Tightly Bound 7/?
Title: Tightly Bound 7/?
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my mind can they be bound together with magic spells.
Summary: Jaejoong is Changmin's biggest rival. When the elf reveals that Changmin is his only option to curb the pain from an ancient curse, Changmin must decide what to do. And he must decide if his sudden feelings for Jaejoong are real, or a result of magic he does not understand.
A/N: This is as much as I have completely finished. My week is a little crazy, so I may not get to update this story again until the weekend. But you know, who knows?
Part 7: The Binding Spells
Once they had mostly calmed down and were able to actually stand up (and be presentable), Changmin led the way through the servant hallways and back to his room. Their room.
On the table in his sitting room was a bottle of the castle’s finest whiskey and a note from Minho.
Thank me for knowing where everything is in this castle.
Changmin chuckled. “Do you want a drink?”
Jaejoong frowned. “I do, but I can still taste you in my mouth and I do not want that to go away.”
Changmin flushed. He popped open the bottle and poured very liberal shots into the two glasses provided. “I guess you’ll just have to get your mouth back on my dick then.”
Jaejoong laughed. “That is a great idea.”
Changmin handed Jaejoong a glass.
“A toast,” Jaejoong said.
“To what?”
“To binding curses,” Jaejoong said, eyes dancing with laughter.
Changmin chuckled and clinked their glasses together. “To binding curses.”
They knocked back the alcohol. It burned down Changmin’s throat a bit. Jaejoong hummed in appreciation.
“Do you know what I want to do right now?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong smirked and licked his lips. “I can guess.”
Changmin ignored the lust that shot through him. “I want to take a nap.”
“Really?”
Changmin nodded. “I have not been sleeping well, and I do not have to do anything else today. Nothing but be with you, and I want to sleep next to you and hold you and just relax for a few hours.”
Jaejoong’s smile turned to a frown. “You have not been sleeping well?”
Changmin shook his head. “It’s all your fault.”
Jaejoong sighed. “The curse is affecting you too.”
Changmin shrugged. “Maybe, but that’s not what I mean. It’s your fault because I have spent the last few weeks wanting you, desiring you. It is very hard to sleep when stroking off is no longer enough of a release.”
Jaejoong laughed. “So let’s go fuck.”
Changmin shook his head. “I want to take a nap. In my bed. With you in my arms.”
Jaejoong set the glass on the table and he nodded. “Then a fuck.”
“Probably.”
With a laugh, Jaejoong turned around and went into the bedroom. Changmin put his own glass on the table and followed him. Jaejoong began singing, the noise easily carrying from his room. Changmin closed all the drapes in his room, turning the bright afternoon light into a shadowy haven to share with his ... lover? slave? friend?
He was not sure what to call Jaejoong just yet. He shucked off all his clothes, slipped on some sleep pants, and climbed into the bed. It was so easy to shut his eyes and relax. A moment later the bed dipped and a very naked Jaejoong climbed into bed next to him. Changmin pulled him close, arms wrapped around him, fingers of one hand trailing up and down his tattooed back.
“So good,” Changmin whispered.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement.
Changmin kissed him again, a bit longer, a bit firmer. His tongue slipped along Jaejoong’s lips, and Jaejoong met the touch with his own. Changmin shifted until they were both comfortable and pressed together and still able to kiss one another.
“Sleep, my elf,” Changmin whispered against his lips. “Just for a little while, and then we will see how good you are at taking my cock.”
“Fuck you,” Jaejoong mumbled and turned around, back to Changmin.
Changmin laughed and spooned against him, arm around his waist, lips at the tattooed vines on his shoulder. He took a few deep breaths and let himself relax.
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Changmin woke up before his beautiful elf. He watched Jaejoong sleep, trailing his hand along the skin of his neck. The spell that hid the binding curse was fading. The lines appeared as a light gray.
Staring at the curse, his curiosity about the book renewed. Changmin carefully rose from the bed. He made sure Jaejoong had not woken up and then went into the elf’s room. The book was nowhere that he could see, and it made sense that it was hidden. He frowned and turned to leave the room, but thought that searching a few places would be okay. He went to the bed first, looking under the pillow, though that seemed a silly place to hide something. Maybe in the bedside chest. He opened the lid and saw the book sitting right on top. There were other things in there too, but Changmin did not want to rummage around in Jaejoong’s personal things without an invitation.
He went back to the bed. Jaejoong had curled up with his pillow. Chuckling, Changmin pried it from his grip. He used a few pillows to prop himself up against the headboard. Jaejoong rearranged around his lap, legs curled around his thigh, face pressed against his hip.
Changmin opened the book to the last page he had read. He had gotten through the Spells of Will and next were the Spells of the Future. He scanned them, pausing to read the more interesting spells: one about causing the subject to committ suicide or murder long after meeting with the warlock to keep suspicion off the warlock and another about causing the subject’s cursed blood to be passed on to their children, giving the warlock power and control over their future too.
As Changmin read, he understood why the Warlock Wars had happened. With power such as this, only the elves could have stopped them. Only the elves, with their natural magic of light and good, would have been strong enough to fight such magic of dark and evil.
The final section, Spells of Blood, was by far the largest. Changmin turned through the pages quickly and saw that it was only the thickest section because the few spells inside were much more complicated than that others. There were only seven Spells of Blood, but each one had at least a page of ingredients and another page of procedures, followed by a few pages of warnings and possible consequences of each spell.
A strong word of caution, the introduction read, The following spells are not to be used lightly. These spells cannot be hidden or brushed away as normal behavior unlike the spells of Will and Future. These spells will turn the subject into your slave in some way. The subject must always remain with you. Without the caster near, the subject may go insane with worry, grief and pain. If that is your intention, then be prepared for the consequences, for these spells cannot be done covertly.
“The king was a warlock,” Jaejoong said with a yawn.
“Huh?” Changmin jumped in surprise and looked down at him.
“The human king, at that time when the wars started. He was a warlock. He had placed himself on the throne easily using the spells in this book. He was a tyrant and used fear and power to govern the rest of the humans. Everyone lived in fear. As elves, we cared very little what the humans did to each other. The civil war, between humans and warlocks, was one-sided and the warlocks were easily destroying all that defied the king. Then, the king turned his greedy eyes upon my kingdom and began attacking elves. So we destroyed them. They fought well, but in vain. It is very hard to kill an elf. It is very easy to kill a human. We had killed almost a third of the human population before the final group of warlocks was destroyed.
“The battle that gave me this curse was near the end of the wars. We had been fighting for almost an entire human lifetime. The warlock had everything for the curse prepared beforehand. It was a last ditch effort to bind an elf to the warlock and then use the elf against the others. I was wounded. I had suffered a strong cutting spell that had been embedded in a sword, and it sliced right through my side. My commanding officer ordered me to stay put, and I did. No one was aware of the warlock that had slipped through our defenses. I was not completely defenseless, but it was difficult to fight with a gaping stomach wound. He broke the vial of his curse potion over my injury while saying the incantation to bind me to him. It was my scream of pain, when the spell connected me to someone, that brought a fellow elf to my side. He killed the warlock, and then only a few minutes later, as this mark appeared upon my neck did we both realize what had happened. He has been so sorry his entire life for killing that warlock because if he hadn’t, the warlock could have removed the spell.”
“The history books I have read never say that the elves waited so long to join the war. The books make it seem like the war started with the elves.”
“Of course it does. We do not want to admit that we did not care about humans at all. They were killing themselves off. They were weak. They were little more than cattle to the elves back then. After the wars though, we had to change our way of thinking because without help, it was inevitable that yet another war would break out. So we helped restore order. We destroyed anything relating to the warlocks. All of the magic spells, scrolls, potions, and books. Except that one, since it affected me so greatly, and we put one of your ancestors upon the throne. He had fought well by our side. He had been a wonderful human general. I think the warlock blood within you came later in your family tree. There were a few humans that I felt drawn to because of the curse, but it was very easy for my father’s magic to dampen the effects. When you were born, it was already tasking my father’s strength to keep the curse under control. The draw to you was more powerful than even all of the counsel’s magic.”
Changmin ran his fingers through Jaejoong’s blond hair. “Part of me wishes to thank my warlock ancestor because without him, you would not be naked in my bed.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Is it time for dinner?”
“Not just yet.”
“Okay, then I am not going to get up.”
Changmin laughed. “Good. Did you sleep well?”
Jaejoong smiled up at him. “I always sleep well when you are pressed against me.”
Changmin leaned down for a soft kiss. “Same here.
He resettled around Changmin’s body. His hand ran up and down Changmin’s thigh, the touch soft, unassuming, comforting.
Changmin looked back at the book. The seven spells were named: Banish, Fire, Pain, Servitude, Lust, Death, and Possession.
Banish erased blood, removed it from the body completely, killing the subject instantly. Fire let the warlock control the temperature of the blood, cooling it down or heating it up, with different incantations for every level, with a final incantation that made the subject feel as if they were burning from the inside. Pain did the same thing, but instead of temperature, the warlock used different levels of pain. And Lust used sex, desire, want, and a false sense of love as its weapon.
Servitude turned the subject into nothing more than a walking body, all the commands of the warlock obeyed. He controlled almost everything about the subject. And Death terrified Changmin. With just a word, the warlock could kill the subject, another word brought the subject back to life, over and over again, death and life, until the subject went insane.
Changmin hurried to the final spell.
“This is the curse upon me,” Jaejoong said, dragging his finger over the scrolled calligraphy.
Possession.
This spell, when cast correctly, will tie the subject to you in every way. They will be yours. They will belong to you. They will not be able to be out of your presence without being in pain. Their lust and love is connected to you. Their life is connected to you. Their will is not their own. They will do nothing save for what you command them. Those subjected to this curse and then left alone, with no contact to the warlock, have gone crazy with grief. But they cannot take their own life because they do not have permission. Others have died of the pain that feels, as one subject described, like their skin is being removed with a heated knife.
A word of caution to what sounds like the perfect spell. The warlock is also connected to the subject. While you will not feel the same painful effects, you will be drawn to the subject. You will want to be close to them. This spell of possession binds you to the subject, and binds the subject to you. While you have total control, the side effects are strong enough to almost make it feel like the subject has control over you.
“That makes so much more sense,” Changmin muttered as he scanned through the two pages of ingredients.
Jaejoong chuckled. “I know.” He moved his face up Changmin’s chest, biting at his skin and licking up to his nipple.
Changmin closed the book and set it on the edge of the bed. “I do not care if it is the curse,” he said. “Like you said, it is hard to separate my feelings from it. I have always found you attractive, and the last few weeks I have found you to be funny, sweet, generous, caring, and good at sucking my dick.”
Jaejoong laughed against his body.
“Like this, I can almost feel the curse. My blood sings. I can’t even explain it better than that. I feel happy and relaxed. Calm.” Changmin tilted Jaejoong’s head up and kissed him. “If it is the curse, then so be it. I am very happy, Jaejoong. Incredibly happy with you. I don't really care what has made me that way. The curse, sure, but I know that it is more than that. If you were not so beautiful, not so sweet, not so endearing, curse or no, I would not be sitting here with you naked in my bed.”
Jaejoong smiled, eyes sparkling with tears. “I am happy with you too.” Their mouths joined for a few long minutes. Jaejoong shifted away for a moment. “So there is your answer,” he said before climbing into Changmin’s lap. “Yes, it is the curse that makes you want to be with me. My question to you is, do you care?”
Changmin put his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and cupped his bare ass. “Not particularly.”
“And do you care if the curse makes me want to obey you, kneel at your feet, and worship your cock and body with my mouth?”
Changmin shuddered. “Definitely not.”
“So tell me, master, and I will obey.”
“Fuck.”
Jaejoong chuckled and said, “As you command, master.”
Part 8: The Binding Sex
Part 6: The Binding Treat
Part 5: The Binding Book
Part 4: The Binding Kiss
Part 3: The Binding Shots
Part 2: The Binding Touch
Part 1: The Binding Curse
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my mind can they be bound together with magic spells.
Summary: Jaejoong is Changmin's biggest rival. When the elf reveals that Changmin is his only option to curb the pain from an ancient curse, Changmin must decide what to do. And he must decide if his sudden feelings for Jaejoong are real, or a result of magic he does not understand.
A/N: This is as much as I have completely finished. My week is a little crazy, so I may not get to update this story again until the weekend. But you know, who knows?
Part 7: The Binding Spells
Once they had mostly calmed down and were able to actually stand up (and be presentable), Changmin led the way through the servant hallways and back to his room. Their room.
On the table in his sitting room was a bottle of the castle’s finest whiskey and a note from Minho.
Thank me for knowing where everything is in this castle.
Changmin chuckled. “Do you want a drink?”
Jaejoong frowned. “I do, but I can still taste you in my mouth and I do not want that to go away.”
Changmin flushed. He popped open the bottle and poured very liberal shots into the two glasses provided. “I guess you’ll just have to get your mouth back on my dick then.”
Jaejoong laughed. “That is a great idea.”
Changmin handed Jaejoong a glass.
“A toast,” Jaejoong said.
“To what?”
“To binding curses,” Jaejoong said, eyes dancing with laughter.
Changmin chuckled and clinked their glasses together. “To binding curses.”
They knocked back the alcohol. It burned down Changmin’s throat a bit. Jaejoong hummed in appreciation.
“Do you know what I want to do right now?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong smirked and licked his lips. “I can guess.”
Changmin ignored the lust that shot through him. “I want to take a nap.”
“Really?”
Changmin nodded. “I have not been sleeping well, and I do not have to do anything else today. Nothing but be with you, and I want to sleep next to you and hold you and just relax for a few hours.”
Jaejoong’s smile turned to a frown. “You have not been sleeping well?”
Changmin shook his head. “It’s all your fault.”
Jaejoong sighed. “The curse is affecting you too.”
Changmin shrugged. “Maybe, but that’s not what I mean. It’s your fault because I have spent the last few weeks wanting you, desiring you. It is very hard to sleep when stroking off is no longer enough of a release.”
Jaejoong laughed. “So let’s go fuck.”
Changmin shook his head. “I want to take a nap. In my bed. With you in my arms.”
Jaejoong set the glass on the table and he nodded. “Then a fuck.”
“Probably.”
With a laugh, Jaejoong turned around and went into the bedroom. Changmin put his own glass on the table and followed him. Jaejoong began singing, the noise easily carrying from his room. Changmin closed all the drapes in his room, turning the bright afternoon light into a shadowy haven to share with his ... lover? slave? friend?
He was not sure what to call Jaejoong just yet. He shucked off all his clothes, slipped on some sleep pants, and climbed into the bed. It was so easy to shut his eyes and relax. A moment later the bed dipped and a very naked Jaejoong climbed into bed next to him. Changmin pulled him close, arms wrapped around him, fingers of one hand trailing up and down his tattooed back.
“So good,” Changmin whispered.
Jaejoong hummed in agreement.
Changmin kissed him again, a bit longer, a bit firmer. His tongue slipped along Jaejoong’s lips, and Jaejoong met the touch with his own. Changmin shifted until they were both comfortable and pressed together and still able to kiss one another.
“Sleep, my elf,” Changmin whispered against his lips. “Just for a little while, and then we will see how good you are at taking my cock.”
“Fuck you,” Jaejoong mumbled and turned around, back to Changmin.
Changmin laughed and spooned against him, arm around his waist, lips at the tattooed vines on his shoulder. He took a few deep breaths and let himself relax.
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Changmin woke up before his beautiful elf. He watched Jaejoong sleep, trailing his hand along the skin of his neck. The spell that hid the binding curse was fading. The lines appeared as a light gray.
Staring at the curse, his curiosity about the book renewed. Changmin carefully rose from the bed. He made sure Jaejoong had not woken up and then went into the elf’s room. The book was nowhere that he could see, and it made sense that it was hidden. He frowned and turned to leave the room, but thought that searching a few places would be okay. He went to the bed first, looking under the pillow, though that seemed a silly place to hide something. Maybe in the bedside chest. He opened the lid and saw the book sitting right on top. There were other things in there too, but Changmin did not want to rummage around in Jaejoong’s personal things without an invitation.
He went back to the bed. Jaejoong had curled up with his pillow. Chuckling, Changmin pried it from his grip. He used a few pillows to prop himself up against the headboard. Jaejoong rearranged around his lap, legs curled around his thigh, face pressed against his hip.
Changmin opened the book to the last page he had read. He had gotten through the Spells of Will and next were the Spells of the Future. He scanned them, pausing to read the more interesting spells: one about causing the subject to committ suicide or murder long after meeting with the warlock to keep suspicion off the warlock and another about causing the subject’s cursed blood to be passed on to their children, giving the warlock power and control over their future too.
As Changmin read, he understood why the Warlock Wars had happened. With power such as this, only the elves could have stopped them. Only the elves, with their natural magic of light and good, would have been strong enough to fight such magic of dark and evil.
The final section, Spells of Blood, was by far the largest. Changmin turned through the pages quickly and saw that it was only the thickest section because the few spells inside were much more complicated than that others. There were only seven Spells of Blood, but each one had at least a page of ingredients and another page of procedures, followed by a few pages of warnings and possible consequences of each spell.
A strong word of caution, the introduction read, The following spells are not to be used lightly. These spells cannot be hidden or brushed away as normal behavior unlike the spells of Will and Future. These spells will turn the subject into your slave in some way. The subject must always remain with you. Without the caster near, the subject may go insane with worry, grief and pain. If that is your intention, then be prepared for the consequences, for these spells cannot be done covertly.
“The king was a warlock,” Jaejoong said with a yawn.
“Huh?” Changmin jumped in surprise and looked down at him.
“The human king, at that time when the wars started. He was a warlock. He had placed himself on the throne easily using the spells in this book. He was a tyrant and used fear and power to govern the rest of the humans. Everyone lived in fear. As elves, we cared very little what the humans did to each other. The civil war, between humans and warlocks, was one-sided and the warlocks were easily destroying all that defied the king. Then, the king turned his greedy eyes upon my kingdom and began attacking elves. So we destroyed them. They fought well, but in vain. It is very hard to kill an elf. It is very easy to kill a human. We had killed almost a third of the human population before the final group of warlocks was destroyed.
“The battle that gave me this curse was near the end of the wars. We had been fighting for almost an entire human lifetime. The warlock had everything for the curse prepared beforehand. It was a last ditch effort to bind an elf to the warlock and then use the elf against the others. I was wounded. I had suffered a strong cutting spell that had been embedded in a sword, and it sliced right through my side. My commanding officer ordered me to stay put, and I did. No one was aware of the warlock that had slipped through our defenses. I was not completely defenseless, but it was difficult to fight with a gaping stomach wound. He broke the vial of his curse potion over my injury while saying the incantation to bind me to him. It was my scream of pain, when the spell connected me to someone, that brought a fellow elf to my side. He killed the warlock, and then only a few minutes later, as this mark appeared upon my neck did we both realize what had happened. He has been so sorry his entire life for killing that warlock because if he hadn’t, the warlock could have removed the spell.”
“The history books I have read never say that the elves waited so long to join the war. The books make it seem like the war started with the elves.”
“Of course it does. We do not want to admit that we did not care about humans at all. They were killing themselves off. They were weak. They were little more than cattle to the elves back then. After the wars though, we had to change our way of thinking because without help, it was inevitable that yet another war would break out. So we helped restore order. We destroyed anything relating to the warlocks. All of the magic spells, scrolls, potions, and books. Except that one, since it affected me so greatly, and we put one of your ancestors upon the throne. He had fought well by our side. He had been a wonderful human general. I think the warlock blood within you came later in your family tree. There were a few humans that I felt drawn to because of the curse, but it was very easy for my father’s magic to dampen the effects. When you were born, it was already tasking my father’s strength to keep the curse under control. The draw to you was more powerful than even all of the counsel’s magic.”
Changmin ran his fingers through Jaejoong’s blond hair. “Part of me wishes to thank my warlock ancestor because without him, you would not be naked in my bed.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Is it time for dinner?”
“Not just yet.”
“Okay, then I am not going to get up.”
Changmin laughed. “Good. Did you sleep well?”
Jaejoong smiled up at him. “I always sleep well when you are pressed against me.”
Changmin leaned down for a soft kiss. “Same here.
He resettled around Changmin’s body. His hand ran up and down Changmin’s thigh, the touch soft, unassuming, comforting.
Changmin looked back at the book. The seven spells were named: Banish, Fire, Pain, Servitude, Lust, Death, and Possession.
Banish erased blood, removed it from the body completely, killing the subject instantly. Fire let the warlock control the temperature of the blood, cooling it down or heating it up, with different incantations for every level, with a final incantation that made the subject feel as if they were burning from the inside. Pain did the same thing, but instead of temperature, the warlock used different levels of pain. And Lust used sex, desire, want, and a false sense of love as its weapon.
Servitude turned the subject into nothing more than a walking body, all the commands of the warlock obeyed. He controlled almost everything about the subject. And Death terrified Changmin. With just a word, the warlock could kill the subject, another word brought the subject back to life, over and over again, death and life, until the subject went insane.
Changmin hurried to the final spell.
“This is the curse upon me,” Jaejoong said, dragging his finger over the scrolled calligraphy.
Possession.
This spell, when cast correctly, will tie the subject to you in every way. They will be yours. They will belong to you. They will not be able to be out of your presence without being in pain. Their lust and love is connected to you. Their life is connected to you. Their will is not their own. They will do nothing save for what you command them. Those subjected to this curse and then left alone, with no contact to the warlock, have gone crazy with grief. But they cannot take their own life because they do not have permission. Others have died of the pain that feels, as one subject described, like their skin is being removed with a heated knife.
A word of caution to what sounds like the perfect spell. The warlock is also connected to the subject. While you will not feel the same painful effects, you will be drawn to the subject. You will want to be close to them. This spell of possession binds you to the subject, and binds the subject to you. While you have total control, the side effects are strong enough to almost make it feel like the subject has control over you.
“That makes so much more sense,” Changmin muttered as he scanned through the two pages of ingredients.
Jaejoong chuckled. “I know.” He moved his face up Changmin’s chest, biting at his skin and licking up to his nipple.
Changmin closed the book and set it on the edge of the bed. “I do not care if it is the curse,” he said. “Like you said, it is hard to separate my feelings from it. I have always found you attractive, and the last few weeks I have found you to be funny, sweet, generous, caring, and good at sucking my dick.”
Jaejoong laughed against his body.
“Like this, I can almost feel the curse. My blood sings. I can’t even explain it better than that. I feel happy and relaxed. Calm.” Changmin tilted Jaejoong’s head up and kissed him. “If it is the curse, then so be it. I am very happy, Jaejoong. Incredibly happy with you. I don't really care what has made me that way. The curse, sure, but I know that it is more than that. If you were not so beautiful, not so sweet, not so endearing, curse or no, I would not be sitting here with you naked in my bed.”
Jaejoong smiled, eyes sparkling with tears. “I am happy with you too.” Their mouths joined for a few long minutes. Jaejoong shifted away for a moment. “So there is your answer,” he said before climbing into Changmin’s lap. “Yes, it is the curse that makes you want to be with me. My question to you is, do you care?”
Changmin put his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and cupped his bare ass. “Not particularly.”
“And do you care if the curse makes me want to obey you, kneel at your feet, and worship your cock and body with my mouth?”
Changmin shuddered. “Definitely not.”
“So tell me, master, and I will obey.”
“Fuck.”
Jaejoong chuckled and said, “As you command, master.”
Part 8: The Binding Sex
Part 6: The Binding Treat
Part 5: The Binding Book
Part 4: The Binding Kiss
Part 3: The Binding Shots
Part 2: The Binding Touch
Part 1: The Binding Curse
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