertips around the curves, and then picked up the oil from the bed. He poured some directly on his fingers and Yoochun’s body.
The first finger slipped into Yoochun easily, and Yoochun moaned, hips lifting. Changmin gripped his dick with his other hand, and Yoochun cried out, muscles clenching.
Changmin laughed and added a second finger, and the muscles tightened. Yoochun hissed and then relaxed with a moan. With a smile, Changmin kissed up his body, twisting and pumping his fingers slowly. Yoochun’s eyes opened blearily and he tried to smile just before their lips met.
Changmin kissed him through the uncomfortable preparation. His own cock throbbed and dripped precome to Yoochun’s hip.
“Oh hyung that feels good.”
Changmin smiled and whispered, “You like it?’
“Yes, it’s … it’s … intense.”
Changmin slowly removed his fingers despite Yoochun’s protest. “Just a second.” He sat back on his feet and pulled Yoochun until his legs were around Changmin’s waist and his ass was on his thighs, hips curled. Changmin licked his lips and pushed his fingers back inside.
Yoochun moaned and curled his hips. The tip of his erection rubbed against his belly. Changmin took his other hand and gripped it loosely, stroking slow and even while he continued to spread and stretch Yoochun’s body. Yoochun’s hands stretched above his head, muscles taut and quivering. His fingers turned white from the grip on the blanket.
“Oh, oh, please, just … just …”
Changmin smirked and pumped his fingers a little faster. Yoochun’s cock twitched in his hand, and his hips rose off Changmin’s legs, everything tightening. His eyes squeezed shut, mouth open. His cock pulsed again, and a single cry tore from his throat before his body shuddered, and come splattered onto his chest and stomach in white puddles. He collapsed to the bed, chest heaving with deep breaths. His channel pulsed around Changmin’s fingers violently.
Changmin grinned and stroked Yoochun, tightening his hand to release the last bit of his come. And then he gripped himself with his come-covered hand. He swiped the head of his dick up and over Yoochun’s twitching entrance, shivering at the pleasure that jerked through his body. He could come like this again, and he had, but he wanted to feel how tight Yoochun was around his dick.
“Yoochun-ah?”
“Huh?” Yoochun’s fingers slid down his body, through his come and into his stretched entrance.
Changmin’s mind went blank. “Oh fuck. I really really want to have sex with you.”
Yoochun’s lips curved in a grin, fingers swirling through the wet mess. “Okay.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
Yoochun wrapped his hand around Changmin’s erection and stroked him. “I know.”
Changmin gripped behind Yoochun’s thighs, shuddering from the sensitive skin being manipulated by Yoochun’s hand. His orgasm was rolling through him, stomach tightening. Roughly, he batted Yoochun’s hand away. He growled when the boy laughed, and held his dick down, the head against his entrance. He pushed lightly, fighting the urge to slam into him.
Yoochun hissed, tightened up and his eyes squeezed shut.
Changmin’s eyes blurred at the tight grip around the head, and with a little more pressure, he slid inside Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun cried out just once, and they both froze. Changmin panted, leaned over his body and licked at his lips, whispering at him to relax, but his body stayed tense, pulsating around Changmin’s cock, and Changmin lost control, jerked his hips forward and back, forcing Yoochun to bend in half. Yoochun cried out with every thrust, punctuated by their bodies slapping together.
In no time, Changmin’s orgasm ripped through him. Suddenly and roughly. He stopped, body controlled by his pleasure and pumped his release into Yoochun’s spasming channel. The fog around his head and eyes took its sweat time clearing, and he moaned as his sensitive dick was pumped from the spasms of Yoochun’s body. He stayed inside him, never wanting to leave, and propped up on a hand. He pushed sweaty hair off Yoochun’s forehead and kissed his skin.
“You okay?”
“Hurts.”
“Yeah.”
“But yeah. Okay. It’s … okay.”
Changmin smiled and peppered his face with tiny kisses until Yoochun smiled and pushed him away.
“Bath now?” Changmin whispered.
Yoochun nodded.
“I don’t want to ever leave your body,” Changmin whispered, moving his hips slightly.
But Yoochun’s face scrunched in pain, and Changmin stopped. “Give me a few times and I’m sure I’ll feel the same.”
Changmin smiled and very carefully pulled out. Come and lube dripped out of his hole and Changmin licked his lips, fingers quick to catch it and bring it up to his mouth.
Yoochun cursed beautifully and grabbed behind Changmin’s neck and yanked himself up to help him lick his fingers clean.
With a laugh, Changmin wrapped his arms around the love of his life and on slightly unsteady legs, carried him into the bathroom. The water in the tub was warm, but not hot enough. He gently settled Yoochun against the metal edge and then moved to the fire where the heated buckets waited.
“Hyung, I’m supposed-“
Changmin shut him up with a look, and continued the task. He added three buckets of steaming water before climbing in with Yoochun. Water sloshed over the side while they readjusted, back to chest, and Changmin’s arms wrapped around Yoochun’s stomach, fingertips playing with his cock and teasing the curves of his hips and thighs.
As they lay in comfortable silence, Changmin wondered again what Yoochun’s place in his life was supposed to be. They were supposed to be together forever, through everything. Yoochun would come on all of his assignments, be part of battles and be there fighting with and helping Changmin after battles. Yoochun was one of the few people who would be present at his wedding ceremony, and also his wedding night, making sure everything was organized when he would be a newlywed. What would happen during that night? And would Changmin find a woman to love as much as he loved Yoochun? Did he have to love his future wife? Or would she be someone who their fathers considered a good match for him?
Maybe he wasn’t supposed to love his wife. He thought about his parents and they definitely cared for one another, but he’d never heard his father say that he loved his mother. And then Changmin thought of the way his father looked at his servant. How did his father feel about Woohyuk? He wasn’t sure he could think of a way to ask his father without his father demanding to know of his relationship with Yoochun though, but he liked to think that the few caring glances between them showed more than just friendship. More than just master/servant.
Yoochun shifted in his lap, tilting his head back to press a kiss to Changmin’s jaw.
And Changmin decided he didn’t really care what kind of relationship he was supposed to have with Yoochun. He had no idea how he was supposed to treat him like a friend but not a servant without being his friend, and now, they were more than friends. Changmin was doing what he wanted. He hoped that Yoochun would always be happy with him.
“Yoochun-ah?”
Yoochun hummed to show he was listening.
Changmin buried his face into Yoochun’s neck and kissed his skin. “I want you to know that I am as much your servant as you are mine.”
Yoochun turned his head and looked at him in question.
Changmin smiled and pressed a kiss to the confused pout before continuing. “I want you to be happy. And I will do anything to make you happy. I’m here, at your service, for whatever you want, whatever you need, for as long as you want me.”
Yoochun smiled and turned around in his hold, entwining his arms around Changmin’s neck.
“I’m pretty sure I love you. No, let me …” Changmin took a deep breath. “I do love you. Thank you so much for always supporting me.”
“I always will.”
“I know.”
“But not because it’s my job.”
“I know.”
“Because I love you.”
“I know.”
Yoochun pouted and Changmin laughed and stole whatever irritated comment Yoochun had with another kiss. Yoochun’s protest changed into a moan and they didn’t leave the tub until long after the water grew cold.
Part 2: Closely Connected
Part 1: Getting Acquainted
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