Tears of the Poor 19/?
Title: Tears of the Poor 19/?
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 19: The Tent
This part contains a bit of wax play, just FYI.
The gray sky softened with light, and clouds turned pink and orange just beyond the Eastern mountains as the sun rose. Their away party was assembled and ready to go. Save for three people.
“You are not coming,” Heechul said again, pushing against Siwon’s strong chest.
“Yes, I am. I can’t just leave you.”
“So we’ll both leave Hangeng?” Heechul demanded.
“Then you’ll be alone.”
“We agreed yesterday that you were staying.”
Siwon smiled. “You were denying me orgasm until I agreed. Hardly fair.”
“You’re staying.”
Jaejoong turned to Yunho and gave him a pointed look.
“Siwon,” Yunho said. “Stay here.”
Siwon frowned, ignoring Heechul’s satisfied smirk.
Before he could argue against it again, Yunho said, “You are the closest to becoming a Governor on Shinki. If we fail, or if ... if ... we need a plan B.”
Siwon’s frown deepened.
“Please,” Heechul said, voice cracking. “Please.”
“Fine, but you better come back.”
Heechul smiled widely and then yanked Siwon’s head down for a kiss. “I have to. Jaejoong won’t let me play with Bambi. I’m going to be so horny when I get back.”
Hangeng joined their hug.
“Have I mentioned that I hate you?” Yoochun muttered from the horse next to Yunho.
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Frequently.”
“Okay, let’s go. We’re wasting daylight,” Jaejoong said. “Legs, don’t fuck up. Jong, don’t let him fuck up.”
Jonghun laughed and waved at him in dismissal.
Jaejoong yanked on the reigns of his horse and turned. Yoseob yelped in surprise and had to hastily put his arms around Jaejoong’s stomach to keep from falling off. Jaejoong did not apologize and he kicked the side of the horse and headed down the cobbled road.
“Little Insect, don’t get yourself killed,” Changmin yelled after him.
Jaejoong waved behind him, a certain finger up in the air.
Yunho smiled and met Yoona’s eyes. He really did hope she was pregnant, but there would be no way to know for at least a couple more weeks. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be gone and hated that he could not protect her, but he knew that leaving her here with Changmin was more protection than he could provide by taking her with. Changmin draped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. Yunho met Changmin’s fierce protective glare for a moment of understanding.
“Heechul,” Daehyun said and held out his hand.
It took another minute for Heechul to let go of Siwon and Hangeng, but he did, turning stiffly. He gripped Daehyun wrist and let the boy pull him onto the horse behind him.
Junsu arms tightened around his waist, and Yunho nodded. He turned the horse by gripping the reins the way Changmin had shown him and the mare followed after Jaejoong and Daehyun’s horses. Shindong and Hyunseung shared a horse. Yoochun had refused to sit with anyone else and no one wanted to sit with him anyway. Chansung and Nichkhun rode together, their horse behind Yoochun’s, and Jongup and Zelo brought up the rear of their small party.
Jaejoong, Jongup and Changmin decided that they’d pair up on horses instead of each getting their own. The three Doushitens had to take the horses back if everything was successful, and they didn’t want to leave those at the castle without a way to retreat if they had to. There were way more people that would need the horses if they were forced to evacuate.
Yunho did not mind having Junsu’s arms around his waist, warm breath against his cheek. He only wished that Jaejoong fit on the horse as well without burdening the horse too much. A cold wind blew from in front of them, cutting through the tight valley to the South. Yunho buried his face into the warm fur cuff around his neck. Junsu shivered and pulled himself closer to Yunho’s back. At least they were well prepared for the weather this time through the woods.
“When we set up camp,” Jongup said very slowly so Yunho could understand, “you take Jaejoong and ...” He winced and then said, “Sleep,” with a raised eyebrow.
Yunho smiled and nodded. “Okay.”
“Is the tent big enough for three?” Junsu asked.
Yunho turned his head enough to accept a kiss to his cheek. “Of course.”
Jongup looked between the two of them, confused.
Junsu laughed and said in Doushiten, “I want to sleep with my prince.”
Jongup looked startled for a moment and then laughed and nodded.
Any thoughts of this being a more relaxing trip (because of supplies and the company) quickly faded when they stopped to make camp just as the sun dipped behind the mountains, throwing an orange and yellow glow over the clear sky and snow. Jaejoong started on a fire and the Doushitens and Shindong, Hyunseung and Yoseob set up tents.
Except for Jongup. He approached Yunho with a grin and unsheathed his sword.
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered under his breath. “I thought I was taking Jaejoong to a tent.”
Junsu chuckled, kissed his cheek and then shuffled through the deep snow to where Jaejoong was crouching in front of smoking sticks and twigs. He didn’t say anything, just put his hand on Jaejoong’s shoulder, and Jaejoong smiled. Yunho was sure that Junsu couldn’t even see the smile, but Junsu had always been the best at knowing just what they needed.
Yunho caught a glimpse of something swinging toward his head and he ducked and fell into the snow with a cry.
The Doushitens laughed at him.
Jongup touched Yunho’s chin with his sword. “Dead. Pay attention.”
Yunho grumbled curses at him in both languages, pulling more laughter from the other Doushitens. He got to his feet and pulled out the sword. Jongup swung again and this time Yunho was able to block him, but he still wasn’t prepared enough and he lost his footing in the snow.
Jongup’s sword tip tapped his chin again. “Dead.”
Yunho took a deep breath and stood up. Snow melted against his skin and dripped down his back. Jongup gave him about three seconds to prepare himself. This time, he managed to block a few shots and even attacked once before Jongup had him on the ground again. The tip of Jongup’s sword dug into his side, his back and his neck before Jaejoong told them to stop and eat.
Yunho lay in the snow, staring up at the darkening sky and cursed his life and his sore limbs that were seizing from the cold.
Jaejoong stepped next to him, kicking snow into his face. “Sorry,” he said with a laugh.
“Fuck you.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “You know, for being from a family whose crest and seal are made of swords, I’d expect that you’d know how to use one.”
“I can fence,” Yunho said, sitting up. “This broadsword is different.”
“That is true. Your lover is doing much better with the bow.” Jaejoong gestured over his shoulder to where Junsu and Yoseob and Chansung were off to the side of the fire with Daehyun. They were all wielding bows and shooting arrows at a tree.
“Our lover,” Yunho said automatically as Jaejoong helped him to his feet.
“Dinner first,” Jaejoong whispered and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
While Yunho had been getting his ass handed to him, four large tents had been set up. The Doushitens were in one, Yoochun with his slaves in another, the other Shinki in the other, and Yunho, Jaejoong and Junsu in the last one. A large fire burned in the middle of them, and the horses were tethered by a tree a bit further away.
Meat sizzled and spit over the fire, and Yunho’s mouth watered. The nice thing about being in the wilderness was the hunting. While they ate, Jaejoong spoke to the other Doushitens, and it took a moment for Yunho to understand that they were setting up a watch schedule.
“You’re getting a lot better with the sword,” Junsu said.
Yunho snorted.
Junsu smiled. “Jaejoong just says you have to get used to the terrain. Train in every manageable situation. Kinda like sex.”
Yunho choked on his food and stared at his lover with wide eyes.
With a chuckle, Junsu said, “You know I’m right. And as a slave, you had to learn to be ready and willing no matter where you were. Living room, bed, kitchen, car, street corner.”
“A tent in the middle of the woods?”
Junsu laughed. “Of course. Are you done eating?”
“No. I haven’t had dessert yet.” Yunho leaned toward him and their lips touched lightly. Yunho wanted a deeper kiss, but Junsu kept the kiss light, despite Yunho’s whimpers.
“Take it to your tent, Bambi,” Heechul snapped.
“That is a great idea,” Yunho said.
Junsu smiled and curled against Yunho’s side. “Not until Jaejoong can join us.”
Yunho pouted but nodded.
“I can join you now,” Jaejoong said, sitting on Junsu’s other side. His hands went around Junsu’s waist with Yunho’s so they were both holding him between them. “I’ve been told that I am doing third watch and that I should be with you two right now. Apparently, Jongup thinks I need to get laid.”
“You do,” Junsu said. “You need to ride Yunho’s cock while he has me down his throat.”
Yunho moaned.
“Fuck you three,” Heechul said. “Take it to your tent.”
Jaejoong laughed and stood back up. He held out his hand for Junsu and Yunho kept his arms around Junsu’s shoulder while they both stood up. He smiled and let himself be led to a tent that was more spacious on the inside than he was expecting. The floor of the tent was covered in thick furs. Off to one side was a small chest. A lit candle in a sturdy holder and a basin of water sat on top of it.
“Wait,” Yunho said, pointing at it. “Where has that been this whole trip?”
Jaejoong smiled. “It’s collapsable and folds down into its parts.”
“Wow, cool,” Junsu said and kneeled in front of it. He pulled open the drawer and laughed hard enough that he fell over, but not before reaching into the drawer and pulling out a pot of oil.
Yunho looked over at Jaejoong’s smirk. “Always be prepared, huh?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Let’s get naked.” He followed his own advice and started pulling off his coats and thick pants.
“That tent is not soundproof!” Heechul shouted from outside.
“Then you better get used to me screaming Yunho’s name!” Junsu shouted back.
“Fuck you!”
Jaejoong smiled and kneeled in front of an almost naked Junsu. “Want something to gag on, shut you up?”
Junsu nodded, hands slipping into Jaejoong’s coat and going for the ties on his pants. Jaejoong looked over at Yunho and said, “You going to help him, Bambi?”
Yunho nodded and fell to this knees. He stayed a bit away from them and started pulling off the layers of clothes. He watched as Junsu pulled Jaejoong dick out and lapped at the head. Jaejoong’s head tilted back, mouth opening with a quiet moan.
“The air is so cold,” Jaejoong whispered, “but your mouth is hot.”
Junsu pushed forward and took all of Jaejoong into his throat. Jaejoong moaned and ran his hands over Junsu’s bare shoulders.
“Are you cold, baby?” Jaejoong whispered, drawing his fingernails over skin. It pebbled and turned pink. Junsu shivered and moved faster. “Good boy. Take more, take it all and faster and make yourself hot.”
Yunho shivered as his own skin went pink and pebbled from the cool air. He planned to keep his pants on until Jaejoong looked over at him and said, “Naked,” in a firm voice that Yunho had never been able to ignore.
Yunho pouted, but did as he was told and stripped. He sat back on his feet, knees slightly spread, hands on his own thighs. Even though it was cold, his cock was standing tall.
Gently, Jaejoong pulled Junsu off his cock. Junsu pouted and with a grin, Jaejoong pressed a kiss to his lips. “Go lay down and burrow in the blankets. Yunho is going to lay over you and you are going to suck each other off.”
“What are you going to do?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong grinned. “I have two beautiful bodies to play with.”
Junsu laughed. He moved to the middle of the blankets and lay flat on his back.
Jaejoong looked at Yunho with a raised eyebrow. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
“No, master,” Yunho replied, trying not to smirk, and quickly climbed over Junsu’s body, knees on either side of his head, hands on either side of his hips. Junsu ran his fingers up the insides of his thighs and cupped his balls. Yunho shivered from that and the cold. He tugged on the soft sacks and lifted his head. Warmth encased Yunho’s erection, and he moaned, spreading his legs and dropping his hips. He moved slowly in and out of Junsu’s mouth.
Fingers trailed over his cheek and he looked up, eyes already glassy from want, at a smiling Jaejoong. Jaejoong had taken off the heavy coat and shirts, but his pants were still on, unlaced, and he was stroking oil onto his dick.
“Hot mouth, huh?”
Yunho nodded.
“Be a good boy and suck on him, too. But quietly. You are not make any noise.”
Yunho swallowed but nodded. He wasn’t the best at keeping quiet when Junsu was sucking on his dick. And Junsu, the devil that he is, took the moment to tighten his throat and suck hard, and Yunho gasped out his name, and received a sharp slap to his cheek.
Yunho whimpered, lowered his head and would have apologized, but lapped at Junsu’s cock instead. It twitched under his tongue, and he smirked when Junsu moaned almost louder than he had. He turned his head and licked around the ridge of the head before sucking it up into his mouth. Junsu moaned again, and his hips rose. Yunho bobbed his head down at the same time, settling into a rhythm easily. Junsu lost focus on Yunho’s cock, and it slipped from his mouth. Yunho’s hips continued to move, sliding the soft head along Junsu’s neck.
Jaejoong gripped Junsu’s knees and pushed them up, forcing Yunho back, and Junsu’s dick deeper into his mouth. He settled Junsu’s ass on his thighs, keeping his legs spread with hands gripping his calf muscles.
“Keep sucking on him,” Jaejoong said. “Let’s make him come hard and fast.”
Yunho whimpered and sped up, but kept his eyes open on the perfect view of Jaejoong slipping his cock between Junsu’s gorgeous ass. Jaejoong released on leg, and Junsu unconsciously shifted to keep it up in the air. Jaejoong held his dick down, head against Junsu’s clenching entrance, and pushed, thrusting forward slowly.
Junsu moaned deeply and when Jaejoong didn’t pause, just kept going, he turned his head and bit down on Yunho’s thigh to muffle his moan. Yunho fought the urge to bite down to muffle his own and instead, turned his need into deeper and harder sucks on Junsu’s dick.
Jaejoong pulled out, even slower, and Junsu continued to scream into his skin, and breathe deeply through his nose.
Yunho tried his best to suck on Junsu as well as he could from the current angle.
“You like that Su-ah?” Jaejoong whispered, slowly pushing back into him. Junsu whined in agreement.
Yunho wanted to echo it, because liked it, too. Yunho loved watching it, watching Junsu clench around Jaejoong’s dick and pulse with each slow movement. But he wasn’t supposed to make a sound.
Junsu’s hands scratched up his thighs and dug into ass. The pain was just enough to pull a moan from Yunho’s throat, and he sped up, sucking harder and faster.
Jaejoong gripped Yunho by the hair with half a noise of reprimand.
Junsu took the freedom, tightened his legs around Jaejoong’s waist, and lifted his hips. The movement shoved himself into Yunho’s throat and then down on Jaejoong’s cock, over and over. Jaejoong used Yunho’s head and position to thrust faster and harder, and Yunho gagged, Junsu’s dick hitting the back of his throat at the wrong angle. But it was the right angle for Junsu. His moans and whimpers were muffled from under Yunho’s body.
“Come, baby,” Jaejoong gasped. “Make Yunho choke on your come.”
Yunho whimpered and gagged when he tried to breathe.
Jaejoong tangled one hand tighter in his hair and dropped the other to Junsu’s body. He gripped his balls, squeezing lightly. Another deep moan twisted from under Yunho.
“Come on, baby. Come on. Fill his mouth up. Use him like the little slave his is.”
“O-our slave,” Junsu gasped.
Yunho whined and tried to speed up.
Junsu shouted his name and his body froze for a second and then shuddered through an quick, violent orgasm. His release pumped into Yunho’s mouth, and Yunho did indeed choke on it. He wanted to pull away, but Jaejoong’s hands were in his hair again, holding him down. Yunho gagged, breathed, choked and then finally managed to swallow enough that Jaejoong let him up. He gasped, mouth open, come dripping to Junsu’s balls and sliding to where Jaejoong was still buried inside him.
Jaejoong pumped his hips slowly. “Clean it up, lover.”
Yunho swallowed the clinging mess in his mouth and licked his lips. He leaned forward and lapped at the stretched opening, where Jaejoong and Junsu met, and sucked on the shaft of Jaejoong’s dick.
“Oh, baby, so good.”
“Someone give me a kiss, damn it,” Junsu demanded and pinched Yunho’s inner thigh.
Jaejoong chuckled and pulled Yunho up by his hair. “Move, so I can kiss our needy lover.”
“I’m needy,” Yunho said and pouted.
“You’re also not supposed to be making noise, remember?”
His pout deepened.
Jaejoong gave him a bit of a push, and Yunho fell to his side with a huff. Without him in the way, Jaejoong curled over Junsu’s body, hips still moving in a slow thrust, and kissed him.
Yunho watched, wondering if he had permission to touch. He didn’t want to ask, and have that permission revoked, nor did he want to actually touch, and have that permission revoked.
Jaejoong pulled away from Junsu’s lips slowly. He smiled softly at him, moved sweaty hair off his head and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you. You keep me sane and happy and calm.”
Junsu smiled back, emotional tears filling his eyes. He nodded and gasped out a love confession. Their lips met again in a soft kiss.
“Do you trust me?” Jaejoong asked.
Junsu nodded. “With my life.”
Jaejoong pushed up to his knees, carefully to keep from sliding out of Junsu. His look of confusion change to one of panic when Jaejoong reached for the candle.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho warned.
Jaejoong ignored him, kept his eyes on Junsu. He held the candle in his hand, and then traded hands, and used the warmed skin to cup Junsu’s cheek. “Tell me no. Tell me not to. You know I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
Junsu swallowed deeply.
Yunho went to say Jaejoong’s name again, and then realized that he really had no idea what was going on.
Jaejoong kept his hand on Junsu’s cheek, their gazes locked. “You like it, he ruined it. Let me fix it.” The candle switched hands again, and this time, Jaejoong’s warmed hand went to Junsu’s limp cock, squeezing softly.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong whispered and nodded his head in Junsu’s direction.
Yunho wasn’t quite sure what Jaejoong wanted, but he moved to Junsu’s head, and Junsu’s hands lifted up and wrapped around him and pulled him close. Yunho shuffled forward, enough for Junsu to wrap his arms around Yunho’s waist and rest his head on his thigh.
“You trust me,” Jaejoong whispered, moving his hips slowly.
Junsu’s eyes shut tightly and he bit his lip, but his body responded to the movements and he nodded frantically.
Jaejoong kept one hand on his dick, stroking just a little. He tilted the candle holder. The clear wax pooled along the edge and then spilled over, dripping only three times onto Junsu’s skin, before Jaejoong straightened it. Junsu gasped eyes flying open. His entire body went stiff, hips arching off the bed and then resettling against Jaejoong’s body. His chest heaved with deep breaths and he his hands were digging painfully into Yunho’s skin.
“More?” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu’s eyes opened slowly. He licked his lips. And then he nodded.
With a beautiful smile, Jaejoong tilted the candle again. The wax dripped low on his chest, just below his nipples. More than a few drops and Junsu whimpered, body shaking and skin twitching from the heat. Again, Jaejoong stopped, waited until Junsu calmed down enough to whisper for more.
Slowly, clear drops formed along Junsu’s breastbone, up to his neck. And then went back down.
“Too bad this candle isn’t red,” Jaejoong whispered. “Your skin looks amazing right now, but it’d be better dotted with red.”
Junsu was gasping too much to formulate a response.
Jaejoong brought the candle lower, and Junsu’s eyes widened in panic. Jaejoong hushed him and said again to trust him, and Junsu relaxed. With one hand stroking Junsu’s hard cock, Jaejoong added drops of wax to the bends of his hips, his belly button and then his upper thighs.
Junsu keened, back arching, and the movement jostled Jaejoong enough that the candle tilted. A few drops of wax landed on his own hand and on Junsu’s cock, and Junsu screamed, body jolting through a very violent orgasm, harder than the first one, and he collapsed, whimpering while covering his chest in come.
Carefully, Jaejoong put the candle back, and then ran his hands up and down Junsu’s chest, spreading the mess. Their lips met hungrily, and Jaejoong jerked his hips forward, thrusting into Junsu roughly.
“You’re beautiful and amazing,” Jaejoong whispered. “So amazing. I love you.”
Junsu gasped and nodded. He moved his hands from Yunho’s body and tangled his hands in Jaejoong’s hair. He yanked them together for more kissing and muttered love between their lips.
Jaejoong suddenly turned his head. He smirked at Yunho.
“Come put that cock to use and fuck me, Bambi,” Jaejoong said, not bothering to whisper.
There was a strangled noise outside, a muffled yelp that sounded like Heechul.
Yunho grinned. “Yes, master.”
“I hate you all!” Heechul suddenly yelled.
Yunho carefully lowered Junsu back to the furs and moved behind Jaejoong. The pot of oil was on the floor of the tent, top loose, and he picked it up. He removed the top and dipped his fingers into it. He spread the oil around and between Jaejoong’s tattooed ass cheeks, following the lines up each curve.
Jaejoong moaned and said roughly, “Finger fuck me, damn it.”
Yunho chuckled and used both hands to spread Jaejoong open, hands gripping his ass tightly. He reached with one finger the flicked the furled skin.
Jaejoong cursed again.
With one more teasing flick, Yunho pressed his finger inside Jaejoong all at once. The muscles spasmed around him, and he leaned over Jaejoong and traced the purple lines of his tattoo with his tongue while pumping his fingers in and out of him. His body shook and his hips jerked forward quickly.
“Fuck, fuck fuck, Yunho, fuck.”
Yunho twisted his fingers and sped up, Jaejoong’s body met his with every thrust, and he jerked violently, body quaking through his orgasm.
Junsu pulled his mouth to his to kiss and Jaejoong shuddered, muffling the moan against Junsu’s mouth.
“Stay inside me,” Junsu whispered. “Stay ...”
Jaejoong nodded, breathless and sensitive.
Yunho removed his fingers, added more oil right to Jaejoong’s body, and then lined up his cock. Jaejoong was still a little tight. It’d been quite a few weeks since Yunho had fucked him. He used his finger as a guide and slowly pressed in to him.
Jaejoong moaned, setting his head on Junsu’s chest. His body arched as he pressed back, and then moved forward quickly to stay inside Junsu. His hands gripped the blankets by Junsu’s head and he panted, tongue out and lapping at Junsu’s sticky skin.
Yunho pumped his hips in and out of Jaejoong slowly, stretching him a bit at a time so as not to hurt him. It wasn’t doing much for his control though, and he gripped the base of his cock to keep from coming without even being completely inside Jaejoong.
It had definitely been too long.
When he was fully sheathed, he stopped to catch his breath, listening to his lovers’ deep breaths and soft whispers. He ran his hands up Jaejoong’s back, fingers again finding the purple swaths. He figured that Jaejoong was done being in charge for the night. He kept one hand at his hip and the other he put lower, touching Junsu’s leg where is lay almost flat against the furs and blankets. He set his own rhythm, nothing too fast or too rough (he didn’t want to interupt his lovers in whatever it was they were talking about), something just enough to make him want a little more. It was his own version of control. By the time he was ready to come, both of his lovers were heading for another. Jaejoong rocked back against him, and Junsu used his legs to keep all three of them together.
Yunho leaned over Jaejoong’s body and closed his mouth around a patch of bright blue skin. He muffled his moans as best he could, jerking forward with every pump of come into Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong whimpered, but kept moving, going a little faster. Yunho’s legs and arms were sore, and his back ached from a hit he had taken from the hilt of Jongup’s sword. He twisted and whimpered when his cock slipped free of Jaejoong’s body. He fell to the side of his lovers, one hand running up and down Junsu’s arms, and enjoyed the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He shivered again, this time from the cold air.
“All done already, Bambi?” Jaejoong asked.
Yunho smiled over at him and shrugged. “Only if you say we’re done, master.”
“We’re not done. You need to be fucked.”
Yunho nodded. “Yes, I do. Hard and until I’m begging to come.”
“You hear that, Heechul?” Jaejoong suddenly yelled. “I’m going to fuck him hard until he’s begging me to let him come.”
“Fuck you!”
and just because they are so sweet
Part 20: The Trust
Part 18: The Training
Part 17: The Traitor
Part 16: The Torture
Part 15: The Throne
Part 14: The Thwarted | Part 13: The Threats | Part 12: The Travail | Part 11: The Talk | Part 10: The Table | Part 9: The Treat | Part 8: The Tub | Part 7: The Tribe | 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 19: The Tent
This part contains a bit of wax play, just FYI.
The gray sky softened with light, and clouds turned pink and orange just beyond the Eastern mountains as the sun rose. Their away party was assembled and ready to go. Save for three people.
“You are not coming,” Heechul said again, pushing against Siwon’s strong chest.
“Yes, I am. I can’t just leave you.”
“So we’ll both leave Hangeng?” Heechul demanded.
“Then you’ll be alone.”
“We agreed yesterday that you were staying.”
Siwon smiled. “You were denying me orgasm until I agreed. Hardly fair.”
“You’re staying.”
Jaejoong turned to Yunho and gave him a pointed look.
“Siwon,” Yunho said. “Stay here.”
Siwon frowned, ignoring Heechul’s satisfied smirk.
Before he could argue against it again, Yunho said, “You are the closest to becoming a Governor on Shinki. If we fail, or if ... if ... we need a plan B.”
Siwon’s frown deepened.
“Please,” Heechul said, voice cracking. “Please.”
“Fine, but you better come back.”
Heechul smiled widely and then yanked Siwon’s head down for a kiss. “I have to. Jaejoong won’t let me play with Bambi. I’m going to be so horny when I get back.”
Hangeng joined their hug.
“Have I mentioned that I hate you?” Yoochun muttered from the horse next to Yunho.
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Frequently.”
“Okay, let’s go. We’re wasting daylight,” Jaejoong said. “Legs, don’t fuck up. Jong, don’t let him fuck up.”
Jonghun laughed and waved at him in dismissal.
Jaejoong yanked on the reigns of his horse and turned. Yoseob yelped in surprise and had to hastily put his arms around Jaejoong’s stomach to keep from falling off. Jaejoong did not apologize and he kicked the side of the horse and headed down the cobbled road.
“Little Insect, don’t get yourself killed,” Changmin yelled after him.
Jaejoong waved behind him, a certain finger up in the air.
Yunho smiled and met Yoona’s eyes. He really did hope she was pregnant, but there would be no way to know for at least a couple more weeks. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be gone and hated that he could not protect her, but he knew that leaving her here with Changmin was more protection than he could provide by taking her with. Changmin draped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. Yunho met Changmin’s fierce protective glare for a moment of understanding.
“Heechul,” Daehyun said and held out his hand.
It took another minute for Heechul to let go of Siwon and Hangeng, but he did, turning stiffly. He gripped Daehyun wrist and let the boy pull him onto the horse behind him.
Junsu arms tightened around his waist, and Yunho nodded. He turned the horse by gripping the reins the way Changmin had shown him and the mare followed after Jaejoong and Daehyun’s horses. Shindong and Hyunseung shared a horse. Yoochun had refused to sit with anyone else and no one wanted to sit with him anyway. Chansung and Nichkhun rode together, their horse behind Yoochun’s, and Jongup and Zelo brought up the rear of their small party.
Jaejoong, Jongup and Changmin decided that they’d pair up on horses instead of each getting their own. The three Doushitens had to take the horses back if everything was successful, and they didn’t want to leave those at the castle without a way to retreat if they had to. There were way more people that would need the horses if they were forced to evacuate.
Yunho did not mind having Junsu’s arms around his waist, warm breath against his cheek. He only wished that Jaejoong fit on the horse as well without burdening the horse too much. A cold wind blew from in front of them, cutting through the tight valley to the South. Yunho buried his face into the warm fur cuff around his neck. Junsu shivered and pulled himself closer to Yunho’s back. At least they were well prepared for the weather this time through the woods.
“When we set up camp,” Jongup said very slowly so Yunho could understand, “you take Jaejoong and ...” He winced and then said, “Sleep,” with a raised eyebrow.
Yunho smiled and nodded. “Okay.”
“Is the tent big enough for three?” Junsu asked.
Yunho turned his head enough to accept a kiss to his cheek. “Of course.”
Jongup looked between the two of them, confused.
Junsu laughed and said in Doushiten, “I want to sleep with my prince.”
Jongup looked startled for a moment and then laughed and nodded.
Any thoughts of this being a more relaxing trip (because of supplies and the company) quickly faded when they stopped to make camp just as the sun dipped behind the mountains, throwing an orange and yellow glow over the clear sky and snow. Jaejoong started on a fire and the Doushitens and Shindong, Hyunseung and Yoseob set up tents.
Except for Jongup. He approached Yunho with a grin and unsheathed his sword.
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered under his breath. “I thought I was taking Jaejoong to a tent.”
Junsu chuckled, kissed his cheek and then shuffled through the deep snow to where Jaejoong was crouching in front of smoking sticks and twigs. He didn’t say anything, just put his hand on Jaejoong’s shoulder, and Jaejoong smiled. Yunho was sure that Junsu couldn’t even see the smile, but Junsu had always been the best at knowing just what they needed.
Yunho caught a glimpse of something swinging toward his head and he ducked and fell into the snow with a cry.
The Doushitens laughed at him.
Jongup touched Yunho’s chin with his sword. “Dead. Pay attention.”
Yunho grumbled curses at him in both languages, pulling more laughter from the other Doushitens. He got to his feet and pulled out the sword. Jongup swung again and this time Yunho was able to block him, but he still wasn’t prepared enough and he lost his footing in the snow.
Jongup’s sword tip tapped his chin again. “Dead.”
Yunho took a deep breath and stood up. Snow melted against his skin and dripped down his back. Jongup gave him about three seconds to prepare himself. This time, he managed to block a few shots and even attacked once before Jongup had him on the ground again. The tip of Jongup’s sword dug into his side, his back and his neck before Jaejoong told them to stop and eat.
Yunho lay in the snow, staring up at the darkening sky and cursed his life and his sore limbs that were seizing from the cold.
Jaejoong stepped next to him, kicking snow into his face. “Sorry,” he said with a laugh.
“Fuck you.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “You know, for being from a family whose crest and seal are made of swords, I’d expect that you’d know how to use one.”
“I can fence,” Yunho said, sitting up. “This broadsword is different.”
“That is true. Your lover is doing much better with the bow.” Jaejoong gestured over his shoulder to where Junsu and Yoseob and Chansung were off to the side of the fire with Daehyun. They were all wielding bows and shooting arrows at a tree.
“Our lover,” Yunho said automatically as Jaejoong helped him to his feet.
“Dinner first,” Jaejoong whispered and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
While Yunho had been getting his ass handed to him, four large tents had been set up. The Doushitens were in one, Yoochun with his slaves in another, the other Shinki in the other, and Yunho, Jaejoong and Junsu in the last one. A large fire burned in the middle of them, and the horses were tethered by a tree a bit further away.
Meat sizzled and spit over the fire, and Yunho’s mouth watered. The nice thing about being in the wilderness was the hunting. While they ate, Jaejoong spoke to the other Doushitens, and it took a moment for Yunho to understand that they were setting up a watch schedule.
“You’re getting a lot better with the sword,” Junsu said.
Yunho snorted.
Junsu smiled. “Jaejoong just says you have to get used to the terrain. Train in every manageable situation. Kinda like sex.”
Yunho choked on his food and stared at his lover with wide eyes.
With a chuckle, Junsu said, “You know I’m right. And as a slave, you had to learn to be ready and willing no matter where you were. Living room, bed, kitchen, car, street corner.”
“A tent in the middle of the woods?”
Junsu laughed. “Of course. Are you done eating?”
“No. I haven’t had dessert yet.” Yunho leaned toward him and their lips touched lightly. Yunho wanted a deeper kiss, but Junsu kept the kiss light, despite Yunho’s whimpers.
“Take it to your tent, Bambi,” Heechul snapped.
“That is a great idea,” Yunho said.
Junsu smiled and curled against Yunho’s side. “Not until Jaejoong can join us.”
Yunho pouted but nodded.
“I can join you now,” Jaejoong said, sitting on Junsu’s other side. His hands went around Junsu’s waist with Yunho’s so they were both holding him between them. “I’ve been told that I am doing third watch and that I should be with you two right now. Apparently, Jongup thinks I need to get laid.”
“You do,” Junsu said. “You need to ride Yunho’s cock while he has me down his throat.”
Yunho moaned.
“Fuck you three,” Heechul said. “Take it to your tent.”
Jaejoong laughed and stood back up. He held out his hand for Junsu and Yunho kept his arms around Junsu’s shoulder while they both stood up. He smiled and let himself be led to a tent that was more spacious on the inside than he was expecting. The floor of the tent was covered in thick furs. Off to one side was a small chest. A lit candle in a sturdy holder and a basin of water sat on top of it.
“Wait,” Yunho said, pointing at it. “Where has that been this whole trip?”
Jaejoong smiled. “It’s collapsable and folds down into its parts.”
“Wow, cool,” Junsu said and kneeled in front of it. He pulled open the drawer and laughed hard enough that he fell over, but not before reaching into the drawer and pulling out a pot of oil.
Yunho looked over at Jaejoong’s smirk. “Always be prepared, huh?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Let’s get naked.” He followed his own advice and started pulling off his coats and thick pants.
“That tent is not soundproof!” Heechul shouted from outside.
“Then you better get used to me screaming Yunho’s name!” Junsu shouted back.
“Fuck you!”
Jaejoong smiled and kneeled in front of an almost naked Junsu. “Want something to gag on, shut you up?”
Junsu nodded, hands slipping into Jaejoong’s coat and going for the ties on his pants. Jaejoong looked over at Yunho and said, “You going to help him, Bambi?”
Yunho nodded and fell to this knees. He stayed a bit away from them and started pulling off the layers of clothes. He watched as Junsu pulled Jaejoong dick out and lapped at the head. Jaejoong’s head tilted back, mouth opening with a quiet moan.
“The air is so cold,” Jaejoong whispered, “but your mouth is hot.”
Junsu pushed forward and took all of Jaejoong into his throat. Jaejoong moaned and ran his hands over Junsu’s bare shoulders.
“Are you cold, baby?” Jaejoong whispered, drawing his fingernails over skin. It pebbled and turned pink. Junsu shivered and moved faster. “Good boy. Take more, take it all and faster and make yourself hot.”
Yunho shivered as his own skin went pink and pebbled from the cool air. He planned to keep his pants on until Jaejoong looked over at him and said, “Naked,” in a firm voice that Yunho had never been able to ignore.
Yunho pouted, but did as he was told and stripped. He sat back on his feet, knees slightly spread, hands on his own thighs. Even though it was cold, his cock was standing tall.
Gently, Jaejoong pulled Junsu off his cock. Junsu pouted and with a grin, Jaejoong pressed a kiss to his lips. “Go lay down and burrow in the blankets. Yunho is going to lay over you and you are going to suck each other off.”
“What are you going to do?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong grinned. “I have two beautiful bodies to play with.”
Junsu laughed. He moved to the middle of the blankets and lay flat on his back.
Jaejoong looked at Yunho with a raised eyebrow. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
“No, master,” Yunho replied, trying not to smirk, and quickly climbed over Junsu’s body, knees on either side of his head, hands on either side of his hips. Junsu ran his fingers up the insides of his thighs and cupped his balls. Yunho shivered from that and the cold. He tugged on the soft sacks and lifted his head. Warmth encased Yunho’s erection, and he moaned, spreading his legs and dropping his hips. He moved slowly in and out of Junsu’s mouth.
Fingers trailed over his cheek and he looked up, eyes already glassy from want, at a smiling Jaejoong. Jaejoong had taken off the heavy coat and shirts, but his pants were still on, unlaced, and he was stroking oil onto his dick.
“Hot mouth, huh?”
Yunho nodded.
“Be a good boy and suck on him, too. But quietly. You are not make any noise.”
Yunho swallowed but nodded. He wasn’t the best at keeping quiet when Junsu was sucking on his dick. And Junsu, the devil that he is, took the moment to tighten his throat and suck hard, and Yunho gasped out his name, and received a sharp slap to his cheek.
Yunho whimpered, lowered his head and would have apologized, but lapped at Junsu’s cock instead. It twitched under his tongue, and he smirked when Junsu moaned almost louder than he had. He turned his head and licked around the ridge of the head before sucking it up into his mouth. Junsu moaned again, and his hips rose. Yunho bobbed his head down at the same time, settling into a rhythm easily. Junsu lost focus on Yunho’s cock, and it slipped from his mouth. Yunho’s hips continued to move, sliding the soft head along Junsu’s neck.
Jaejoong gripped Junsu’s knees and pushed them up, forcing Yunho back, and Junsu’s dick deeper into his mouth. He settled Junsu’s ass on his thighs, keeping his legs spread with hands gripping his calf muscles.
“Keep sucking on him,” Jaejoong said. “Let’s make him come hard and fast.”
Yunho whimpered and sped up, but kept his eyes open on the perfect view of Jaejoong slipping his cock between Junsu’s gorgeous ass. Jaejoong released on leg, and Junsu unconsciously shifted to keep it up in the air. Jaejoong held his dick down, head against Junsu’s clenching entrance, and pushed, thrusting forward slowly.
Junsu moaned deeply and when Jaejoong didn’t pause, just kept going, he turned his head and bit down on Yunho’s thigh to muffle his moan. Yunho fought the urge to bite down to muffle his own and instead, turned his need into deeper and harder sucks on Junsu’s dick.
Jaejoong pulled out, even slower, and Junsu continued to scream into his skin, and breathe deeply through his nose.
Yunho tried his best to suck on Junsu as well as he could from the current angle.
“You like that Su-ah?” Jaejoong whispered, slowly pushing back into him. Junsu whined in agreement.
Yunho wanted to echo it, because liked it, too. Yunho loved watching it, watching Junsu clench around Jaejoong’s dick and pulse with each slow movement. But he wasn’t supposed to make a sound.
Junsu’s hands scratched up his thighs and dug into ass. The pain was just enough to pull a moan from Yunho’s throat, and he sped up, sucking harder and faster.
Jaejoong gripped Yunho by the hair with half a noise of reprimand.
Junsu took the freedom, tightened his legs around Jaejoong’s waist, and lifted his hips. The movement shoved himself into Yunho’s throat and then down on Jaejoong’s cock, over and over. Jaejoong used Yunho’s head and position to thrust faster and harder, and Yunho gagged, Junsu’s dick hitting the back of his throat at the wrong angle. But it was the right angle for Junsu. His moans and whimpers were muffled from under Yunho’s body.
“Come, baby,” Jaejoong gasped. “Make Yunho choke on your come.”
Yunho whimpered and gagged when he tried to breathe.
Jaejoong tangled one hand tighter in his hair and dropped the other to Junsu’s body. He gripped his balls, squeezing lightly. Another deep moan twisted from under Yunho.
“Come on, baby. Come on. Fill his mouth up. Use him like the little slave his is.”
“O-our slave,” Junsu gasped.
Yunho whined and tried to speed up.
Junsu shouted his name and his body froze for a second and then shuddered through an quick, violent orgasm. His release pumped into Yunho’s mouth, and Yunho did indeed choke on it. He wanted to pull away, but Jaejoong’s hands were in his hair again, holding him down. Yunho gagged, breathed, choked and then finally managed to swallow enough that Jaejoong let him up. He gasped, mouth open, come dripping to Junsu’s balls and sliding to where Jaejoong was still buried inside him.
Jaejoong pumped his hips slowly. “Clean it up, lover.”
Yunho swallowed the clinging mess in his mouth and licked his lips. He leaned forward and lapped at the stretched opening, where Jaejoong and Junsu met, and sucked on the shaft of Jaejoong’s dick.
“Oh, baby, so good.”
“Someone give me a kiss, damn it,” Junsu demanded and pinched Yunho’s inner thigh.
Jaejoong chuckled and pulled Yunho up by his hair. “Move, so I can kiss our needy lover.”
“I’m needy,” Yunho said and pouted.
“You’re also not supposed to be making noise, remember?”
His pout deepened.
Jaejoong gave him a bit of a push, and Yunho fell to his side with a huff. Without him in the way, Jaejoong curled over Junsu’s body, hips still moving in a slow thrust, and kissed him.
Yunho watched, wondering if he had permission to touch. He didn’t want to ask, and have that permission revoked, nor did he want to actually touch, and have that permission revoked.
Jaejoong pulled away from Junsu’s lips slowly. He smiled softly at him, moved sweaty hair off his head and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you. You keep me sane and happy and calm.”
Junsu smiled back, emotional tears filling his eyes. He nodded and gasped out a love confession. Their lips met again in a soft kiss.
“Do you trust me?” Jaejoong asked.
Junsu nodded. “With my life.”
Jaejoong pushed up to his knees, carefully to keep from sliding out of Junsu. His look of confusion change to one of panic when Jaejoong reached for the candle.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho warned.
Jaejoong ignored him, kept his eyes on Junsu. He held the candle in his hand, and then traded hands, and used the warmed skin to cup Junsu’s cheek. “Tell me no. Tell me not to. You know I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
Junsu swallowed deeply.
Yunho went to say Jaejoong’s name again, and then realized that he really had no idea what was going on.
Jaejoong kept his hand on Junsu’s cheek, their gazes locked. “You like it, he ruined it. Let me fix it.” The candle switched hands again, and this time, Jaejoong’s warmed hand went to Junsu’s limp cock, squeezing softly.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong whispered and nodded his head in Junsu’s direction.
Yunho wasn’t quite sure what Jaejoong wanted, but he moved to Junsu’s head, and Junsu’s hands lifted up and wrapped around him and pulled him close. Yunho shuffled forward, enough for Junsu to wrap his arms around Yunho’s waist and rest his head on his thigh.
“You trust me,” Jaejoong whispered, moving his hips slowly.
Junsu’s eyes shut tightly and he bit his lip, but his body responded to the movements and he nodded frantically.
Jaejoong kept one hand on his dick, stroking just a little. He tilted the candle holder. The clear wax pooled along the edge and then spilled over, dripping only three times onto Junsu’s skin, before Jaejoong straightened it. Junsu gasped eyes flying open. His entire body went stiff, hips arching off the bed and then resettling against Jaejoong’s body. His chest heaved with deep breaths and he his hands were digging painfully into Yunho’s skin.
“More?” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu’s eyes opened slowly. He licked his lips. And then he nodded.
With a beautiful smile, Jaejoong tilted the candle again. The wax dripped low on his chest, just below his nipples. More than a few drops and Junsu whimpered, body shaking and skin twitching from the heat. Again, Jaejoong stopped, waited until Junsu calmed down enough to whisper for more.
Slowly, clear drops formed along Junsu’s breastbone, up to his neck. And then went back down.
“Too bad this candle isn’t red,” Jaejoong whispered. “Your skin looks amazing right now, but it’d be better dotted with red.”
Junsu was gasping too much to formulate a response.
Jaejoong brought the candle lower, and Junsu’s eyes widened in panic. Jaejoong hushed him and said again to trust him, and Junsu relaxed. With one hand stroking Junsu’s hard cock, Jaejoong added drops of wax to the bends of his hips, his belly button and then his upper thighs.
Junsu keened, back arching, and the movement jostled Jaejoong enough that the candle tilted. A few drops of wax landed on his own hand and on Junsu’s cock, and Junsu screamed, body jolting through a very violent orgasm, harder than the first one, and he collapsed, whimpering while covering his chest in come.
Carefully, Jaejoong put the candle back, and then ran his hands up and down Junsu’s chest, spreading the mess. Their lips met hungrily, and Jaejoong jerked his hips forward, thrusting into Junsu roughly.
“You’re beautiful and amazing,” Jaejoong whispered. “So amazing. I love you.”
Junsu gasped and nodded. He moved his hands from Yunho’s body and tangled his hands in Jaejoong’s hair. He yanked them together for more kissing and muttered love between their lips.
Jaejoong suddenly turned his head. He smirked at Yunho.
“Come put that cock to use and fuck me, Bambi,” Jaejoong said, not bothering to whisper.
There was a strangled noise outside, a muffled yelp that sounded like Heechul.
Yunho grinned. “Yes, master.”
“I hate you all!” Heechul suddenly yelled.
Yunho carefully lowered Junsu back to the furs and moved behind Jaejoong. The pot of oil was on the floor of the tent, top loose, and he picked it up. He removed the top and dipped his fingers into it. He spread the oil around and between Jaejoong’s tattooed ass cheeks, following the lines up each curve.
Jaejoong moaned and said roughly, “Finger fuck me, damn it.”
Yunho chuckled and used both hands to spread Jaejoong open, hands gripping his ass tightly. He reached with one finger the flicked the furled skin.
Jaejoong cursed again.
With one more teasing flick, Yunho pressed his finger inside Jaejoong all at once. The muscles spasmed around him, and he leaned over Jaejoong and traced the purple lines of his tattoo with his tongue while pumping his fingers in and out of him. His body shook and his hips jerked forward quickly.
“Fuck, fuck fuck, Yunho, fuck.”
Yunho twisted his fingers and sped up, Jaejoong’s body met his with every thrust, and he jerked violently, body quaking through his orgasm.
Junsu pulled his mouth to his to kiss and Jaejoong shuddered, muffling the moan against Junsu’s mouth.
“Stay inside me,” Junsu whispered. “Stay ...”
Jaejoong nodded, breathless and sensitive.
Yunho removed his fingers, added more oil right to Jaejoong’s body, and then lined up his cock. Jaejoong was still a little tight. It’d been quite a few weeks since Yunho had fucked him. He used his finger as a guide and slowly pressed in to him.
Jaejoong moaned, setting his head on Junsu’s chest. His body arched as he pressed back, and then moved forward quickly to stay inside Junsu. His hands gripped the blankets by Junsu’s head and he panted, tongue out and lapping at Junsu’s sticky skin.
Yunho pumped his hips in and out of Jaejoong slowly, stretching him a bit at a time so as not to hurt him. It wasn’t doing much for his control though, and he gripped the base of his cock to keep from coming without even being completely inside Jaejoong.
It had definitely been too long.
When he was fully sheathed, he stopped to catch his breath, listening to his lovers’ deep breaths and soft whispers. He ran his hands up Jaejoong’s back, fingers again finding the purple swaths. He figured that Jaejoong was done being in charge for the night. He kept one hand at his hip and the other he put lower, touching Junsu’s leg where is lay almost flat against the furs and blankets. He set his own rhythm, nothing too fast or too rough (he didn’t want to interupt his lovers in whatever it was they were talking about), something just enough to make him want a little more. It was his own version of control. By the time he was ready to come, both of his lovers were heading for another. Jaejoong rocked back against him, and Junsu used his legs to keep all three of them together.
Yunho leaned over Jaejoong’s body and closed his mouth around a patch of bright blue skin. He muffled his moans as best he could, jerking forward with every pump of come into Jaejoong’s body. Jaejoong whimpered, but kept moving, going a little faster. Yunho’s legs and arms were sore, and his back ached from a hit he had taken from the hilt of Jongup’s sword. He twisted and whimpered when his cock slipped free of Jaejoong’s body. He fell to the side of his lovers, one hand running up and down Junsu’s arms, and enjoyed the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He shivered again, this time from the cold air.
“All done already, Bambi?” Jaejoong asked.
Yunho smiled over at him and shrugged. “Only if you say we’re done, master.”
“We’re not done. You need to be fucked.”
Yunho nodded. “Yes, I do. Hard and until I’m begging to come.”
“You hear that, Heechul?” Jaejoong suddenly yelled. “I’m going to fuck him hard until he’s begging me to let him come.”
“Fuck you!”
and just because they are so sweet
Part 20: The Trust
Part 18: The Training
Part 17: The Traitor
Part 16: The Torture
Part 15: The Throne
Part 14: The Thwarted | Part 13: The Threats | Part 12: The Travail | Part 11: The Talk | Part 10: The Table | Part 9: The Treat | Part 8: The Tub | Part 7: The Tribe | 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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