A Knight of Fire 11/?
Title: A Knight of Fire 11/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine and I can't even claim the idea as mine because it is all devilaugh's fault.
Summary: Jaejoong is a scribe in King Ahn Chilhyun's court. He is sent to small seaside village to teach the people how to read, and instead finds a lover who has a secret that will end up endangering the entire world.
A/N: This fic is all devilaugh's fault. It was her idea on the post about the picture of Jaejoong, so this fic was partially inspired by this picture
Part 11:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Jaejoong enjoyed the Earth Knights Village. They prayed to the Earth, thanking her for the food and supplies for their homes and shelters. They adored Junsu and he willingly provided fresh Knight-of-Water water to their crops. It was a place that Jaejoong really felt that he could live out the rest of his life.
Before spending a year in the Water Knights Village, Jaejoong never thought he would want to live anywhere but the city.
A few of the villagers accompanied them back down the mountain to buy supplies. They showed them the easiest places to rest, a cave system with a natural pool just in case, and Jaejoong learned a lot of the edible plants and fruits that grew along the trail. And the ones that were poisoned.
Jaejoong was not sure if they were going to return to the village after they met up with Yoochun; he wanted to be in the city in case there was news. The village was isolated enough that the city could be swarming with guards and no one would know. As it was, there were more guards there in just a week’s time than when they left. The villagers assured them that they were more than welcome, even if they met with and brought the foul-mouthed Knight of Air with them.
They went back to the inn they had stayed at and the innkeeper and his wife welcomed them, and Jaejoong was able to talk down the price of their rooms due to the camaraderie between them and because they were probably going to stay for quite sometime.
In a sick feeling of deja vu, just as dinner was served, that deep voice said behind them, “Ah, I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away.”
Yoochun flung his arm around Junsu’s shoulder, and the only thing keeping him from filling Yoochun’s lungs with water, was Junho’s quick grasp on his wrists.
“I missed the view.” His other hand reached for Junsu’s ass.
Junsu shoved his arm away. “Go fuck yourself.”
Yoochun laughed. “I’ve tried, on the rare nights that I am alone. It does not work.”
Junsu’s eyes blazed.
“Is it not Yunho who is supposed to be the hotheaded one?” Jaejoong said. “Fire and all?”
“Water Village, remember?” Junho said with a smile. “Do you know how long it takes for a river to change its course? Yunho is just as stubborn as the rest of us, but Junsu is like a destructive flash flood.”
“Fire?” Yoochun said, stepping away from them. He glanced around at the busy inn.
Jaejoong smiled and snagged the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. “Just a little flame.” He noticed the black ink of a tattoo on Yoochun’s chest, where the shirt gaped open, and he reached over and trailed his finger over it.
Yunho growled next to him.
Jaejoong kept his eyes on Yoochun and easily pulled the other between his legs. “Only doing this for effect,” he said, loud enough for Yunho to hear but no one else. “Yunho has great control, otherwise he’d have burned you to a crisp.”
Yoochun attempted to pull away. “What is going on?”
Jaejoong smiled and hooked a leg around the other’s knee. “Just an exchange of desires. Let me take you upstairs.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed.
“Changmin sent us, but this discussion is not for the eavesdroppers who surround us.”
Yoochun shook his head. “I have spent most of my life trying to forget about this, so as your companion so eloquently said, go fuck yourself.”
“Yoochun.”
“No thanks.” He twisted away from Jaejoong and turned his back.
“We need you.”
“If you want a blow job then fine,” he shouted back and grabbed a grey cloak from near the door and left the tavern.
“Was that necessary?” Yunho asked.
“Well, he knows now.” Jaejoong shrugged.
“I meant all the touching.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, it was. We need to convince him.”
“With your body that no one is ever allowed to touch but me?”
“Not my body,” Jaejoong said and smiled at Junsu.
“No way,” Junsu said as his brother laughed. “No way. Not going to happen.”
“Come on, he’s a good looking guy.”
“Yes, but he is a whore.”
“We don’t have anything to do until Changmin arrives here. If he doesn’t and we do have to go to the castle to rescue him, we’re going to need Yoochun.”
“No,” Junsu said.
“I’ll do it,” Junho cut in.
“No, you will not!”
Junho rolled his eyes. “Whatever. He’s gorgeous. It’s not like it will be a hardship. And I’ll get a quick fuck. It’s been too long since the last one.” He smiled over at Yunho.
Jaejoong glared at him and pulled Yunho close. “Mine.”
Yunho chuckled into his ear. “Forever.”
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
Over the next few days, Jaejoong caught glimpses of Yoochun throughout the city. The other usually saw him coming and ducked out of the way, disappearing into a tavern or alleyway. When their eyes did meet, Jaejoong smiled. The Kim Twins wanted to push, force, and coerce him into going back to the Garden Village. Jaejoong was a little more patient. They could do nothing until Changmin returned.
Or they had some good evidence that Changmin had been captured.
With little else to do, Jaejoong went back to the ink artist’s tent.
“Hello! Welcome back,” the man said. “Do you still want the flame?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yes. I’ll be around for a couple more weeks, so I might as well.”
The man gestured him into the tent and they talked pricing. Jaejoong liked the flame, but he wanted it bigger. More of a fire than a single flame. And he wanted it on his back, right above his ass.
“That’s going to hurt,” the man said.
Jaejoong smirked. “It will be okay.”
The man laughed. “I like you. What’s you’re name?”
“Jaejoong.”
“I’m Miyavi.”
Jaejoong tilted his head and looked at the man a bit more closely. “You’re not from here?”
The man lost his smile. “Yes, I am.”
Jaejoong knew when to keep his mouth shut, so he said nothing more. He took off his tunic and rolled the tops of his breeches low enough to show Miyavi where he wanted the flames. Miyavi nodded. With ink and a parchment, he made a quick sketch to make sure that the idea in his head was what Jaejoong wanted.
As soon as the design was agreed upon, Jaejoong laid down on the artist’s table. His skin was washed and dried, cleaned and prepped with a special liquid. Jaejoong flinched at the first few pricks of the needles. The pain faded, his head went light, and instead of needles, he felt fingers, liquid, wind. His breath evened out. His quick inhales turned to moans.
The euphoric dance in the sky ended when Miyavi whispered, “You can move.”
Jaejoong did need to. It was hard to sit still for so long. He shifted, hard cock pressed against the table. He spread his legs, just a bit, for relief and shifted his shoulder.
Pain danced up his skin and he sighed, breaking off with a gasp.
“By the gods, you love this,” Miyavi said and laughed.
Jaejoong nodded. “Love it. It’s just ...”
“You don’t need to explain,” he said. “You see how many I have.”
Jaejoong laughed and winced when pain lashed up his side again.
“You ready for more?”
“Yes.”
Jaejoong was only vaguely aware of people stopping to watch Miyavi work. He concentrated on the touch of the needles, the swipe of cloth, the caress of talented fingers.
He was going to ride Yunho’s cock for hours to get relief from this feeling.
“That’s enough for today,” Miyavi said.
Jaejoong moaned in disappointment.
Laughing, Miyavi cleaned up his skin, and then moved around his tent. Jaejoong lay on the table, noting how low in the sky the sun was and how sore his muscles were.
“You know the steps in protecting what I have done?”
Jaejoong nodded. “I need some healing oils though. I left mine at the cas-the last place I lived.”
Miyavi grinned at the slip but did not question him. “Come back in three days. We’ll either finish it, or we’ll get some more work done on it.”
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
Yunho called him crazy when he saw the new ink. Junho and Junsu laughed. Especially when he tried to sit on anything or anywhere. He did not sleep much, and spent late and early morning hours down at the hall of the inn, drinking to dull the sting.
“Lover not putting out?” a deep voice asked next to him.
Jaejoong looked up at Yoochun’s guarded face and smiled. “Nope. New ink. Hurts like ... like a burn.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed.
“Have a seat,” Jaejoong said and motioned to the innkeeper. “Bring him a beer.”
Yoochun sat down. “I do not know your name.”
“Kim Jaejoong, King’s Scribe. Former King’s Scribe.”
“The others?”
“Jung Yunho, my lover. And the twins. Kim Junsu, whose ass you want. And Kim Junho.”
Yoochun nodded. “I want both of their asses.” He waited until the innkeeper set down his beer and Jaejoong paid for it. He took a deep drink. “You like ink?”
“Yeah, I have a lot of artwork on my skin.”
“Me, too.”
“Let me see.”
“They do not appreciate nudity in the main hall.”
“Let’s go upstairs then.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “No thanks.”
“I do not understand.”
He sighed, face hardening in a scowl. “Of course you do not.”
“Explain it to me.” He lifted his beer in a toast.
Yoochun grumbled and guzzled his beer, lips smacking as he set the stein down. “Life was probably grand for those two in their village, but for me, this gift if a curse. I was kicked out of my village because of what I claimed I could do. They do not believe even with proof in front of their faces. Even my parents did not want anything to do with me. I spent a lot of time alone before finding the history book in a cluttered attic space. I figured that I was better off on my own.”
“We need you and we are willing to make a trade.”
“I fuck for money and food, not for the insanity that you’re talking about.”
“I understand why you hate it, but we may need it.”
“What for?”
Jaejoong thought of the best way to say this in code. “Changmin is a king’s scribe who was supposed to meet us here on vacation. He’s been delayed.”
“The king is busy, probably has some extra work for him before he leaves.”
“Maybe. We are only supposed to be here in the mountains for a few weeks, and then after, head back home to the castle.”
“Even if Changmin is not with you?”
“We will have to go see why he did not show up.”
“I am not going with you.”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I hear your little brother is there, too.”
Yoochun scowled and downed his pint. Jaejoong bought him another one. They spoke of other things. Yoochun loved drink and ink and gambling. He fucked the same way he played: all in, all the time. They drank the strongest liquor the inn had until chair and lap were the same thing, until floor and tabletop were the same thing.
Jaejoong laughed and laughed at everything Yoochun said, and he was still laughing when warm hands hooked under his shoulders and hauled him to his feet. Vague words transferred and Jaejoong clung to Yoochun until he was on something soft and Yunho’s face swam above him instead of Yoochun’s.
“Thought you said you could drink.”
“Can. Drank lots.”
Yunho chuckled. “Yes, you did. We will run out of money at the rate you can drink.”
“Yoochun funny.”
“I bet he is.”
“Sexy funny. But not sexy Yunho sexy. Yunho hot sexy. Fire sexy.”
Lips pressed against his forehead. “Sleep, my love.”
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
Jaejoong woke up with a massive headache. He groaned and cursed Yoochun’s name. He rolled to his side and almost off the bed. The quick motion of pushing a hand to the floor had his stomach rolling and though he did not use them if he could help it, he was lucky there was a chamber pot under the bed and he threw up whatever was in his stomach before passing out again with Yoochun’s cursed name on his lips.
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
“Is the sun always this bright?” Jaejoong muttered and winced.
Junsu laughed. Loud. Loud and painful.
“Fuck. Go tell Miyavi I will be there tomorrow,” Jaejoong said and stumbled back up to sleep.
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
Miyavi laughed at him the next morning when he showed up to have his ink finished. “Heard you got drunk with Yoochun.”
“It was worth it. It is not often that I can find someone that can match me drink for drink. We had fun.”
“Good. Need to get this ink finished today. We won’t have time later.”
“Why?”
“Someone showed me a picture of you with a few pieces of gold asking if I’d seen you.”
“Someone?” Jaejoong said, trying to stay relaxed as he lay on the table.
“Yeah. Some guy from the castle. Pushy asshole. But guards usually are.”
Jaejoong froze.
Miyavi patted his side and murmured about the quality of the tattoo. “It’s doing rather well. I’m going to add all the color today. Work for as long as you can handle it. And don’t worry. We protect our own around here. You’ve been here for awhile, and you’re nice and you actually pay for things without trying to barter down the price, unlike other castle people. You’re well protected.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong said.
It took a little long for Jaejoong to relax and lose himself the euphoria of pain, but Miyavi was great at what he did, and Jaejoong spent the next few hours trying not to hump the table and come messily in his pants.
Part 12: Tempest
(Part 10: Soak) | (Part 9: Blaze) | (Part 8: Hot) | (Part 7: Rekindle) | (Part 6: Bloom) | (Part 5: Sprout) | (Part 4: Burn) | (Part 3: Flicker) | (Part 2: Flare) | (Part 1: Spark)
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine and I can't even claim the idea as mine because it is all devilaugh's fault.
Summary: Jaejoong is a scribe in King Ahn Chilhyun's court. He is sent to small seaside village to teach the people how to read, and instead finds a lover who has a secret that will end up endangering the entire world.
A/N: This fic is all devilaugh's fault. It was her idea on the post about the picture of Jaejoong, so this fic was partially inspired by this picture
Part 11:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Jaejoong enjoyed the Earth Knights Village. They prayed to the Earth, thanking her for the food and supplies for their homes and shelters. They adored Junsu and he willingly provided fresh Knight-of-Water water to their crops. It was a place that Jaejoong really felt that he could live out the rest of his life.
Before spending a year in the Water Knights Village, Jaejoong never thought he would want to live anywhere but the city.
A few of the villagers accompanied them back down the mountain to buy supplies. They showed them the easiest places to rest, a cave system with a natural pool just in case, and Jaejoong learned a lot of the edible plants and fruits that grew along the trail. And the ones that were poisoned.
Jaejoong was not sure if they were going to return to the village after they met up with Yoochun; he wanted to be in the city in case there was news. The village was isolated enough that the city could be swarming with guards and no one would know. As it was, there were more guards there in just a week’s time than when they left. The villagers assured them that they were more than welcome, even if they met with and brought the foul-mouthed Knight of Air with them.
They went back to the inn they had stayed at and the innkeeper and his wife welcomed them, and Jaejoong was able to talk down the price of their rooms due to the camaraderie between them and because they were probably going to stay for quite sometime.
In a sick feeling of deja vu, just as dinner was served, that deep voice said behind them, “Ah, I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away.”
Yoochun flung his arm around Junsu’s shoulder, and the only thing keeping him from filling Yoochun’s lungs with water, was Junho’s quick grasp on his wrists.
“I missed the view.” His other hand reached for Junsu’s ass.
Junsu shoved his arm away. “Go fuck yourself.”
Yoochun laughed. “I’ve tried, on the rare nights that I am alone. It does not work.”
Junsu’s eyes blazed.
“Is it not Yunho who is supposed to be the hotheaded one?” Jaejoong said. “Fire and all?”
“Water Village, remember?” Junho said with a smile. “Do you know how long it takes for a river to change its course? Yunho is just as stubborn as the rest of us, but Junsu is like a destructive flash flood.”
“Fire?” Yoochun said, stepping away from them. He glanced around at the busy inn.
Jaejoong smiled and snagged the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. “Just a little flame.” He noticed the black ink of a tattoo on Yoochun’s chest, where the shirt gaped open, and he reached over and trailed his finger over it.
Yunho growled next to him.
Jaejoong kept his eyes on Yoochun and easily pulled the other between his legs. “Only doing this for effect,” he said, loud enough for Yunho to hear but no one else. “Yunho has great control, otherwise he’d have burned you to a crisp.”
Yoochun attempted to pull away. “What is going on?”
Jaejoong smiled and hooked a leg around the other’s knee. “Just an exchange of desires. Let me take you upstairs.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed.
“Changmin sent us, but this discussion is not for the eavesdroppers who surround us.”
Yoochun shook his head. “I have spent most of my life trying to forget about this, so as your companion so eloquently said, go fuck yourself.”
“Yoochun.”
“No thanks.” He twisted away from Jaejoong and turned his back.
“We need you.”
“If you want a blow job then fine,” he shouted back and grabbed a grey cloak from near the door and left the tavern.
“Was that necessary?” Yunho asked.
“Well, he knows now.” Jaejoong shrugged.
“I meant all the touching.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, it was. We need to convince him.”
“With your body that no one is ever allowed to touch but me?”
“Not my body,” Jaejoong said and smiled at Junsu.
“No way,” Junsu said as his brother laughed. “No way. Not going to happen.”
“Come on, he’s a good looking guy.”
“Yes, but he is a whore.”
“We don’t have anything to do until Changmin arrives here. If he doesn’t and we do have to go to the castle to rescue him, we’re going to need Yoochun.”
“No,” Junsu said.
“I’ll do it,” Junho cut in.
“No, you will not!”
Junho rolled his eyes. “Whatever. He’s gorgeous. It’s not like it will be a hardship. And I’ll get a quick fuck. It’s been too long since the last one.” He smiled over at Yunho.
Jaejoong glared at him and pulled Yunho close. “Mine.”
Yunho chuckled into his ear. “Forever.”
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
Over the next few days, Jaejoong caught glimpses of Yoochun throughout the city. The other usually saw him coming and ducked out of the way, disappearing into a tavern or alleyway. When their eyes did meet, Jaejoong smiled. The Kim Twins wanted to push, force, and coerce him into going back to the Garden Village. Jaejoong was a little more patient. They could do nothing until Changmin returned.
Or they had some good evidence that Changmin had been captured.
With little else to do, Jaejoong went back to the ink artist’s tent.
“Hello! Welcome back,” the man said. “Do you still want the flame?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Yes. I’ll be around for a couple more weeks, so I might as well.”
The man gestured him into the tent and they talked pricing. Jaejoong liked the flame, but he wanted it bigger. More of a fire than a single flame. And he wanted it on his back, right above his ass.
“That’s going to hurt,” the man said.
Jaejoong smirked. “It will be okay.”
The man laughed. “I like you. What’s you’re name?”
“Jaejoong.”
“I’m Miyavi.”
Jaejoong tilted his head and looked at the man a bit more closely. “You’re not from here?”
The man lost his smile. “Yes, I am.”
Jaejoong knew when to keep his mouth shut, so he said nothing more. He took off his tunic and rolled the tops of his breeches low enough to show Miyavi where he wanted the flames. Miyavi nodded. With ink and a parchment, he made a quick sketch to make sure that the idea in his head was what Jaejoong wanted.
As soon as the design was agreed upon, Jaejoong laid down on the artist’s table. His skin was washed and dried, cleaned and prepped with a special liquid. Jaejoong flinched at the first few pricks of the needles. The pain faded, his head went light, and instead of needles, he felt fingers, liquid, wind. His breath evened out. His quick inhales turned to moans.
The euphoric dance in the sky ended when Miyavi whispered, “You can move.”
Jaejoong did need to. It was hard to sit still for so long. He shifted, hard cock pressed against the table. He spread his legs, just a bit, for relief and shifted his shoulder.
Pain danced up his skin and he sighed, breaking off with a gasp.
“By the gods, you love this,” Miyavi said and laughed.
Jaejoong nodded. “Love it. It’s just ...”
“You don’t need to explain,” he said. “You see how many I have.”
Jaejoong laughed and winced when pain lashed up his side again.
“You ready for more?”
“Yes.”
Jaejoong was only vaguely aware of people stopping to watch Miyavi work. He concentrated on the touch of the needles, the swipe of cloth, the caress of talented fingers.
He was going to ride Yunho’s cock for hours to get relief from this feeling.
“That’s enough for today,” Miyavi said.
Jaejoong moaned in disappointment.
Laughing, Miyavi cleaned up his skin, and then moved around his tent. Jaejoong lay on the table, noting how low in the sky the sun was and how sore his muscles were.
“You know the steps in protecting what I have done?”
Jaejoong nodded. “I need some healing oils though. I left mine at the cas-the last place I lived.”
Miyavi grinned at the slip but did not question him. “Come back in three days. We’ll either finish it, or we’ll get some more work done on it.”
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
Yunho called him crazy when he saw the new ink. Junho and Junsu laughed. Especially when he tried to sit on anything or anywhere. He did not sleep much, and spent late and early morning hours down at the hall of the inn, drinking to dull the sting.
“Lover not putting out?” a deep voice asked next to him.
Jaejoong looked up at Yoochun’s guarded face and smiled. “Nope. New ink. Hurts like ... like a burn.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed.
“Have a seat,” Jaejoong said and motioned to the innkeeper. “Bring him a beer.”
Yoochun sat down. “I do not know your name.”
“Kim Jaejoong, King’s Scribe. Former King’s Scribe.”
“The others?”
“Jung Yunho, my lover. And the twins. Kim Junsu, whose ass you want. And Kim Junho.”
Yoochun nodded. “I want both of their asses.” He waited until the innkeeper set down his beer and Jaejoong paid for it. He took a deep drink. “You like ink?”
“Yeah, I have a lot of artwork on my skin.”
“Me, too.”
“Let me see.”
“They do not appreciate nudity in the main hall.”
“Let’s go upstairs then.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “No thanks.”
“I do not understand.”
He sighed, face hardening in a scowl. “Of course you do not.”
“Explain it to me.” He lifted his beer in a toast.
Yoochun grumbled and guzzled his beer, lips smacking as he set the stein down. “Life was probably grand for those two in their village, but for me, this gift if a curse. I was kicked out of my village because of what I claimed I could do. They do not believe even with proof in front of their faces. Even my parents did not want anything to do with me. I spent a lot of time alone before finding the history book in a cluttered attic space. I figured that I was better off on my own.”
“We need you and we are willing to make a trade.”
“I fuck for money and food, not for the insanity that you’re talking about.”
“I understand why you hate it, but we may need it.”
“What for?”
Jaejoong thought of the best way to say this in code. “Changmin is a king’s scribe who was supposed to meet us here on vacation. He’s been delayed.”
“The king is busy, probably has some extra work for him before he leaves.”
“Maybe. We are only supposed to be here in the mountains for a few weeks, and then after, head back home to the castle.”
“Even if Changmin is not with you?”
“We will have to go see why he did not show up.”
“I am not going with you.”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I hear your little brother is there, too.”
Yoochun scowled and downed his pint. Jaejoong bought him another one. They spoke of other things. Yoochun loved drink and ink and gambling. He fucked the same way he played: all in, all the time. They drank the strongest liquor the inn had until chair and lap were the same thing, until floor and tabletop were the same thing.
Jaejoong laughed and laughed at everything Yoochun said, and he was still laughing when warm hands hooked under his shoulders and hauled him to his feet. Vague words transferred and Jaejoong clung to Yoochun until he was on something soft and Yunho’s face swam above him instead of Yoochun’s.
“Thought you said you could drink.”
“Can. Drank lots.”
Yunho chuckled. “Yes, you did. We will run out of money at the rate you can drink.”
“Yoochun funny.”
“I bet he is.”
“Sexy funny. But not sexy Yunho sexy. Yunho hot sexy. Fire sexy.”
Lips pressed against his forehead. “Sleep, my love.”
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
Jaejoong woke up with a massive headache. He groaned and cursed Yoochun’s name. He rolled to his side and almost off the bed. The quick motion of pushing a hand to the floor had his stomach rolling and though he did not use them if he could help it, he was lucky there was a chamber pot under the bed and he threw up whatever was in his stomach before passing out again with Yoochun’s cursed name on his lips.
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
“Is the sun always this bright?” Jaejoong muttered and winced.
Junsu laughed. Loud. Loud and painful.
“Fuck. Go tell Miyavi I will be there tomorrow,” Jaejoong said and stumbled back up to sleep.
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
Miyavi laughed at him the next morning when he showed up to have his ink finished. “Heard you got drunk with Yoochun.”
“It was worth it. It is not often that I can find someone that can match me drink for drink. We had fun.”
“Good. Need to get this ink finished today. We won’t have time later.”
“Why?”
“Someone showed me a picture of you with a few pieces of gold asking if I’d seen you.”
“Someone?” Jaejoong said, trying to stay relaxed as he lay on the table.
“Yeah. Some guy from the castle. Pushy asshole. But guards usually are.”
Jaejoong froze.
Miyavi patted his side and murmured about the quality of the tattoo. “It’s doing rather well. I’m going to add all the color today. Work for as long as you can handle it. And don’t worry. We protect our own around here. You’ve been here for awhile, and you’re nice and you actually pay for things without trying to barter down the price, unlike other castle people. You’re well protected.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong said.
It took a little long for Jaejoong to relax and lose himself the euphoria of pain, but Miyavi was great at what he did, and Jaejoong spent the next few hours trying not to hump the table and come messily in his pants.
Part 12: Tempest
(Part 10: Soak) | (Part 9: Blaze) | (Part 8: Hot) | (Part 7: Rekindle) | (Part 6: Bloom) | (Part 5: Sprout) | (Part 4: Burn) | (Part 3: Flicker) | (Part 2: Flare) | (Part 1: Spark)
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