The Arrow's Flight 3/?
Title: The Arrow's Flight 3/?
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/fc, Yunho/Heechul, Yoochun/Yoohwan [incest], Junho/fc)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Here is another world that I wish existed in a place other than my mind, but it doesn't and I don't own them and I can only place them into this delusion.
Summary: Greed and corruption rule two neighboring kingdoms: The Kingdom of Mountains and the Kingdom of Trees. Two princes are planning a coup. Their success or failure depends on the shadow in the woods, the rogue of the forests, the arrow in the sky.
A/N: Totally inspired by Robin Hood. Can you blame me?
Warning: het
Part 3:
The Anchor
The anchor is any specific point on the body used as a location to anchor the archer's hand at full draw. The bow is drawn to that same location every time for consistency.
Jaejoong paced his sitting room. Back and forth. Back and forth. He worried at his finger, chewing on the nail and then on the cuticle. He took heavy breaths to keep from screaming in frustration.
Seunghyun and Jiyong stared at him in amusement from the door.
He had not been allowed to do any interrogating of who may have seen the princess leave. Or who had not been at their posts and allowed them to leave.
Fortunately, his guards were discreet with their questions. They knew how to ask questions without there being any clue as to why they were asking. He knew that no one but the six of them knew of Seohyun’s plight. But he still worried. For his friend, for his wife, for his child.
Daesung brought him food, that he had prepared himself, so Jaejoong had no worries lifting the spoonfuls of porridge and fruit to his mouth. The food did not settle, but as Daesung said so many times, it does not help to starve yourself, weaken yourself, when you need to be strong.
He needed that child desperately. He needed a male heir. He needed to start his plans in dethroning his father. They were already laid out, ready to go. The five guards around him had agreed. Junho and Junsu had agreed. Or so Junsu said. Someone did not. Someone that knew that Junsu traveled to the Kingdom of the Trees.
Jaejoong sat for a moment, rubbed his face and felt the wrinkles forming from stress. He was too young to be this stressed out. Dawn light brightened the arched windows of Jaejoong’s sitting room. He moved there and leaned against the brick ledge. He watched the sun rise, bathing the clouds in orange and gold light.
“Your highness,” Taeyang said from the doorway.
Jaejoong spun.
“Swift-Feet returned home. No rider.” He held out a piece of parchment.
Jaejoong stalked over to him and snapped the parchment from his hand. The scrawl was messy, but one he recognized.
All is well.
In the bottom corner was a sketch of a falling feather.
Jaejoong sighed in relief. He looked up at his guards. “We will make an announcement today, that someone attempted to assassinate the princess and she has been moved for her safety and the safety of our child.”
Seunghyun moved to the writing desk. He dipped a quill into ink and then began writing.
“She must give birth here,” Jiyong reminded him.
Jaejoong nodded. “She will be safe for now, and then we will bring her back under strict secrecy.”
“We were able to determine that she was taken only by those who came with Junsu,” Daesung said. “They overtook her guard in the night and knocked her out. Two of them carried her in a burlap sack that only looked like a bag of potatoes to the kitchen and stable staff.”
“That’s good to know.” Jaejoong took a deep breath to relax. “I mean, just that no one here knew that Junsu was here.”
“You should rest, your highness,” Seungri said. “We’ll keep watch.”
Jaejoong nodded. He knew they were right. He had to sleep, relax, and make it seem like his stress was not caused by his wife being gone. Pretend that it was his idea to have her moved.
“I’ll sleep for an hour or so,” Jaejoong said. “And then a bath.”
“I will wake you,” Seunghyun said.
“Thank you.”
<|---------<<<
Changmin paced along the walkway outside of his hut in the trees. Siwon had been working on Junsu’s wounds for hours now, and his wife, Yoona, had checked Seohyun and the unborn child. Both had passed her inspection and had been moved to Yuri’s quarters, the only one in their clan currently with child.
And not Changmin’s child despite what the rumors said.
He knew better than that. With a lover like Sungmin and his deadly martial arts abilities, approaching Yuri usually meant pain.
And Changmin’s affections were currently on and only on the man laying cut open upon his bed. Though that was very much a secret.
Changmin was on his way through another circuit of the walkway when Siwon exited through a door, wiping blood from his hands.
Changmin hurried over to him, practically running through the beams of morning sunlight breaking through the trees.
“He’s alive,” Siwon said, “but unconscious. I do not know when he will wake up or if he will. He has lost a lot of blood. He is not to be moved, and I will show you how to change his bandages. They need to be changed every few hours. And watch for infection. That can kill him before we managed to get medicine to stop it. I’ve sent Leeteuk to the Mountain Palace to warn his brother, and Donghae and Eunhyuk are going to the nearest village for medicine.”
Changmin nodded. “Okay. Can I go in?”
“Yes, and sleep while you’re in there. We need you alert.”
“I will. You, too.”
Siwon nodded. “I will have Yoona wake me in just an hour to check on him again. Send someone if his condition worsens.”
Changmin hugged him tightly and suddenly. “Thank you.”
Siwon smiled. “It’s what I do. Now, go.”
Changmin hurried to the door. He stepped into the dim room and let his eyes adjust to the weak light coming through the heavy drapes on the windows. He moved toward his bed and was careful not to touch anything as he kneeled on the wooden floor.
Junsu was ashen, skin too pale. But he was breathing, and Changmin saw the pulse of his heartbeat in his neck. It was slow, but strong.
Changmin leaned over the bed and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Wake up soon, love,” he whispered. “I need you.”
<|---------<<<
Heechul peered into their captain’s room, letting himself smirk at the silly, lovestruck archer. He supposed it was sweet in some way, but gods, it made their lives difficult. He left his perch, only partially certain he had not been seen. Max was the best. Max probably knew he had been there.
He slipped along the walkways wondering what this meant for their clan of misfits and outlaws. Max was in love with a prince. At least it was not the Heir Apparent. That would have caused a lot more troubles.
With a huff, he gripped a heavy rope and swung over to the platform near his quarters. Landing softly, he continued walking as if the moment in the air was nothing more than just another step. He slipped into his room and shut the door behind him. With the curtains drawn and the door shut, the room was dim. But there was enough light to see the occupant in his bed.
“You were right,” Heechul said as he went to the bed.
Yunho shrugged. “Of course I was.”
Heechul chuckled. “Cocky,” he said and licked his lips.
Yunho laughed.
Heechul sat on the edge of the bed and unlaced his boots. “When do you have to be on watch?”
“Not until noon.”
“Good.” The boots thunked to the floor. The tight leggings followed them. “My watch starts in an hour. One hour, Jung Yunho.”
Yunho smirked and held out his arms. “One hour is long enough for at least two orgasms, or just one, teased and drawn out with my mouth and fingers. Which do you prefer?”
Heechul pulled his tunic over his head and removed the hidden knife sheaths from his wrists. “I prefer a lover that isn’t a sarcastic wench.”
“Me, too, but here we are.”
“I am going to ignore that.”
“Won’t make it any less true. Now get over here and let me touch you.”
“I have a lot of questions about what Max is up to,” Heechul said, a hand on his own cock, stroking slowly.
“So do I, but we’re not going to get any answers out of him until he’s good and ready. He’s too emotionally invested in Junsu surviving right now.”
“Maybe that is a good time to question him. When his defenses are down?”
“Max’s defenses are never down,” Yunho said, “but we can do that instead. It seems like you’d prefer to go talk to him and ask him questions than to let me get my hands on you.”
Heechul laughed. “Never, love.”
“Then get over here. We’ll confront our leader after I have had three fingers buried inside you and sucked your orgasm down my throat.”
Heechul moaned and finally sank back to the bed, letting Yunho manhandle his naked body up and over his own for firm, deep kisses.
<|---------<<<
Changmin slept through the next night and into the next morning. He woke up disorientated and sore from being on the floor of his bedroom. Someone had draped a blanket over his lap.
Siwon bent over the bed, checking Junsu’s wounds. “He is better,” Siwon said. “And so are you. You no longer look like you’re about to pass out.”
Changmin grumbled and rubbed his face. He sat up and then stood up. He stretched out the kinks in his back, bent over with hands on the floor and then continued through a series of stretches and movements, ones his father taught him, to keep him loose and limber for attacks and battles.
A warrior needs strength and power in his body, but he also needs calm, logic, and control.
Changmin lived by those words from his father.
“Go eat,” Siwon said. “I’m going to replace his bandages and change the bedding. He needs to sleep in something not soaked through with his own blood and piss.”
“Gross,” Changmin said.
Siwon shrugged. “It happens when you’re unconscious.”
Yoona walked in with a pile of fresh bedding.
Changmin smiled and bowed over her hand, kissing the knuckles. “My lady.”
As always, Yoona rolled her eyes. “Good morning.”
“How is Seohyun?”
“Sleeping at the moment. The baby is doing just fine that I can tell. It is still moving and kicking, which means it is still alive and still breathing.”
“That is very good to hear.”
“Yuri was wondering if we were going to need her to be a wet nurse?”
Changmin shook his head. “The baby has to be born in the Trees Palace or it will lose its title of heir. But yes, just in case the baby comes early.”
“Emergency nipples.”
“Scandalous,” Siwon muttered.
Changmin laughed. “Go help your husband. I need some food.”
“I’m not supposed to warn you that Heechul and Yunho are planning to ambush you with questions,” Siwon said.
Changmin shrugged. “I probably won’t answer them.”
“I am going to suggest that you do,” Siwon said. “We have a princess of one kingdom in our hideout and you are consorting with the prince of another. These men respect you, but not because you are a noble. In spite of that actually.”
“I am no longer a noble.”
Siwon lifted an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms. “They respect the life you have built for them, and they do not understand the end goal, and they will not agree to it. They are rabble rousers, outlaws, and their own free men here.”
“You understand the goal?” Changmin said.
“I can guess,” Siwon clarified. “Anything that will change the way your men live will come with great protest.”
Changmin nodded. “I do know that.”
“Do you care?”
Changmin stopped by the door and sighed. “Too much, I think.” He left the room and headed down the platforms and stairs toward the ground. Normally he would take a rope, but he’d been mostly dead to the world for the majority of the day, and he wanted to check on things. Not that he thought their small village would fall apart without him, but it was always nice to know that he’d taught everyone well.
Those that saw him waved and said hello. A few of the older women tried to brush at dirt on his tunic, though Yuri had assured him that it was just an excuse to touch his body. He let them. At the bakers, he sat on a stool and ate a loaf of bread dipped in some porridge. on his way around the small town, he stopped at the butcher shop and was given a strip of dried venison. He ate it on his way back to the treehouses. He stopped at Siwon and Yoona’s and looked in on Seohyun. She was awake and eating.
“Kid is ravenous,” she said, patting her belly.
Changmin chuckled. “I’m glad you’re doing okay. We’ll probably keep you here for about a month and then send you home. Do you think the baby will come any sooner than that?”
“It shouldn’t.”
“Your husband knows you’re safe.”
“Do you know anything about Minzy?”
Changmin frowned. “I don’t. But Junsu might. We’ll have to wait until he wakes up.”
“He fought so well,” Seohyun said. “He is amazing with a sword.”
“How long did he fight before I got there?”
“Almost a half hour, against three of them. I did not see any of it, but they all kept cursing.”
Changmin smiled.
“You better hide those smiles before people start believing in love.”
Changmin shook his head. “I think it’s too late for that. I’m to be questioned by my men some time today.”
“The truth is better than lies.”
“But also deadlier.”
“What are you going to do?”
“It depends on their questions. I may have to wing it.”
“Be careful. I have a feeling you’re the only reason I’m still here and safe.”
Changmin smiled. “Not just me, but you have the right to be worried. I’ll set someone to watch you at all times.”
“Siwon already said he did.”
Changmin laughed. “Then it’s Ryeowook. He’s so quiet. He could shove a knife in my back and I’d die wondering how I managed to fall onto my own knife.”
Part 4: The Limbs
Part 2: The Grip
Part 1: The Shaft
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Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/fc, Yunho/Heechul, Yoochun/Yoohwan [incest], Junho/fc)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Here is another world that I wish existed in a place other than my mind, but it doesn't and I don't own them and I can only place them into this delusion.
Summary: Greed and corruption rule two neighboring kingdoms: The Kingdom of Mountains and the Kingdom of Trees. Two princes are planning a coup. Their success or failure depends on the shadow in the woods, the rogue of the forests, the arrow in the sky.
A/N: Totally inspired by Robin Hood. Can you blame me?
Warning: het
Part 3:
The Anchor
The anchor is any specific point on the body used as a location to anchor the archer's hand at full draw. The bow is drawn to that same location every time for consistency.
Jaejoong paced his sitting room. Back and forth. Back and forth. He worried at his finger, chewing on the nail and then on the cuticle. He took heavy breaths to keep from screaming in frustration.
Seunghyun and Jiyong stared at him in amusement from the door.
He had not been allowed to do any interrogating of who may have seen the princess leave. Or who had not been at their posts and allowed them to leave.
Fortunately, his guards were discreet with their questions. They knew how to ask questions without there being any clue as to why they were asking. He knew that no one but the six of them knew of Seohyun’s plight. But he still worried. For his friend, for his wife, for his child.
Daesung brought him food, that he had prepared himself, so Jaejoong had no worries lifting the spoonfuls of porridge and fruit to his mouth. The food did not settle, but as Daesung said so many times, it does not help to starve yourself, weaken yourself, when you need to be strong.
He needed that child desperately. He needed a male heir. He needed to start his plans in dethroning his father. They were already laid out, ready to go. The five guards around him had agreed. Junho and Junsu had agreed. Or so Junsu said. Someone did not. Someone that knew that Junsu traveled to the Kingdom of the Trees.
Jaejoong sat for a moment, rubbed his face and felt the wrinkles forming from stress. He was too young to be this stressed out. Dawn light brightened the arched windows of Jaejoong’s sitting room. He moved there and leaned against the brick ledge. He watched the sun rise, bathing the clouds in orange and gold light.
“Your highness,” Taeyang said from the doorway.
Jaejoong spun.
“Swift-Feet returned home. No rider.” He held out a piece of parchment.
Jaejoong stalked over to him and snapped the parchment from his hand. The scrawl was messy, but one he recognized.
All is well.
In the bottom corner was a sketch of a falling feather.
Jaejoong sighed in relief. He looked up at his guards. “We will make an announcement today, that someone attempted to assassinate the princess and she has been moved for her safety and the safety of our child.”
Seunghyun moved to the writing desk. He dipped a quill into ink and then began writing.
“She must give birth here,” Jiyong reminded him.
Jaejoong nodded. “She will be safe for now, and then we will bring her back under strict secrecy.”
“We were able to determine that she was taken only by those who came with Junsu,” Daesung said. “They overtook her guard in the night and knocked her out. Two of them carried her in a burlap sack that only looked like a bag of potatoes to the kitchen and stable staff.”
“That’s good to know.” Jaejoong took a deep breath to relax. “I mean, just that no one here knew that Junsu was here.”
“You should rest, your highness,” Seungri said. “We’ll keep watch.”
Jaejoong nodded. He knew they were right. He had to sleep, relax, and make it seem like his stress was not caused by his wife being gone. Pretend that it was his idea to have her moved.
“I’ll sleep for an hour or so,” Jaejoong said. “And then a bath.”
“I will wake you,” Seunghyun said.
“Thank you.”
<|---------<<<
Changmin paced along the walkway outside of his hut in the trees. Siwon had been working on Junsu’s wounds for hours now, and his wife, Yoona, had checked Seohyun and the unborn child. Both had passed her inspection and had been moved to Yuri’s quarters, the only one in their clan currently with child.
And not Changmin’s child despite what the rumors said.
He knew better than that. With a lover like Sungmin and his deadly martial arts abilities, approaching Yuri usually meant pain.
And Changmin’s affections were currently on and only on the man laying cut open upon his bed. Though that was very much a secret.
Changmin was on his way through another circuit of the walkway when Siwon exited through a door, wiping blood from his hands.
Changmin hurried over to him, practically running through the beams of morning sunlight breaking through the trees.
“He’s alive,” Siwon said, “but unconscious. I do not know when he will wake up or if he will. He has lost a lot of blood. He is not to be moved, and I will show you how to change his bandages. They need to be changed every few hours. And watch for infection. That can kill him before we managed to get medicine to stop it. I’ve sent Leeteuk to the Mountain Palace to warn his brother, and Donghae and Eunhyuk are going to the nearest village for medicine.”
Changmin nodded. “Okay. Can I go in?”
“Yes, and sleep while you’re in there. We need you alert.”
“I will. You, too.”
Siwon nodded. “I will have Yoona wake me in just an hour to check on him again. Send someone if his condition worsens.”
Changmin hugged him tightly and suddenly. “Thank you.”
Siwon smiled. “It’s what I do. Now, go.”
Changmin hurried to the door. He stepped into the dim room and let his eyes adjust to the weak light coming through the heavy drapes on the windows. He moved toward his bed and was careful not to touch anything as he kneeled on the wooden floor.
Junsu was ashen, skin too pale. But he was breathing, and Changmin saw the pulse of his heartbeat in his neck. It was slow, but strong.
Changmin leaned over the bed and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Wake up soon, love,” he whispered. “I need you.”
<|---------<<<
Heechul peered into their captain’s room, letting himself smirk at the silly, lovestruck archer. He supposed it was sweet in some way, but gods, it made their lives difficult. He left his perch, only partially certain he had not been seen. Max was the best. Max probably knew he had been there.
He slipped along the walkways wondering what this meant for their clan of misfits and outlaws. Max was in love with a prince. At least it was not the Heir Apparent. That would have caused a lot more troubles.
With a huff, he gripped a heavy rope and swung over to the platform near his quarters. Landing softly, he continued walking as if the moment in the air was nothing more than just another step. He slipped into his room and shut the door behind him. With the curtains drawn and the door shut, the room was dim. But there was enough light to see the occupant in his bed.
“You were right,” Heechul said as he went to the bed.
Yunho shrugged. “Of course I was.”
Heechul chuckled. “Cocky,” he said and licked his lips.
Yunho laughed.
Heechul sat on the edge of the bed and unlaced his boots. “When do you have to be on watch?”
“Not until noon.”
“Good.” The boots thunked to the floor. The tight leggings followed them. “My watch starts in an hour. One hour, Jung Yunho.”
Yunho smirked and held out his arms. “One hour is long enough for at least two orgasms, or just one, teased and drawn out with my mouth and fingers. Which do you prefer?”
Heechul pulled his tunic over his head and removed the hidden knife sheaths from his wrists. “I prefer a lover that isn’t a sarcastic wench.”
“Me, too, but here we are.”
“I am going to ignore that.”
“Won’t make it any less true. Now get over here and let me touch you.”
“I have a lot of questions about what Max is up to,” Heechul said, a hand on his own cock, stroking slowly.
“So do I, but we’re not going to get any answers out of him until he’s good and ready. He’s too emotionally invested in Junsu surviving right now.”
“Maybe that is a good time to question him. When his defenses are down?”
“Max’s defenses are never down,” Yunho said, “but we can do that instead. It seems like you’d prefer to go talk to him and ask him questions than to let me get my hands on you.”
Heechul laughed. “Never, love.”
“Then get over here. We’ll confront our leader after I have had three fingers buried inside you and sucked your orgasm down my throat.”
Heechul moaned and finally sank back to the bed, letting Yunho manhandle his naked body up and over his own for firm, deep kisses.
<|---------<<<
Changmin slept through the next night and into the next morning. He woke up disorientated and sore from being on the floor of his bedroom. Someone had draped a blanket over his lap.
Siwon bent over the bed, checking Junsu’s wounds. “He is better,” Siwon said. “And so are you. You no longer look like you’re about to pass out.”
Changmin grumbled and rubbed his face. He sat up and then stood up. He stretched out the kinks in his back, bent over with hands on the floor and then continued through a series of stretches and movements, ones his father taught him, to keep him loose and limber for attacks and battles.
A warrior needs strength and power in his body, but he also needs calm, logic, and control.
Changmin lived by those words from his father.
“Go eat,” Siwon said. “I’m going to replace his bandages and change the bedding. He needs to sleep in something not soaked through with his own blood and piss.”
“Gross,” Changmin said.
Siwon shrugged. “It happens when you’re unconscious.”
Yoona walked in with a pile of fresh bedding.
Changmin smiled and bowed over her hand, kissing the knuckles. “My lady.”
As always, Yoona rolled her eyes. “Good morning.”
“How is Seohyun?”
“Sleeping at the moment. The baby is doing just fine that I can tell. It is still moving and kicking, which means it is still alive and still breathing.”
“That is very good to hear.”
“Yuri was wondering if we were going to need her to be a wet nurse?”
Changmin shook his head. “The baby has to be born in the Trees Palace or it will lose its title of heir. But yes, just in case the baby comes early.”
“Emergency nipples.”
“Scandalous,” Siwon muttered.
Changmin laughed. “Go help your husband. I need some food.”
“I’m not supposed to warn you that Heechul and Yunho are planning to ambush you with questions,” Siwon said.
Changmin shrugged. “I probably won’t answer them.”
“I am going to suggest that you do,” Siwon said. “We have a princess of one kingdom in our hideout and you are consorting with the prince of another. These men respect you, but not because you are a noble. In spite of that actually.”
“I am no longer a noble.”
Siwon lifted an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms. “They respect the life you have built for them, and they do not understand the end goal, and they will not agree to it. They are rabble rousers, outlaws, and their own free men here.”
“You understand the goal?” Changmin said.
“I can guess,” Siwon clarified. “Anything that will change the way your men live will come with great protest.”
Changmin nodded. “I do know that.”
“Do you care?”
Changmin stopped by the door and sighed. “Too much, I think.” He left the room and headed down the platforms and stairs toward the ground. Normally he would take a rope, but he’d been mostly dead to the world for the majority of the day, and he wanted to check on things. Not that he thought their small village would fall apart without him, but it was always nice to know that he’d taught everyone well.
Those that saw him waved and said hello. A few of the older women tried to brush at dirt on his tunic, though Yuri had assured him that it was just an excuse to touch his body. He let them. At the bakers, he sat on a stool and ate a loaf of bread dipped in some porridge. on his way around the small town, he stopped at the butcher shop and was given a strip of dried venison. He ate it on his way back to the treehouses. He stopped at Siwon and Yoona’s and looked in on Seohyun. She was awake and eating.
“Kid is ravenous,” she said, patting her belly.
Changmin chuckled. “I’m glad you’re doing okay. We’ll probably keep you here for about a month and then send you home. Do you think the baby will come any sooner than that?”
“It shouldn’t.”
“Your husband knows you’re safe.”
“Do you know anything about Minzy?”
Changmin frowned. “I don’t. But Junsu might. We’ll have to wait until he wakes up.”
“He fought so well,” Seohyun said. “He is amazing with a sword.”
“How long did he fight before I got there?”
“Almost a half hour, against three of them. I did not see any of it, but they all kept cursing.”
Changmin smiled.
“You better hide those smiles before people start believing in love.”
Changmin shook his head. “I think it’s too late for that. I’m to be questioned by my men some time today.”
“The truth is better than lies.”
“But also deadlier.”
“What are you going to do?”
“It depends on their questions. I may have to wing it.”
“Be careful. I have a feeling you’re the only reason I’m still here and safe.”
Changmin smiled. “Not just me, but you have the right to be worried. I’ll set someone to watch you at all times.”
“Siwon already said he did.”
Changmin laughed. “Then it’s Ryeowook. He’s so quiet. He could shove a knife in my back and I’d die wondering how I managed to fall onto my own knife.”
Part 4: The Limbs
Part 2: The Grip
Part 1: The Shaft
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