Rising Creatures of the East 9/???
A/N: To those who have already read this story: I changed this chapter a lot ... you might like it better now. You should definitely re-read it.
Title: Rising Creatures of the East 9/???
Rating: Chapters will range from PG - NC-17
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong (other pairings of other characters as well
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd tie them to the wall and use their skin as my paper. Can you imagine? Writing fanfics on Jaejoong's abs???
Warnings: AU, Fantasy
Summary: What do you get when you cross an elf, a vampire, a faerie, a zombie and a werewolf? A singing goup? No way!
A/N: This fic will contain members of other groups like Super Junior, Arashi, NEWS and other K-Pop, J-Rock bands. This fic also contains members from OneTVXQ forums.
This is a creature fic. The DBSK boys are
Jaejoong - Faerie
Yunho - Werewolf
Yoochun - Vampire
Junsu - Elf
Changmin - Zombie
Chapter 9:
A couple hours before dawn, Yoochun opened the door to his room. He smiled at Junsu’s sleeping body. He was on his stomach on top of the covers. He wore only sweats. The muscles in his back rose and fell with each breath. Yoochun slipped out of his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head.
He crawled into bed. Junsu shifted and then woke up enough to smile at him. Yoochun kissed his cheek.
“You okay?” Junsu asked.
“Yeah. No vampires around for the moment.”
“’Cept you. But you’re a good one, so it’s okay.” Junsu arched up, pressing his back against Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun shivered. He wrapped an arm around Junsu’s middle and kissed his neck.
“Bite me,” Junsu breathed.
“But-”
“I’ll heal it.”
Yoochun only hesitated for another moment. He sat back, lifting Junsu with him, so they both ended up kneeling with Junsu’s body still pressed against his. And then, against his better judgment, he sank his fangs into the elf’s neck.
Fresh, rich blood poured down his throat.
“Oh, fuck, Chunnie.” Junsu’s hands went above his head, wrapping around his neck as he thrust back against Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun moaned. One arm across Junsu’s chest held him up, but his other arm lay across the elf’s hips. Every thrust from Junsu slid his cock along Yoochun’s arm.
“Touch me, Yoochun,” he whispered, voice weak, breathy. “Please.”
Yoochun pulled his fangs away from Junsu’s neck, his own breath gasping. Junsu whimpered, trying to rock against him again. He moved his arms, and then tried to push down his sweats.
Yoochun tightened his hold. “Su?”
“What?” he whimpered.
“I can’t-”
“God, Chunnie, don’t say that. I want you, please, just … please.” He continued his thrusting, turning his head. He tried to kiss Yoochun, but Yoochun turned his face away.
Junsu whimpered in frustration. He continued rocking against Yoochun’s body and then slid a hand into his sweats, pumping his own cock. His head fell back on Yoochun’s shoulder.
Yoochun watched, without breathing, as the head of Junsu’s cock glistened. And then he couldn’t watch anymore, shutting his eyes as the feelings of Junsu sliding against him were too much. He growled, frustrated because god, he wanted Junsu so badly but he wanted more than blood, more than sex, more than bodies pressing together.
“How old are you, Junsu?” Yoochun pushed a hand between their bodies to undo his jeans. A small shift and he hand them pushed down enough to free his erection. They both moaned as Junsu settled back, Yoochun’s cock pressed between his ass cheeks. Yoochun shifted, sliding it over his skin.
“How old are you? In human years?”
Junsu stopped the movement of his hand. Yoochun kissed his neck, hand sliding under the sweats. He gripped Junsu’s cock, warm, almost hot, to his cold skin. Junsu moaned as Yoochun started stroking in time with the slow thrusts against Junsu’s ass.
“Answer me, please.”
Junsu gasped. “Forty-three.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“Just once.”
Yoochun continued to lay kisses along Junsu’s neck and shoulders. “Love is a fickle matter.”
Pleasure coiled through Yoochun’s body and he sped up both his hands and body. Junsu’s arms wrapped around his neck again, and this time, when he leaned back for a kiss, Yoochun didn’t deny him. Their lips pressed together, tongues slipping shallow, quick, matching breaths, movements speeding.
Junsu’s mind was fogging, racing through thoughts of pleasure and love and why did Yoochun ask that now? But he couldn’t think past the feel of the cold skin working his cock, the hardness sliding over his ass. But it wasn’t enough. He pulled away from Yoochun’s lips and tilted his head to the side.
“Yoochun-ah, bite me again, please, please.”
Yoochun shivered. He licked the wound already in Junsu’s neck, dug his tongue into one of the punctures.
“Oh, fuck,” Junsu moaned. “More, please, please. Please Chunnie.”
Yoochun scraped his fangs over skin.
Junsu cried out, thrusting into his hand and then against his body.
Two sharp points of pain shot through his neck, but it was what he was waiting for. Junsu cried out.
Yoochun wanted to close his eyes, close them and relish in the blood flowing down his throat, but he kept them open, wide, trained on the pulsing cock in his hand.
“Yoochun! Fuck!” Junsu screamed.
White come spurted from his cock, covering Yoochun’s hand.
Junsu’s body went slack, breath gasping, head lolling to Yoochun’s shoulder. A steady stream of whimpers left his throat.
Yoochun decided he quite liked seeing Junsu like that.
Another minute of thrusting against Junsu had Yoochun’s body swimming with pleasure. Almost belatedly he realized he still had fangs in Junsu’s neck and he retracted them, instead pressing lips to the sated elf’s shoulder.
Junsu’s hand came up again and slid into his hair. He pulled their heads together, kissing with a shallow tongue. Yoochun moaned, sped up a tiny bit. A tiny twist of his hips and an obscene moan from Junsu was enough and he came over Junsu’s ass. He couldn’t stop moving, jerking as his orgasm refused to fade for long moments.
Junsu sighed, body now completely loose, hand running through Yoochun’s sweaty hair.
“Wow,” Junsu muttered, smiling. “Fantastic.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Yes, you are.”
The small curve of lips blossomed into a full smile and Junsu laughed loudly. He shifted around, but keeping a hold of Yoochun until they were laying down, Yoochun above him. He pressed kisses to Junsu’s chest.
Junsu giggled. “Why the questions about love, Chunnie?”
Yoochun stiffened, but didn’t look at Junsu. He continued kissing his body.
“You’re incredibly sensitive for a vampire,” Junsu said, running hands down Yoochun’s back. “And you wear your emotions like a piece of flashy jewelry. It’s like, here, look at me, see what I am! It’s odd.”
Yoochun didn’t reply.
“I’m not playing with you,” Junsu continued, arching a bit when Yoochun’s lips pressed against a nipple. “I like you, Yoochun. I really, really like you.”
Yoochun smiled, heart a bit lighter. “I like you, too.”
“Really?” Junsu said with a laugh. “I couldn’t tell.” He grabbed Yoochun’s face. He brought their lips together again. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up.”
v-v
Jae lay awake, one arm behind his head. Thinking of Yunho. Again.
He sighed, slightly disgusted with himself that this werewolf was invading his thoughts. But he hadn’t imagined the little flicker of attraction Yunho showed him last night. Even if he was doing that cat, Yunho was attracted to him. Even if it was just a little bit.
And why the hell didn’t that disgust him like it should have? Werewolves were not worthy enough to like a faerie. Fascinated and controlled by, yes, but not attracted to. Not in the way Yunho’s body and energy had responded to his.
Jae sighed. God, why did he even fucking care?
As dawn approached and whimpers and moans echoed from the vampire’s rooms, Jae resigned himself to no sleep. He got up, threw on a pair of sweat pants and headed to the kitchen.
He put up a barrier at the vampire’s door, cutting off the sounds of pleasure. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice.
Jae frowned and then sighed. He wanted to taunt the wolf, touch him and revel in Yunho’s embarrassment, but he couldn’t mock him like that.
A little part of his brain reminded him that he had enjoyed being next to Yunho’s body just as much as Yunho had enjoyed it.
Could he get the wolf? He scoffed. Of course, he could. Did he want to? Let the wolf touch him and …
Jae shivered, but not in disgust like he should have. The thought of those hands on his skin had his body tingling.
But Yunho wouldn’t just climb into bed with him because he was pretty. Yunho had made it painfully clear that yes, Jae was gorgeous (of course he was) but that was it.
And for some reason that hurt. And Jae couldn’t understand why. Not completely anyway. But if he wanted Yunho, he wouldn’t be able to rely on his beauty.
God damn it. He wanted Yunho.
Jae put his face in his hands and let out a muffled scream of frustration.
v-v
Yunho was instantly awake, ears picking up sounds of distress.
Pleasure, his tired mind told him, and he relaxed. He gathered Athena closer to him and kissed her shoulder. He had a ‘never stay over’ rule that the girl kept breaking, but he really didn’t mind. He liked waking up next to her, her multicolored hair splayed over his chest and stomach.
She stirred against him and mumbled his name.
He laughed and then slowly pulled away. With one more kiss between her shoulder blades, he got out of bed and went to make coffee.
The faerie had beat him to it. He stood at the counter, white sleep pants flowing around him. The edges of his wings formed an intricate, yet sheer screen, leaving his back, arm and shoulder muscles on display.
Jaejoong turned at the sound of Yunho’s sharp intake of breath and handed him a cup. “Here. One cream, bit of almond flavoring. No sugar.”
Yunho raised his eyebrows. He took the cup, eyed it, and making sure Jae was watching, sniffed it.
“I didn’t poison it,” Jae said with a huff.
Yunho scoffed. “Never hurts to be cautious.” He took a sip of the coffee and closed his eyes in pleasure.
Jaejoong stared, mentally traced the curve of abs with his tongue and the top of those sweats with his fingers. God, that body was utter perfection.
Jae snorted.
“What?” Yunho said.
“Just wondering why the powers that be wasted such a great body on a werewolf,” Jae said, and cursed the tiny note of longing in his voice.
Yunho raised an eyebrow. Again.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” Yunho demanded.
“Like I’m … like I’m … ” Crazy, his mind finished for him, but he said, “Whatever. Just stop.”
“Sorry sorry, but who are you, and what have you done with Jaejoong? The Jae I know does not care about how a werewolf likes his coffee and the Jae I know would not toss, not one but two compliments at a werewolf about his body. Even if they’re underhanded compliments, they’re still compliments.”
Jae didn’t reply. What was he supposed to say? Well, Yunho, I’m falling in love with you?
Jae’s breath caught. Fuck. And he knew that was true. He screamed in his head, and hotly denied it. But it was more than just Yunho’s body that he wanted.
Flustered and even more pissed off at himself, Jae snapped, “Fine, then. You’re not worthy to be drinking coffee made by me anyway.” He flicked his fingers at Yunho, blinding him for a moment, and the hot coffee spilled down his front and the cup shattered on the floor.
“What the hell?” he demanded.
Jae headed for the door, but Yunho grabbed his arm. And Jae did not shiver at the contact, no, he did not, nor did he shiver at the strange yellowish glow behind the werewolf’s eyes.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Jae could feel their energy mingling, and wondered if Yunho could. Jae’s energy was supposed to retract from wolves, but not with Yunho. It jumped, and vibrated.
Yunho fought back a shiver as a strange blue glow floated through Jae’s eyes. His skin prickled, hair raising like he was about to spring from a hiding spot onto unsuspecting prey.
“Thank you for the coffee. It was good,” Yunho said, and it came out with a touch of a growl.
Jae shivered.
Yunho released him as a shot of pleasure overwhelmed the anger flying off Jae. He stepped back, slightly scared, and confused. He turned and went to the coffee pot.
Jae watched him, opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it. He flicked his fingers again, cleaning the coffee off Yunho’s body.
He passed the cat in the hall, and didn’t hold back the sneer at her. She just rolled her eyes and continued to the kitchen.
Yunho drank his coffee, staring into the cup. He made his coffee the same way every morning. And yet, the cup Jae had made tasted better than the one in his hand.
Jae had made him coffee. Jae. The most selfish faerie he’d ever met. Made him coffee. Yunho remembered the thrill from yesterday from being so close to Jae’s body. And then remembered Jae’s body. All muscles. All angles and hip bones and broad shoulders.
And that blue-tinged energy.
He shook himself.
“You okay there, handsome?”
Yunho smiled at Athena, pulled her close and kissed her. “Just worried about today’s schedule.”
They were supposed to go back to the recording studio this morning, and yet, Junsu and Jae were still avoiding each other and Changmin wasn’t talking to any of them.
“You’re a good leader,” she said.
He grunted.
“No, you are. According to society, you shouldn’t care about any of these guys. And yet, they put you in this position and you’re doing it.”
“For selfish reasons,” he said. “I want to sing and perform again.”
“You’re still doing it.”
He sighed.
Athena knew that nothing she could say would placate him. She wanted to bring up the faerie, but decided it was a bad time.
“I’m going to go,” she said.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her. “I know you’re trying to help and I appreciate it.”
He saw her out, and then stood in the darkened living room for a moment contemplating what she said. He didn’t want to do this, be the leader of a rabble of creatures, but now he was pretty sure that he trusted Yoochun at his back, cared about Changmin like a little brother and considered Junsu a good friend. Jae … well, he might have been a little bit in love with Jae, but he blamed it on the faerie-ness of him, and not on the fact that he could be funny when he wasn’t being mean, nor on the way his broad shoulders slimmed down to his trim waist.
He shook himself away from that image and headed down the hall. “You all better be awake,” he shouted. “We have to be at the studio in an hour.”
He received four affirmations back, and then went in to shower.
Chapter 10: And no throwing pieces of Changmin at each other either.
Chapter 8: A bit hypocritical, aren’t you, Jae
Chapter 7: I thought it was illegal for you people to eat off humans.
Chapter 6: He’s our leader. He speaks for us.
Chapter 5: Scavengers, hunters, sneaky little things.
Chapter 4: Do you know what I want now?
Chapter 3: Jae waited for the three of them to swoon or something.
Chapter 2: Try not to touch me unless I allow it and I know your hands are clean.
Chapter 1: I swear if you three don’t shut up, I’m going to go vampire lord on all of your asses!”.
Title: Rising Creatures of the East 9/???
Rating: Chapters will range from PG - NC-17
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong (other pairings of other characters as well
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd tie them to the wall and use their skin as my paper. Can you imagine? Writing fanfics on Jaejoong's abs???
Warnings: AU, Fantasy
Summary: What do you get when you cross an elf, a vampire, a faerie, a zombie and a werewolf? A singing goup? No way!
A/N: This fic will contain members of other groups like Super Junior, Arashi, NEWS and other K-Pop, J-Rock bands. This fic also contains members from OneTVXQ forums.
This is a creature fic. The DBSK boys are
Jaejoong - Faerie
Yunho - Werewolf
Yoochun - Vampire
Junsu - Elf
Changmin - Zombie
Chapter 9:
A couple hours before dawn, Yoochun opened the door to his room. He smiled at Junsu’s sleeping body. He was on his stomach on top of the covers. He wore only sweats. The muscles in his back rose and fell with each breath. Yoochun slipped out of his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head.
He crawled into bed. Junsu shifted and then woke up enough to smile at him. Yoochun kissed his cheek.
“You okay?” Junsu asked.
“Yeah. No vampires around for the moment.”
“’Cept you. But you’re a good one, so it’s okay.” Junsu arched up, pressing his back against Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun shivered. He wrapped an arm around Junsu’s middle and kissed his neck.
“Bite me,” Junsu breathed.
“But-”
“I’ll heal it.”
Yoochun only hesitated for another moment. He sat back, lifting Junsu with him, so they both ended up kneeling with Junsu’s body still pressed against his. And then, against his better judgment, he sank his fangs into the elf’s neck.
Fresh, rich blood poured down his throat.
“Oh, fuck, Chunnie.” Junsu’s hands went above his head, wrapping around his neck as he thrust back against Yoochun’s body.
Yoochun moaned. One arm across Junsu’s chest held him up, but his other arm lay across the elf’s hips. Every thrust from Junsu slid his cock along Yoochun’s arm.
“Touch me, Yoochun,” he whispered, voice weak, breathy. “Please.”
Yoochun pulled his fangs away from Junsu’s neck, his own breath gasping. Junsu whimpered, trying to rock against him again. He moved his arms, and then tried to push down his sweats.
Yoochun tightened his hold. “Su?”
“What?” he whimpered.
“I can’t-”
“God, Chunnie, don’t say that. I want you, please, just … please.” He continued his thrusting, turning his head. He tried to kiss Yoochun, but Yoochun turned his face away.
Junsu whimpered in frustration. He continued rocking against Yoochun’s body and then slid a hand into his sweats, pumping his own cock. His head fell back on Yoochun’s shoulder.
Yoochun watched, without breathing, as the head of Junsu’s cock glistened. And then he couldn’t watch anymore, shutting his eyes as the feelings of Junsu sliding against him were too much. He growled, frustrated because god, he wanted Junsu so badly but he wanted more than blood, more than sex, more than bodies pressing together.
“How old are you, Junsu?” Yoochun pushed a hand between their bodies to undo his jeans. A small shift and he hand them pushed down enough to free his erection. They both moaned as Junsu settled back, Yoochun’s cock pressed between his ass cheeks. Yoochun shifted, sliding it over his skin.
“How old are you? In human years?”
Junsu stopped the movement of his hand. Yoochun kissed his neck, hand sliding under the sweats. He gripped Junsu’s cock, warm, almost hot, to his cold skin. Junsu moaned as Yoochun started stroking in time with the slow thrusts against Junsu’s ass.
“Answer me, please.”
Junsu gasped. “Forty-three.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“Just once.”
Yoochun continued to lay kisses along Junsu’s neck and shoulders. “Love is a fickle matter.”
Pleasure coiled through Yoochun’s body and he sped up both his hands and body. Junsu’s arms wrapped around his neck again, and this time, when he leaned back for a kiss, Yoochun didn’t deny him. Their lips pressed together, tongues slipping shallow, quick, matching breaths, movements speeding.
Junsu’s mind was fogging, racing through thoughts of pleasure and love and why did Yoochun ask that now? But he couldn’t think past the feel of the cold skin working his cock, the hardness sliding over his ass. But it wasn’t enough. He pulled away from Yoochun’s lips and tilted his head to the side.
“Yoochun-ah, bite me again, please, please.”
Yoochun shivered. He licked the wound already in Junsu’s neck, dug his tongue into one of the punctures.
“Oh, fuck,” Junsu moaned. “More, please, please. Please Chunnie.”
Yoochun scraped his fangs over skin.
Junsu cried out, thrusting into his hand and then against his body.
Two sharp points of pain shot through his neck, but it was what he was waiting for. Junsu cried out.
Yoochun wanted to close his eyes, close them and relish in the blood flowing down his throat, but he kept them open, wide, trained on the pulsing cock in his hand.
“Yoochun! Fuck!” Junsu screamed.
White come spurted from his cock, covering Yoochun’s hand.
Junsu’s body went slack, breath gasping, head lolling to Yoochun’s shoulder. A steady stream of whimpers left his throat.
Yoochun decided he quite liked seeing Junsu like that.
Another minute of thrusting against Junsu had Yoochun’s body swimming with pleasure. Almost belatedly he realized he still had fangs in Junsu’s neck and he retracted them, instead pressing lips to the sated elf’s shoulder.
Junsu’s hand came up again and slid into his hair. He pulled their heads together, kissing with a shallow tongue. Yoochun moaned, sped up a tiny bit. A tiny twist of his hips and an obscene moan from Junsu was enough and he came over Junsu’s ass. He couldn’t stop moving, jerking as his orgasm refused to fade for long moments.
Junsu sighed, body now completely loose, hand running through Yoochun’s sweaty hair.
“Wow,” Junsu muttered, smiling. “Fantastic.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Yes, you are.”
The small curve of lips blossomed into a full smile and Junsu laughed loudly. He shifted around, but keeping a hold of Yoochun until they were laying down, Yoochun above him. He pressed kisses to Junsu’s chest.
Junsu giggled. “Why the questions about love, Chunnie?”
Yoochun stiffened, but didn’t look at Junsu. He continued kissing his body.
“You’re incredibly sensitive for a vampire,” Junsu said, running hands down Yoochun’s back. “And you wear your emotions like a piece of flashy jewelry. It’s like, here, look at me, see what I am! It’s odd.”
Yoochun didn’t reply.
“I’m not playing with you,” Junsu continued, arching a bit when Yoochun’s lips pressed against a nipple. “I like you, Yoochun. I really, really like you.”
Yoochun smiled, heart a bit lighter. “I like you, too.”
“Really?” Junsu said with a laugh. “I couldn’t tell.” He grabbed Yoochun’s face. He brought their lips together again. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up.”
v-v
Jae lay awake, one arm behind his head. Thinking of Yunho. Again.
He sighed, slightly disgusted with himself that this werewolf was invading his thoughts. But he hadn’t imagined the little flicker of attraction Yunho showed him last night. Even if he was doing that cat, Yunho was attracted to him. Even if it was just a little bit.
And why the hell didn’t that disgust him like it should have? Werewolves were not worthy enough to like a faerie. Fascinated and controlled by, yes, but not attracted to. Not in the way Yunho’s body and energy had responded to his.
Jae sighed. God, why did he even fucking care?
As dawn approached and whimpers and moans echoed from the vampire’s rooms, Jae resigned himself to no sleep. He got up, threw on a pair of sweat pants and headed to the kitchen.
He put up a barrier at the vampire’s door, cutting off the sounds of pleasure. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice.
Jae frowned and then sighed. He wanted to taunt the wolf, touch him and revel in Yunho’s embarrassment, but he couldn’t mock him like that.
A little part of his brain reminded him that he had enjoyed being next to Yunho’s body just as much as Yunho had enjoyed it.
Could he get the wolf? He scoffed. Of course, he could. Did he want to? Let the wolf touch him and …
Jae shivered, but not in disgust like he should have. The thought of those hands on his skin had his body tingling.
But Yunho wouldn’t just climb into bed with him because he was pretty. Yunho had made it painfully clear that yes, Jae was gorgeous (of course he was) but that was it.
And for some reason that hurt. And Jae couldn’t understand why. Not completely anyway. But if he wanted Yunho, he wouldn’t be able to rely on his beauty.
God damn it. He wanted Yunho.
Jae put his face in his hands and let out a muffled scream of frustration.
v-v
Yunho was instantly awake, ears picking up sounds of distress.
Pleasure, his tired mind told him, and he relaxed. He gathered Athena closer to him and kissed her shoulder. He had a ‘never stay over’ rule that the girl kept breaking, but he really didn’t mind. He liked waking up next to her, her multicolored hair splayed over his chest and stomach.
She stirred against him and mumbled his name.
He laughed and then slowly pulled away. With one more kiss between her shoulder blades, he got out of bed and went to make coffee.
The faerie had beat him to it. He stood at the counter, white sleep pants flowing around him. The edges of his wings formed an intricate, yet sheer screen, leaving his back, arm and shoulder muscles on display.
Jaejoong turned at the sound of Yunho’s sharp intake of breath and handed him a cup. “Here. One cream, bit of almond flavoring. No sugar.”
Yunho raised his eyebrows. He took the cup, eyed it, and making sure Jae was watching, sniffed it.
“I didn’t poison it,” Jae said with a huff.
Yunho scoffed. “Never hurts to be cautious.” He took a sip of the coffee and closed his eyes in pleasure.
Jaejoong stared, mentally traced the curve of abs with his tongue and the top of those sweats with his fingers. God, that body was utter perfection.
Jae snorted.
“What?” Yunho said.
“Just wondering why the powers that be wasted such a great body on a werewolf,” Jae said, and cursed the tiny note of longing in his voice.
Yunho raised an eyebrow. Again.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” Yunho demanded.
“Like I’m … like I’m … ” Crazy, his mind finished for him, but he said, “Whatever. Just stop.”
“Sorry sorry, but who are you, and what have you done with Jaejoong? The Jae I know does not care about how a werewolf likes his coffee and the Jae I know would not toss, not one but two compliments at a werewolf about his body. Even if they’re underhanded compliments, they’re still compliments.”
Jae didn’t reply. What was he supposed to say? Well, Yunho, I’m falling in love with you?
Jae’s breath caught. Fuck. And he knew that was true. He screamed in his head, and hotly denied it. But it was more than just Yunho’s body that he wanted.
Flustered and even more pissed off at himself, Jae snapped, “Fine, then. You’re not worthy to be drinking coffee made by me anyway.” He flicked his fingers at Yunho, blinding him for a moment, and the hot coffee spilled down his front and the cup shattered on the floor.
“What the hell?” he demanded.
Jae headed for the door, but Yunho grabbed his arm. And Jae did not shiver at the contact, no, he did not, nor did he shiver at the strange yellowish glow behind the werewolf’s eyes.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Jae could feel their energy mingling, and wondered if Yunho could. Jae’s energy was supposed to retract from wolves, but not with Yunho. It jumped, and vibrated.
Yunho fought back a shiver as a strange blue glow floated through Jae’s eyes. His skin prickled, hair raising like he was about to spring from a hiding spot onto unsuspecting prey.
“Thank you for the coffee. It was good,” Yunho said, and it came out with a touch of a growl.
Jae shivered.
Yunho released him as a shot of pleasure overwhelmed the anger flying off Jae. He stepped back, slightly scared, and confused. He turned and went to the coffee pot.
Jae watched him, opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it. He flicked his fingers again, cleaning the coffee off Yunho’s body.
He passed the cat in the hall, and didn’t hold back the sneer at her. She just rolled her eyes and continued to the kitchen.
Yunho drank his coffee, staring into the cup. He made his coffee the same way every morning. And yet, the cup Jae had made tasted better than the one in his hand.
Jae had made him coffee. Jae. The most selfish faerie he’d ever met. Made him coffee. Yunho remembered the thrill from yesterday from being so close to Jae’s body. And then remembered Jae’s body. All muscles. All angles and hip bones and broad shoulders.
And that blue-tinged energy.
He shook himself.
“You okay there, handsome?”
Yunho smiled at Athena, pulled her close and kissed her. “Just worried about today’s schedule.”
They were supposed to go back to the recording studio this morning, and yet, Junsu and Jae were still avoiding each other and Changmin wasn’t talking to any of them.
“You’re a good leader,” she said.
He grunted.
“No, you are. According to society, you shouldn’t care about any of these guys. And yet, they put you in this position and you’re doing it.”
“For selfish reasons,” he said. “I want to sing and perform again.”
“You’re still doing it.”
He sighed.
Athena knew that nothing she could say would placate him. She wanted to bring up the faerie, but decided it was a bad time.
“I’m going to go,” she said.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her. “I know you’re trying to help and I appreciate it.”
He saw her out, and then stood in the darkened living room for a moment contemplating what she said. He didn’t want to do this, be the leader of a rabble of creatures, but now he was pretty sure that he trusted Yoochun at his back, cared about Changmin like a little brother and considered Junsu a good friend. Jae … well, he might have been a little bit in love with Jae, but he blamed it on the faerie-ness of him, and not on the fact that he could be funny when he wasn’t being mean, nor on the way his broad shoulders slimmed down to his trim waist.
He shook himself away from that image and headed down the hall. “You all better be awake,” he shouted. “We have to be at the studio in an hour.”
He received four affirmations back, and then went in to shower.
Chapter 10: And no throwing pieces of Changmin at each other either.
Chapter 8: A bit hypocritical, aren’t you, Jae
Chapter 7: I thought it was illegal for you people to eat off humans.
Chapter 6: He’s our leader. He speaks for us.
Chapter 5: Scavengers, hunters, sneaky little things.
Chapter 4: Do you know what I want now?
Chapter 3: Jae waited for the three of them to swoon or something.
Chapter 2: Try not to touch me unless I allow it and I know your hands are clean.
Chapter 1: I swear if you three don’t shut up, I’m going to go vampire lord on all of your asses!”.