Nevermore 6/6
Title: Nevermore 6/6
Pairing: Changmin/Yunho (minor Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are gods to me ... maybe they are actually gods ... either way, all I can do is worship them.
Summary: Changmin is tall dark and handsome in all the cliched romance novel ways. But he's also smart, sexy, intelligent, controlling, and perfect, and Yunho wants nothing more than to get on his knees and lick Changmin's boots. There's more to him than Yunho knows, and he should have figured it out based on the invisible ravens that follow Changmin around. But Yunho was pretty sure he'd been the only one that could see them.
Warning: mentioned mpreg not my fault. Changmin wanted babies with Yunho
Poster by me. :)
Part 6: The Pants and Explanation
Yunho weaved between awake and asleep. Soft hands caressed his skin, and fingertips trailed over hipbones and ribs. He stretched, smiling as he woke up, and turned to the side, mostly on his stomach. Just as he wished, Changmin moved his touches to Yunho’s ass and thighs. He bent one leg and curled his arms around a pillow. Changmin’s warm body leaned over him, adjusted and then pushed, and Yunho moaned as Changmin’s cock slipped inside him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Changmin said and kissed below his ear. He moved slowly, but did not leave Yunho waiting. He stroked Yunho’s dick, and Yunho canted into his touch. Like most of the previous night, Changmin knew exactly what Yunho wanted, exactly what he needed. It was heady and addicting.
Yunho was still barely awake, completely relaxed, when he suddenly came, moaning through an orgasm that pooled over Changmin’s knuckles.
He smiled over his shoulder, got a kiss for his troubles, and then Changmin hitched his leg a little higher, and sped up his thrusts until he was coming inside Yunho. Again, Changmin did not pull out just hugged Yunho closer, spooned up behind him and breathed out his pleasure in steadying gasps.
“Don’t fall back asleep,” Changmin said.
Yunho whined and shifted around.
Changmin moaned, gripped Yunho’s hip, and thrust a few times before stopping and pulling out. “Come on. I have a bath ready for you.”
Yunho huffed but let himself be led from the bed. Changmin wrapped his arms around Yunho’s waist and let him snuggle close on the way to the bathroom. Changmin was just a tiny bit taller than Yunho, and he liked that he could fit practically perfectly against his side. And that Changmin fit perfectly in his ass.
All signs were pointing to Changmin being his perfect fit in every way.
The bathroom was warm with steam.
Changmin kissed his cheek and said he would be right back. Yunho used the time he was gone to use the bathroom and wipe some of the come from his body. He settled into the hot water and ducked his head back to wet his hair. Something had been added to the water, which was cloudy and smelled of herbs. Something almost spicy.
Changmin returned, still beautifully naked. Again, he had a bowl of fruit. Yunho had never eaten so much fruit in his life. But it also meant that he got to eat it from Changmin’s fingers, and he did not mind that at all.
“So beautiful,” Changmin said as he ran his finger down Yunho’s shoulder and arm.
Yunho smiled. “So are you.”
“I pale in comparison.”
Yunho agreed to disagree, and he smiled and tugged on Changmin’s arm. “I want you in here with me.”
“It is not big enough,” he said, but fell to his knees on the side of the tub. He did not resist when Yunho tangled wet hands into his hair and pouted for a kiss.
“I hear you have a tub at your castle that is always hot and big enough for both of us.”
Changmin smiled. “I do.”
“I’d like to see it.”
“Whenever you want,” Changmin said, smile going wider. “The tub may not be big enough for both of us, but the shower is. Get up.”
Yunho pouted. “One more kiss.”
Changmin laughed and leaned over for another kiss that lasted until the water went cold. Yunho allowed himself to be hauled up and Changmin drained the tub. Yunho shivered until the shower started and then shivered when Changmin stripped from the sweats and climbed in with him, arms going around his middle. They spent a few long minutes kissing before Changmin took charge and washed Yunho, from his hair to the tips of his toes, and with fingers slipping inside him.
Yunho clung to him, kissing skin when he could, and pouted when Changmin washed himself, not letting Yunho touch him.
“If you touch me, my wings, I’m going to fuck you in this shower.”
“And that’s a problem?”
Changmin smiled and leaned back to rinse out his hair. “No, but I’d rather fuck you in a bed where I can bend you in half.”
Yunho moaned, reaching for a kiss, and pouted when he was denied.
Changmin laughed. He finished rinsing them and turned the water off. After drying them off (and only getting slightly distracted when he was on his knees and sucking on Yunho’s cock for a moment), Changmin took him to the bed and told him to lay on his stomach.
Yunho did, legs spread, hips up, waiting. Changmin straddled his ass and Yunho was a little confused until Changmin touched his shoulders and slid along his spine. Yunho moaned and shifted, smiling as Changmin massaged him and spread lotion into his skin.
“Your back will look amazing covered in tattoos of our clan.”
Yunho snorted. “You already said that.”
“It is the truth.”
Yunho shut his eyes. He let Changmin’s massage relax him for a few minutes before daring to ask quietly, “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?” Changin asked.
Yunho shut his eyes and enjoyed the firm massage of his back for a moment. He did not want that to go away suddenly. “What you told Jaejoong yesterday on the phone? That you’d stay here, with me, in this realm.”
Changmin froze for a moment and then the massage continued. “Of course, my wings. If this is where you wish to be, this is where we will be.”
“But your kingdom!”
Changmin chuckled. “I have a cousin who will make a wonderful king if need be.”
Yunho did not want Changmin to give up everything in his world for him. It was not fair to Changmin. And Yunho could not make that decision without going to his realm and seeing what it was like. The massage moved lower, and Yunho sighed at the firm grip on his ass. It wasn’t much longer before hands were replaced by lips and tongue and Yunho was bent in half, moaning his way to another orgasm and shooting his release all over his stomach.
^/\-v-/\^
The next morning, Yunho and Changmin entered Cheers to Java, and Yunho was only mildly surprised to see Apollo outside and Jaejoong inside. He was wearing tight jeans and one of those billowy shirts, mostly unbuttoned to show off his chest, tattoos, and muscles.
“Finally,” Jaejoong said. “I was thinking I was going to have to go over to your house and pry you out of Yunho’s ass.”
Yunho blushed, but Changmin smirked and smacked the back of Jaejoong’s head.
YooSu laughed at him.
“It’s about time someone put a smile like that on your face,” Yoochun said from behind the counter.
Yunho winced as he sat down on the couch.
“And bruises on your ass!” Junsu added.
Yunho flipped them off and could not fight the stupid smile on his face when Changmin sat next to him and wrapped his arm around him.
“Your friends are incredible flirts,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho laughed. “I know. Are you going to join them?”
Jaejoong shrugged and sipped on his coffee. “Maybe. They have been hinting at it. I will not say no.”
“Do you want to come over and cook some of that amazing kimchi jjigae tonight and I’ll tell them about you guys?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Definitely.”
^/\-v-/\^
Yunho stood in front of his mirror and blushed at the image reflecting back at him. Changmin had asked him to try on his pants, just for leering purposes. Yunho had not wanted to, but he liked being sexy and he liked that Changmin thought he was sexy.
So he wore the clinging pants that molded to his thighs and ass and showed off his erection. And he had put on one of Changmin’s billowy shirts. He left it open, showing off his body. He was not as defined as Changmin, and he knew he needed to get into the gym again and keep his muscles. If he didn’t work out every other day, he lost muscle quickly. The pants were low on his hips, and he put his hands on his own stomach, below his belly button. What would he look like pregnant? He barely was able to imagine it.
The doorbell rang, snapping him out of his thoughts.
He quickly buttoned up the shirt, covering only some of the hickys that dotted his skin. He heard YooSu’s laughter and Jaejoong’s deeper voice.
With a deep breath, he left the room and went to the living room. YooSu turned to him, and both of them stared, eyes wide, mouths open.
Jaejoong chuckled. “I knew you would look amazing in those pants.”
Yunho blushed, and Changmin took the few strides across the room, arms around Yunho’s body, hands at his ass, and kissed him.
“Bad idea,” Changmin said. “Now I just want to peel them off you and fuck you again.”
“Hey. No way! You have been fucking for two days,” Jaejoong said. “Dinner!”
Yunho pulled away from Changmin’s mouth. “I haven’t known him long, but I would fear for my life if I ever put sex before Jaejoong’s food.”
Changmin nodded sagely. “Smart.”
“Fuck you both. Come and eat.”
They smiled at each other, and Changmin put his arm around Yunho’s waist and led him to the table. Yunho wanted to kneel at his feet but decided not to, not yet, and moved his chair closer to sit right next to him.
Conversation was light. Changmin asked YooSu questions about their business, about Yoochun opening the cafe and Junsu’s soccer career that ended too soon because of injury. Jaejoong kept the conversation going, pouring wine to drink with their jjigae to counteract the spiciness. It was much spicier than the last time he made it. But it was devoured with no leftovers, and three bottles of the sweet wine disappeared. They moved into the living room with soju and Yoochun took control of the stereo, putting on his favorite jazz music.
Yunho sat on the couch for a little while with Jaejoong and Changmin on each side of him.
Suddenly, Nevermore flew into the window and Jaejoong stopped talking. Conversation faltered. Yunho glanced at Changmin and then Jaejoong, and Jaejoong nodded.
“What’s going on?” Junsu asked.
“We need to tell you something,” Yunho said.
“Oh my god, you are pregnant!” Yoochun said.
Yunho smiled. “Not yet.”
“Huh?”
Yunho shifted to the edge of the couch and sank to the floor. He gripped Changmin’s leg and leaned his head on his thigh. “Remember when I said that I wanted to kneel at Changmin’s feet and worship him?”
Yoochun smirked. “Do you need an audience?”
“No,” Changmin said and gripped Yunho’s hair in a show of possession. Yunho had no problems arching into the pull with a small moan.
“Focus, please, your highness,” Jaejoong said.
Changmin smiled. “I am focused on the hottest man in the room.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
“Nevermore,” Changmin said and held out his other hand. The raven took flight and settled on Changmin’s knee. He rubbed the top of his head and cooed at him.
YooSu were looking at him like he was crazy. Jaejoong stood up and grabbed the bowl of fruit still on the table. On his way back to his chair, he tossed a berry toward Nevermore, who took flight and caught it. To YooSu, it looked like the fruit disappeared.
“What the hell?”
Jaejoong threw a grape.
Yunho laughed at their faces and he said, “Jaejoong, come on. Make them see.”
Jaejoong smirked. “But this is fun.” He threw another piece of fruit for the raven.
“Jaejoong, just do it.”
“Fine, fine.” He moved in front of YooSu. “I know you two do not know me well nor trust me, but please try to relax.”
Yoochun opened his mouth to say something, but Jaejoong waved his hand in front of their faces, white mist twisted from his fingertips and sank into their eyes, and they both blinked and stared up at him with wide eyes.
Jaejoong winked. “Magic.” He turned around and threw another piece of fruit for Nevermore.
By YooSu’s shout, they could see the raven.
“Holy shit, where did that bird come from? What the hell is going on?”
“Do you want me to tell them?” Changmin asked, rubbing his fingers down Yunho’s neck.
Yunho fought not to whimper and he shook his head, licking his lips. “I started seeing ravens about two months ago. At first I thought they were normal birds, but then they started getting bigger, and bigger. One was even the size of a car. I thought I was going crazy.” He smiled and said, “Okay, crazier.”
Yoochun laughed. “There were a few weeks where you were acting funny.”
“You would too if you kept seeing these giant birds that no one else could see.”
He told YooSu about talking to Changmin that first day in the cafe, and then when Changmin broke into his apartment. He knew something was weird then, and Changmin admitted that he could see the raven that Yunho had named Nevermore. He continued with what Changmin and Jaejoong told him about the realm, the wars, the clans.
“So Yunho is some sort of tribute to you?” Yoochun demanded.
“Maybe at first,” Changmin said and tugged on Yunho’s ear. “Now he is my prince, my love, my--”
“--sex toy,” Jaejoong said with a grin.
“He is not!”
“I like being your sex toy,” Yunho said and rubbed against his leg.
“So are you leaving?” Junsu asked, gripping Yoochun’s hand. “I mean, if all this is real. Are you leaving to go with him?”
Yunho smiled up at Changmin. “I don’t know. I can’t make that decision lightly, Junsu. I’m telling you two because you’re my family and my best friends. I did not want to just disappear, but ... well, Changmin is willing to stay here if I want him to. But it isn’t fair to make him stay when I haven’t even given his world, our world, a chance.”
Yunho took a very deep breath and met Yoochun’s eyes. “Remember when I asked you if you’d have babies for Junsu?”
“Yes.” His eyes went wide. “Oh my god, you are pregnant.”
Yunho shook his head. “No, I’m not. But in their world, I could be.”
“What?”
“Male pregnancy is possible in our realm,” Jaejoong said, “and if Yunho and Changmin are married, he will be expected to produce an heir to the throne.”
“If?” Changmin demanded.
“Yes, if. You have not even asked him yet, dumbass.”
Yunho smiled. “You haven’t.”
Changmin scowled at Jaejoong and then looked down at Yunho. “I am sorry, my wings. Once again, I am just assuming things because that is the way I have planned them in my head.”
“So far your plans have been pretty good.”
“Then you will marry me?”
Yunho shook his head and then rubbed his cheek against Changmin’s knee when the other frowned. “You cannot ask me that yet. I barely know you. But I am not saying no and I’m not saying yes.”
“He’s saying ‘give him another orgasm and he’ll think about it,’” Jaejoong said.
“Not when we’re here, please,” Yoochun said. “I shared a room with Yunho. I still have nightmares about his moaning.”
“Fuck you,” Yunho tossed out but curled against Changmin in satisfaction when his hand cupped his jaw, tilted his head back and lips pressed against his.
“Ugh, you two are sick,” Junsu muttered.
“Yeah. Junsu’s moaning is much sweeter.”
“You know, I would not mind hearing that,” Jaejoong said with a smirk.
Yoochun and Junsu exchanged a look, and both of them smiled. “Well,” Yoochun said, “this makes me wish Yunho had a spare room.”
“So glad I don’t.”
Junsu checked his watch. “It’s getting late. We should go to bed. You know, early to bed, early to rise.”
“Early to come?” Jaejoong asked.
“Never with Yoochun.”
“Guess I will do my best to break him.”
Junsu flung his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Let me tell you all about Yoochun in bed on our way.”
“Hey that’s cheating!” Yoochun said and hurried after the two of them. The door shut.
Changmin pulled Yunho up into his lap as soon as they were gone. Yunho tangled his hands in Changmin’s hair and kissed him.
“You know,” he said, words muffled because Yunho did not want to stop kissing him. “If I could do nothing but kiss you I would be happy for the rest of my life. Here or in my realm. It doesn’t matter. As long as you’re there.”
Yunho smiled and slinked back down to the floor. “I think you mean as long as I’m here.” He ran his hands up Changmin’s thighs and pressed his face to his erection, finally opening his mouth around the fabric-covered length.
Changmin moaned. He let Yunho suck for only a few moments. “Want to go to bed?” His hands went to Yunho’s hair and tugged.
“Only if you’re going to let me worship you like a proper gift should worship its master.”
Changmin groaned and nodded. “For as long as you would like.”
^/\-v-/\^
--- 3 weeks later ---
“I’m just taking a few weeks off,” Yunho said, rubbing Junsu’s back. His friend refused to let go of him. “I’ll be back.” He looked up to find Yoochun to rescue him, but he was no help.
Yoochun glared at him. “You better not come back all knocked up.”
Yunho laughed. “If I end up pregnant, I can’t leave. The baby wouldn’t survive here before it’s born.”
Yoochun pointed a finger at Changmin. “Don’t you dare knock him up in a ruse to get him to stay.”
Changmin smiled and shook his head. “I would never do that to him. I only want him to be happy.”
Yoochun grumbled. “Happy? Yeah, have you not heard him say he wants like twenty-five kids.”
“No, but that is interesting.”
“Shut up!” Yunho said. “I’m not going to be pregnant. I will be back, okay? I have contracts and modeling gigs to do in less than a month.”
Yoochun crossed his arms. “I don’t like it.”
Jaejoong leaned his chin on Yoochun’s shoulder and whispered, not so quietly, “I don’t have to go back with them, not right away, want me to fuck you in all the right ways again and take your mind off it?”
Yoochun shivered but shook his head. “No. I just ...”
“You’ll come back,” Junsu asked, finally pulling away. He went to Yoochun’s other side. Yoochun relaxed as Junsu hugged him.
Yunho went to both and wrapped his arms around them. “I love you guys. I will be back, okay?”
---
Sequel: Forever More
Part 5: The Tantalizing Sensation of Lips
Part 4: The Kissable Boots
Part 3: The Advice of Best Friends
Part 2: The Dessert-Stealing Raven
Part 1: The Hottest Guy in the Room
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Pairing: Changmin/Yunho (minor Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are gods to me ... maybe they are actually gods ... either way, all I can do is worship them.
Summary: Changmin is tall dark and handsome in all the cliched romance novel ways. But he's also smart, sexy, intelligent, controlling, and perfect, and Yunho wants nothing more than to get on his knees and lick Changmin's boots. There's more to him than Yunho knows, and he should have figured it out based on the invisible ravens that follow Changmin around. But Yunho was pretty sure he'd been the only one that could see them.
Warning: mentioned mpreg not my fault. Changmin wanted babies with Yunho
Poster by me. :)
Part 6: The Pants and Explanation
Yunho weaved between awake and asleep. Soft hands caressed his skin, and fingertips trailed over hipbones and ribs. He stretched, smiling as he woke up, and turned to the side, mostly on his stomach. Just as he wished, Changmin moved his touches to Yunho’s ass and thighs. He bent one leg and curled his arms around a pillow. Changmin’s warm body leaned over him, adjusted and then pushed, and Yunho moaned as Changmin’s cock slipped inside him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Changmin said and kissed below his ear. He moved slowly, but did not leave Yunho waiting. He stroked Yunho’s dick, and Yunho canted into his touch. Like most of the previous night, Changmin knew exactly what Yunho wanted, exactly what he needed. It was heady and addicting.
Yunho was still barely awake, completely relaxed, when he suddenly came, moaning through an orgasm that pooled over Changmin’s knuckles.
He smiled over his shoulder, got a kiss for his troubles, and then Changmin hitched his leg a little higher, and sped up his thrusts until he was coming inside Yunho. Again, Changmin did not pull out just hugged Yunho closer, spooned up behind him and breathed out his pleasure in steadying gasps.
“Don’t fall back asleep,” Changmin said.
Yunho whined and shifted around.
Changmin moaned, gripped Yunho’s hip, and thrust a few times before stopping and pulling out. “Come on. I have a bath ready for you.”
Yunho huffed but let himself be led from the bed. Changmin wrapped his arms around Yunho’s waist and let him snuggle close on the way to the bathroom. Changmin was just a tiny bit taller than Yunho, and he liked that he could fit practically perfectly against his side. And that Changmin fit perfectly in his ass.
All signs were pointing to Changmin being his perfect fit in every way.
The bathroom was warm with steam.
Changmin kissed his cheek and said he would be right back. Yunho used the time he was gone to use the bathroom and wipe some of the come from his body. He settled into the hot water and ducked his head back to wet his hair. Something had been added to the water, which was cloudy and smelled of herbs. Something almost spicy.
Changmin returned, still beautifully naked. Again, he had a bowl of fruit. Yunho had never eaten so much fruit in his life. But it also meant that he got to eat it from Changmin’s fingers, and he did not mind that at all.
“So beautiful,” Changmin said as he ran his finger down Yunho’s shoulder and arm.
Yunho smiled. “So are you.”
“I pale in comparison.”
Yunho agreed to disagree, and he smiled and tugged on Changmin’s arm. “I want you in here with me.”
“It is not big enough,” he said, but fell to his knees on the side of the tub. He did not resist when Yunho tangled wet hands into his hair and pouted for a kiss.
“I hear you have a tub at your castle that is always hot and big enough for both of us.”
Changmin smiled. “I do.”
“I’d like to see it.”
“Whenever you want,” Changmin said, smile going wider. “The tub may not be big enough for both of us, but the shower is. Get up.”
Yunho pouted. “One more kiss.”
Changmin laughed and leaned over for another kiss that lasted until the water went cold. Yunho allowed himself to be hauled up and Changmin drained the tub. Yunho shivered until the shower started and then shivered when Changmin stripped from the sweats and climbed in with him, arms going around his middle. They spent a few long minutes kissing before Changmin took charge and washed Yunho, from his hair to the tips of his toes, and with fingers slipping inside him.
Yunho clung to him, kissing skin when he could, and pouted when Changmin washed himself, not letting Yunho touch him.
“If you touch me, my wings, I’m going to fuck you in this shower.”
“And that’s a problem?”
Changmin smiled and leaned back to rinse out his hair. “No, but I’d rather fuck you in a bed where I can bend you in half.”
Yunho moaned, reaching for a kiss, and pouted when he was denied.
Changmin laughed. He finished rinsing them and turned the water off. After drying them off (and only getting slightly distracted when he was on his knees and sucking on Yunho’s cock for a moment), Changmin took him to the bed and told him to lay on his stomach.
Yunho did, legs spread, hips up, waiting. Changmin straddled his ass and Yunho was a little confused until Changmin touched his shoulders and slid along his spine. Yunho moaned and shifted, smiling as Changmin massaged him and spread lotion into his skin.
“Your back will look amazing covered in tattoos of our clan.”
Yunho snorted. “You already said that.”
“It is the truth.”
Yunho shut his eyes. He let Changmin’s massage relax him for a few minutes before daring to ask quietly, “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?” Changin asked.
Yunho shut his eyes and enjoyed the firm massage of his back for a moment. He did not want that to go away suddenly. “What you told Jaejoong yesterday on the phone? That you’d stay here, with me, in this realm.”
Changmin froze for a moment and then the massage continued. “Of course, my wings. If this is where you wish to be, this is where we will be.”
“But your kingdom!”
Changmin chuckled. “I have a cousin who will make a wonderful king if need be.”
Yunho did not want Changmin to give up everything in his world for him. It was not fair to Changmin. And Yunho could not make that decision without going to his realm and seeing what it was like. The massage moved lower, and Yunho sighed at the firm grip on his ass. It wasn’t much longer before hands were replaced by lips and tongue and Yunho was bent in half, moaning his way to another orgasm and shooting his release all over his stomach.
^/\-v-/\^
The next morning, Yunho and Changmin entered Cheers to Java, and Yunho was only mildly surprised to see Apollo outside and Jaejoong inside. He was wearing tight jeans and one of those billowy shirts, mostly unbuttoned to show off his chest, tattoos, and muscles.
“Finally,” Jaejoong said. “I was thinking I was going to have to go over to your house and pry you out of Yunho’s ass.”
Yunho blushed, but Changmin smirked and smacked the back of Jaejoong’s head.
YooSu laughed at him.
“It’s about time someone put a smile like that on your face,” Yoochun said from behind the counter.
Yunho winced as he sat down on the couch.
“And bruises on your ass!” Junsu added.
Yunho flipped them off and could not fight the stupid smile on his face when Changmin sat next to him and wrapped his arm around him.
“Your friends are incredible flirts,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho laughed. “I know. Are you going to join them?”
Jaejoong shrugged and sipped on his coffee. “Maybe. They have been hinting at it. I will not say no.”
“Do you want to come over and cook some of that amazing kimchi jjigae tonight and I’ll tell them about you guys?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Definitely.”
^/\-v-/\^
Yunho stood in front of his mirror and blushed at the image reflecting back at him. Changmin had asked him to try on his pants, just for leering purposes. Yunho had not wanted to, but he liked being sexy and he liked that Changmin thought he was sexy.
So he wore the clinging pants that molded to his thighs and ass and showed off his erection. And he had put on one of Changmin’s billowy shirts. He left it open, showing off his body. He was not as defined as Changmin, and he knew he needed to get into the gym again and keep his muscles. If he didn’t work out every other day, he lost muscle quickly. The pants were low on his hips, and he put his hands on his own stomach, below his belly button. What would he look like pregnant? He barely was able to imagine it.
The doorbell rang, snapping him out of his thoughts.
He quickly buttoned up the shirt, covering only some of the hickys that dotted his skin. He heard YooSu’s laughter and Jaejoong’s deeper voice.
With a deep breath, he left the room and went to the living room. YooSu turned to him, and both of them stared, eyes wide, mouths open.
Jaejoong chuckled. “I knew you would look amazing in those pants.”
Yunho blushed, and Changmin took the few strides across the room, arms around Yunho’s body, hands at his ass, and kissed him.
“Bad idea,” Changmin said. “Now I just want to peel them off you and fuck you again.”
“Hey. No way! You have been fucking for two days,” Jaejoong said. “Dinner!”
Yunho pulled away from Changmin’s mouth. “I haven’t known him long, but I would fear for my life if I ever put sex before Jaejoong’s food.”
Changmin nodded sagely. “Smart.”
“Fuck you both. Come and eat.”
They smiled at each other, and Changmin put his arm around Yunho’s waist and led him to the table. Yunho wanted to kneel at his feet but decided not to, not yet, and moved his chair closer to sit right next to him.
Conversation was light. Changmin asked YooSu questions about their business, about Yoochun opening the cafe and Junsu’s soccer career that ended too soon because of injury. Jaejoong kept the conversation going, pouring wine to drink with their jjigae to counteract the spiciness. It was much spicier than the last time he made it. But it was devoured with no leftovers, and three bottles of the sweet wine disappeared. They moved into the living room with soju and Yoochun took control of the stereo, putting on his favorite jazz music.
Yunho sat on the couch for a little while with Jaejoong and Changmin on each side of him.
Suddenly, Nevermore flew into the window and Jaejoong stopped talking. Conversation faltered. Yunho glanced at Changmin and then Jaejoong, and Jaejoong nodded.
“What’s going on?” Junsu asked.
“We need to tell you something,” Yunho said.
“Oh my god, you are pregnant!” Yoochun said.
Yunho smiled. “Not yet.”
“Huh?”
Yunho shifted to the edge of the couch and sank to the floor. He gripped Changmin’s leg and leaned his head on his thigh. “Remember when I said that I wanted to kneel at Changmin’s feet and worship him?”
Yoochun smirked. “Do you need an audience?”
“No,” Changmin said and gripped Yunho’s hair in a show of possession. Yunho had no problems arching into the pull with a small moan.
“Focus, please, your highness,” Jaejoong said.
Changmin smiled. “I am focused on the hottest man in the room.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
“Nevermore,” Changmin said and held out his other hand. The raven took flight and settled on Changmin’s knee. He rubbed the top of his head and cooed at him.
YooSu were looking at him like he was crazy. Jaejoong stood up and grabbed the bowl of fruit still on the table. On his way back to his chair, he tossed a berry toward Nevermore, who took flight and caught it. To YooSu, it looked like the fruit disappeared.
“What the hell?”
Jaejoong threw a grape.
Yunho laughed at their faces and he said, “Jaejoong, come on. Make them see.”
Jaejoong smirked. “But this is fun.” He threw another piece of fruit for the raven.
“Jaejoong, just do it.”
“Fine, fine.” He moved in front of YooSu. “I know you two do not know me well nor trust me, but please try to relax.”
Yoochun opened his mouth to say something, but Jaejoong waved his hand in front of their faces, white mist twisted from his fingertips and sank into their eyes, and they both blinked and stared up at him with wide eyes.
Jaejoong winked. “Magic.” He turned around and threw another piece of fruit for Nevermore.
By YooSu’s shout, they could see the raven.
“Holy shit, where did that bird come from? What the hell is going on?”
“Do you want me to tell them?” Changmin asked, rubbing his fingers down Yunho’s neck.
Yunho fought not to whimper and he shook his head, licking his lips. “I started seeing ravens about two months ago. At first I thought they were normal birds, but then they started getting bigger, and bigger. One was even the size of a car. I thought I was going crazy.” He smiled and said, “Okay, crazier.”
Yoochun laughed. “There were a few weeks where you were acting funny.”
“You would too if you kept seeing these giant birds that no one else could see.”
He told YooSu about talking to Changmin that first day in the cafe, and then when Changmin broke into his apartment. He knew something was weird then, and Changmin admitted that he could see the raven that Yunho had named Nevermore. He continued with what Changmin and Jaejoong told him about the realm, the wars, the clans.
“So Yunho is some sort of tribute to you?” Yoochun demanded.
“Maybe at first,” Changmin said and tugged on Yunho’s ear. “Now he is my prince, my love, my--”
“--sex toy,” Jaejoong said with a grin.
“He is not!”
“I like being your sex toy,” Yunho said and rubbed against his leg.
“So are you leaving?” Junsu asked, gripping Yoochun’s hand. “I mean, if all this is real. Are you leaving to go with him?”
Yunho smiled up at Changmin. “I don’t know. I can’t make that decision lightly, Junsu. I’m telling you two because you’re my family and my best friends. I did not want to just disappear, but ... well, Changmin is willing to stay here if I want him to. But it isn’t fair to make him stay when I haven’t even given his world, our world, a chance.”
Yunho took a very deep breath and met Yoochun’s eyes. “Remember when I asked you if you’d have babies for Junsu?”
“Yes.” His eyes went wide. “Oh my god, you are pregnant.”
Yunho shook his head. “No, I’m not. But in their world, I could be.”
“What?”
“Male pregnancy is possible in our realm,” Jaejoong said, “and if Yunho and Changmin are married, he will be expected to produce an heir to the throne.”
“If?” Changmin demanded.
“Yes, if. You have not even asked him yet, dumbass.”
Yunho smiled. “You haven’t.”
Changmin scowled at Jaejoong and then looked down at Yunho. “I am sorry, my wings. Once again, I am just assuming things because that is the way I have planned them in my head.”
“So far your plans have been pretty good.”
“Then you will marry me?”
Yunho shook his head and then rubbed his cheek against Changmin’s knee when the other frowned. “You cannot ask me that yet. I barely know you. But I am not saying no and I’m not saying yes.”
“He’s saying ‘give him another orgasm and he’ll think about it,’” Jaejoong said.
“Not when we’re here, please,” Yoochun said. “I shared a room with Yunho. I still have nightmares about his moaning.”
“Fuck you,” Yunho tossed out but curled against Changmin in satisfaction when his hand cupped his jaw, tilted his head back and lips pressed against his.
“Ugh, you two are sick,” Junsu muttered.
“Yeah. Junsu’s moaning is much sweeter.”
“You know, I would not mind hearing that,” Jaejoong said with a smirk.
Yoochun and Junsu exchanged a look, and both of them smiled. “Well,” Yoochun said, “this makes me wish Yunho had a spare room.”
“So glad I don’t.”
Junsu checked his watch. “It’s getting late. We should go to bed. You know, early to bed, early to rise.”
“Early to come?” Jaejoong asked.
“Never with Yoochun.”
“Guess I will do my best to break him.”
Junsu flung his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Let me tell you all about Yoochun in bed on our way.”
“Hey that’s cheating!” Yoochun said and hurried after the two of them. The door shut.
Changmin pulled Yunho up into his lap as soon as they were gone. Yunho tangled his hands in Changmin’s hair and kissed him.
“You know,” he said, words muffled because Yunho did not want to stop kissing him. “If I could do nothing but kiss you I would be happy for the rest of my life. Here or in my realm. It doesn’t matter. As long as you’re there.”
Yunho smiled and slinked back down to the floor. “I think you mean as long as I’m here.” He ran his hands up Changmin’s thighs and pressed his face to his erection, finally opening his mouth around the fabric-covered length.
Changmin moaned. He let Yunho suck for only a few moments. “Want to go to bed?” His hands went to Yunho’s hair and tugged.
“Only if you’re going to let me worship you like a proper gift should worship its master.”
Changmin groaned and nodded. “For as long as you would like.”
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--- 3 weeks later ---
“I’m just taking a few weeks off,” Yunho said, rubbing Junsu’s back. His friend refused to let go of him. “I’ll be back.” He looked up to find Yoochun to rescue him, but he was no help.
Yoochun glared at him. “You better not come back all knocked up.”
Yunho laughed. “If I end up pregnant, I can’t leave. The baby wouldn’t survive here before it’s born.”
Yoochun pointed a finger at Changmin. “Don’t you dare knock him up in a ruse to get him to stay.”
Changmin smiled and shook his head. “I would never do that to him. I only want him to be happy.”
Yoochun grumbled. “Happy? Yeah, have you not heard him say he wants like twenty-five kids.”
“No, but that is interesting.”
“Shut up!” Yunho said. “I’m not going to be pregnant. I will be back, okay? I have contracts and modeling gigs to do in less than a month.”
Yoochun crossed his arms. “I don’t like it.”
Jaejoong leaned his chin on Yoochun’s shoulder and whispered, not so quietly, “I don’t have to go back with them, not right away, want me to fuck you in all the right ways again and take your mind off it?”
Yoochun shivered but shook his head. “No. I just ...”
“You’ll come back,” Junsu asked, finally pulling away. He went to Yoochun’s other side. Yoochun relaxed as Junsu hugged him.
Yunho went to both and wrapped his arms around them. “I love you guys. I will be back, okay?”
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Sequel: Forever More
Part 5: The Tantalizing Sensation of Lips
Part 4: The Kissable Boots
Part 3: The Advice of Best Friends
Part 2: The Dessert-Stealing Raven
Part 1: The Hottest Guy in the Room
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