Tears of the Poor 7/?
Title: Tears of the Poor 7/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Siwon/Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/Nichkhun/Chansung,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to run through space, sabotage governments and overthrow evil politicians with.
Summary: With his life threatened on ShinKi, Yunho heads to Doushite, the underdeveloped planet Jaejoong and Changmin are from. The atmosphere is tense, at best. ShinKi is destroying the Doushiten way of life just because of the deep veins of gold running through the picturesque mountains. They don't know who they can trust when it comes to trying to free Doushite from the clutches of a greedy empire.
This is a sequel to the fic: Pleasures of the Mighty.
The pleasures of the mighty, are the tears of the poor. A song will outlive the sermons in the memory. = Kim Jaejoong's tattoos
Poster credit goes to 0xkaiia0x
Part 7: The Tribe
Changmin, Hangeng and Jaejoong started talking immediately, too fast for Yunho to follow. Jaejoong dropped his bow in the snow, the arrow sticking up near his feet. He yanked his coat off, and then lifted the heavy shirt under it over his head. The thinner shirt he’d been wearing on ShinKi followed, leaving the top half of him bare. He held his arms to the side and turned around, showing the six men his tattoo. Changmin and Hangeng both copied him.
Yunho bit his lip with worry. In a few moments, Jaejoong skin was pink with cold, his nipples hardened.
Jaejoong kept babbling in Doushiten, explaining everything that had happened to him and Changmin. Yunho did not follow it all, beyond a few simple words.
“Jaejoong-hyung?” one of the men whispered.
Jaejoong turned back around and lifted his hair, showing that the blond roots growing in.
“Jaejoong-hyung!” the same one shouted and bounded past the others, despite their protests, and hugged Jaejoong tightly. Jaejoong smiled and hugged him back.
“Hello, Himchan-dongsaeng.”
His hood had fallen in his haste, and revealed bright blond hair. He was also much younger than Yunho expected.
The main one, who still had his bow pointed at them, started talking rapidly, and Changmin talked back while pulling his coat back on.
Jaejoong gently pushed the young man away from him, smiling down at him. He shivered. And Himchan’s face changed to a look of concern and he rubbed Jaejoong’s bare arms, talking to him too quickly for Yunho to follow. Jaejoong pulled his shirt and coat back on.
“We’re about a half day’s travel from a cave system,” Changmin said in ShinKi. “We need to get there or this storm will freeze us all where we stand. Yongguk-shi says they have horses to carry us there faster.”
Jaejoong nodded, bowed at the men, and said, “Thank you for your help.”
Yongguk grudgingly bowed back and snapped orders at the others. They flew into action, disappearing into the blowing snow.
“Let’s keep moving,” Jaejoong said. “They have six horses, so it will take time to transport us all.”
“And if I stand here much longer, my balls are going to freeze,” Yesung said.
Jaejoong smiled and continued to lead them through the trees. Five minutes later, the six returned on horseback, and Yoochun, Chansung, Nichkhun, Shindong, Yoseob, and Hyunseung were taken first. They moved slightly faster with a few less people. It took almost two hours for the six Doushitens to return. Yesung, Shindong, Siwon, Heechul and Yoona were all secured, but Junsu refused to leave Yunho.
Jaejoong pointed at their three horses and two of the Doushitens dismounted. In the blowing wind, they transferred part of the loads to their own horses, enough so Changmin, Jaejoong and Hangeng could ride. Yunho climbed on behind the man Changmin had called Yongguk, and Junsu climbed on with Jaejoong. They moved slower with the heavier loads and the tiredness of their horses, but the temperature had dropped again, the wind kicking up.
The horses ploughed through the growing snowbanks, twisting and curving over mountain hills. At one point, they splashed through a river, the middle too stubborn to freeze. The Doushitens didn’t bother lifting their boots out of the water, but Jaejoong shouted at Yunho to do so. Their boots weren’t as well-equiped for rushing water. They climbed a steep, slippery rocky incline on the other side of the water. Just beyond a clump of pine trees was the mouth of a cave, gaping dark and promising relief from the weather.
As soon as they ducked under the opening, the wind dropped, but still whistled over the entrance and inside the cave. At the far back, a fire had already been started, and those from Shinki huddled around it.
Changmin immediately removed Jaejoong’s latest kill from the back of a horse. Yongguk handed him a knife that he praised the gods for and he quickly cut strips of the meat. One of the Doushitens showed everyone how to use a sharp stick to form spit and then hold it over the fire. Yunho took his own stick, and found Jaejoong with his eyes. He again had taken his shirt off, so Yongguk and Himchan were able to inspect the tattoo more closely. He could not hear them over the cackling of the fire.
Once everyone had eaten, those most exhausted huddled under blankets to try to get some sleep.
Jaejoong, Changmin and Hangeng huddled with the other Doushitens on the far side of the cavern and talked. Yunho sighed. He did not like being out of the loop on these planning sessions. He wasn’t used to it. He was used to taking charge and planning.
Junsu pressed a kiss to his cheek. “He’ll let you know what they talked about.”
“How do you always know what I’m thinking?”
Junsu grinned. “We grew up together. You haven’t changed too much in the last seven years. Not as much as you think you have.”
Yunho returned his smile and then kissed him deeply.
Someone from across the cavern inhaled sharply, and then Jaejoong’s voice cut across a protest. Yunho pulled away from his lips to see five of the six blond Doushiten’s looking at them with hostile and surprised looks. The sixth, Yongguk, argued with Jaejoong.
Jaejoong said something that sounded like, “Because I like it.” And then he stood up, stalked over to Yunho and Junsu and promptly kissed Junsu, just as Yunho had, and then pulled Yunho against him.
Changmin laughed and said, “You’re surprised that he’s a slut?”
Himchan laughed, and then said something to the others.
Changmin continued talking to them, but Hangeng went over to Heechul and Siwon. Heechul grabbed him possessively and glowered at the other Doushitens.
Hangeng smiled and rubbed their noses together.
“So what’s going on?” Yunho asked Jaejoong.
Jaejoong sighed. “Nothing until this storm passes. We’re one more day away from the castle we’re going to.”
“And how long until the storm passes?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “You can’t ever tell with these winter storms this high in the mountains. Yongguk says the last one went on for three days. We were lucky we were in the caves during it.”
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It took four days for the storm to pass. In those four days, Yunho learned the names of the other four Doushitens: Jongup, Youngjae, Daehyun and Zelo. Zelo was the youngest, at only fifteen. During the introductions, Jaejoong had called Yoona “Changmin’s wife” and Changmin glared at him and corrected him. And then Jaejoong had to explain marriage customs on Shinki, which they did not understand at all. And that led to a shouting match between Heechul and Yongguk until Hangeng put his hand over his mouth and pulled him back into the blankets and Siwon sufficiently shut him up with a kiss.
Luckily, the Doushitens had plenty of food, so they didn’t run out. The biggest fear was driving each other crazy, pressed into such a small space.
Yunho found Jaejoong out by the mouth of the cave watching the blowing snow on more than one occasion.
“So how long until winter is over?” Yunho asked as he moved in front of Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiled and opened the warm, white coat. Yunho snuggled against his body, face by his neck. He sucked lightly on the stiff tendon until Jaejoong relaxed. It was a long five minutes later before Jaejoong answered his question.
“It’s the third month of the year, so next month, winter will be over and the rains will start. Doushite is gorgeous in the spring time.”
“Seems like a long way away,” Yunho said as a gust of wind blew snow at them and made them shiver.
On the fourth day, the wind had died. Instead of snow hitting them from the side, fat thick flakes fell in the early morning light.
Zelo ran out in it as soon as he was properly dressed and stood with his arms spread and his tongue out, trying to catch the flakes in his mouth.
Junsu laughed and joined him, bundled up enough, but still shivering.
Jaejoong and Yunho stayed in the caverns, bundled up together, and watched as more of the ShinKi joined the fun.
“Okay,” Yongguk said next to them. “I see why you like him.” He pointed at Junsu who was laughing and running around like a child, and then said something that Yunho didn’t catch.
Jaejoong smiled at Yunho and pressed a kiss to his jaw before replying in words Yunho did not understand.
More than Yongguk laughed.
“What?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong said nothing and kept kissing his scruffy jaw.
“Yongguk understands why Jaejoong likes Junsu, but not you. And Jaejoong said it was because you give good blow jobs,” Heechul said.
Yunho shook his head, turned his lips and pressed them against Jaejoong’s. Loud enough for all to hear, he said, “Let me sleep with you,” in Doushiten.
Almost everyone laughed.
Jaejoong steered them back into the cavern and then let Yunho go. Eventually, Yongguk called Zelo and Daehyun in from outside to help pack, and Junsu came in too to warm up before the fire was doused.
“Tonight we’ll be in a proper bed,” Jaejoong said.
“And clean,” Yoona said in exasperation.
“That will be very nice,” Yesung said.
“Then let’s pack faster and get the hell out of here,” Changmin said in Shinki and then in Doushiten.
No one complained, and did as he said.
The snow still fell heavily around them, but the air was warmer than it had been in days. To the east, the sky was almost pink, the sun peeking through at them at random moments. Like this, without the panic buried throughout him, Yunho was able to appreciate the beauty of this forest. He knew that if Shinki got their hands on this planet, all the forests would be destroyed, along with all the people and the animals and the Doushiten way of life. He glanced at Jaejoong. He could not let that happen. Not ever.
That was the point of him being here. Yes, he needed to stop Shinki from doing this to other planets. But Doushite, and its Prince, were his first priority.
They topped a steep hill, and Yunho stopped in surprise at the view below him.
Nestled in the snow covered valley was a large expanse of white. A lake, and surrounding the lake were buildings. Overshadowing everything was a castle.
“I thought you said this was an outpost,” Siwon said.
Jaejoong smiled. “It is. My castle is twice this size.”
“Arrogant prince,” Changmin muttered.
“Come on,” Yongguk said, and led the party down the steep incline, seemingly away from the castle. A few minutes later, they came upon a cobbled road that was more or less free of snow. As soon as they hit it, Changmin went around them and untied the ropes. Junsu immediately came to Yunho’s side and squeezed his hand. Jaejoong did the same on the other side of him. The horses hooves echoed on cobbles, and the six blond Doushitens led them down the sloping road.
“And to think, all this time we could have been traveling on a road,” Yoochun snapped.
With more patience than Changmin was showing, Jaejoong explained how the road wrapped around the mountain the other way, and they would have had to leave his castle through the heavily guarded front doors to use it.
“Better than the mess you just led us through,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong sighed.
“I don’t know why you bother,” Changmin said in Doushiten.
Jaejoong looked at Yunho. “He’s Yunho’s friend.”
Yunho glared at Yoochun and then tightened his hold on Junsu. “My loyalties to him are wavering.”
“Does that mean I can cut out his tongue?” Heechul demanded.
Jaejoong laughed. “Or his balls?”
“Ooh, even better idea.”
The snow slowed and then stopped as they made their way down the winding road. Sunlight sparkled off the snow and threw long shadows from the trees over the fields and road. The castle turned gray with the sun behind it, but sparkles of orange glinted from the windows and painted the snow in warm rainbows.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how beautiful it is here,” Yoona whispered.
Yunho smiled back and her and nodded. “I know what you mean, but considering how beautiful their Prince is, you’d think I’d be expecting it.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes at the compliment and squeezed Yunho’s hand.
As they drew closer to the castle, other Doushitens came to meet them, and Yunho did not follow the conversation, but suddenly they had an armored guard, and Jaejoong sighed, and explained to Yunho and Junsu that even though Yongguk assured them that they were Doushiten, his uncle, who was in charge, was not going to take his word for it.
Jaejoong frowned.
“What?” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong shook his head. “I thought my uncle was dead.” He sighed. “I’m seeing traitors everywhere. I hate feeling like this. I love my uncle. He never once tried to take my right to the throne after I was born.”
“What do you mean?” Junsu asked.
“My uncle was heir, and set to take over from my father, at least until one of my sisters had children. But then I was born. He was just as excited as everyone else, and though I had more guards than anyone else since I was the heir, he stopped attempts on my life twice. And then a few years later, Himchan was born, making my uncle’s claim to the throne even farther away, but he did the same as he did when I was born.”
“So technically,” Yunho said, “before you came back, Himchan was king.”
Jaejoong nodded. “But when I left, he was only eleven, too young to rule, so my uncle has ruled in his stead. Now that he’s eighteen, I’m sure his coronation will be soon.”
“Would be soon,” Changmin pointed out. “Yours is first.”
“So you should be suspicious of Himchan?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong shook his head. “I can’t. I never ... ugh.”
Yunho smiled. “Yeah. Ugh.”
The road widened, and thick rock walls lined it. Ahead, and surrounding the front of the castle, was another thick wall. The road ended in a heavy iron gate that currently stood open. On each side of it were small wooden guard rooms. The road moved in a zigzag through empty homes. Snow drifts covered their way, but the horses went first, clearing the road enough for them to walk through. The road leveled off in front of an even high rock wall with a heavier iron and oak gate. The castle stood behind it. A few of the men hurried to roll thick chains down and the door opened slowly. On the other side of the door was a wide wooden bridge that reached across a deep, bare ravine full of rocks and snow.
The castle sat on a large hill in the middle of the circular ravine. They clopped across the bridge, and flanked by more Doushitens, they entered the castle walls.
The very first thing that happened was Jaejoong being rushed by what seemed dozens of older women, all calling him JaeBear or Teddy or PrettyJae. He blushed under their attention, and winced when one woman grabbed his hair with a distasteful grunt. He laughed and assured her that he would cut the black off, so he’d be blond again.
A loud voice rang out, making the women stiffen and move aside. An older man, using a cane, hobbled his way to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong stood up straight, and then bowed at his waist. “Hello, Uncle.”
The man snorted and walked around him, face barely showing the pain he was in. After a few quiet moments only disturbed by the horses, the man said something, and the women all bustled around him and some came to Changmin, the younger ones beaming up at him.
Yoona huffed in irritation next to Yunho as one of the girls gripped Changmin’s bicep.
Jaejoong came to them and explained that his uncle was going to allow them time to rest and clean up before they were interrogated.
Changmin was halfway across the courtyard with a girl on his arm, and two others trailing him.
Jaejoong called his name and demanded in Shinki to know what he was doing, glancing at Yoona.
Changmin did not look at her, but at Yunho, and said, “We are no longer in Rome.”
“What the hell does that mean?’
Yunho glared at his back. “Bastard.”
Yoona tried not to show that it bothered her.
Jaejoong cursed under his breath, but then sighed and took Yunho’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go take a bath.”
Yunho did his best not to stare as they entered the magnificent castle. The walls at Jaejoong’s castle had been bare of any opulence, but here, it was all over the place in gold statues and golden frames around paintings, and gold rods that held intricate tapestries.
“Shinki bastard,” Jaejoong sang.
Yunho laughed and pulled Jaejoong close. “Sorry. We like sparkly, pretty things.” He kissed Jaejoong’s cheek.
The women around them gasped and started jabbering, and Jaejoong rolled his eyes and smiled at Yunho and put his arm around Junsu.
The women led them down stairs, and the temperature rose and steam filled the hallway. Another door was open, and Yunho was suddenly way too hot.
“Hot springs,” Jaejoong explained as he entered the bathing room.
The women started protesting, pulling Jaejoong back, and he argued with them for a moment and then sighed. He turned to Yunho. “They’re freaking out because of Yoona. She is your wife, and should bathe with no one else.”
Yunho snorted. “Really?”
“They’ll bar us from the door unless we do as they say. And I know you, and you will not force your way past women.”
Yunho laughed. “No, I won’t.”
“I can bathe by myself,” Yoona said.
“And what if something happened to you?” Jaejoong asked. “Yunho has to be there to protect you.”
Yoona rolled her eyes. “I had to come to another planet to find chilvarly.”
Yunho chuckled and held out his arm, and accompanied Yoona into the bathing room. One of the older women came in with them, and speaking slowly, she showed them where the soaps were and towels and lotions. She also held out a dress for Yoona to change into after she was done bathing.
Yunho understood most of what she said, and bowed and thanked her.
As soon as the door shut behind her, Yoona started ripping her clothes off. “Oh my god, finally, clean, clean, clean.”
Yunho chuckled and did the same, although a bit more slowly. He sat on a bench that ran the length of one wall and removed the boots. Yoona splashed into the deep pool and sighed as her muscles relaxed. By the time Yunho was naked and climbing into the pool, Yoona already had soap all over her upper body. Yunho took another bar and lathered his hands up. He’d never used bar soap to wash hair before, but they didn’t have anything else. He ran his hands through Yoona’s wet hair and scrubbed her scalp, adding more and more soap until the bubbles trailed down her neck and back. Yoona moaned and leaned into the touch, and Yunho put one arm around her stomach and used his other hand to wash down her chest. She sighed at the sensual slide of skin on skin, and Yunho didn’t bother to curb his lust.
“I think I may hate him now,” Yoona whispered.
Yunho nodded, throat tight, with more than lust for this woman.
Yoona suddenly turned around in his arms and kissed him.
“I’ll talk to him,” Yunho said when their lips parted.
“No, just leave it. If he’s going to be a Doushiten bastard then let him. Yongguk seems nice enough.”
Yunho laughed. “You’re my wife, though. None of the men will touch you.”
She made a face and then smirked. “You still will, right? Even though Jaejoong hates it?”
“Yes.”
“Then come on. My legs aren’t shaved and I feel furry, but get me clean and fuck me.”
“I don’t think--”
“Just like last time,” Yoona said with a grin. She grabbed his erection and squeezed. “You’re going to come in two minutes, if you’re lucky. Take the edge off for your lovers.”
Yunho moaned at the slide of her hand and then licked his lips and nodded. “Fine, but I might call you Jaejoong.”
She smirked. “He’s gorgeous. I’ll be flattered.”
A/N: I'm not writing the het smut this time, just because I don't want to. Next chapter is called The Tub ... so yeah ... :) ... I figure you guys will like that more than Yunho/Yoona smut.
Just in case you need visuals of Doushite:
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Part 8: The Tub
Part 6: The Terrain
Part 5: The Trail
Part 4: The Transformation
Part 3: The Tunnels
Part 2: The Trap
Part 1: The Trip
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Siwon/Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/Nichkhun/Chansung,
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are not mine to run through space, sabotage governments and overthrow evil politicians with.
Summary: With his life threatened on ShinKi, Yunho heads to Doushite, the underdeveloped planet Jaejoong and Changmin are from. The atmosphere is tense, at best. ShinKi is destroying the Doushiten way of life just because of the deep veins of gold running through the picturesque mountains. They don't know who they can trust when it comes to trying to free Doushite from the clutches of a greedy empire.
This is a sequel to the fic: Pleasures of the Mighty.
The pleasures of the mighty, are the tears of the poor. A song will outlive the sermons in the memory. = Kim Jaejoong's tattoos
Poster credit goes to 0xkaiia0x
Part 7: The Tribe
Changmin, Hangeng and Jaejoong started talking immediately, too fast for Yunho to follow. Jaejoong dropped his bow in the snow, the arrow sticking up near his feet. He yanked his coat off, and then lifted the heavy shirt under it over his head. The thinner shirt he’d been wearing on ShinKi followed, leaving the top half of him bare. He held his arms to the side and turned around, showing the six men his tattoo. Changmin and Hangeng both copied him.
Yunho bit his lip with worry. In a few moments, Jaejoong skin was pink with cold, his nipples hardened.
Jaejoong kept babbling in Doushiten, explaining everything that had happened to him and Changmin. Yunho did not follow it all, beyond a few simple words.
“Jaejoong-hyung?” one of the men whispered.
Jaejoong turned back around and lifted his hair, showing that the blond roots growing in.
“Jaejoong-hyung!” the same one shouted and bounded past the others, despite their protests, and hugged Jaejoong tightly. Jaejoong smiled and hugged him back.
“Hello, Himchan-dongsaeng.”
His hood had fallen in his haste, and revealed bright blond hair. He was also much younger than Yunho expected.
The main one, who still had his bow pointed at them, started talking rapidly, and Changmin talked back while pulling his coat back on.
Jaejoong gently pushed the young man away from him, smiling down at him. He shivered. And Himchan’s face changed to a look of concern and he rubbed Jaejoong’s bare arms, talking to him too quickly for Yunho to follow. Jaejoong pulled his shirt and coat back on.
“We’re about a half day’s travel from a cave system,” Changmin said in ShinKi. “We need to get there or this storm will freeze us all where we stand. Yongguk-shi says they have horses to carry us there faster.”
Jaejoong nodded, bowed at the men, and said, “Thank you for your help.”
Yongguk grudgingly bowed back and snapped orders at the others. They flew into action, disappearing into the blowing snow.
“Let’s keep moving,” Jaejoong said. “They have six horses, so it will take time to transport us all.”
“And if I stand here much longer, my balls are going to freeze,” Yesung said.
Jaejoong smiled and continued to lead them through the trees. Five minutes later, the six returned on horseback, and Yoochun, Chansung, Nichkhun, Shindong, Yoseob, and Hyunseung were taken first. They moved slightly faster with a few less people. It took almost two hours for the six Doushitens to return. Yesung, Shindong, Siwon, Heechul and Yoona were all secured, but Junsu refused to leave Yunho.
Jaejoong pointed at their three horses and two of the Doushitens dismounted. In the blowing wind, they transferred part of the loads to their own horses, enough so Changmin, Jaejoong and Hangeng could ride. Yunho climbed on behind the man Changmin had called Yongguk, and Junsu climbed on with Jaejoong. They moved slower with the heavier loads and the tiredness of their horses, but the temperature had dropped again, the wind kicking up.
The horses ploughed through the growing snowbanks, twisting and curving over mountain hills. At one point, they splashed through a river, the middle too stubborn to freeze. The Doushitens didn’t bother lifting their boots out of the water, but Jaejoong shouted at Yunho to do so. Their boots weren’t as well-equiped for rushing water. They climbed a steep, slippery rocky incline on the other side of the water. Just beyond a clump of pine trees was the mouth of a cave, gaping dark and promising relief from the weather.
As soon as they ducked under the opening, the wind dropped, but still whistled over the entrance and inside the cave. At the far back, a fire had already been started, and those from Shinki huddled around it.
Changmin immediately removed Jaejoong’s latest kill from the back of a horse. Yongguk handed him a knife that he praised the gods for and he quickly cut strips of the meat. One of the Doushitens showed everyone how to use a sharp stick to form spit and then hold it over the fire. Yunho took his own stick, and found Jaejoong with his eyes. He again had taken his shirt off, so Yongguk and Himchan were able to inspect the tattoo more closely. He could not hear them over the cackling of the fire.
Once everyone had eaten, those most exhausted huddled under blankets to try to get some sleep.
Jaejoong, Changmin and Hangeng huddled with the other Doushitens on the far side of the cavern and talked. Yunho sighed. He did not like being out of the loop on these planning sessions. He wasn’t used to it. He was used to taking charge and planning.
Junsu pressed a kiss to his cheek. “He’ll let you know what they talked about.”
“How do you always know what I’m thinking?”
Junsu grinned. “We grew up together. You haven’t changed too much in the last seven years. Not as much as you think you have.”
Yunho returned his smile and then kissed him deeply.
Someone from across the cavern inhaled sharply, and then Jaejoong’s voice cut across a protest. Yunho pulled away from his lips to see five of the six blond Doushiten’s looking at them with hostile and surprised looks. The sixth, Yongguk, argued with Jaejoong.
Jaejoong said something that sounded like, “Because I like it.” And then he stood up, stalked over to Yunho and Junsu and promptly kissed Junsu, just as Yunho had, and then pulled Yunho against him.
Changmin laughed and said, “You’re surprised that he’s a slut?”
Himchan laughed, and then said something to the others.
Changmin continued talking to them, but Hangeng went over to Heechul and Siwon. Heechul grabbed him possessively and glowered at the other Doushitens.
Hangeng smiled and rubbed their noses together.
“So what’s going on?” Yunho asked Jaejoong.
Jaejoong sighed. “Nothing until this storm passes. We’re one more day away from the castle we’re going to.”
“And how long until the storm passes?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “You can’t ever tell with these winter storms this high in the mountains. Yongguk says the last one went on for three days. We were lucky we were in the caves during it.”
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It took four days for the storm to pass. In those four days, Yunho learned the names of the other four Doushitens: Jongup, Youngjae, Daehyun and Zelo. Zelo was the youngest, at only fifteen. During the introductions, Jaejoong had called Yoona “Changmin’s wife” and Changmin glared at him and corrected him. And then Jaejoong had to explain marriage customs on Shinki, which they did not understand at all. And that led to a shouting match between Heechul and Yongguk until Hangeng put his hand over his mouth and pulled him back into the blankets and Siwon sufficiently shut him up with a kiss.
Luckily, the Doushitens had plenty of food, so they didn’t run out. The biggest fear was driving each other crazy, pressed into such a small space.
Yunho found Jaejoong out by the mouth of the cave watching the blowing snow on more than one occasion.
“So how long until winter is over?” Yunho asked as he moved in front of Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiled and opened the warm, white coat. Yunho snuggled against his body, face by his neck. He sucked lightly on the stiff tendon until Jaejoong relaxed. It was a long five minutes later before Jaejoong answered his question.
“It’s the third month of the year, so next month, winter will be over and the rains will start. Doushite is gorgeous in the spring time.”
“Seems like a long way away,” Yunho said as a gust of wind blew snow at them and made them shiver.
On the fourth day, the wind had died. Instead of snow hitting them from the side, fat thick flakes fell in the early morning light.
Zelo ran out in it as soon as he was properly dressed and stood with his arms spread and his tongue out, trying to catch the flakes in his mouth.
Junsu laughed and joined him, bundled up enough, but still shivering.
Jaejoong and Yunho stayed in the caverns, bundled up together, and watched as more of the ShinKi joined the fun.
“Okay,” Yongguk said next to them. “I see why you like him.” He pointed at Junsu who was laughing and running around like a child, and then said something that Yunho didn’t catch.
Jaejoong smiled at Yunho and pressed a kiss to his jaw before replying in words Yunho did not understand.
More than Yongguk laughed.
“What?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong said nothing and kept kissing his scruffy jaw.
“Yongguk understands why Jaejoong likes Junsu, but not you. And Jaejoong said it was because you give good blow jobs,” Heechul said.
Yunho shook his head, turned his lips and pressed them against Jaejoong’s. Loud enough for all to hear, he said, “Let me sleep with you,” in Doushiten.
Almost everyone laughed.
Jaejoong steered them back into the cavern and then let Yunho go. Eventually, Yongguk called Zelo and Daehyun in from outside to help pack, and Junsu came in too to warm up before the fire was doused.
“Tonight we’ll be in a proper bed,” Jaejoong said.
“And clean,” Yoona said in exasperation.
“That will be very nice,” Yesung said.
“Then let’s pack faster and get the hell out of here,” Changmin said in Shinki and then in Doushiten.
No one complained, and did as he said.
The snow still fell heavily around them, but the air was warmer than it had been in days. To the east, the sky was almost pink, the sun peeking through at them at random moments. Like this, without the panic buried throughout him, Yunho was able to appreciate the beauty of this forest. He knew that if Shinki got their hands on this planet, all the forests would be destroyed, along with all the people and the animals and the Doushiten way of life. He glanced at Jaejoong. He could not let that happen. Not ever.
That was the point of him being here. Yes, he needed to stop Shinki from doing this to other planets. But Doushite, and its Prince, were his first priority.
They topped a steep hill, and Yunho stopped in surprise at the view below him.
Nestled in the snow covered valley was a large expanse of white. A lake, and surrounding the lake were buildings. Overshadowing everything was a castle.
“I thought you said this was an outpost,” Siwon said.
Jaejoong smiled. “It is. My castle is twice this size.”
“Arrogant prince,” Changmin muttered.
“Come on,” Yongguk said, and led the party down the steep incline, seemingly away from the castle. A few minutes later, they came upon a cobbled road that was more or less free of snow. As soon as they hit it, Changmin went around them and untied the ropes. Junsu immediately came to Yunho’s side and squeezed his hand. Jaejoong did the same on the other side of him. The horses hooves echoed on cobbles, and the six blond Doushitens led them down the sloping road.
“And to think, all this time we could have been traveling on a road,” Yoochun snapped.
With more patience than Changmin was showing, Jaejoong explained how the road wrapped around the mountain the other way, and they would have had to leave his castle through the heavily guarded front doors to use it.
“Better than the mess you just led us through,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong sighed.
“I don’t know why you bother,” Changmin said in Doushiten.
Jaejoong looked at Yunho. “He’s Yunho’s friend.”
Yunho glared at Yoochun and then tightened his hold on Junsu. “My loyalties to him are wavering.”
“Does that mean I can cut out his tongue?” Heechul demanded.
Jaejoong laughed. “Or his balls?”
“Ooh, even better idea.”
The snow slowed and then stopped as they made their way down the winding road. Sunlight sparkled off the snow and threw long shadows from the trees over the fields and road. The castle turned gray with the sun behind it, but sparkles of orange glinted from the windows and painted the snow in warm rainbows.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how beautiful it is here,” Yoona whispered.
Yunho smiled back and her and nodded. “I know what you mean, but considering how beautiful their Prince is, you’d think I’d be expecting it.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes at the compliment and squeezed Yunho’s hand.
As they drew closer to the castle, other Doushitens came to meet them, and Yunho did not follow the conversation, but suddenly they had an armored guard, and Jaejoong sighed, and explained to Yunho and Junsu that even though Yongguk assured them that they were Doushiten, his uncle, who was in charge, was not going to take his word for it.
Jaejoong frowned.
“What?” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong shook his head. “I thought my uncle was dead.” He sighed. “I’m seeing traitors everywhere. I hate feeling like this. I love my uncle. He never once tried to take my right to the throne after I was born.”
“What do you mean?” Junsu asked.
“My uncle was heir, and set to take over from my father, at least until one of my sisters had children. But then I was born. He was just as excited as everyone else, and though I had more guards than anyone else since I was the heir, he stopped attempts on my life twice. And then a few years later, Himchan was born, making my uncle’s claim to the throne even farther away, but he did the same as he did when I was born.”
“So technically,” Yunho said, “before you came back, Himchan was king.”
Jaejoong nodded. “But when I left, he was only eleven, too young to rule, so my uncle has ruled in his stead. Now that he’s eighteen, I’m sure his coronation will be soon.”
“Would be soon,” Changmin pointed out. “Yours is first.”
“So you should be suspicious of Himchan?” Yunho asked.
Jaejoong shook his head. “I can’t. I never ... ugh.”
Yunho smiled. “Yeah. Ugh.”
The road widened, and thick rock walls lined it. Ahead, and surrounding the front of the castle, was another thick wall. The road ended in a heavy iron gate that currently stood open. On each side of it were small wooden guard rooms. The road moved in a zigzag through empty homes. Snow drifts covered their way, but the horses went first, clearing the road enough for them to walk through. The road leveled off in front of an even high rock wall with a heavier iron and oak gate. The castle stood behind it. A few of the men hurried to roll thick chains down and the door opened slowly. On the other side of the door was a wide wooden bridge that reached across a deep, bare ravine full of rocks and snow.
The castle sat on a large hill in the middle of the circular ravine. They clopped across the bridge, and flanked by more Doushitens, they entered the castle walls.
The very first thing that happened was Jaejoong being rushed by what seemed dozens of older women, all calling him JaeBear or Teddy or PrettyJae. He blushed under their attention, and winced when one woman grabbed his hair with a distasteful grunt. He laughed and assured her that he would cut the black off, so he’d be blond again.
A loud voice rang out, making the women stiffen and move aside. An older man, using a cane, hobbled his way to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong stood up straight, and then bowed at his waist. “Hello, Uncle.”
The man snorted and walked around him, face barely showing the pain he was in. After a few quiet moments only disturbed by the horses, the man said something, and the women all bustled around him and some came to Changmin, the younger ones beaming up at him.
Yoona huffed in irritation next to Yunho as one of the girls gripped Changmin’s bicep.
Jaejoong came to them and explained that his uncle was going to allow them time to rest and clean up before they were interrogated.
Changmin was halfway across the courtyard with a girl on his arm, and two others trailing him.
Jaejoong called his name and demanded in Shinki to know what he was doing, glancing at Yoona.
Changmin did not look at her, but at Yunho, and said, “We are no longer in Rome.”
“What the hell does that mean?’
Yunho glared at his back. “Bastard.”
Yoona tried not to show that it bothered her.
Jaejoong cursed under his breath, but then sighed and took Yunho’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go take a bath.”
Yunho did his best not to stare as they entered the magnificent castle. The walls at Jaejoong’s castle had been bare of any opulence, but here, it was all over the place in gold statues and golden frames around paintings, and gold rods that held intricate tapestries.
“Shinki bastard,” Jaejoong sang.
Yunho laughed and pulled Jaejoong close. “Sorry. We like sparkly, pretty things.” He kissed Jaejoong’s cheek.
The women around them gasped and started jabbering, and Jaejoong rolled his eyes and smiled at Yunho and put his arm around Junsu.
The women led them down stairs, and the temperature rose and steam filled the hallway. Another door was open, and Yunho was suddenly way too hot.
“Hot springs,” Jaejoong explained as he entered the bathing room.
The women started protesting, pulling Jaejoong back, and he argued with them for a moment and then sighed. He turned to Yunho. “They’re freaking out because of Yoona. She is your wife, and should bathe with no one else.”
Yunho snorted. “Really?”
“They’ll bar us from the door unless we do as they say. And I know you, and you will not force your way past women.”
Yunho laughed. “No, I won’t.”
“I can bathe by myself,” Yoona said.
“And what if something happened to you?” Jaejoong asked. “Yunho has to be there to protect you.”
Yoona rolled her eyes. “I had to come to another planet to find chilvarly.”
Yunho chuckled and held out his arm, and accompanied Yoona into the bathing room. One of the older women came in with them, and speaking slowly, she showed them where the soaps were and towels and lotions. She also held out a dress for Yoona to change into after she was done bathing.
Yunho understood most of what she said, and bowed and thanked her.
As soon as the door shut behind her, Yoona started ripping her clothes off. “Oh my god, finally, clean, clean, clean.”
Yunho chuckled and did the same, although a bit more slowly. He sat on a bench that ran the length of one wall and removed the boots. Yoona splashed into the deep pool and sighed as her muscles relaxed. By the time Yunho was naked and climbing into the pool, Yoona already had soap all over her upper body. Yunho took another bar and lathered his hands up. He’d never used bar soap to wash hair before, but they didn’t have anything else. He ran his hands through Yoona’s wet hair and scrubbed her scalp, adding more and more soap until the bubbles trailed down her neck and back. Yoona moaned and leaned into the touch, and Yunho put one arm around her stomach and used his other hand to wash down her chest. She sighed at the sensual slide of skin on skin, and Yunho didn’t bother to curb his lust.
“I think I may hate him now,” Yoona whispered.
Yunho nodded, throat tight, with more than lust for this woman.
Yoona suddenly turned around in his arms and kissed him.
“I’ll talk to him,” Yunho said when their lips parted.
“No, just leave it. If he’s going to be a Doushiten bastard then let him. Yongguk seems nice enough.”
Yunho laughed. “You’re my wife, though. None of the men will touch you.”
She made a face and then smirked. “You still will, right? Even though Jaejoong hates it?”
“Yes.”
“Then come on. My legs aren’t shaved and I feel furry, but get me clean and fuck me.”
“I don’t think--”
“Just like last time,” Yoona said with a grin. She grabbed his erection and squeezed. “You’re going to come in two minutes, if you’re lucky. Take the edge off for your lovers.”
Yunho moaned at the slide of her hand and then licked his lips and nodded. “Fine, but I might call you Jaejoong.”
She smirked. “He’s gorgeous. I’ll be flattered.”
A/N: I'm not writing the het smut this time, just because I don't want to. Next chapter is called The Tub ... so yeah ... :) ... I figure you guys will like that more than Yunho/Yoona smut.
Just in case you need visuals of Doushite:
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Part 8: The Tub
Part 6: The Terrain
Part 5: The Trail
Part 4: The Transformation
Part 3: The Tunnels
Part 2: The Trap
Part 1: The Trip
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