From the Rooftops 1/2
Title: From the Rooftops 1/2
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd totally jump them.
Summary: Changmin lands himself into a complicated situation when he falls through a skylight and into a gangster's garden. But what should he choose: freedom or love?
A/N: Spur of the moment fic and it is dedicated to the harshest JaeMin shipper I know back_to_five! I hope you like it!
Poster by back_to_five!! It's perfect!
Part 1:
The authorities call Changmin a thief.
Changmin calls himself a jumper. Smart. Quick. Careful. He knows how to drop in and out of places with his prize in hand. Changmin also likes to believe that he is the reason why Accurate Laser Illuminating Criminal Entrapments (or ALICEs) are installed on rooftops around the city. They’re so easy to avoid, the blue strand of light is bright in the clearest nights, even when there’s a full moon. Changmin doesn’t jump when it’s cloudy. A wicked rain or even a small amount of condensation can cause him to slip off a roof’s edge and plummet to his death.
He is lucky enough to be choosy when it comes to his particular talents and only take the jobs he wants.
The air is warm on his face as he lopes over a broad rooftop. His target (a diamond and gold necklace that will be melted down upon delivery) is secure in the pack under his shirt. He turns right at the edge and speeds up, legs pumping. Two meters from the edge, he plans his jump. Where to plant his feet, where to land on the other side. It’s easy, and the landing barely jarrs him. He continues, jumping over an ALICE on the building, and keeps going to the next and the next. The building after that is higher, but that has never stopped Changmin before.
He jumps, plants a foot on the bricks in front of him, and uses his momentum to push up, gripping a ledge with one hand and propelling himself up to another. He loses speed on jumps like these, but he’s scaled this building from the ground before. He knows all of its secrets.
A spotlight scours the air, and Changmin fights a laugh. The shadows it creates are easy to hide in. He continues. The hardest part of this run is a jump near the end that is almost three times as wide as the others. Changmin isn’t out of breath yet, but he can feel the strain in his legs. He still has to run home after this. He ponders going ground level, but there are more ALICEs to avoid. He makes the jump, foot catching the edge just barely and it sends him sprawling.
He tries to gain his feet and continue on, but curses beautifully at the open skylight that he isn’t expecting and he spins to avoid it, foot wavering close to the ALICE that zigzags across the roof. Falling into a room is definitely better than setting off an alarm, and Changmin has no choice and hopes he can find an easy way out.
It’s all done in a second and Changmin falls tmuch further than he expects, landing hard in something soft and green that looks suspiciously like grass, but grass does not exist in the city. There is nothing green. No trees. No ponds. No flowers.
And no angels.
Yet one leans over him, smiling. Mouth moving. Changmin moans, blinking. And then darkness.
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Dizzy. Changmin is dizzy. Something cool presses against his lips and liquid splashes over his mouth. He swallows water.
“There you go. There you go. You’re okay.”
Changmin twists his body and winces at pain up his spine.
“Don’t move, baby. Don’t move. Your leg hasn’t healed completely yet.”
Changmin moans and his eyes flutter open. The same angel is leaning over him. Blond hair. Pale, perfect skin. Soft smile.
Water splashes over his lips again. He tries to sit up to drink, but his arms won’t move, and water spills down his chest. His eyes focus above him. His hands are handcuffed to two trees, and he shouts, yanking at them, kicking at the blond angel.
Pain cuts through his entire body and he moans, sagging back against the soft, green grass at his back.
The angel laughs. “Silly baby. I knew you’d try something. That’s why you’re handcuffed. And I don’t know if I can trust you yet.”
Changmin suddenly realizes he is wearing nothing but his boxerbriefs. He struggles again. Fuck, his clothes. Fuck, his pouch. Fuck, his life. If he doesn’t get that delivery done, he’s fucked.
“Don’t worry about your delivery,” the man says and sits next to Changmin’s body. He lays a hand against Changmin’s bare chest, right where his pouch sits when he is jumping. “I had a man take it to Yunho for you, so your perfect reputation is not spoiled.”
Changmin’s eyes widen and his head clears enough to think through the panic.
“I know exactly who you are, Max. Shim Changmin. Thief, on the police’s top twenty most wanted. Yunho speaks highly of you. Many of my men and business speak highly of your abilities.”
“Who-who are you?”
The man smiles. “Pretty sure you called me an angel in your delirium. Most people call me Hero. But you can call me Jaejoong.”
Changmin’s eyes widen even further at the mention of the notorious leader of the largest gang in the city. Untouchable. Uncatchable. Unknown. Unseen. Whispers. Rumors.
And Changmin landed right in his garden.
Well, fuck.
“I’m going to uncuff one of your wrists so you can sit up and eat,” Jaejoong says. “Don’t do anything stupid. I know about fifteen different ways to kill a man with just my fingers.”
Changmin scoffs.
Jaejoong smirks. “If I’m lying, I’m lying, but really, only one way to kill a man with my fingers is all you need to worry about.”
Changmin laughs before he can stop himself.
Jaejoong smiles, and Changmin’s heart flutters, and that is so not good. Being mostly naked, chained to a tree, with a gorgeous man hovering over him is so not good. Or at least, not in this situation.
“What do you want from me?” Changmin asks as Jaejoong unlocks one of the cuffs. He takes Changmin’s hand, helps him sit up, and rubs the skin, smiling at Changmin.
“I want you to eat,” Jaejoong says and gets up just long enough to grab a plate of food from cart.
He sits down and scoops up meat with his chopsticks.
Meat. Actual meat. Not tofu. Not kimchi. Not pre-made, fake, tastes-just-like-meat cubed into perfect squares. Changmin’s mouth is open in shock, and Jaejoong shoves the meat into his mouth.
Changmin moans, eyes shutting as the flavors attack his tongue. It’s the most spiritual experience Changmin has ever had, and for once, he believes in the ancient ideas of a deity.
“Does it taste okay?”
Changmin opens his eyes. Jaejoong is biting his lower lip. Unsure. “Delicious. I’ve never eaten meat.”
“So you can’t compare,” Jaejoong says.
“It’s the best thing that has ever been in my mouth.”
Jaejoong raises an eyebrow. “Too bad.”
Changmin catches on to the innuendo and fights off a blush. “I like food. Food is what I splurge on after a jump. This is better than anything I’ve tasted.”
Jaejoong’s lips spread into a smile and he nods before feeding Changmin more. It’s more than his stomach is used to and even though he wants to eat more, he stops Jaejoong after only eating half of what’s on the plate.
He wants his other hand back.
Jaejoong takes the tray to the cart and pushes it away. He disappears around a bush. Changmin finally looks around. He’s on a small knoll of grass in a huge room that is full of nothing but plants. There are small trees around him, but across the room, another tree stretches to the ceiling. Vines cling to the walls and the ceiling and besides the skylights there are only a few patches of ceiling that are visible. The ceiling is about four stories above him. No wonder it hurt falling from that skylight. From the outside, the building looks like nothing more than a warehouse, just like all the ones around it.
Inside, with its beautiful master, food, and garden, Changmin is ready to call it paradise.
From his seat, he sees the stone walkway that Jaejoong had left, can hear the man’s footsteps. He is surrounded by green bushes, flowering trees and flowers. So many flowers.
The air is wet, hot, and heavy with a sweet cloying smell that is nothing like the factories, buildings and exhaust he is used to.
Jaejoong reappears, carrying a robe. His smile once again makes Changmin’s breath catch.
“I’m going to release you, but you can’t run away, okay? I think the only way out of here is up the tree in the corner and through a skylight. I’m sure you can do it, even naked, but I don’t want you to go. You’re still not completely healed.”
Changmin nods. “I won’t run.”
Jaejoong smiles brightly at him and Changmin figures he’s fucked, because he’ll do anything for that smile. Jaejoong leans over him and unlocks the other cuff. Changmin rubs his wrists.
“Can you stand?”
He uses the tree and Jaejoong’s hand to stand. His left shin aches. Jaejoong smiles and helps him into the robe. He holds out his arm and Changmin takes it. They walk down to the stone path, Changmin’s brain in awe at the feel of grass under his toes. The stone pathway is cool on his skin. He is taller than Jaejoong, and after a couple steps, Jaejoong switches their arms, curling his hand around Changmin’s bicep and leaning his head on Changmin’s shoulder.
“I have a proposition for you,” Jaejoong says as they walk toward the edge of the garden. “First, let me apologize. One of my servants did not close all the skylights. I’ve seen you run over my building often and I try to keep them closed for your convenience. Now, while I did not mean for you to land inside my garden, I’m glad you did. Yunho was going to give you some information about a job when you arrived at his place tonight, but since you’re here, I’ll ask you myself. I need you to retrieve something for me.”
“Retrieve what?”
“That I am not telling you.” They stop at the door, not going through it, and Jaejoong turns and puts his arms around Changmin’s waist. Changmin tries to keep his eyes on Jaejoong’s and fails, following the flawless skin down his jaw and neck. Scrowling black ink peeks out from underneath his white button-down shirt. “Something important was stolen from me, and I cannot get it back. You can get it back.”
Changmin glances at his face. “I always want to know what I’m stealing.”
“You’re stealing nothing. You’re retrieving something.”
“Semantics. I have to know, so I don’t get the wrong thing.”
“You won’t.”
Changmin shrugs. “I won’t do it if you don’t agree with my procedures.”
Jaejoong stiffens and then relaxes. “My procedures with people that break into my house are chaining you to a bed and using you for sexual pleasure.”
Changmin scowls at the wall.
Jaejoong chuckles. “Look. You're the best jumper in the city. You’re the only one that can do this. I know you are. I’ve sent others and been sent body parts in return. It’s going to take some training; you need to bulk up, get used to carrying weight when you jump. I’m more than happy to have you live here, eat here, fuck here, do whatever you want here until you’re ready to do this.”
Changmin takes a deep breath. “I need more information before I agree to this.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “I can’t give you more until you agree. But I’ll sweeten the deal. You make a lot of money every year, a good three or four hundred thousand a job. I get that. If you have two jobs a week for a year, that’s a lot of money every year. I’ll match it if you agree. I’ll double it if you succeed.”
“But you’re not going to let me go until I agree to do this..”
Jaejoong smiles. “I give you the money, you do the training that I think is necessary for the job. You stay here for about six months or until I think you’re ready. You pay for nothing. You can eat and sleep here. I have a pool and a gym and everything you could possibly want including boys and girls to pleasure you and wait on you. You agree to the job, you get that money. You get the money and then you can leave. You leave to do the job but you don’t want to do it and you walk away. You complete the job, you get more money.”
“And if I don’t agree?”
Jaejoong presses him against the door. He slides his hand down Changmin’s chest and to his crotch, rubbing until Changmin is hard as a rock. “You look amazing spread eagle and handcuffed. I wouldn’t mind climbing on top of you and riding your cock whenever I want.”
“Fuck,” Changmin whimpers, head slamming against the door. “I want that whether I say yes or no.”
Jaejoong laughs and leans up and presses their lips together. “You’re cute, Shim Changmin. Let’s get you into a bed to rest, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”
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Changmin feels well enough to run two days later. Jaejoong shows him his indoor track and Changmin smirks, looping around the track for hours before he finally stops to eat (more meat!) and sleep and shower. The next day, Jaejoong shows him his training schedule: upper body, lower body, aerobics, running, swimming. It’s a lot of the same things Changmin already does, but more intense, harsher.
Jaejoong supervises everything he does. It’s the only time he looks at Changmin without a smile. But more like he’s judging Changmin’s ability. Changmin is determined to prove to Jaejoong that he can do whatever it is Jaejoong thinks he can do.
One day, he’s led to an obstacle course. And Changmin jumps through it, vaulting over the obstacles instead of going through them. Jaejoong only lets him get away with it once. “I want you to do it that fast but through the obstacles.”
Changmin grumbles under his breath, but he does it anyway. Every day, he goes through the course until he can do it fast enough to make Jaejoong happy.
Two months fly by. And then Jaejoong tells him he’s going to do everything with weight on his back. Changmin opens his mouth to argue and then shuts it. It’s part of the deal. He doesn’t mind. It’ll also give him a chance to increase the weight he can carry and increase the jobs he can do.
Running with the weight pack isn’t difficult, but the jumping is. The hurdles on the track and the obstacle course are challenging. Every week, Jaejoong adds more weight.
And every week, Changmin reminds himself that Jaejoong gave him forty million won that he can walk away with. And another forty million when he’s done.
Jaejoong is extremely caring and nice and happy. Nothing like the notorious gangster in the rumors about him. Then again, Changmin doesn’t see him work. He only sees him at his training, at meal times, before bed. Jaejoong touches him all the time, steals kisses on his cheek or lips. Changmin doesn’t mind. But he keeps himself away and ignores Jaejoong’s other advances.
He wants Jaejoong, he does. He keeps a hand on his cock and strokes himself off at least five times a week to thoughts of Jaejoong riding his cock while he is handcuffed to the bed.
Jaejoong surprises Changmin one night when instead of going to the gym, they go to the roof. It’s almost winter. Icy roofs are Changmin’s biggest fear and he doesn’t jump often during the winter.
Jaejoong puts a band on his arm. “This is a beacon, so I can follow you around the city. I want you to run like you always do. No weight. I just want you to get back in the groove of running on rooftops.”
Changmin glances down at it and then at Jaejoong. “What’s stopping me from taking this off as soon as I’m out of sight?”
Jaejoong shrugs. “Nothing. You’ll spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder though, and I don’t want that. You’re too pretty to be paranoid and much too pretty to be covered in bullet holes.”
Changmin swallows.
“You’re good at hiding and running, Changmin. It’d take a long time for my assassins to catch up with you. You’re better than most of them.”
“Um, thanks.”
Jaejoong laughs, hiding his smile against Changmin’s shoulder. “I want you to come back. I still need you.”
Changmin still doesn’t know what for. He still does not know the details of this job. He does not point this out though. Jaejoong does not like to be reminded that something of his was stolen, right out from under him.
Changmin takes half a step back. Jaejoong keeps his hands at Changmin’s chest, rubbing his fingertips over the ribbing of his tight shirt. Fuck it, Changmin thinks and leans down for a kiss. Their lips stay still, just a press for a kiss’ sake. Nothing more. But when he pulls away, Jaejoong is smiling at him. “I’ll be back. I promise.”
Jaejoong nods. “Have fun.”
Changmin’s smile widens and with a burst of energy, he turns and runs, left not right. The next building is closer on this side, and Changmin easily jumps the gap. He runs for hours, vaulting over buildings and climbing up others, dodging ALICEs. There are more now than there were six months ago, and some buildings even have four or five of them. But it’s easy to dodge them, duck and scramble beneath them.
Changmin reluctantly admits that the obstacle course was a great idea, but he isn’t going to tell Jaejoong that, not after he bitched about it so much.
It feels good to be in the night air. It feels good to have cool wind in his face. It feels good to have brick, wood, metal and plastic under his hands. It’s good to be above the city, watching and waiting. He feels like he can run forever. He’s never been in shape like this before.
During a moment of stillness, he stands and stares at the tall skyscrapers of downtown. He’s never been that far in, never had the need. Most of the buildings he runs on are less than twenty stories. The Seoul Tower, housing of what passes for a government these days, is almost four times that height.
After his brief rest, Changmin lopes back around and returns to Jaejoong’s roof. But it’s not just his roof anymore, the one he knows well. It’s a roof covered in ALICEs and Changmin has to stop abruptly, cursing up a storm at the web blocking him from where Jaejoong lounges against the roof door.
“Fucker,” Changmin shouts.
Jaejoong laughs. And then he takes off his sweater. And then unbuttons the top two buttons on his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Changmin demands.
“Giving you incentive. I get naked the closer you get.”
Changmin swallows and tears his eyes from Jaejoong with difficulty. He ducks under the first ALICE, almost stepping right on another that is barely a centimeter above the rooftop. He stops and forces himself to look around, find the route, where he can fit. There’s no way Jaejoong would not leave him a way to him.
He’s past another three ALICEs before he notices something. A reflection of light. A dull reflection, but still one. There are mirrors all around. The ALICEs are nothing more than two lasers reflected. But both lasers originate behind Jaejoong. He goes back the way he came, and Jaejoong pouts at him and whines his name.
Changmin stands at the roof’s edge and watches, tracing all the lines. If he moves one mirror, it will break the path, but that might mean the path goes right through him. It takes him much longer than he wants, but he finally figures out the design. He has to climb over and around six lasers before turning a single mirror to the right.
It leaves him a perfect walkway. Straight to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong is smiling widely, vibrating with delight. As soon as Changmin is within reach, Jaejoong yanks him forward and kisses him deeply.
“God, that was sexy. You’re so fucking smart, Changminnie. It took Micky two weeks to figure that out.”
“That was sneaky,” Changmin says and kisses him more.
“Training.”
“Hm, want a break.”
“From training?”
“Yes. Tonight. A break.”
Their conversation stalls as Changmin rips the buttons on Jaejoong’s shirt and splays his hands over Jaejoong’s tattooed abs. “Want you.”
“Want me to train you to fuck?”
Changmin shakes his head. “I know how to fuck. Want me to train you to scream my name?”
“Fuck.”
Jaejoong turns away from him and yanks open the door. Changmin keeps his hands on Jaejoong’s body, somewhere, everywhere, as they walk down stairs and through hallways. They enter a pristine, giant bedroom, and Changmin glances around only to find the bed and pushes Jaejoong that way. He’ll look at the rest of the decor when it matters, so when Jaejoong isn’t in the room. It’s hard to look at anything when Jaejoong is near him.
He falls to the bed, pulling Jaejoong with him. “Fuck.” Their lips collide again. “Keep dreaming about you. Riding me. Handcuffed.”
“Me or you?”
“Me,” Changmin says.
“You want me to handcuff you to my bed?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
Jaejoong laughs into the next kiss and then starts pulling clothes off. His. Changmin’s.
Changmin tries to help, but Jaejoong’s skin is perfect. Soft. Succulent. Changmin wants his mouth all over Jaejoong’s body.
“Maybe tomorrow night I’ll truss you up the way I want you and ride you until you pass out,” Jaejoong says.
“Now. Please, now.”
“No. Now. I want your hands on me. I want you to touch me, Minnie-ah.”
Changmin growls at the nickname, but he’d rather kiss Jaejoong than complain. He drags him up to his mouth, hands tangling in his hair. Their skin sticks together, Changmin’s slightly sweaty and warm from his run. Jaejoong moans and thrusts against him, sliding his erection along his side.
“You’re so pretty,” Jaejoong croons. “God, I love watching you jump. Did you know that? That I’ve watched you? Usually all I see are video images of you, but god, love watching you.”
“Want to watch you ride me,” Changmin says.
Jaejoong laughs. “Okay, okay. Impatient.” He moves to the bedside table for lube. Changmin runs his fingers over the tattooed skin he can see, and then helps him over, tossing him to the other side of the bed.
“Let me,” Changmins says and snatches the lube from Jaejoong’s hand.
“I can’t ride you like this.”
“I know,” Changmin says and slides down his body. “I don’t want to wait for you, but I want to touch you. All of you.”
Jaejoong smiles and nods. “Touch me.”
Changmin’s hands push roughly, sliding calluses from nipples to hips, tracing the colored swirls of his tattoos. Jaejoong arches into the touch and demands, “Again.” Changmin does it again, sliding his hands on his sides instead. Jaejoong reaches above himself. Changmin goes down his legs, pale shaved creamy. Only a scar at his knee mars the perfection. He rubs all the way to his toes and drags his knuckles over the curves of his feet.
Jaejoong moans and lifts his head. “Massage later, please.”
Changmin grins. “What if this is the only time I’m offering a massage?”
“Between your cock and a massage, I’ll take your cock.”
“Good choice.” He moves back up Jaejoong’s body, dragging his tongue up his leg instead of his hand. He sucks at Jaejoong’s balls, hand stroking his erection. Jaejoong thrashes under him, begging for more. Changmin grips his knees and pushes them up, kisses down his inner thigh. He pauses with his mouth open at his testicles and barely licks. Jaejoong’s body jerks and he whimpers.
“Please, come on. You’re supposed to be fast.”
Changmin chuckles. He shifts to his knees, keeping Jaejoong’s legs bent at his elbows. He pours lube right onto his erection. It drips to Jaejoong’s cock, slips down his balls. Jaejoong moans as Changmin strokes himself. He pushes at Jaejoong’s knees, and Jaejoong spreads himself open. Changmin slides his fingers through the lube and presses two of them into Jaejoong at once. With a moan, Jaejoong clamps down around them, and then relaxes with a heavy breath.
After only a few pumps, Changmin holds himself down, presses the crown of his dick against Jaejoong’s tight body and thrusts.
Jaejoong cries out, back arching off the bed, and Changmin falls over him, canting his hips, fucking into him quickly. It’s way too tight, but Changmin doesn’t care. He pauses only to adjust his arms, hands on the bed beside Jaejoong head, and he fucks, using his new strength to thrust hard. Their bodies slap together, echoed by Jaejoong making a noise with every thrust. Sometimes whimpers, sometimes moans, sometimes high tight gasps when Changmin’s cock slides over his prostate.
Changmin kisses him, bending his arms enough to chew on his neck, suck hickys onto his shoulder, and curl his hips to slide over Jaejoong’s hard cock.
“You going to come, hyung?” Changmin all but growls.
“Yes, yes, please. Please.” His body shifts and he moans loudly, and Changmin keeps at the angle, hammering into Jaejoong until his legs ache, and his arms ache, and his back aches. Sweat drips onto Jaejoong’s pale skin and glues Changmin’s hair to his head.
As Jaejoong’s body tightens more, spasms around him and pulses with his thrusts, Changmin knows he’s going to come before him. He doesn’t want to, but he can’t help it. His mouth is open and he’s only barely conscious of the drool that is now covering Jaejoong’s collarbones.
“Fuck, fuck, hyung, fuck.”
Jaejoong laughs, and then moans. He pushes at Changmin’s shoulder, giving him enough space to stroke himself off. It’s fast and quick and Changmin matches his pace, rushing for his own release. The first pulse of Jaejoong’s orgasm has his entire body tightening around Changmin’s cock. Changmin gasps, thrusts faltering.
“Kiss me, kiss me.”
Changmin does, mouth open and sloppy, still trying to move. Jaejoong’s hand is flying on his cock and he’s moaning into Changmin’s mouth, biting at his lips. His legs wrap around Changmin’s back and his fingers dig into his shoulder, nails clawing down his skin.
“Oh god, yes, fuck, yes, Minnie-ah. Oh, oh, fuck!”
Changmin’s own cries are muffled against Jaejoong’s shoulder. It feels like his cock is being squeezed dry as Jaejoong comes, his body shaking and jerking through his release. The pressure is too much and not enough and Changmin thrusts quickly, biting down on Jaejoong’s shoulder as he comes, screaming out his release, and empties himself inside of Jaejoong.
He collapses, mouth open and wet against Jaejoong’s ear. Jaejoong’s fingers trail over his sweaty back and into his hair.
“Pretty good, Minnie-ah.”
Changmin grunts.
“I thought you wanted me to ride you,” Jaejoong whispers and moves his body.
“Round two,” Changmin bites out and thrusts, moaning at the tingles of pleasure shooting around his skin.
“Already?”
Changmin smirks, pushing up to his arms. “Like you said. I’m quick when it counts.”
Jaejoong laughs, pushes Changmin off him and climbs over him to ride him to another orgasm.
Part 2: Get Down
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd totally jump them.
Summary: Changmin lands himself into a complicated situation when he falls through a skylight and into a gangster's garden. But what should he choose: freedom or love?
A/N: Spur of the moment fic and it is dedicated to the harshest JaeMin shipper I know back_to_five! I hope you like it!
Poster by back_to_five!! It's perfect!
Part 1:
The authorities call Changmin a thief.
Changmin calls himself a jumper. Smart. Quick. Careful. He knows how to drop in and out of places with his prize in hand. Changmin also likes to believe that he is the reason why Accurate Laser Illuminating Criminal Entrapments (or ALICEs) are installed on rooftops around the city. They’re so easy to avoid, the blue strand of light is bright in the clearest nights, even when there’s a full moon. Changmin doesn’t jump when it’s cloudy. A wicked rain or even a small amount of condensation can cause him to slip off a roof’s edge and plummet to his death.
He is lucky enough to be choosy when it comes to his particular talents and only take the jobs he wants.
The air is warm on his face as he lopes over a broad rooftop. His target (a diamond and gold necklace that will be melted down upon delivery) is secure in the pack under his shirt. He turns right at the edge and speeds up, legs pumping. Two meters from the edge, he plans his jump. Where to plant his feet, where to land on the other side. It’s easy, and the landing barely jarrs him. He continues, jumping over an ALICE on the building, and keeps going to the next and the next. The building after that is higher, but that has never stopped Changmin before.
He jumps, plants a foot on the bricks in front of him, and uses his momentum to push up, gripping a ledge with one hand and propelling himself up to another. He loses speed on jumps like these, but he’s scaled this building from the ground before. He knows all of its secrets.
A spotlight scours the air, and Changmin fights a laugh. The shadows it creates are easy to hide in. He continues. The hardest part of this run is a jump near the end that is almost three times as wide as the others. Changmin isn’t out of breath yet, but he can feel the strain in his legs. He still has to run home after this. He ponders going ground level, but there are more ALICEs to avoid. He makes the jump, foot catching the edge just barely and it sends him sprawling.
He tries to gain his feet and continue on, but curses beautifully at the open skylight that he isn’t expecting and he spins to avoid it, foot wavering close to the ALICE that zigzags across the roof. Falling into a room is definitely better than setting off an alarm, and Changmin has no choice and hopes he can find an easy way out.
It’s all done in a second and Changmin falls tmuch further than he expects, landing hard in something soft and green that looks suspiciously like grass, but grass does not exist in the city. There is nothing green. No trees. No ponds. No flowers.
And no angels.
Yet one leans over him, smiling. Mouth moving. Changmin moans, blinking. And then darkness.
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Dizzy. Changmin is dizzy. Something cool presses against his lips and liquid splashes over his mouth. He swallows water.
“There you go. There you go. You’re okay.”
Changmin twists his body and winces at pain up his spine.
“Don’t move, baby. Don’t move. Your leg hasn’t healed completely yet.”
Changmin moans and his eyes flutter open. The same angel is leaning over him. Blond hair. Pale, perfect skin. Soft smile.
Water splashes over his lips again. He tries to sit up to drink, but his arms won’t move, and water spills down his chest. His eyes focus above him. His hands are handcuffed to two trees, and he shouts, yanking at them, kicking at the blond angel.
Pain cuts through his entire body and he moans, sagging back against the soft, green grass at his back.
The angel laughs. “Silly baby. I knew you’d try something. That’s why you’re handcuffed. And I don’t know if I can trust you yet.”
Changmin suddenly realizes he is wearing nothing but his boxerbriefs. He struggles again. Fuck, his clothes. Fuck, his pouch. Fuck, his life. If he doesn’t get that delivery done, he’s fucked.
“Don’t worry about your delivery,” the man says and sits next to Changmin’s body. He lays a hand against Changmin’s bare chest, right where his pouch sits when he is jumping. “I had a man take it to Yunho for you, so your perfect reputation is not spoiled.”
Changmin’s eyes widen and his head clears enough to think through the panic.
“I know exactly who you are, Max. Shim Changmin. Thief, on the police’s top twenty most wanted. Yunho speaks highly of you. Many of my men and business speak highly of your abilities.”
“Who-who are you?”
The man smiles. “Pretty sure you called me an angel in your delirium. Most people call me Hero. But you can call me Jaejoong.”
Changmin’s eyes widen even further at the mention of the notorious leader of the largest gang in the city. Untouchable. Uncatchable. Unknown. Unseen. Whispers. Rumors.
And Changmin landed right in his garden.
Well, fuck.
“I’m going to uncuff one of your wrists so you can sit up and eat,” Jaejoong says. “Don’t do anything stupid. I know about fifteen different ways to kill a man with just my fingers.”
Changmin scoffs.
Jaejoong smirks. “If I’m lying, I’m lying, but really, only one way to kill a man with my fingers is all you need to worry about.”
Changmin laughs before he can stop himself.
Jaejoong smiles, and Changmin’s heart flutters, and that is so not good. Being mostly naked, chained to a tree, with a gorgeous man hovering over him is so not good. Or at least, not in this situation.
“What do you want from me?” Changmin asks as Jaejoong unlocks one of the cuffs. He takes Changmin’s hand, helps him sit up, and rubs the skin, smiling at Changmin.
“I want you to eat,” Jaejoong says and gets up just long enough to grab a plate of food from cart.
He sits down and scoops up meat with his chopsticks.
Meat. Actual meat. Not tofu. Not kimchi. Not pre-made, fake, tastes-just-like-meat cubed into perfect squares. Changmin’s mouth is open in shock, and Jaejoong shoves the meat into his mouth.
Changmin moans, eyes shutting as the flavors attack his tongue. It’s the most spiritual experience Changmin has ever had, and for once, he believes in the ancient ideas of a deity.
“Does it taste okay?”
Changmin opens his eyes. Jaejoong is biting his lower lip. Unsure. “Delicious. I’ve never eaten meat.”
“So you can’t compare,” Jaejoong says.
“It’s the best thing that has ever been in my mouth.”
Jaejoong raises an eyebrow. “Too bad.”
Changmin catches on to the innuendo and fights off a blush. “I like food. Food is what I splurge on after a jump. This is better than anything I’ve tasted.”
Jaejoong’s lips spread into a smile and he nods before feeding Changmin more. It’s more than his stomach is used to and even though he wants to eat more, he stops Jaejoong after only eating half of what’s on the plate.
He wants his other hand back.
Jaejoong takes the tray to the cart and pushes it away. He disappears around a bush. Changmin finally looks around. He’s on a small knoll of grass in a huge room that is full of nothing but plants. There are small trees around him, but across the room, another tree stretches to the ceiling. Vines cling to the walls and the ceiling and besides the skylights there are only a few patches of ceiling that are visible. The ceiling is about four stories above him. No wonder it hurt falling from that skylight. From the outside, the building looks like nothing more than a warehouse, just like all the ones around it.
Inside, with its beautiful master, food, and garden, Changmin is ready to call it paradise.
From his seat, he sees the stone walkway that Jaejoong had left, can hear the man’s footsteps. He is surrounded by green bushes, flowering trees and flowers. So many flowers.
The air is wet, hot, and heavy with a sweet cloying smell that is nothing like the factories, buildings and exhaust he is used to.
Jaejoong reappears, carrying a robe. His smile once again makes Changmin’s breath catch.
“I’m going to release you, but you can’t run away, okay? I think the only way out of here is up the tree in the corner and through a skylight. I’m sure you can do it, even naked, but I don’t want you to go. You’re still not completely healed.”
Changmin nods. “I won’t run.”
Jaejoong smiles brightly at him and Changmin figures he’s fucked, because he’ll do anything for that smile. Jaejoong leans over him and unlocks the other cuff. Changmin rubs his wrists.
“Can you stand?”
He uses the tree and Jaejoong’s hand to stand. His left shin aches. Jaejoong smiles and helps him into the robe. He holds out his arm and Changmin takes it. They walk down to the stone path, Changmin’s brain in awe at the feel of grass under his toes. The stone pathway is cool on his skin. He is taller than Jaejoong, and after a couple steps, Jaejoong switches their arms, curling his hand around Changmin’s bicep and leaning his head on Changmin’s shoulder.
“I have a proposition for you,” Jaejoong says as they walk toward the edge of the garden. “First, let me apologize. One of my servants did not close all the skylights. I’ve seen you run over my building often and I try to keep them closed for your convenience. Now, while I did not mean for you to land inside my garden, I’m glad you did. Yunho was going to give you some information about a job when you arrived at his place tonight, but since you’re here, I’ll ask you myself. I need you to retrieve something for me.”
“Retrieve what?”
“That I am not telling you.” They stop at the door, not going through it, and Jaejoong turns and puts his arms around Changmin’s waist. Changmin tries to keep his eyes on Jaejoong’s and fails, following the flawless skin down his jaw and neck. Scrowling black ink peeks out from underneath his white button-down shirt. “Something important was stolen from me, and I cannot get it back. You can get it back.”
Changmin glances at his face. “I always want to know what I’m stealing.”
“You’re stealing nothing. You’re retrieving something.”
“Semantics. I have to know, so I don’t get the wrong thing.”
“You won’t.”
Changmin shrugs. “I won’t do it if you don’t agree with my procedures.”
Jaejoong stiffens and then relaxes. “My procedures with people that break into my house are chaining you to a bed and using you for sexual pleasure.”
Changmin scowls at the wall.
Jaejoong chuckles. “Look. You're the best jumper in the city. You’re the only one that can do this. I know you are. I’ve sent others and been sent body parts in return. It’s going to take some training; you need to bulk up, get used to carrying weight when you jump. I’m more than happy to have you live here, eat here, fuck here, do whatever you want here until you’re ready to do this.”
Changmin takes a deep breath. “I need more information before I agree to this.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “I can’t give you more until you agree. But I’ll sweeten the deal. You make a lot of money every year, a good three or four hundred thousand a job. I get that. If you have two jobs a week for a year, that’s a lot of money every year. I’ll match it if you agree. I’ll double it if you succeed.”
“But you’re not going to let me go until I agree to do this..”
Jaejoong smiles. “I give you the money, you do the training that I think is necessary for the job. You stay here for about six months or until I think you’re ready. You pay for nothing. You can eat and sleep here. I have a pool and a gym and everything you could possibly want including boys and girls to pleasure you and wait on you. You agree to the job, you get that money. You get the money and then you can leave. You leave to do the job but you don’t want to do it and you walk away. You complete the job, you get more money.”
“And if I don’t agree?”
Jaejoong presses him against the door. He slides his hand down Changmin’s chest and to his crotch, rubbing until Changmin is hard as a rock. “You look amazing spread eagle and handcuffed. I wouldn’t mind climbing on top of you and riding your cock whenever I want.”
“Fuck,” Changmin whimpers, head slamming against the door. “I want that whether I say yes or no.”
Jaejoong laughs and leans up and presses their lips together. “You’re cute, Shim Changmin. Let’s get you into a bed to rest, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”
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Changmin feels well enough to run two days later. Jaejoong shows him his indoor track and Changmin smirks, looping around the track for hours before he finally stops to eat (more meat!) and sleep and shower. The next day, Jaejoong shows him his training schedule: upper body, lower body, aerobics, running, swimming. It’s a lot of the same things Changmin already does, but more intense, harsher.
Jaejoong supervises everything he does. It’s the only time he looks at Changmin without a smile. But more like he’s judging Changmin’s ability. Changmin is determined to prove to Jaejoong that he can do whatever it is Jaejoong thinks he can do.
One day, he’s led to an obstacle course. And Changmin jumps through it, vaulting over the obstacles instead of going through them. Jaejoong only lets him get away with it once. “I want you to do it that fast but through the obstacles.”
Changmin grumbles under his breath, but he does it anyway. Every day, he goes through the course until he can do it fast enough to make Jaejoong happy.
Two months fly by. And then Jaejoong tells him he’s going to do everything with weight on his back. Changmin opens his mouth to argue and then shuts it. It’s part of the deal. He doesn’t mind. It’ll also give him a chance to increase the weight he can carry and increase the jobs he can do.
Running with the weight pack isn’t difficult, but the jumping is. The hurdles on the track and the obstacle course are challenging. Every week, Jaejoong adds more weight.
And every week, Changmin reminds himself that Jaejoong gave him forty million won that he can walk away with. And another forty million when he’s done.
Jaejoong is extremely caring and nice and happy. Nothing like the notorious gangster in the rumors about him. Then again, Changmin doesn’t see him work. He only sees him at his training, at meal times, before bed. Jaejoong touches him all the time, steals kisses on his cheek or lips. Changmin doesn’t mind. But he keeps himself away and ignores Jaejoong’s other advances.
He wants Jaejoong, he does. He keeps a hand on his cock and strokes himself off at least five times a week to thoughts of Jaejoong riding his cock while he is handcuffed to the bed.
Jaejoong surprises Changmin one night when instead of going to the gym, they go to the roof. It’s almost winter. Icy roofs are Changmin’s biggest fear and he doesn’t jump often during the winter.
Jaejoong puts a band on his arm. “This is a beacon, so I can follow you around the city. I want you to run like you always do. No weight. I just want you to get back in the groove of running on rooftops.”
Changmin glances down at it and then at Jaejoong. “What’s stopping me from taking this off as soon as I’m out of sight?”
Jaejoong shrugs. “Nothing. You’ll spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder though, and I don’t want that. You’re too pretty to be paranoid and much too pretty to be covered in bullet holes.”
Changmin swallows.
“You’re good at hiding and running, Changmin. It’d take a long time for my assassins to catch up with you. You’re better than most of them.”
“Um, thanks.”
Jaejoong laughs, hiding his smile against Changmin’s shoulder. “I want you to come back. I still need you.”
Changmin still doesn’t know what for. He still does not know the details of this job. He does not point this out though. Jaejoong does not like to be reminded that something of his was stolen, right out from under him.
Changmin takes half a step back. Jaejoong keeps his hands at Changmin’s chest, rubbing his fingertips over the ribbing of his tight shirt. Fuck it, Changmin thinks and leans down for a kiss. Their lips stay still, just a press for a kiss’ sake. Nothing more. But when he pulls away, Jaejoong is smiling at him. “I’ll be back. I promise.”
Jaejoong nods. “Have fun.”
Changmin’s smile widens and with a burst of energy, he turns and runs, left not right. The next building is closer on this side, and Changmin easily jumps the gap. He runs for hours, vaulting over buildings and climbing up others, dodging ALICEs. There are more now than there were six months ago, and some buildings even have four or five of them. But it’s easy to dodge them, duck and scramble beneath them.
Changmin reluctantly admits that the obstacle course was a great idea, but he isn’t going to tell Jaejoong that, not after he bitched about it so much.
It feels good to be in the night air. It feels good to have cool wind in his face. It feels good to have brick, wood, metal and plastic under his hands. It’s good to be above the city, watching and waiting. He feels like he can run forever. He’s never been in shape like this before.
During a moment of stillness, he stands and stares at the tall skyscrapers of downtown. He’s never been that far in, never had the need. Most of the buildings he runs on are less than twenty stories. The Seoul Tower, housing of what passes for a government these days, is almost four times that height.
After his brief rest, Changmin lopes back around and returns to Jaejoong’s roof. But it’s not just his roof anymore, the one he knows well. It’s a roof covered in ALICEs and Changmin has to stop abruptly, cursing up a storm at the web blocking him from where Jaejoong lounges against the roof door.
“Fucker,” Changmin shouts.
Jaejoong laughs. And then he takes off his sweater. And then unbuttons the top two buttons on his shirt.
“What are you doing?” Changmin demands.
“Giving you incentive. I get naked the closer you get.”
Changmin swallows and tears his eyes from Jaejoong with difficulty. He ducks under the first ALICE, almost stepping right on another that is barely a centimeter above the rooftop. He stops and forces himself to look around, find the route, where he can fit. There’s no way Jaejoong would not leave him a way to him.
He’s past another three ALICEs before he notices something. A reflection of light. A dull reflection, but still one. There are mirrors all around. The ALICEs are nothing more than two lasers reflected. But both lasers originate behind Jaejoong. He goes back the way he came, and Jaejoong pouts at him and whines his name.
Changmin stands at the roof’s edge and watches, tracing all the lines. If he moves one mirror, it will break the path, but that might mean the path goes right through him. It takes him much longer than he wants, but he finally figures out the design. He has to climb over and around six lasers before turning a single mirror to the right.
It leaves him a perfect walkway. Straight to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong is smiling widely, vibrating with delight. As soon as Changmin is within reach, Jaejoong yanks him forward and kisses him deeply.
“God, that was sexy. You’re so fucking smart, Changminnie. It took Micky two weeks to figure that out.”
“That was sneaky,” Changmin says and kisses him more.
“Training.”
“Hm, want a break.”
“From training?”
“Yes. Tonight. A break.”
Their conversation stalls as Changmin rips the buttons on Jaejoong’s shirt and splays his hands over Jaejoong’s tattooed abs. “Want you.”
“Want me to train you to fuck?”
Changmin shakes his head. “I know how to fuck. Want me to train you to scream my name?”
“Fuck.”
Jaejoong turns away from him and yanks open the door. Changmin keeps his hands on Jaejoong’s body, somewhere, everywhere, as they walk down stairs and through hallways. They enter a pristine, giant bedroom, and Changmin glances around only to find the bed and pushes Jaejoong that way. He’ll look at the rest of the decor when it matters, so when Jaejoong isn’t in the room. It’s hard to look at anything when Jaejoong is near him.
He falls to the bed, pulling Jaejoong with him. “Fuck.” Their lips collide again. “Keep dreaming about you. Riding me. Handcuffed.”
“Me or you?”
“Me,” Changmin says.
“You want me to handcuff you to my bed?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
Jaejoong laughs into the next kiss and then starts pulling clothes off. His. Changmin’s.
Changmin tries to help, but Jaejoong’s skin is perfect. Soft. Succulent. Changmin wants his mouth all over Jaejoong’s body.
“Maybe tomorrow night I’ll truss you up the way I want you and ride you until you pass out,” Jaejoong says.
“Now. Please, now.”
“No. Now. I want your hands on me. I want you to touch me, Minnie-ah.”
Changmin growls at the nickname, but he’d rather kiss Jaejoong than complain. He drags him up to his mouth, hands tangling in his hair. Their skin sticks together, Changmin’s slightly sweaty and warm from his run. Jaejoong moans and thrusts against him, sliding his erection along his side.
“You’re so pretty,” Jaejoong croons. “God, I love watching you jump. Did you know that? That I’ve watched you? Usually all I see are video images of you, but god, love watching you.”
“Want to watch you ride me,” Changmin says.
Jaejoong laughs. “Okay, okay. Impatient.” He moves to the bedside table for lube. Changmin runs his fingers over the tattooed skin he can see, and then helps him over, tossing him to the other side of the bed.
“Let me,” Changmins says and snatches the lube from Jaejoong’s hand.
“I can’t ride you like this.”
“I know,” Changmin says and slides down his body. “I don’t want to wait for you, but I want to touch you. All of you.”
Jaejoong smiles and nods. “Touch me.”
Changmin’s hands push roughly, sliding calluses from nipples to hips, tracing the colored swirls of his tattoos. Jaejoong arches into the touch and demands, “Again.” Changmin does it again, sliding his hands on his sides instead. Jaejoong reaches above himself. Changmin goes down his legs, pale shaved creamy. Only a scar at his knee mars the perfection. He rubs all the way to his toes and drags his knuckles over the curves of his feet.
Jaejoong moans and lifts his head. “Massage later, please.”
Changmin grins. “What if this is the only time I’m offering a massage?”
“Between your cock and a massage, I’ll take your cock.”
“Good choice.” He moves back up Jaejoong’s body, dragging his tongue up his leg instead of his hand. He sucks at Jaejoong’s balls, hand stroking his erection. Jaejoong thrashes under him, begging for more. Changmin grips his knees and pushes them up, kisses down his inner thigh. He pauses with his mouth open at his testicles and barely licks. Jaejoong’s body jerks and he whimpers.
“Please, come on. You’re supposed to be fast.”
Changmin chuckles. He shifts to his knees, keeping Jaejoong’s legs bent at his elbows. He pours lube right onto his erection. It drips to Jaejoong’s cock, slips down his balls. Jaejoong moans as Changmin strokes himself. He pushes at Jaejoong’s knees, and Jaejoong spreads himself open. Changmin slides his fingers through the lube and presses two of them into Jaejoong at once. With a moan, Jaejoong clamps down around them, and then relaxes with a heavy breath.
After only a few pumps, Changmin holds himself down, presses the crown of his dick against Jaejoong’s tight body and thrusts.
Jaejoong cries out, back arching off the bed, and Changmin falls over him, canting his hips, fucking into him quickly. It’s way too tight, but Changmin doesn’t care. He pauses only to adjust his arms, hands on the bed beside Jaejoong head, and he fucks, using his new strength to thrust hard. Their bodies slap together, echoed by Jaejoong making a noise with every thrust. Sometimes whimpers, sometimes moans, sometimes high tight gasps when Changmin’s cock slides over his prostate.
Changmin kisses him, bending his arms enough to chew on his neck, suck hickys onto his shoulder, and curl his hips to slide over Jaejoong’s hard cock.
“You going to come, hyung?” Changmin all but growls.
“Yes, yes, please. Please.” His body shifts and he moans loudly, and Changmin keeps at the angle, hammering into Jaejoong until his legs ache, and his arms ache, and his back aches. Sweat drips onto Jaejoong’s pale skin and glues Changmin’s hair to his head.
As Jaejoong’s body tightens more, spasms around him and pulses with his thrusts, Changmin knows he’s going to come before him. He doesn’t want to, but he can’t help it. His mouth is open and he’s only barely conscious of the drool that is now covering Jaejoong’s collarbones.
“Fuck, fuck, hyung, fuck.”
Jaejoong laughs, and then moans. He pushes at Changmin’s shoulder, giving him enough space to stroke himself off. It’s fast and quick and Changmin matches his pace, rushing for his own release. The first pulse of Jaejoong’s orgasm has his entire body tightening around Changmin’s cock. Changmin gasps, thrusts faltering.
“Kiss me, kiss me.”
Changmin does, mouth open and sloppy, still trying to move. Jaejoong’s hand is flying on his cock and he’s moaning into Changmin’s mouth, biting at his lips. His legs wrap around Changmin’s back and his fingers dig into his shoulder, nails clawing down his skin.
“Oh god, yes, fuck, yes, Minnie-ah. Oh, oh, fuck!”
Changmin’s own cries are muffled against Jaejoong’s shoulder. It feels like his cock is being squeezed dry as Jaejoong comes, his body shaking and jerking through his release. The pressure is too much and not enough and Changmin thrusts quickly, biting down on Jaejoong’s shoulder as he comes, screaming out his release, and empties himself inside of Jaejoong.
He collapses, mouth open and wet against Jaejoong’s ear. Jaejoong’s fingers trail over his sweaty back and into his hair.
“Pretty good, Minnie-ah.”
Changmin grunts.
“I thought you wanted me to ride you,” Jaejoong whispers and moves his body.
“Round two,” Changmin bites out and thrusts, moaning at the tingles of pleasure shooting around his skin.
“Already?”
Changmin smirks, pushing up to his arms. “Like you said. I’m quick when it counts.”
Jaejoong laughs, pushes Changmin off him and climbs over him to ride him to another orgasm.
Part 2: Get Down
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