A Knight of Fire 17/?
Title: A Knight of Fire 17/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho, Heechul/Yoohwan
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 17:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
A/N: Still struggling with the last 3 or 4 chapters, but this one is done and good enough. The next one will be up as soon as Yunho gets done fucking Jaejooong ... well, until I write about Yunho fucking Jaejoong. I doubt he will ever get done fucking him. :)
The next morning, the faded visage of the mountains disappeared behind a thick layer of fog.
“You are amazing,” Junsu said and pressed his lips to the back of Yoochun’s neck.
“We are amazing,” he replied.
They rode on the same horse again, for support, they claimed, but Jaejoong saw the soft looks and not-so innocent touches between them as they broke camp. The two had not had sex, but there was a smile as wide as The Plains on Junsu’s face that refused to go away. And as always, Yoochun looked way too sure of himself.
“It is great cover,” Jaejoong said. “It will hide us as we near the city.”
“And once we get there?” Junho asked.
Jaejoong shrugged. “Improvise, I guess.”
They stared at him.
“What?”
“Changmin better have a plan,” Yoohwan said, “or we are so fucked.”
Jaejoong thought of being insulted, but Yoohwan was right. Changmin better have a plan. You hear me, Jaejoong thought. You better have a plan, Shim Changmin, and it better be amazing.
Jaejoong was sure there was audible scoff in his head. One that sounded like someone muttering Idiot under their breath.
It gave him hope.
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
The fog thickened with every passing day. Riding through the damp clouds made Jaejoong nervous. He looked about him constantly and, of course, saw nothing but more fog.
“Did you have to do so well?” Junho complained more than once.
But the fog served its purpose. Before long they rode along a road again, one of the side streets that skirted around the city and up into the hills. There was a man gate into the city, over a large bridge, but both Jaejoong and Yoohwan knew other ways to bypass the soldier’s outposts. They passed people and many soldiers, but Yoochun pulled the fog more tightly around them whenever they heard answering hooves on the road.
They also heard the city folk complaining about such unusual fog. There were no whispers about Elementals.
“Where do we go?” Junho asked, whispering because the fog hid them but hid others also.
Jaejoong knew exactly where they were in the outskirts of the city, but little else. He had lived in the palace and had not really made friends or spoke to others outside of it. Not a very scholarly sort of thing to do, he now realized, but his life had revolved around books and teaching for so long. Until he met Yunho.
“I know a place,” Yoohwan said and moved in front of them. The hooves of their horses clip-clopped around the winding streets, the echoes ten times as loud as they were before. They followed Yoohwan deeper into the city. Closer to the castle. Jaejoong tried not to let his nerves show. The others in their party would have no idea how close they were unless Jaejoong gave it away.
“Are you okay?” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong figured he had not hid his anxiety as well as he hoped. “Fine. Just nervous.”
The fog swirled around them, thinning only enough for Yoohwan to see the details of where they were when he asked Yoochun to blow a bit of it away. He led them down a narrow alley and into a small courtyard. Dismounting, he handed the reins of his horse to Junho.
“Do not get down until I say so,” Yoohwan said. “It has been awhile since I have been here. I do not want to lead the rest of you into a trap. And I am not quite sure if we can trust them just yet.”
And that did not help Jaejoong’s nerves.
Yoochun thinned the fog again, enough to see the brick buildings around them, the fountain at the center of the courtyard. Junsu smiled and let the water droplets bounce for a moment despite his brother’s hiss of disbelief.
Yoohwan went to a side door and knocked, another secret knock. But unlike at the Air Village, the door opened almost immediately.
“What is your pleasure, today? We have a deal on two-for-one, and--Yoohwan!”
“Hey, Taeminnie.”
The boy who answered the door was tall, auburn hair falling around his face. Pretty in a way that said he was naturally a beauty, but the makeup on his face enhanced his best features. His eyes, his lips. He wore little more than a blue silk robe with short sleeves that only just covered his kneecaps and his wrists were covered in bangles that jingled when he moved. Its sash barely kept the boy modest.
Yoohwan brought them to a whore house. Wonderful.
“Where ... what ...”
Yoohwan covered his mouth. “Sh, it is not safe for us. We need a place to stay.”
“Who is--” the boy looked at the courtyard. “By the God on High, Yoohwan. How did you even--”
“Sh. It is not safe. Please.”
“Of course, of course. Come in. But, Hwannie.”
Yoohwan hushed him again and motioned for the others. “We have not slept well, and a bath would be wonderful.”
“That will cost you.”
Yoohwan laughed. “Everything costs me something around this place.” He motioned to the others again. “Come on. Before someone else decides to call upon the house.”
They all dismounted and gathered up their bags.
“We are not a hotel,” Taemin said, “but I am sure you can make this worth our while.”
“We can,” Yoohwan said.
“Thank you,” Jaejoong said as he walked past Taemin and into the house. There were four others in the room, standing in various states of undress. But none smiled. Their arms crossed and their eyes hardened as they got a good look at those intruding upon them.
“You are putting us at great risk,” one said. He was topless, muscled arms crossed over a strong chest. His pants were loosely laced at his nips. Dark hair swept over his head and on another day, he probably would have been much friendlier.
Yoohwan nodded but stepped close and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. “I know. Sorry. We need a place to stay.”
“Why?”
Yoohwan glanced at Jaejoong. “It is safer if you do not know specifics.”
“And the next guard that comes to the door asking for a blowjob will end up getting a promotion because he is the one that found the six most wanted fugitives, traitors, and murderers in the country.”
“Or we could just go find a soldier,” another said. He was prettier than Taemin, with black hair streaked with color and bright green eyes. Like Taemin, he only wore a short silk robe, his a shocking shade of pink. “Each one of them has a price on their head of one hundred gold pieces.”
“That’s all an elemental is worth?” Yoochun asked and smirked. “By the gods, wait a few days and it will be ten times that much.”
“Elemental?” the first said and glanced at Yoochun. “What are you talking about?”
Jaejoong sighed. “Thank you for allowing us in your home. I am Kim Jaejoong, a former scribe of the king.” He motioned to Yunho, who stood with his hands loosely at his side. Jaejoong recognized it as his I-am-ready-to-throw-fire-at-you stance. “This is my lover, Jung Yunho. He and Kim Junsu are from the Water Knights Village north of here. Junsu is a Knight of Water, Yunho is a Knight of Fire, and Yoochun, who is Yoohwan’s older brother, is a Knight of Air.”
They stared, eyes wide, mouths open. “Dear God,” one finally muttered.
“Oh, and I’m Junho,” Junho said, “no special powers, so no real reason to introduce me.”
“My apologies,” Jaejoong said. “This is Kim Junho, Junsu’s twin, and the Knight of Sarcasm.”
That got a few of them to smile, and Yoochun actually laughed.
“Junsu and Yoochun created this fog so we could get into the city. We have been traveling for a long time and we are very tired and hungry, and we would be forever indebted to you if you allowed us to stay.”
“And a bath,” the one in pink said. “You all stink a bit.”
“Please.”
The man who looked like he was in charge nodded. “If any of us are hurt, you will leave.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Of course.”
“Thanks, Onew,” Yoohwan said. “This is Onew, by the way. He owns the house.” He motioned to the one in pink. “That is Key, and Minho is the one that is all legs, and the short one is Jonghyun.”
“Hey!” Jonghyun protested. He had blond hair and heavy eyeliner. Minho, the tallest and probably the most adorable, had curly hair bouncing around his face and pretty blue eyes. He, like Onew wore no shirt, and Jonghyun wore a robe in bright green that matched his eyes.
Yoohwan smiled. “Well, you are.”
“Who left all these fading hickys on your neck?” Taemin asked, running his finger over Yoohwan’s skin.
“I told you,” Yoohwan said, jerking away from his fingers. “Someone from home. We were there a couple weeks ago.”
“Running for your life,” Yoochun muttered, “and you stopped to fuck.”
“What exactly were you doing with Junsu three days ago?”
“Not fucking.”
“Close enough.”
“So what exactly is going on?” Onew asked with a pointed glare at the two of them.
“Changmin started it,” Jaejoong said, and told the five prostitutes about meeting Yunho, about Changmin revealing his powers as a Knight of Earth, about their trip across the country, and the changes they have seen in the way that the military was growing and abusing power.
“Changmin was captured?” Minho asked. “No wonder he has not been here for so long.”
“When was the last time you saw him?” Yoohwan asked.
“It’s been a month at least. I figured he finally found a lover of his own.”
“Such a brat,” Jaejoong murmured.
“What do you mean?”
“He came here for sex when he could have easily just asked me.”
Yunho growled.
“Before you, I mean,” Jaejoong said and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Key smirked. “He talked of you frequently and fondly. He did really like you. But he always said he was too smart to start a romance with someone else in the castle. Too many opportunities to create gossip.”
“Good. As long as he was not completely blind.”
Yunho shifted and draped his arm around Jaejoong tightly.
“So you hope Changmin has a plan?” Onew said.
“Yes,” Jaejoong said. “Because we do not have one.”
“If Changmin really is a Knight of Earth,” Jonghyun said, “then why did he allow himself to get captured? I mean, he has this power, right? And he can control things. Why not topple the walls and make things grow and ...”
“I think he is waiting for us,” Yoochun said. “We are much stronger when we are together. I am sure Changmin could do all of that, but he would not be able to stop the archer from hitting him with an arrow, like I can with air.”
“You need to let Changmin know you are here, somehow,” Minho said. “If he is in the dungeons, it will be difficult to get a message to him.”
“You could start a fire,” Key said. “He will probably hear of it.”
“I do not want to hurt anyone,” Yunho said, face hardening.
“I could go,” Jaejoong said.
“What?” more than Yunho demanded.
“I know the castle, I know a lot of the guards. I could go.”
“You will be captured immediately.”
“And taken to Changmin, if he is in the dungeon.”
“Or you will be killed on sight,” Yoochun said.
“I will not allow it,” Yunho said.
Junsu and Junho added their agreements to that.
“One of us could take a note,” Jonghyun suggested, “and maybe say it is for Changmin.”
“No,” Onew said immediately. “You are not endangering your life. None of you are.”
“We could ask about him,” Minho said. “Say he has not been by and we are only worried about him.”
“No.” Onew crossed his arms.
“I agree,” Yunho said. “It is too dangerous.”
Junsu spun around and smiled widely at Yoochun.
“What?” he asked.
“Remember what I did in the fog the other day?”
“Gods, baby, how could I ever forget your lips on my--”
“I meant the words, bastard,” Junsu said with a smile.
“Oh, right. Yes, and--” his eyes went wide and he laughed. “God, it is perfect. Perfect.”
“What?” Jaejoong asked.
Junsu smiled and said, “One moment.” He held out his hand and a tiny sliver of fog slipped into the room from under the door. The others inhaled in surprise, but no one said anything until Junsu had manipulated the fog into words.
Clouds are water.
“That is so cool,” Key said and reached to touch it. He spun his fingers through the “w” and Junsu laughed and let the fog encircle his wrist like one of the many bangles already there.
“I think that will send a proper message,” Onew said. “The king will definitely hear of it, and then ... what?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “That is why we hope Changmin has a plan.”
“We will keep your secrets, if only because we trust Changmin and want to help him,” Onew said. “Stay and relax. Sleep and bathe. Taemin and Minho will go to the market for more food.”
“That will be wonderful,” Jaejoong said and dug into his side pouch for money. “Please allow me to pay for it.”
“He would not have it any other way,” Yoohwan said and got a slap to the back of the head from Onew.
“Should we stay awake and make sure the fog stays put?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong shook his head. “No. If it lifts, then let it. It served its purpose.”
Yoochun nodded and then shut his eyes. His hair blew in wind for a moment and they watched him. Junsu frowned and put a hand on his shoulder. A few minutes later, he opened his eyes. “I feel a storm coming.”
“Show off,” Junsu muttered and kissed his cheek.
“Good,” Jaejoong said. “Keep people including soldiers bunkered down at the same time that we are.”
“So,” Junho said, leaning against the door frame and staring (ogling) at Onew’s body still on display. “Taemin mentioned something about a two-for-one deal when we first got here.”
Yoochun laughed, but Junsu shouted his brother’s name in reprimand.
“What?” Junho demanded. “I have been surrounded by kissing, fucking, touching couples for how many months now? And Yoohwan has someone and won’t even fuck for a fucking’s sake. I need to get laid, and if you are going to get me killed, Kim Jaejoong, I want some orgasms first.”
Onew smiled and walked over to him. He boxed Junho against the wall even though Junho was obviously stronger and taller. “I am sure we can come to an agreement.”
“For a price.”
“Of course. This fog has really slowed our business down which is why we have a two-for-one deal. I suggest Jonghyun. He sucks cock better than the rest of us.”
“Yes, please.” Junho licked his lips. “My brother may be chaste, but by the gods, I am not. Not by my own choice. Throw in Key and I’ll triple whatever you want to charge me. I want my legs wrapped around him.”
Onew grinned. “Perfect. Turn around. Up the stairs. You have to pay extra for us to fuck you in front of people. First door on the right is the bathing room on the second level.”
Junho shivered and then smiled and turned around. He headed up the stairs and Onew, Key and Jonghyun followed him.
“What about you?” Yoochun asked and nuzzled against Junsu.
“What about me?”
“Want to prove to your brother that you are not chaste?”
Junsu snorted. “Not right now, but if we get up now, we’ll be the first in the bath on this level.”
“We?”
Junsu chuckled and held out his hands. “Yes, we. Come on. There are lots of places you will have to touch me to get me clean.”
Part 18: Torrent
Part 16: Flurry
Part 15: Breeze
Part 14: Sizzle
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, Heechul/Yoohwan
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 17:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
A/N: Still struggling with the last 3 or 4 chapters, but this one is done and good enough. The next one will be up as soon as Yunho gets done fucking Jaejooong ... well, until I write about Yunho fucking Jaejoong. I doubt he will ever get done fucking him. :)
The next morning, the faded visage of the mountains disappeared behind a thick layer of fog.
“You are amazing,” Junsu said and pressed his lips to the back of Yoochun’s neck.
“We are amazing,” he replied.
They rode on the same horse again, for support, they claimed, but Jaejoong saw the soft looks and not-so innocent touches between them as they broke camp. The two had not had sex, but there was a smile as wide as The Plains on Junsu’s face that refused to go away. And as always, Yoochun looked way too sure of himself.
“It is great cover,” Jaejoong said. “It will hide us as we near the city.”
“And once we get there?” Junho asked.
Jaejoong shrugged. “Improvise, I guess.”
They stared at him.
“What?”
“Changmin better have a plan,” Yoohwan said, “or we are so fucked.”
Jaejoong thought of being insulted, but Yoohwan was right. Changmin better have a plan. You hear me, Jaejoong thought. You better have a plan, Shim Changmin, and it better be amazing.
Jaejoong was sure there was audible scoff in his head. One that sounded like someone muttering Idiot under their breath.
It gave him hope.
_-\^\^_^/^/-_
The fog thickened with every passing day. Riding through the damp clouds made Jaejoong nervous. He looked about him constantly and, of course, saw nothing but more fog.
“Did you have to do so well?” Junho complained more than once.
But the fog served its purpose. Before long they rode along a road again, one of the side streets that skirted around the city and up into the hills. There was a man gate into the city, over a large bridge, but both Jaejoong and Yoohwan knew other ways to bypass the soldier’s outposts. They passed people and many soldiers, but Yoochun pulled the fog more tightly around them whenever they heard answering hooves on the road.
They also heard the city folk complaining about such unusual fog. There were no whispers about Elementals.
“Where do we go?” Junho asked, whispering because the fog hid them but hid others also.
Jaejoong knew exactly where they were in the outskirts of the city, but little else. He had lived in the palace and had not really made friends or spoke to others outside of it. Not a very scholarly sort of thing to do, he now realized, but his life had revolved around books and teaching for so long. Until he met Yunho.
“I know a place,” Yoohwan said and moved in front of them. The hooves of their horses clip-clopped around the winding streets, the echoes ten times as loud as they were before. They followed Yoohwan deeper into the city. Closer to the castle. Jaejoong tried not to let his nerves show. The others in their party would have no idea how close they were unless Jaejoong gave it away.
“Are you okay?” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong figured he had not hid his anxiety as well as he hoped. “Fine. Just nervous.”
The fog swirled around them, thinning only enough for Yoohwan to see the details of where they were when he asked Yoochun to blow a bit of it away. He led them down a narrow alley and into a small courtyard. Dismounting, he handed the reins of his horse to Junho.
“Do not get down until I say so,” Yoohwan said. “It has been awhile since I have been here. I do not want to lead the rest of you into a trap. And I am not quite sure if we can trust them just yet.”
And that did not help Jaejoong’s nerves.
Yoochun thinned the fog again, enough to see the brick buildings around them, the fountain at the center of the courtyard. Junsu smiled and let the water droplets bounce for a moment despite his brother’s hiss of disbelief.
Yoohwan went to a side door and knocked, another secret knock. But unlike at the Air Village, the door opened almost immediately.
“What is your pleasure, today? We have a deal on two-for-one, and--Yoohwan!”
“Hey, Taeminnie.”
The boy who answered the door was tall, auburn hair falling around his face. Pretty in a way that said he was naturally a beauty, but the makeup on his face enhanced his best features. His eyes, his lips. He wore little more than a blue silk robe with short sleeves that only just covered his kneecaps and his wrists were covered in bangles that jingled when he moved. Its sash barely kept the boy modest.
Yoohwan brought them to a whore house. Wonderful.
“Where ... what ...”
Yoohwan covered his mouth. “Sh, it is not safe for us. We need a place to stay.”
“Who is--” the boy looked at the courtyard. “By the God on High, Yoohwan. How did you even--”
“Sh. It is not safe. Please.”
“Of course, of course. Come in. But, Hwannie.”
Yoohwan hushed him again and motioned for the others. “We have not slept well, and a bath would be wonderful.”
“That will cost you.”
Yoohwan laughed. “Everything costs me something around this place.” He motioned to the others again. “Come on. Before someone else decides to call upon the house.”
They all dismounted and gathered up their bags.
“We are not a hotel,” Taemin said, “but I am sure you can make this worth our while.”
“We can,” Yoohwan said.
“Thank you,” Jaejoong said as he walked past Taemin and into the house. There were four others in the room, standing in various states of undress. But none smiled. Their arms crossed and their eyes hardened as they got a good look at those intruding upon them.
“You are putting us at great risk,” one said. He was topless, muscled arms crossed over a strong chest. His pants were loosely laced at his nips. Dark hair swept over his head and on another day, he probably would have been much friendlier.
Yoohwan nodded but stepped close and pressed a light kiss to his cheek. “I know. Sorry. We need a place to stay.”
“Why?”
Yoohwan glanced at Jaejoong. “It is safer if you do not know specifics.”
“And the next guard that comes to the door asking for a blowjob will end up getting a promotion because he is the one that found the six most wanted fugitives, traitors, and murderers in the country.”
“Or we could just go find a soldier,” another said. He was prettier than Taemin, with black hair streaked with color and bright green eyes. Like Taemin, he only wore a short silk robe, his a shocking shade of pink. “Each one of them has a price on their head of one hundred gold pieces.”
“That’s all an elemental is worth?” Yoochun asked and smirked. “By the gods, wait a few days and it will be ten times that much.”
“Elemental?” the first said and glanced at Yoochun. “What are you talking about?”
Jaejoong sighed. “Thank you for allowing us in your home. I am Kim Jaejoong, a former scribe of the king.” He motioned to Yunho, who stood with his hands loosely at his side. Jaejoong recognized it as his I-am-ready-to-throw-fire-at-you stance. “This is my lover, Jung Yunho. He and Kim Junsu are from the Water Knights Village north of here. Junsu is a Knight of Water, Yunho is a Knight of Fire, and Yoochun, who is Yoohwan’s older brother, is a Knight of Air.”
They stared, eyes wide, mouths open. “Dear God,” one finally muttered.
“Oh, and I’m Junho,” Junho said, “no special powers, so no real reason to introduce me.”
“My apologies,” Jaejoong said. “This is Kim Junho, Junsu’s twin, and the Knight of Sarcasm.”
That got a few of them to smile, and Yoochun actually laughed.
“Junsu and Yoochun created this fog so we could get into the city. We have been traveling for a long time and we are very tired and hungry, and we would be forever indebted to you if you allowed us to stay.”
“And a bath,” the one in pink said. “You all stink a bit.”
“Please.”
The man who looked like he was in charge nodded. “If any of us are hurt, you will leave.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Of course.”
“Thanks, Onew,” Yoohwan said. “This is Onew, by the way. He owns the house.” He motioned to the one in pink. “That is Key, and Minho is the one that is all legs, and the short one is Jonghyun.”
“Hey!” Jonghyun protested. He had blond hair and heavy eyeliner. Minho, the tallest and probably the most adorable, had curly hair bouncing around his face and pretty blue eyes. He, like Onew wore no shirt, and Jonghyun wore a robe in bright green that matched his eyes.
Yoohwan smiled. “Well, you are.”
“Who left all these fading hickys on your neck?” Taemin asked, running his finger over Yoohwan’s skin.
“I told you,” Yoohwan said, jerking away from his fingers. “Someone from home. We were there a couple weeks ago.”
“Running for your life,” Yoochun muttered, “and you stopped to fuck.”
“What exactly were you doing with Junsu three days ago?”
“Not fucking.”
“Close enough.”
“So what exactly is going on?” Onew asked with a pointed glare at the two of them.
“Changmin started it,” Jaejoong said, and told the five prostitutes about meeting Yunho, about Changmin revealing his powers as a Knight of Earth, about their trip across the country, and the changes they have seen in the way that the military was growing and abusing power.
“Changmin was captured?” Minho asked. “No wonder he has not been here for so long.”
“When was the last time you saw him?” Yoohwan asked.
“It’s been a month at least. I figured he finally found a lover of his own.”
“Such a brat,” Jaejoong murmured.
“What do you mean?”
“He came here for sex when he could have easily just asked me.”
Yunho growled.
“Before you, I mean,” Jaejoong said and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Key smirked. “He talked of you frequently and fondly. He did really like you. But he always said he was too smart to start a romance with someone else in the castle. Too many opportunities to create gossip.”
“Good. As long as he was not completely blind.”
Yunho shifted and draped his arm around Jaejoong tightly.
“So you hope Changmin has a plan?” Onew said.
“Yes,” Jaejoong said. “Because we do not have one.”
“If Changmin really is a Knight of Earth,” Jonghyun said, “then why did he allow himself to get captured? I mean, he has this power, right? And he can control things. Why not topple the walls and make things grow and ...”
“I think he is waiting for us,” Yoochun said. “We are much stronger when we are together. I am sure Changmin could do all of that, but he would not be able to stop the archer from hitting him with an arrow, like I can with air.”
“You need to let Changmin know you are here, somehow,” Minho said. “If he is in the dungeons, it will be difficult to get a message to him.”
“You could start a fire,” Key said. “He will probably hear of it.”
“I do not want to hurt anyone,” Yunho said, face hardening.
“I could go,” Jaejoong said.
“What?” more than Yunho demanded.
“I know the castle, I know a lot of the guards. I could go.”
“You will be captured immediately.”
“And taken to Changmin, if he is in the dungeon.”
“Or you will be killed on sight,” Yoochun said.
“I will not allow it,” Yunho said.
Junsu and Junho added their agreements to that.
“One of us could take a note,” Jonghyun suggested, “and maybe say it is for Changmin.”
“No,” Onew said immediately. “You are not endangering your life. None of you are.”
“We could ask about him,” Minho said. “Say he has not been by and we are only worried about him.”
“No.” Onew crossed his arms.
“I agree,” Yunho said. “It is too dangerous.”
Junsu spun around and smiled widely at Yoochun.
“What?” he asked.
“Remember what I did in the fog the other day?”
“Gods, baby, how could I ever forget your lips on my--”
“I meant the words, bastard,” Junsu said with a smile.
“Oh, right. Yes, and--” his eyes went wide and he laughed. “God, it is perfect. Perfect.”
“What?” Jaejoong asked.
Junsu smiled and said, “One moment.” He held out his hand and a tiny sliver of fog slipped into the room from under the door. The others inhaled in surprise, but no one said anything until Junsu had manipulated the fog into words.
Clouds are water.
“That is so cool,” Key said and reached to touch it. He spun his fingers through the “w” and Junsu laughed and let the fog encircle his wrist like one of the many bangles already there.
“I think that will send a proper message,” Onew said. “The king will definitely hear of it, and then ... what?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “That is why we hope Changmin has a plan.”
“We will keep your secrets, if only because we trust Changmin and want to help him,” Onew said. “Stay and relax. Sleep and bathe. Taemin and Minho will go to the market for more food.”
“That will be wonderful,” Jaejoong said and dug into his side pouch for money. “Please allow me to pay for it.”
“He would not have it any other way,” Yoohwan said and got a slap to the back of the head from Onew.
“Should we stay awake and make sure the fog stays put?” Junsu asked.
Jaejoong shook his head. “No. If it lifts, then let it. It served its purpose.”
Yoochun nodded and then shut his eyes. His hair blew in wind for a moment and they watched him. Junsu frowned and put a hand on his shoulder. A few minutes later, he opened his eyes. “I feel a storm coming.”
“Show off,” Junsu muttered and kissed his cheek.
“Good,” Jaejoong said. “Keep people including soldiers bunkered down at the same time that we are.”
“So,” Junho said, leaning against the door frame and staring (ogling) at Onew’s body still on display. “Taemin mentioned something about a two-for-one deal when we first got here.”
Yoochun laughed, but Junsu shouted his brother’s name in reprimand.
“What?” Junho demanded. “I have been surrounded by kissing, fucking, touching couples for how many months now? And Yoohwan has someone and won’t even fuck for a fucking’s sake. I need to get laid, and if you are going to get me killed, Kim Jaejoong, I want some orgasms first.”
Onew smiled and walked over to him. He boxed Junho against the wall even though Junho was obviously stronger and taller. “I am sure we can come to an agreement.”
“For a price.”
“Of course. This fog has really slowed our business down which is why we have a two-for-one deal. I suggest Jonghyun. He sucks cock better than the rest of us.”
“Yes, please.” Junho licked his lips. “My brother may be chaste, but by the gods, I am not. Not by my own choice. Throw in Key and I’ll triple whatever you want to charge me. I want my legs wrapped around him.”
Onew grinned. “Perfect. Turn around. Up the stairs. You have to pay extra for us to fuck you in front of people. First door on the right is the bathing room on the second level.”
Junho shivered and then smiled and turned around. He headed up the stairs and Onew, Key and Jonghyun followed him.
“What about you?” Yoochun asked and nuzzled against Junsu.
“What about me?”
“Want to prove to your brother that you are not chaste?”
Junsu snorted. “Not right now, but if we get up now, we’ll be the first in the bath on this level.”
“We?”
Junsu chuckled and held out his hands. “Yes, we. Come on. There are lots of places you will have to touch me to get me clean.”
Part 18: Torrent
Part 16: Flurry
Part 15: Breeze
Part 14: Sizzle
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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