A Knight of Fire 14/?
Title: A Knight of Fire 14/?
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 14:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Jaejoong woke up to the conflicting feelings of cool air and hot fire on his skin. Wet lips and tongue circled up and around his back. Firm hands held his hips in place. He lifted his head, barely noting the dim early morning light through his blurry vision and the pleasure making his vision blurry.
“Yunho,” he whimpered.
“Sh,” Yunho demanded and continued licking and biting down his back, to his new ink. His hands pushed his shirt up before sliding down to tug at his breaches.
Jaejoong moaned, hips lifting from the blanket.
Yunho’s mouth ran hot down his bare skin, tongue tracing the still-healing lines of his new artwork. But again, he did not linger, shifting back until he was behind Jaejoong, between his spread legs. His hands, hot fire heated hands, spread him open and his tongue licked up the length of his cleft.
Jaejoong moaned again, louder, and got a hot, burning pinch for his trouble.
“Be quiet, or you’ll wake everyone up.”
Right. Other people. Jaejoong glanced around their camp and saw that Junho and Yoohwan were curled up in their blankets, still asleep. Yoochun and Junsu were curled together, but the Knight of Air was anything but asleep, grinning at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong groaned, and would have told Yunho that Yoochun was watching, but Yunho slipped his fire-hot finger into Jaejoong’s body and Jaejoong muffled his next whimper against his arm. He jerked his hips back against Yunho’s finger, against his tongue and his mouth, grinding his erection down to the ground. The second finger had him hissing from the stretch and the pain, but it was only a moment before heated oil dripped to his skin, slicking him up.
Jaejoong moaned again, the noise loud in the quiet morning.
“Sh,” Yunho said and a sharp burst of pain at his hip had Jaejoong gasping and shuddering with pleasure.
Yunho chuckled and added a third finger hotsexyslickfiery into his body. “Pain is not going to get you to shut up. Will it make you come?”
“Yes, please,” Jaejoong gasped. “Please, please, please.”
Yunho hummed, and after only a few more pumps of his fingers, removed them. Jaejoong whimpered and Yunho climbed over his back, leaving heated handprints up his body. One warm hand slid under his hip, holding him up while his erection slid over Jaejoong’s cleft.
Jaejoong gasped, almost a scream, and Yunho’s other hand clamped over his mouth.
“Be quiet, Scribe-of-Mine.”
Jaejoong shook desperately, spreading his legs, lifting his hips and pressing against Yunho’s warm skin.
Yunho chuckled. He shifted again, but only enough to hold his erection down and thrust forward into Jaejoong’s tight body. Jaejoong cried out, biting down on Yunho’s hand at his mouth.
Yunho shifted, stopping completely buried inside him. But it was only a moment, and then he was moving, sliding out to his tip and slamming back in.
Jaejoong screamed, attempted to get his hands under him.
Yunho placed his hand over the new ink, warming the skin, and Jaejoong shivered and held still. It was so difficult with Yunho leaning over him, mouthing along his neck. Yunho’s hand moved, blocking his nose, his breath, and Jaejoong shivered, eyes rolling back. With hands reaching above him and knees sliding on the blankets, he barely managed to lift his hips enough, matching Yunho’s thrusts, rocking together. His vision went misty again, his head light.
Heat burned at his hip, burned where Yunho leaned over him, his own thrusts erratic with the lack of leverage.
But enough, just enough, and fiery hot fingers slipped around his hip again, curled around his erection, and burned through him, pumping him toward an orgasm that consumed him. His senses narrowed down to the drag of Yunho’s cock inside him, the drag of his hand on his cock, the pleasure spiraling out of control. He shivered and tried to gasp for breath, anything, and then he was coming, everything going black and bright, as he splattered his release all over the blanket below him.
Much-needed air tore through his lungs, and Yunho’s hands landed on both sides of his head, scorching through the blanket. He sped up, thrusting faster and Jaejoong moaned, shifting and lifting his hips to give Yunho a good angle.
He fought back a grin of contentment and lost, moaning at the aftershocks along his skin, the drawn out pleasure from Yunho’s cock still sliding in and out of his body.
“Beautiful,” Yunho gasped. “Beautiful, mine, so beautiful.”
Jaejoong nodded and said, “Yours,” in a rough, just-fucked voice.
Yunho moaned, lowering his body and biting at Jaejoong’s neck again. His thrusts went erratic and he bit down, muffling his whimpers against Jaejoong’s skin as he shuddered through his orgasm. He collapsed, and Jaejoong shifted under his weight, head pillowed on his arm.
Still smiling, he remembered their audience, and looked over at Yoochun.
“Wow,” Yoochun mouthed with a grin.
Jaejoong smirked and nodded, eyes falling shut. Yunho shifted, slipping from him, and Jaejoong sighed, curling up in his arms.
“I love you,” Yunho whispered into his skin.
Jaejoong smiled and whispered it back.
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Hours later, Junho was still teasing them about being so horny they had to fuck in the middle of their camp.
Jaejoong could not argue and could not wipe the content smile from his face, even with Yunho blushing after finding out that Yoochun watched the entire thing. Even as he shifted on his horse.
Yoochun told him not to worry about not noticing. “Jaejoong writhing beneath you is a good reason to not notice anything else.”
The road they traveled on was slick with mud. Little rivulets of water rushed from one grassy plain to the other. The trees thinned. The wind picked up, but Yoochun assured them that it did not bring more rain. They stopped to rest and to eat on the bank of a small stream that cut through the meadow. Jaejoong sat in the long grass, head tilted back at the warm sun on his skin.
“Let’s practice,” Junsu said.
“Kissing?” Yoochun said hopefully.
Junsu made a face. “No. Our powers.”
“Kissing you is going to be more fun.”
“Come on,” Junsu said again and held out his palm. A stream of water shot high into the air and arched to the ground. Yoochun smiled and stepped into the stream, letting it cascade over his head. He tilted his head back, mouth open and drank it.
“Better than any river water.”
“It is pure, that is why,” Junsu said and moved it.
Yoochun frowned and followed it, and Junsu laughed, until he was spinning and Yoochun was running. A sudden spark of flame killed the water, and Junsu and Yoochun glared at Yunho.
“Practicing?” he said.
“Fine, fine. Spoil the fun.” Yoochun stripped off his wet shirt. He brought his hands close to his shoulders, arms crossed. Wind whipped around him and dried his hair and body. Junsu smiled and let a small stream of water out. The wind caught it, and Yoochun’s eyes snapped open. The air spun and the water spun with it until Yoochun was encased in a whirlwind, but it did not touch him.
“Try it with fire,” Jaejoong said.
The wind stopped, drenching Yoochun, and he shook his head. “No way. Not happening.”
“But you can--”
“Die,” Yoochun said, “if I lose control. Imagine if this was fire.” He motioned to his body. “I would rather be wet than burnt to a crisp.”
Junsu waved a hand and sucked the water from him and let it fall into the grass. “You can try. You have great control.”
Yunho shook his head. “I do not. I lose control of the heat when it is mixed with air.”
“Then try it so it’s not going around Yoochun. Just a normal whirlwind.”
“A whirlwind with fire is not normal,” Junho said.
Yoochun shrugged and shut his eyes for a moment. The air between him and Yunho spun, flinging the grass about. Yunho sighed, but just as Junsu had done, sent a stream of flame to the air currents. As soon as the fire touched the air, everything went hot. There was only a moment of a spinning vortex of flame before Yoochun yelped and moved away from it.
“That is hot,” Yoochun said.
Yunho apologized.
“Do not apologize. I just make everything hotter,” he said with a wink and licked his lips at Junsu.
Junsu rolled his eyes and doused him with water. Yoochun laughed.
“Try again,” Yunho said. “I will not use as much flame.”
Yoochun nodded and tried again. This time the whirlwind of fire stayed for almost a minute, but again, it grew hot, burning almost white.
“It is like the wall of fire,” Yunho said. “The air just makes it stronger, hotter.”
“Like a real fire, in a hearth,” Yoohwan said.
Jaejoong nodded. “I remember, in the History Book, that it said that the four elementals were stronger together. Junsu could destroy a town without even thinking, all four of you probably could. But together ...”
“We could destroy the world,” Yunho whispered.
“It happened once,” Yoochun added.
There was silence and then Junsu asked, “What do we do then? We cannot leave Changmin at the capitol. Especially if the king knows of his power.”
Jaejoong nodded. “There is no choice. We have to continue and deal with the consequences as they come. And hope that Changmin has not been captured.”
“He probably has,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong frowned, but nodded. “I do hope he is all right.”
“Let’s try something else,” Junsu said in the silence. “Yunho!” He flung his hand up and a ball of water shot into the sky.
Yunho smiled and followed it with his eyes before flinging flame at it. The water dried up with a hiss of steam.
Junsu smirked. “But now ...” He moved over to Yoochun and put his arm around his bare waist, fingers trailing over skin. Yoochun smiled and then shivered. “Yoochun is on my team.” Junsu turned around and flung the water high again.
Again, Yunho waited, but when he threw a flame at it, the blob of water twisted in a burst of air and fell toward the ground.
Junsu laughed, and they did it again. Yunho continued to miss Junsu’s water with Yoochun’s air behind it.
Yoohwan suddenly sat up and said, “I know!” He scrambled over to Yunho and whispered in his ear.
Yunho smiled at the two of them. Yoochun had moved behind Junsu, chin on his shoulder, hands at his hips. He nodded. “Good idea. Okay, Junsu. Go again.”
Junsu shrugged and threw water up in the air again.
This time, when Yunho threw fire, it wasn’t just one ball of flame, but three.
Yoochun cursed and only managed to divert part of the water. Half of it sizzled.
“Cheater!” Junho accused.
Yunho shook his head.
With a scowl, Junsu threw out five blobs of water, and Yunho threw six balls of flame. Half the water fell to the ground.
“You are only flinging air out,” Jaejoong said from his perch on the ground. “If you do that, then Yunho can throw his flame in front of Junsu’s water and still manage to destroy most of it. Can you pull air toward you?”
“With flame in the air, are you insane?” Yoochun said.
“Mostly. Look, then try pushing the air somewhere else.”
“I could fling the fire right back at Yunho if you mean for me to kill him,” Yoochun said.
“I am only giving you options. You should be prepared to do anything.”
“Yunho cannot burn,” Junsu said. “His clothes will, but he can stand in a flame and not burn, just like I can stand underwater and not drown.”
“Still not going to,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong shrugged. “Fine, fine.” He moved to his horse and grabbed his notebook and quill and ink. He sat on the ground and took notes on the way that Yoochun produced air, Junsu produced water, and Yunho produced fire. It was similar with most of the element coming after a movement of their hands, but as Jaejoong watched closer, the element did not come from their hand, but at a spot above it. Like whatever was there before (air or ... something) was suddenly fire in Yunho’s case, or water in Junsu’s case. It made sense. Everything needed air to survive.
“Everything is connected,” Jaejoong said, catching their attention.
“What do you mean?” Junho asked, leaning over to read his notes as Jaejoong scribbled.
“Everything is connected. Water and air give life to the earth to grow. Air gives power to fire, and the earth provides its fuel, but the ash, the remnants of the fire, allow the earth to grow. Water and fire cancel each other out, opposites, and earth and air--” he touched the earth and spun his hand in the air-- “opposites, but in a different way. But it’s all connected. Fire is dry. Water is wet. Earth is solid. Water, Fire and Air are fluid. All of it can destroy. All of them can create.”
Jaejoong broke off and continued to write.
“Stronger together,” Yunho said. “We will be stronger together.”
Yoochun smiled. “A foursome? Great idea, Yunho. Just imagine the orgasms. Always stronger with more than one dick inside me.”
Junsu growled and spun to face him. Yoochun took a step back, but not fast enough, and Junsu grabbed the top of his breeches and pulled them together, an arm going around his bare waist. He pressed a firm kiss to Yoochun’s lips. “You let anyone else touch you again and I will never let you make me wet.”
Yoochun’s eyes rolled back and he nodded, leaning for another kiss. “Fine, fine.”
Junsu growled and spun away. “Yunho, change it up.”
Yunho nodded and threw a ball of fire in the air. Junsu easily doused it. Yunho did it again, this time with three balls of fire. Junsu missed all but one with his own streams.
“Again,” Junsu demanded.
Yunho flung up more, and this time when Junsu aimed for them, his water flew in wind and twisted around until all five balls of flame were extinguished.
“Hey!” Yunho said. “You’re supposed to help me!”
Yoochun smiled and again moved behind Junsu, propping his chin on his shoulder. His hands slid under Junsu’s tunic, and Junsu shivered. “I am on Junsu’s team.”
Yunho made a face and threw even more fire into the air.
Yoochun laughed, kissed Junsu’s cheek, and helped him beat Yunho’s fire.
“Team YooSu,” Junho said with a face. “Lucky fucker.”
“Yoochun did offer,” Jaejoong said, without taking his eyes from his paper.
“Yes, but I only wanted a quick fuck. My brother actually likes him. They’re like a fluffy cloud full of air and water.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“Do not worry, hyung,” Yoohwan said and clapped him on his shoulder. “Maybe you can hook up with Changmin.”
“I have not even met him,” Junho said.
“He is very handsome. Taller than Yunho, strong body, pretty eyes, and gods, his legs just go on forever. He’s very tempting.”
“Very tempting,” Jaejoong agreed.
Junho hummed, smiling. “Maybe.”
Part 15: Breeze
Part 13: Storm
Part 12: Tempest
Part 11: Blow
(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 14:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Jaejoong woke up to the conflicting feelings of cool air and hot fire on his skin. Wet lips and tongue circled up and around his back. Firm hands held his hips in place. He lifted his head, barely noting the dim early morning light through his blurry vision and the pleasure making his vision blurry.
“Yunho,” he whimpered.
“Sh,” Yunho demanded and continued licking and biting down his back, to his new ink. His hands pushed his shirt up before sliding down to tug at his breaches.
Jaejoong moaned, hips lifting from the blanket.
Yunho’s mouth ran hot down his bare skin, tongue tracing the still-healing lines of his new artwork. But again, he did not linger, shifting back until he was behind Jaejoong, between his spread legs. His hands, hot fire heated hands, spread him open and his tongue licked up the length of his cleft.
Jaejoong moaned again, louder, and got a hot, burning pinch for his trouble.
“Be quiet, or you’ll wake everyone up.”
Right. Other people. Jaejoong glanced around their camp and saw that Junho and Yoohwan were curled up in their blankets, still asleep. Yoochun and Junsu were curled together, but the Knight of Air was anything but asleep, grinning at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong groaned, and would have told Yunho that Yoochun was watching, but Yunho slipped his fire-hot finger into Jaejoong’s body and Jaejoong muffled his next whimper against his arm. He jerked his hips back against Yunho’s finger, against his tongue and his mouth, grinding his erection down to the ground. The second finger had him hissing from the stretch and the pain, but it was only a moment before heated oil dripped to his skin, slicking him up.
Jaejoong moaned again, the noise loud in the quiet morning.
“Sh,” Yunho said and a sharp burst of pain at his hip had Jaejoong gasping and shuddering with pleasure.
Yunho chuckled and added a third finger hotsexyslickfiery into his body. “Pain is not going to get you to shut up. Will it make you come?”
“Yes, please,” Jaejoong gasped. “Please, please, please.”
Yunho hummed, and after only a few more pumps of his fingers, removed them. Jaejoong whimpered and Yunho climbed over his back, leaving heated handprints up his body. One warm hand slid under his hip, holding him up while his erection slid over Jaejoong’s cleft.
Jaejoong gasped, almost a scream, and Yunho’s other hand clamped over his mouth.
“Be quiet, Scribe-of-Mine.”
Jaejoong shook desperately, spreading his legs, lifting his hips and pressing against Yunho’s warm skin.
Yunho chuckled. He shifted again, but only enough to hold his erection down and thrust forward into Jaejoong’s tight body. Jaejoong cried out, biting down on Yunho’s hand at his mouth.
Yunho shifted, stopping completely buried inside him. But it was only a moment, and then he was moving, sliding out to his tip and slamming back in.
Jaejoong screamed, attempted to get his hands under him.
Yunho placed his hand over the new ink, warming the skin, and Jaejoong shivered and held still. It was so difficult with Yunho leaning over him, mouthing along his neck. Yunho’s hand moved, blocking his nose, his breath, and Jaejoong shivered, eyes rolling back. With hands reaching above him and knees sliding on the blankets, he barely managed to lift his hips enough, matching Yunho’s thrusts, rocking together. His vision went misty again, his head light.
Heat burned at his hip, burned where Yunho leaned over him, his own thrusts erratic with the lack of leverage.
But enough, just enough, and fiery hot fingers slipped around his hip again, curled around his erection, and burned through him, pumping him toward an orgasm that consumed him. His senses narrowed down to the drag of Yunho’s cock inside him, the drag of his hand on his cock, the pleasure spiraling out of control. He shivered and tried to gasp for breath, anything, and then he was coming, everything going black and bright, as he splattered his release all over the blanket below him.
Much-needed air tore through his lungs, and Yunho’s hands landed on both sides of his head, scorching through the blanket. He sped up, thrusting faster and Jaejoong moaned, shifting and lifting his hips to give Yunho a good angle.
He fought back a grin of contentment and lost, moaning at the aftershocks along his skin, the drawn out pleasure from Yunho’s cock still sliding in and out of his body.
“Beautiful,” Yunho gasped. “Beautiful, mine, so beautiful.”
Jaejoong nodded and said, “Yours,” in a rough, just-fucked voice.
Yunho moaned, lowering his body and biting at Jaejoong’s neck again. His thrusts went erratic and he bit down, muffling his whimpers against Jaejoong’s skin as he shuddered through his orgasm. He collapsed, and Jaejoong shifted under his weight, head pillowed on his arm.
Still smiling, he remembered their audience, and looked over at Yoochun.
“Wow,” Yoochun mouthed with a grin.
Jaejoong smirked and nodded, eyes falling shut. Yunho shifted, slipping from him, and Jaejoong sighed, curling up in his arms.
“I love you,” Yunho whispered into his skin.
Jaejoong smiled and whispered it back.
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
Hours later, Junho was still teasing them about being so horny they had to fuck in the middle of their camp.
Jaejoong could not argue and could not wipe the content smile from his face, even with Yunho blushing after finding out that Yoochun watched the entire thing. Even as he shifted on his horse.
Yoochun told him not to worry about not noticing. “Jaejoong writhing beneath you is a good reason to not notice anything else.”
The road they traveled on was slick with mud. Little rivulets of water rushed from one grassy plain to the other. The trees thinned. The wind picked up, but Yoochun assured them that it did not bring more rain. They stopped to rest and to eat on the bank of a small stream that cut through the meadow. Jaejoong sat in the long grass, head tilted back at the warm sun on his skin.
“Let’s practice,” Junsu said.
“Kissing?” Yoochun said hopefully.
Junsu made a face. “No. Our powers.”
“Kissing you is going to be more fun.”
“Come on,” Junsu said again and held out his palm. A stream of water shot high into the air and arched to the ground. Yoochun smiled and stepped into the stream, letting it cascade over his head. He tilted his head back, mouth open and drank it.
“Better than any river water.”
“It is pure, that is why,” Junsu said and moved it.
Yoochun frowned and followed it, and Junsu laughed, until he was spinning and Yoochun was running. A sudden spark of flame killed the water, and Junsu and Yoochun glared at Yunho.
“Practicing?” he said.
“Fine, fine. Spoil the fun.” Yoochun stripped off his wet shirt. He brought his hands close to his shoulders, arms crossed. Wind whipped around him and dried his hair and body. Junsu smiled and let a small stream of water out. The wind caught it, and Yoochun’s eyes snapped open. The air spun and the water spun with it until Yoochun was encased in a whirlwind, but it did not touch him.
“Try it with fire,” Jaejoong said.
The wind stopped, drenching Yoochun, and he shook his head. “No way. Not happening.”
“But you can--”
“Die,” Yoochun said, “if I lose control. Imagine if this was fire.” He motioned to his body. “I would rather be wet than burnt to a crisp.”
Junsu waved a hand and sucked the water from him and let it fall into the grass. “You can try. You have great control.”
Yunho shook his head. “I do not. I lose control of the heat when it is mixed with air.”
“Then try it so it’s not going around Yoochun. Just a normal whirlwind.”
“A whirlwind with fire is not normal,” Junho said.
Yoochun shrugged and shut his eyes for a moment. The air between him and Yunho spun, flinging the grass about. Yunho sighed, but just as Junsu had done, sent a stream of flame to the air currents. As soon as the fire touched the air, everything went hot. There was only a moment of a spinning vortex of flame before Yoochun yelped and moved away from it.
“That is hot,” Yoochun said.
Yunho apologized.
“Do not apologize. I just make everything hotter,” he said with a wink and licked his lips at Junsu.
Junsu rolled his eyes and doused him with water. Yoochun laughed.
“Try again,” Yunho said. “I will not use as much flame.”
Yoochun nodded and tried again. This time the whirlwind of fire stayed for almost a minute, but again, it grew hot, burning almost white.
“It is like the wall of fire,” Yunho said. “The air just makes it stronger, hotter.”
“Like a real fire, in a hearth,” Yoohwan said.
Jaejoong nodded. “I remember, in the History Book, that it said that the four elementals were stronger together. Junsu could destroy a town without even thinking, all four of you probably could. But together ...”
“We could destroy the world,” Yunho whispered.
“It happened once,” Yoochun added.
There was silence and then Junsu asked, “What do we do then? We cannot leave Changmin at the capitol. Especially if the king knows of his power.”
Jaejoong nodded. “There is no choice. We have to continue and deal with the consequences as they come. And hope that Changmin has not been captured.”
“He probably has,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong frowned, but nodded. “I do hope he is all right.”
“Let’s try something else,” Junsu said in the silence. “Yunho!” He flung his hand up and a ball of water shot into the sky.
Yunho smiled and followed it with his eyes before flinging flame at it. The water dried up with a hiss of steam.
Junsu smirked. “But now ...” He moved over to Yoochun and put his arm around his bare waist, fingers trailing over skin. Yoochun smiled and then shivered. “Yoochun is on my team.” Junsu turned around and flung the water high again.
Again, Yunho waited, but when he threw a flame at it, the blob of water twisted in a burst of air and fell toward the ground.
Junsu laughed, and they did it again. Yunho continued to miss Junsu’s water with Yoochun’s air behind it.
Yoohwan suddenly sat up and said, “I know!” He scrambled over to Yunho and whispered in his ear.
Yunho smiled at the two of them. Yoochun had moved behind Junsu, chin on his shoulder, hands at his hips. He nodded. “Good idea. Okay, Junsu. Go again.”
Junsu shrugged and threw water up in the air again.
This time, when Yunho threw fire, it wasn’t just one ball of flame, but three.
Yoochun cursed and only managed to divert part of the water. Half of it sizzled.
“Cheater!” Junho accused.
Yunho shook his head.
With a scowl, Junsu threw out five blobs of water, and Yunho threw six balls of flame. Half the water fell to the ground.
“You are only flinging air out,” Jaejoong said from his perch on the ground. “If you do that, then Yunho can throw his flame in front of Junsu’s water and still manage to destroy most of it. Can you pull air toward you?”
“With flame in the air, are you insane?” Yoochun said.
“Mostly. Look, then try pushing the air somewhere else.”
“I could fling the fire right back at Yunho if you mean for me to kill him,” Yoochun said.
“I am only giving you options. You should be prepared to do anything.”
“Yunho cannot burn,” Junsu said. “His clothes will, but he can stand in a flame and not burn, just like I can stand underwater and not drown.”
“Still not going to,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong shrugged. “Fine, fine.” He moved to his horse and grabbed his notebook and quill and ink. He sat on the ground and took notes on the way that Yoochun produced air, Junsu produced water, and Yunho produced fire. It was similar with most of the element coming after a movement of their hands, but as Jaejoong watched closer, the element did not come from their hand, but at a spot above it. Like whatever was there before (air or ... something) was suddenly fire in Yunho’s case, or water in Junsu’s case. It made sense. Everything needed air to survive.
“Everything is connected,” Jaejoong said, catching their attention.
“What do you mean?” Junho asked, leaning over to read his notes as Jaejoong scribbled.
“Everything is connected. Water and air give life to the earth to grow. Air gives power to fire, and the earth provides its fuel, but the ash, the remnants of the fire, allow the earth to grow. Water and fire cancel each other out, opposites, and earth and air--” he touched the earth and spun his hand in the air-- “opposites, but in a different way. But it’s all connected. Fire is dry. Water is wet. Earth is solid. Water, Fire and Air are fluid. All of it can destroy. All of them can create.”
Jaejoong broke off and continued to write.
“Stronger together,” Yunho said. “We will be stronger together.”
Yoochun smiled. “A foursome? Great idea, Yunho. Just imagine the orgasms. Always stronger with more than one dick inside me.”
Junsu growled and spun to face him. Yoochun took a step back, but not fast enough, and Junsu grabbed the top of his breeches and pulled them together, an arm going around his bare waist. He pressed a firm kiss to Yoochun’s lips. “You let anyone else touch you again and I will never let you make me wet.”
Yoochun’s eyes rolled back and he nodded, leaning for another kiss. “Fine, fine.”
Junsu growled and spun away. “Yunho, change it up.”
Yunho nodded and threw a ball of fire in the air. Junsu easily doused it. Yunho did it again, this time with three balls of fire. Junsu missed all but one with his own streams.
“Again,” Junsu demanded.
Yunho flung up more, and this time when Junsu aimed for them, his water flew in wind and twisted around until all five balls of flame were extinguished.
“Hey!” Yunho said. “You’re supposed to help me!”
Yoochun smiled and again moved behind Junsu, propping his chin on his shoulder. His hands slid under Junsu’s tunic, and Junsu shivered. “I am on Junsu’s team.”
Yunho made a face and threw even more fire into the air.
Yoochun laughed, kissed Junsu’s cheek, and helped him beat Yunho’s fire.
“Team YooSu,” Junho said with a face. “Lucky fucker.”
“Yoochun did offer,” Jaejoong said, without taking his eyes from his paper.
“Yes, but I only wanted a quick fuck. My brother actually likes him. They’re like a fluffy cloud full of air and water.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“Do not worry, hyung,” Yoohwan said and clapped him on his shoulder. “Maybe you can hook up with Changmin.”
“I have not even met him,” Junho said.
“He is very handsome. Taller than Yunho, strong body, pretty eyes, and gods, his legs just go on forever. He’s very tempting.”
“Very tempting,” Jaejoong agreed.
Junho hummed, smiling. “Maybe.”
Part 15: Breeze
Part 13: Storm
Part 12: Tempest
Part 11: Blow
(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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