Favored 3/?
Title: Favored 3/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah, Yunho/Heechul, Minho/Key (minor pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong, so many)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As with most Gods, they do not belong to me and I only worship them.
Summary: Jaejoong must choose a suitor to sire another child. He choses a human and ends up getting more than expected.
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg
THIS ? IS BROUGHT TO YOU TODAY BY mearii87! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
A/N: I am blaming Changmin. He's the one that created Xiahism. As with most of my fics, I have no excuse for this.
The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, enough of it that I'm tagging it as YunJae, but remember that it is not the main pairing.
There are so many smaller pairings, mostly implied in this fic. It is heavily labeled incest and mpreg.
Part 3: Support
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg. The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, but it is not the main pairing.
It happened quite suddenly and unexpectedly. Despite the initial promise, Jaejoong had not yet gotten pregnant after two years of life with Changmin.
Life with Changmin.
Jaejoong huffed many times knowing that he had to give Changmin up. Maybe his body sensed that and refused to accept a child knowing that he had to relinquish some of the best sex he’d had in his long life. Or at least in this eon that he was able to remember.
But it happened, while Jaejoong was straddling Minnie’s lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. He always felt so full of cock, he always felt so full of come. His fingers were digging bloody moons on Changmin’s shoulder and Xiah was licking at them both, where Changmin’s dick thrust into Jaejoong’s ass.
Everything went light and airy like it always did when Changmin came inside him, but this time there was a strange twist in his belly, a snap, a chord of perfect Music and then another longer strain. One that was low at first, and then heavier and powerful, a long note of Peace and Love and Lust. A perfect Melody.
He fell against Changmin’s chest, curled up in his arms, body shaking.
Voices murmured above the Music and Jaejoong tilted his head up, lips taken in a warm kiss.
“Now?” Changmin asked. His voice sounded far away.
Jaejoong hummed and smiled. “Now.”
They relaxed in the afterglow, literally: Jaejoong was glowing, his body finally accepting Changmin’s offering.
Another set of hands landed on his ass, and Jaejoong lifted up, just enough, and Xiah’s dick slid in next to Changmin’s. The human moaned, his chest rumbling, and Xiah fucked into him fast and hard.
“So happy,” Xiah grunted. “Only two years. So ... good, Master.”
Jaejoong tried to laugh and only managed to moan. It did not take long for Changmin’s erection to throb inside him, and between the two of them he was lifted and held still, supported and held while they thrust inside him. He managed a kiss or two of his own, his body thrumming with too much pleasure.
In only moments he was coming, a steady stream of his release pulsing from too much pleasure, an orgasm, then two, then three, and four.
Too much, too much, too much.
“Not enough,” Xiah grumbled.
Jaejoong’s cries echoed around them, and Xiah sped up, his own moans joining with Jaejoong’s as he shook violently through his own orgasm. Jaejoong’s body was so sensitive, and the Music continued in a perfect Harmony. He cried out to its rhythm, his body pulsing more pleasure all over them.
Xiah wasn’t quite done coming before he was pulling out and going back to Changmin’s dick and his ass with his tongue.
Jaejoong was kissed and then lowered to the bed, his body thrumming again. “Feed ... feed Xiah,” he said.
“A full meal this time,” Xiah growled. “I’m so tired of snacks.”
Jaejoong nodded and lifted himself up and off Changmin even though he wanted nothing more than to be Loved and pleasured for more hours.
As soon as Changmin slipped out of him, Xiah’s mouth was on his cock, taking it all the way down his throat, and then his slick fingers were prodding Changmin’s ass, two and then three, pumping in time to his harsh sucks. Changmin’s hands went into his hair and he pulled with a heavy moan, thrusting up as Xiah went down. The pretty demon was so good at sucking cock.
Jaejoong watched, rotating his hips, rubbing himself on the soft bedding. His body was still thrumming with happy Music, still curling through mini-orgasms and pulses of his release.
Everything was so full of pleasure, and just as sudden was a flush of Love and Devotion he felt to their new child. He already adored him. He already felt his power. This baby would be strong.
Changmin was so strong.
Strong or not, no one could last long against a full determined onslaught of Xiah’s mouth and fingers.
Changmin’s body froze, his mouth open, and then he screamed, a combination of Praise and Xiah’s name. He shuddered through his orgams, and Xiah swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. His fingers inside Changmin’s body pulled energy from him. His other hand landed on his stomach, hand over his navel, and he fed from there as well. His untouched cock was spraying another release all over Changmin’s body.
Changmin sagged, eyes rolling back, and when Xiah started feeding energy from Changmin’s dick, Jaejoong told him to stop. His own breath wasn’t quite steady so the command was not very strong.
It took far too long for his liking to pull up enough power to command Xiah to stop again.
This time he did. Whimpering, body going frozen.
“Release him. Now.”
Xiah fought it. His demon instincts were to take it all until Changmin had no soul, a husk of a body. It was always difficult for Xiah after going so long without a full feeding, and the fact that it was a human made it even tougher. Xiah once compared it to Yunho’s Love of the most decadent ripe, juicy strawberry. Yunho would eat nothing but strawberries for the rest of his long life if he was allowed.
“Xiah,” Jaejoong whispered and moved toward him. “Let him go. Come on. Move your hands away from him. And your mouth. You’re so good, demon Love. Let him go. Be good.”
Xiah sighed. The sound more in his head than out loud.
And then he sat up, spine straight, head back and his arms went to the top of his head. He kneeled, legs spread, body heaving with deep breaths.
“Good boy,” Jaejoong crooned. He shuffled in front of him and touched his chest, fingers light up and down his stomach. He gave him bursts of energy, more potent now that he was with child. Xiah’s mouth opened, tongue out, eyes rolling back, his cock spurting another orgasm from him.
When he sagged from the overload, it was Changmin who caught him and lowered him to the bed. He kept an arm around his head and the other in a light touch up and down his body.
“Drunk again?” he whispered, though his voice was rough, eyes not quite focused.
Jaejoong hummed and moved to Xiah’s other side, his own hands joining Changmin’s upon the demon’s skin. “As always. He’s going to spend the next three years drunk off your come.”
Changmin frowned. “I do not want you to think I am eager to leave you, but if you are with child ...”
Jaejoong laughed. “I am, yes. There is a small chance that I will not stay that way, but I can already tell that this child will be strong. And I am not going to make you leave if you wish to stay. I know that Yunho is eager to have you be his Prophet, but I am also eager for you to meet your child. If you’re going back to Earth, you should spend as much time with him as you can, and I still have three years with you. I expect more orgasms.”
Changmin smiled. “I would like that, my Jaejoong.”
“Good.”
--^-^--
A few days later, Jaejoong basked in the glow of his pregnancy and in the attentions of his Lovers. Changmin adored him and felt a constant need to kiss his skin. Xiah, too, but his kisses usually came with a feeding of some sort.
Changmin had no need to kiss him or touch him other than pure want.
Jaejoong Loved that. He Loved when their attentions turned desperate as well and he had no problems turning over or lifting his legs or climbing over his Lovers to be taken again and again.
Changmin ran his hands up Jaejoong’s stomach. He felt the child inside him react to the touch with a heavy shiver of power. The child knew his father, that was certain. Fingers trailed over his neck and he turned his head to accept a kiss from Xiah. Another strong shiver of power echoed through his body.
Confused, Jaejoong pulled away from his lips.
“Master?”
Jaejoong hushed him and sat up, using Changmin’s shoulder to support himself. He slid to the edge of the bed and then stood. He walked into the center of the room and attempted to center himself, clear his head from the desire to be Loved by those in his bed.
“My Jaejoong?” Changmin whispered. “I was about to suck on your dick.”
Jaejoong smiled over at him and shook his head. He stared down at his body. There was a small bump at his stomach. It was weeks too soon to notice anything about being pregnant. Concerned, he put both hands on his stomach and shut his eyes, feeling for his son.
Sons.
Feeling ... two ...
Jaejoong’s eyes widened and he gasped.
Changmin frowned and stood up. “Is something wrong with the baby?”
Changmin’s power was still new to him, but not unfamiliar. But the rest of that power ... He was intimately aware of that power. It’d been part of his life for too long to not immediately recognize it.
Jaejoong froze, trying to breathe through the panic. “Xiah ...” He stared at the pretty demon on the bed.
Two powers. Two sons.
Jaejoong collapsed with a whine and fell into Changmin’s arms. He cried, barely hearing Xiah’s panicked voice screaming for Yunho, and then Xiah was in his arms and Jaejoong pressed his face to his pretty pink hair and screamed.
Changmin lifted him, picked him up and took him back to the bed. But he refused to let him go, clinging to his shoulders until Loving, warm, familiar hands touched his back and he pressed his face to his Brother’s stomach and turned his cries there.
“Jaejoong, my Love, my darling. What is wrong?” Yunho pressed kisses to his face, flooded him with Love, held him tightly until Jaejoong calmed down.
Until Jaejoong was able to say, “Two ... there ... Yunho-yah, there are two babies.”
Yunho stared at him and then pressed his hands to his stomach. A push of power, and Jaejoong watched his face as he realized just what Jaejoong had discovered.
“Xiah ...” Yunho gasped. “This ... this ... Jaejoong-ah, my Love, how did this happen?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I ... I don’t know. I don’t ...”
“What is going on?” Changmin asked. “There are twins?”
Yunho shook his head. “Not ... exactly. There are two sons. Both of them are fine. They are both healthy. One child is yours, Changmin, and the other ...” He looked over at Xiah.
Jaejoong wailed.
He heard cursing and knew that Heechul was in the room somewhere.
Xiah sat frozen, his eyes wide.
“How is this possible?” Changmin asked.
“What happened, after Jaejoong finally conceived?” Yunho asked.
Changmin shivered. “Intense, just ... Jaejoong fell over me and Xiah was eager to be inside him again, and he didn’t even wait until I had pulled out and fucked Jaejoong with me.”
“But that was after Jaejoong had conceived?”
“Yes. It was after. Xiah was under a firm order not to fuck him until after he conceived.”
“He usually is,” Yunho said.
“What ... what will happen?” Jaejoong gasped. “I wasn’t ... supposed to ...”
Xiah bowed his head to the bed, suddenly and desperately, muttering apologies to both of them.
Yunho reached over and tangled a hand in his hair and pulled him next to Jaejoong. “It is not your fault,” Yunho said. “Lovely Xiah. It isn’t your fault. And stop that this instant. We are not going to abandon you.”
Jaejoong gasped and pulled at Xiah until he had the demon in his arms, his face pressed against Jaejoong’s chest. “Mine. Mine. All mine.”
Yunho’s arms encircled both of them. “Silly demon. We Love you. We will never let anything happen to you. This is an accident. It was not intentional.”
“But ... it isn’t allowed!” Xiah said. “I’ll be ... banished, punished, torn to pieces, sent ... sent back. Please don’t send me back, please!”
“No,” Jaejoong said. “No. You belong to me. You are Mine. Mine.”
“Both of you hush. It isn’t so drastic. Xiah, listen to me. Jaejoong is happy. He is happy. He is worried for you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want your child. Calm. Be calm.”
Jaejoong gasped. “Love you, Xiah. I Love you. You are Mine.”
Xiah breathed and fed, sucking energy from both Yunho and Jaejoong. When Heechul touched his shoulder, he fed from him too even though he did not ask for permission. Heechul let him because it was helping him calm down.
“Darling, please,” Jaejoong said. “I am not upset about having your child. I am only worried about you.”
Xiah nodded. “I am sorry. I am sorry.”
“These things happen,” Yunho said.
“You’ll have to tell your Father,” Heechul said.
Jaejoong winced.
Xiah visibly cowered and shook his head.
“He will not make you give him up,” Yunho said. “He will not. Doing so would also endanger Changmin’s child.”
Jaejoong pressed his face to Yunho’s neck. “As quickly as I became pregnant, Father may do so anyway. I still have over two years with him.”
Yunho shook his head. “Father is the God of Life. His motto has always been Life Finds a Way. It always does. Surely, this will be a grand example of that. I will speak up for you. I will be there when you tell him. As will Heechul, and Leeteuk, and Donghae, and any other God you ask. We will all support you with Love. All of our Love. Everything I am, my darling Brother, is because of you and your Love.”
“Someone shut him up,” Jaejoong muttered.
Changmin was closest and kissed him.
Yunho chuckled, taking one hand away from Jaejoong’s body to tangle in Changmin’s hair and keep him close for a deeper kiss.
Jaejoong was sure he felt Heechul about to reprimand him, but they all felt Xiah latch onto the power transfer between them and he fed from it. Jaejoong didn’t mind. His few fantasies of Changmin and Yunho making out were much hotter in person.
“Do you feel better?” Jaejoong asked, kissing Xiah on the mouth.
Xiah shivered and shook his head. “I’m scared, Master. I ... I did not mean to.”
“No one thinks you did. You obeyed my rules. You have entered me many times right after I’ve become pregnant and nothing has happened before. This is not your fault.”
“If we do not tell Father about it right away, God of Life or not, he will be angry,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong frowned and nodded. “We should ... go.”
“You’ll have to put clothes on,” Yunho said with his eyebrows raised, teasing Jaejoong.
Jaejoong huffed. “Don’t remind me.”
Heechul was the first off the bed, and he pulled Xiah with him. Xiah whined about leaving Jaejoong’s arms, but followed the pull of energy, feeding from Heechul’s fingertips even as he crawled over the bed.
“I like your hair pink,” Heechul said, leaning over him for a kiss.
Xiah tried to smile.
“And ...” Heechul took both hands and put them on Xiah’s head. His power burst for a moment, and a crown of yellow flowers fell on his head. “Matches wonderfully.”
Xiah shivered and said, “Thank you ... thank you for the gift, God of Flowers.”
“It is for Strength. To keep you steady.”
“And it’s so pretty,” Jaejoong said. He stood up, but was still very wobbly. Both Yunho and Changmin pressed against him, keeping him up for a moment, arms around him.
“Xiah, go get dressed,” Jaejoong said. “Black. All black.”
Xiah frowned. “But ...”
“Black, Xiah.”
“Yes, Master,” he said and bowed. He left the room with Heechul right behind him.
“Is that wise?” Yunho said.
“Xiah is a demon and there is no disguising that behind colors. The color will keep him grounded and confident.”
Yunho nodded. “As you wish.”
It took a few long moments for Jaejoong to feel secure on his feet. Secure enough to go to his main room to dress. Yunho held him up while Changmin found a powder blue robe to drape over his skin. It belted with a braided leather string of black. Changmin wore breeches similar to Yunho’s red ones, though his were in a darker hue of blue.
When they exited the room, Heechul and Xiah were waiting for him.
Xiah looked amazing in black, leather, ties knots and chains. Every bit the demon that Jaejoong Loved. Except for the bright crown of flowers on his head.
“Gorgeous,” Jaejoong hummed and moved close enough to kiss him. “You are Mine. You Belong to Me. I Love you.” He filled the words with power.
Xiah nodded and hugged him. “Thank you, Master.”
Fluttering near them was one of Yunho’s cherubs. Not a god. Not a human. Not really anything, but Yunho Loved all his little creations.
“I need you gather up more cherubs,” Yunho said, “send them to every God that is here. Xiah needs their Love. Tell them to come to Father’s castle. Everything else will be explained.”
The cherub bowed and flew off.
Jaejoong kept his arm around Xiah, his other hand clasped with Changmin. Yunho and Heechul led the way through the many halls of the God’s Mansion.
Father’s castle was built of nothing but of everything. Sometimes it looked like brick, sometimes it was a Tree, sometimes it was a mountain. Today it must have felt the power approaching it and it become a black wall of impenetrable volcanic stone. It rested high in the hills, almost upon the clouds. It was a long walk, and before they were halfway there, a steady stream of Gods followed them.
Many asked what was going on. Most just came close enough to kiss Xiah, let him feed a little, and pledge their support.
It made Jaejoong happy to see them all.
“Wow,” Alec, his Father’s current Lover said, just in front of the door. “Is this a War Council?”
“No,” Yunho said, “but still important.”
“I’m not sure if I believe you about that. There’s never a grouping of so many Gods unless someone started a War. And life was just about to be peaceful.” He waved his hands and a long hallway appeared in the volcanic stone. “But go on in. He only told me to feel your intentions, but he is curious enough that he isn’t going to stop you. He’s been informed and will see you all in the main hall.”
Yunho bowed to him, Jaejoong following suit. The other Gods behind them said their greetings and thanks.
Alec shook his head. “I think I’ll go find something else to do than be here. Nothing good will come from this and I do not want to be here when the castle implodes.”
No matter the outer appearance, the inside looked like a castle. The procession led the way past high but blank brick walls. A burst of wind ruffled their clothes and hair.
“He seriously needs to decorate,” Heechul muttered. “Maybe I’ll just ...”
Yunho grabbed his hand. “Please do not wield power without my Father’s permission. He will very easily remove you from the heavens.”
Heechul pouted. “It is just so bleak.”
The golden doors to the main hall opened on their own, and Yunho led the way into the main hall. Again the decor was bleak save for a single red carpet on the floor that led to a raised dais and a single, golden and silver throne.
Their Father sat upon it, a purple robe draped over his body. He had many names in the human world. To them, he was the God of Life. To many of the other higher Gods, like Leeteuk and Kangin, he was Magnus. Jaejoong knew nothing before him. He knew nothing after him. He only knew his Father and his Father’s power. If you were brave enough, you could think that his only failing was liking things of Beauty. Like Jaejoong, who was his favorite son. His First Son. He had been taken from his Father’s body only moments before Yunho.
But even after spending so much time getting what he wanted, Jaejoong was afraid. He did not think that even his Beauty would be enough to keep his Father from destroying Xiah and their child.
“My Sons,” Father said. “Is this a coup?”
Yunho bowed as soon as they were near, and Jaejoong followed suit. “Never, Father. You know that we only Love and Honor you.”
He felt Changmin trembling beside him before the human was unable to stand and he fell to his knees. Xiah was already on the ground, forehead pressed to the stone next to the red carpet.
The other Gods also bowed.
“Indeed.” Father leaned forward. “You are all very nervous, but you, my Son, are most determined. And Jaejoong, pregnant again? You do have more children than you need, my Son. It really is all that Lust inside you.”
“Perhaps, Father. But I Love all my children, including the two I carry.”
“Two?” his Father said in surprised. “Yes, two. Though one is ...”
A burst of power flew from their Father’s outstretched hand, heading straight to Xiah. Yunho was just fast enough to intercept it from slamming right into Xiah. Yunho rocked back with a wince and fell to the ground.
Jaejoong screamed and fell to his knees.
Part 4: Love
Part 2: Touched
Part 1: Chosen
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah, Yunho/Heechul, Minho/Key (minor pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong, so many)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As with most Gods, they do not belong to me and I only worship them.
Summary: Jaejoong must choose a suitor to sire another child. He choses a human and ends up getting more than expected.
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg
THIS ? IS BROUGHT TO YOU TODAY BY mearii87! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
A/N: I am blaming Changmin. He's the one that created Xiahism. As with most of my fics, I have no excuse for this.
The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, enough of it that I'm tagging it as YunJae, but remember that it is not the main pairing.
There are so many smaller pairings, mostly implied in this fic. It is heavily labeled incest and mpreg.
Part 3: Support
Warning: incest, religious themes, horny Gods, demons, mpreg. The main pairing of this fic is Jaejoong/Changmin/Xiah. There is some Yunho/Jaejoong, but it is not the main pairing.
It happened quite suddenly and unexpectedly. Despite the initial promise, Jaejoong had not yet gotten pregnant after two years of life with Changmin.
Life with Changmin.
Jaejoong huffed many times knowing that he had to give Changmin up. Maybe his body sensed that and refused to accept a child knowing that he had to relinquish some of the best sex he’d had in his long life. Or at least in this eon that he was able to remember.
But it happened, while Jaejoong was straddling Minnie’s lap, bouncing up and down on his cock. He always felt so full of cock, he always felt so full of come. His fingers were digging bloody moons on Changmin’s shoulder and Xiah was licking at them both, where Changmin’s dick thrust into Jaejoong’s ass.
Everything went light and airy like it always did when Changmin came inside him, but this time there was a strange twist in his belly, a snap, a chord of perfect Music and then another longer strain. One that was low at first, and then heavier and powerful, a long note of Peace and Love and Lust. A perfect Melody.
He fell against Changmin’s chest, curled up in his arms, body shaking.
Voices murmured above the Music and Jaejoong tilted his head up, lips taken in a warm kiss.
“Now?” Changmin asked. His voice sounded far away.
Jaejoong hummed and smiled. “Now.”
They relaxed in the afterglow, literally: Jaejoong was glowing, his body finally accepting Changmin’s offering.
Another set of hands landed on his ass, and Jaejoong lifted up, just enough, and Xiah’s dick slid in next to Changmin’s. The human moaned, his chest rumbling, and Xiah fucked into him fast and hard.
“So happy,” Xiah grunted. “Only two years. So ... good, Master.”
Jaejoong tried to laugh and only managed to moan. It did not take long for Changmin’s erection to throb inside him, and between the two of them he was lifted and held still, supported and held while they thrust inside him. He managed a kiss or two of his own, his body thrumming with too much pleasure.
In only moments he was coming, a steady stream of his release pulsing from too much pleasure, an orgasm, then two, then three, and four.
Too much, too much, too much.
“Not enough,” Xiah grumbled.
Jaejoong’s cries echoed around them, and Xiah sped up, his own moans joining with Jaejoong’s as he shook violently through his own orgasm. Jaejoong’s body was so sensitive, and the Music continued in a perfect Harmony. He cried out to its rhythm, his body pulsing more pleasure all over them.
Xiah wasn’t quite done coming before he was pulling out and going back to Changmin’s dick and his ass with his tongue.
Jaejoong was kissed and then lowered to the bed, his body thrumming again. “Feed ... feed Xiah,” he said.
“A full meal this time,” Xiah growled. “I’m so tired of snacks.”
Jaejoong nodded and lifted himself up and off Changmin even though he wanted nothing more than to be Loved and pleasured for more hours.
As soon as Changmin slipped out of him, Xiah’s mouth was on his cock, taking it all the way down his throat, and then his slick fingers were prodding Changmin’s ass, two and then three, pumping in time to his harsh sucks. Changmin’s hands went into his hair and he pulled with a heavy moan, thrusting up as Xiah went down. The pretty demon was so good at sucking cock.
Jaejoong watched, rotating his hips, rubbing himself on the soft bedding. His body was still thrumming with happy Music, still curling through mini-orgasms and pulses of his release.
Everything was so full of pleasure, and just as sudden was a flush of Love and Devotion he felt to their new child. He already adored him. He already felt his power. This baby would be strong.
Changmin was so strong.
Strong or not, no one could last long against a full determined onslaught of Xiah’s mouth and fingers.
Changmin’s body froze, his mouth open, and then he screamed, a combination of Praise and Xiah’s name. He shuddered through his orgams, and Xiah swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. His fingers inside Changmin’s body pulled energy from him. His other hand landed on his stomach, hand over his navel, and he fed from there as well. His untouched cock was spraying another release all over Changmin’s body.
Changmin sagged, eyes rolling back, and when Xiah started feeding energy from Changmin’s dick, Jaejoong told him to stop. His own breath wasn’t quite steady so the command was not very strong.
It took far too long for his liking to pull up enough power to command Xiah to stop again.
This time he did. Whimpering, body going frozen.
“Release him. Now.”
Xiah fought it. His demon instincts were to take it all until Changmin had no soul, a husk of a body. It was always difficult for Xiah after going so long without a full feeding, and the fact that it was a human made it even tougher. Xiah once compared it to Yunho’s Love of the most decadent ripe, juicy strawberry. Yunho would eat nothing but strawberries for the rest of his long life if he was allowed.
“Xiah,” Jaejoong whispered and moved toward him. “Let him go. Come on. Move your hands away from him. And your mouth. You’re so good, demon Love. Let him go. Be good.”
Xiah sighed. The sound more in his head than out loud.
And then he sat up, spine straight, head back and his arms went to the top of his head. He kneeled, legs spread, body heaving with deep breaths.
“Good boy,” Jaejoong crooned. He shuffled in front of him and touched his chest, fingers light up and down his stomach. He gave him bursts of energy, more potent now that he was with child. Xiah’s mouth opened, tongue out, eyes rolling back, his cock spurting another orgasm from him.
When he sagged from the overload, it was Changmin who caught him and lowered him to the bed. He kept an arm around his head and the other in a light touch up and down his body.
“Drunk again?” he whispered, though his voice was rough, eyes not quite focused.
Jaejoong hummed and moved to Xiah’s other side, his own hands joining Changmin’s upon the demon’s skin. “As always. He’s going to spend the next three years drunk off your come.”
Changmin frowned. “I do not want you to think I am eager to leave you, but if you are with child ...”
Jaejoong laughed. “I am, yes. There is a small chance that I will not stay that way, but I can already tell that this child will be strong. And I am not going to make you leave if you wish to stay. I know that Yunho is eager to have you be his Prophet, but I am also eager for you to meet your child. If you’re going back to Earth, you should spend as much time with him as you can, and I still have three years with you. I expect more orgasms.”
Changmin smiled. “I would like that, my Jaejoong.”
“Good.”
--^-^--
A few days later, Jaejoong basked in the glow of his pregnancy and in the attentions of his Lovers. Changmin adored him and felt a constant need to kiss his skin. Xiah, too, but his kisses usually came with a feeding of some sort.
Changmin had no need to kiss him or touch him other than pure want.
Jaejoong Loved that. He Loved when their attentions turned desperate as well and he had no problems turning over or lifting his legs or climbing over his Lovers to be taken again and again.
Changmin ran his hands up Jaejoong’s stomach. He felt the child inside him react to the touch with a heavy shiver of power. The child knew his father, that was certain. Fingers trailed over his neck and he turned his head to accept a kiss from Xiah. Another strong shiver of power echoed through his body.
Confused, Jaejoong pulled away from his lips.
“Master?”
Jaejoong hushed him and sat up, using Changmin’s shoulder to support himself. He slid to the edge of the bed and then stood. He walked into the center of the room and attempted to center himself, clear his head from the desire to be Loved by those in his bed.
“My Jaejoong?” Changmin whispered. “I was about to suck on your dick.”
Jaejoong smiled over at him and shook his head. He stared down at his body. There was a small bump at his stomach. It was weeks too soon to notice anything about being pregnant. Concerned, he put both hands on his stomach and shut his eyes, feeling for his son.
Sons.
Feeling ... two ...
Jaejoong’s eyes widened and he gasped.
Changmin frowned and stood up. “Is something wrong with the baby?”
Changmin’s power was still new to him, but not unfamiliar. But the rest of that power ... He was intimately aware of that power. It’d been part of his life for too long to not immediately recognize it.
Jaejoong froze, trying to breathe through the panic. “Xiah ...” He stared at the pretty demon on the bed.
Two powers. Two sons.
Jaejoong collapsed with a whine and fell into Changmin’s arms. He cried, barely hearing Xiah’s panicked voice screaming for Yunho, and then Xiah was in his arms and Jaejoong pressed his face to his pretty pink hair and screamed.
Changmin lifted him, picked him up and took him back to the bed. But he refused to let him go, clinging to his shoulders until Loving, warm, familiar hands touched his back and he pressed his face to his Brother’s stomach and turned his cries there.
“Jaejoong, my Love, my darling. What is wrong?” Yunho pressed kisses to his face, flooded him with Love, held him tightly until Jaejoong calmed down.
Until Jaejoong was able to say, “Two ... there ... Yunho-yah, there are two babies.”
Yunho stared at him and then pressed his hands to his stomach. A push of power, and Jaejoong watched his face as he realized just what Jaejoong had discovered.
“Xiah ...” Yunho gasped. “This ... this ... Jaejoong-ah, my Love, how did this happen?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I ... I don’t know. I don’t ...”
“What is going on?” Changmin asked. “There are twins?”
Yunho shook his head. “Not ... exactly. There are two sons. Both of them are fine. They are both healthy. One child is yours, Changmin, and the other ...” He looked over at Xiah.
Jaejoong wailed.
He heard cursing and knew that Heechul was in the room somewhere.
Xiah sat frozen, his eyes wide.
“How is this possible?” Changmin asked.
“What happened, after Jaejoong finally conceived?” Yunho asked.
Changmin shivered. “Intense, just ... Jaejoong fell over me and Xiah was eager to be inside him again, and he didn’t even wait until I had pulled out and fucked Jaejoong with me.”
“But that was after Jaejoong had conceived?”
“Yes. It was after. Xiah was under a firm order not to fuck him until after he conceived.”
“He usually is,” Yunho said.
“What ... what will happen?” Jaejoong gasped. “I wasn’t ... supposed to ...”
Xiah bowed his head to the bed, suddenly and desperately, muttering apologies to both of them.
Yunho reached over and tangled a hand in his hair and pulled him next to Jaejoong. “It is not your fault,” Yunho said. “Lovely Xiah. It isn’t your fault. And stop that this instant. We are not going to abandon you.”
Jaejoong gasped and pulled at Xiah until he had the demon in his arms, his face pressed against Jaejoong’s chest. “Mine. Mine. All mine.”
Yunho’s arms encircled both of them. “Silly demon. We Love you. We will never let anything happen to you. This is an accident. It was not intentional.”
“But ... it isn’t allowed!” Xiah said. “I’ll be ... banished, punished, torn to pieces, sent ... sent back. Please don’t send me back, please!”
“No,” Jaejoong said. “No. You belong to me. You are Mine. Mine.”
“Both of you hush. It isn’t so drastic. Xiah, listen to me. Jaejoong is happy. He is happy. He is worried for you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want your child. Calm. Be calm.”
Jaejoong gasped. “Love you, Xiah. I Love you. You are Mine.”
Xiah breathed and fed, sucking energy from both Yunho and Jaejoong. When Heechul touched his shoulder, he fed from him too even though he did not ask for permission. Heechul let him because it was helping him calm down.
“Darling, please,” Jaejoong said. “I am not upset about having your child. I am only worried about you.”
Xiah nodded. “I am sorry. I am sorry.”
“These things happen,” Yunho said.
“You’ll have to tell your Father,” Heechul said.
Jaejoong winced.
Xiah visibly cowered and shook his head.
“He will not make you give him up,” Yunho said. “He will not. Doing so would also endanger Changmin’s child.”
Jaejoong pressed his face to Yunho’s neck. “As quickly as I became pregnant, Father may do so anyway. I still have over two years with him.”
Yunho shook his head. “Father is the God of Life. His motto has always been Life Finds a Way. It always does. Surely, this will be a grand example of that. I will speak up for you. I will be there when you tell him. As will Heechul, and Leeteuk, and Donghae, and any other God you ask. We will all support you with Love. All of our Love. Everything I am, my darling Brother, is because of you and your Love.”
“Someone shut him up,” Jaejoong muttered.
Changmin was closest and kissed him.
Yunho chuckled, taking one hand away from Jaejoong’s body to tangle in Changmin’s hair and keep him close for a deeper kiss.
Jaejoong was sure he felt Heechul about to reprimand him, but they all felt Xiah latch onto the power transfer between them and he fed from it. Jaejoong didn’t mind. His few fantasies of Changmin and Yunho making out were much hotter in person.
“Do you feel better?” Jaejoong asked, kissing Xiah on the mouth.
Xiah shivered and shook his head. “I’m scared, Master. I ... I did not mean to.”
“No one thinks you did. You obeyed my rules. You have entered me many times right after I’ve become pregnant and nothing has happened before. This is not your fault.”
“If we do not tell Father about it right away, God of Life or not, he will be angry,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong frowned and nodded. “We should ... go.”
“You’ll have to put clothes on,” Yunho said with his eyebrows raised, teasing Jaejoong.
Jaejoong huffed. “Don’t remind me.”
Heechul was the first off the bed, and he pulled Xiah with him. Xiah whined about leaving Jaejoong’s arms, but followed the pull of energy, feeding from Heechul’s fingertips even as he crawled over the bed.
“I like your hair pink,” Heechul said, leaning over him for a kiss.
Xiah tried to smile.
“And ...” Heechul took both hands and put them on Xiah’s head. His power burst for a moment, and a crown of yellow flowers fell on his head. “Matches wonderfully.”
Xiah shivered and said, “Thank you ... thank you for the gift, God of Flowers.”
“It is for Strength. To keep you steady.”
“And it’s so pretty,” Jaejoong said. He stood up, but was still very wobbly. Both Yunho and Changmin pressed against him, keeping him up for a moment, arms around him.
“Xiah, go get dressed,” Jaejoong said. “Black. All black.”
Xiah frowned. “But ...”
“Black, Xiah.”
“Yes, Master,” he said and bowed. He left the room with Heechul right behind him.
“Is that wise?” Yunho said.
“Xiah is a demon and there is no disguising that behind colors. The color will keep him grounded and confident.”
Yunho nodded. “As you wish.”
It took a few long moments for Jaejoong to feel secure on his feet. Secure enough to go to his main room to dress. Yunho held him up while Changmin found a powder blue robe to drape over his skin. It belted with a braided leather string of black. Changmin wore breeches similar to Yunho’s red ones, though his were in a darker hue of blue.
When they exited the room, Heechul and Xiah were waiting for him.
Xiah looked amazing in black, leather, ties knots and chains. Every bit the demon that Jaejoong Loved. Except for the bright crown of flowers on his head.
“Gorgeous,” Jaejoong hummed and moved close enough to kiss him. “You are Mine. You Belong to Me. I Love you.” He filled the words with power.
Xiah nodded and hugged him. “Thank you, Master.”
Fluttering near them was one of Yunho’s cherubs. Not a god. Not a human. Not really anything, but Yunho Loved all his little creations.
“I need you gather up more cherubs,” Yunho said, “send them to every God that is here. Xiah needs their Love. Tell them to come to Father’s castle. Everything else will be explained.”
The cherub bowed and flew off.
Jaejoong kept his arm around Xiah, his other hand clasped with Changmin. Yunho and Heechul led the way through the many halls of the God’s Mansion.
Father’s castle was built of nothing but of everything. Sometimes it looked like brick, sometimes it was a Tree, sometimes it was a mountain. Today it must have felt the power approaching it and it become a black wall of impenetrable volcanic stone. It rested high in the hills, almost upon the clouds. It was a long walk, and before they were halfway there, a steady stream of Gods followed them.
Many asked what was going on. Most just came close enough to kiss Xiah, let him feed a little, and pledge their support.
It made Jaejoong happy to see them all.
“Wow,” Alec, his Father’s current Lover said, just in front of the door. “Is this a War Council?”
“No,” Yunho said, “but still important.”
“I’m not sure if I believe you about that. There’s never a grouping of so many Gods unless someone started a War. And life was just about to be peaceful.” He waved his hands and a long hallway appeared in the volcanic stone. “But go on in. He only told me to feel your intentions, but he is curious enough that he isn’t going to stop you. He’s been informed and will see you all in the main hall.”
Yunho bowed to him, Jaejoong following suit. The other Gods behind them said their greetings and thanks.
Alec shook his head. “I think I’ll go find something else to do than be here. Nothing good will come from this and I do not want to be here when the castle implodes.”
No matter the outer appearance, the inside looked like a castle. The procession led the way past high but blank brick walls. A burst of wind ruffled their clothes and hair.
“He seriously needs to decorate,” Heechul muttered. “Maybe I’ll just ...”
Yunho grabbed his hand. “Please do not wield power without my Father’s permission. He will very easily remove you from the heavens.”
Heechul pouted. “It is just so bleak.”
The golden doors to the main hall opened on their own, and Yunho led the way into the main hall. Again the decor was bleak save for a single red carpet on the floor that led to a raised dais and a single, golden and silver throne.
Their Father sat upon it, a purple robe draped over his body. He had many names in the human world. To them, he was the God of Life. To many of the other higher Gods, like Leeteuk and Kangin, he was Magnus. Jaejoong knew nothing before him. He knew nothing after him. He only knew his Father and his Father’s power. If you were brave enough, you could think that his only failing was liking things of Beauty. Like Jaejoong, who was his favorite son. His First Son. He had been taken from his Father’s body only moments before Yunho.
But even after spending so much time getting what he wanted, Jaejoong was afraid. He did not think that even his Beauty would be enough to keep his Father from destroying Xiah and their child.
“My Sons,” Father said. “Is this a coup?”
Yunho bowed as soon as they were near, and Jaejoong followed suit. “Never, Father. You know that we only Love and Honor you.”
He felt Changmin trembling beside him before the human was unable to stand and he fell to his knees. Xiah was already on the ground, forehead pressed to the stone next to the red carpet.
The other Gods also bowed.
“Indeed.” Father leaned forward. “You are all very nervous, but you, my Son, are most determined. And Jaejoong, pregnant again? You do have more children than you need, my Son. It really is all that Lust inside you.”
“Perhaps, Father. But I Love all my children, including the two I carry.”
“Two?” his Father said in surprised. “Yes, two. Though one is ...”
A burst of power flew from their Father’s outstretched hand, heading straight to Xiah. Yunho was just fast enough to intercept it from slamming right into Xiah. Yunho rocked back with a wince and fell to the ground.
Jaejoong screamed and fell to his knees.
Part 4: Love
Part 2: Touched
Part 1: Chosen
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