Favored 4/6
Title: Favored 4/6
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
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 4: Love
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.
Jaejoong’s vision blurred, the brush of wind whipped at his clothes. He stared in awe at the Strength of his Brother, of Yunho pushing up to his knees and taking the onslaught of their Father’s wrath. He felt the pain in Yunho’s soul through their bond.
“Move,” their Father ordered, the power flowing over Yunho, though it was not as strong as before. “Destroyed. Must be destroyed.”
“No.” Yunho crossed his hands over his heart, head lowered, and answered the power with a flare of Love.
The stream of power stopped and a low growl echoed through the chambers.
“He is an abomination,” his Father said.
“It was an accident,” Yunho said, tone careful and voice hoarse like he’d been screaming. “It was an accident. Xiah broke no rules. Xiah waited as he always does until Jaejoong had conceived a child with Changmin. It is a happenstance of --”
“Do not claim this in the name of Life!” their Father roared. “He is a demon!”
“Then Love. A happenstance of Love.”
“You have learned to weave your words, but I want to hear this from the one carrying the spawn of my banished Brother.”
Jaejoong swallowed and told his Father everything. Well, almost everything. There were certain sexual aspects to the last two years that were better left private, like being taken from both ends while Xiah fed directly from his cock.
“A human?” Father mused and stared hard at Changmin. “He is strong.”
“He has agreed to become a Prophet of Love.”
“And Lust,” Jaejoong said.
“You mean Music,” his Father snapped. “Lust, Seduction, Sadism ... these are things of my Brother and should have no place in the Gods.”
“They all have places within the Gods,” Yunho said. “Or at least in our bedchambers.”
More than one of the gathered Gods laughed, stifling the noise quickly as their Father glared at them all.
“And you brought all of them with you in some fucked up form of a family reunion.”
There were gasps of surprise at the God of Life cursing in such a way.
Yunho shook his head. “I only said that Xiah needed their support. They had no idea why, but they came anyway, because Xiah belongs here, with Jaejoong, with us, just as surely as they do.”
“And now that you all know why he needs your support, that my Son, my First Son, carries his demon spawn, a child born of evil, are you all willing to stand for him?”
Jaejoong swallowed at the silence behind him. And then Heechul stood and said, “Yes, God of Life. I will stand for him.”
He was echoed by Leeteuk. “Yes, Mangus, I stand for him.”
Kangin followed his Lover to his feet. “The God of Strength stands with Xiah.”
Yesung added his Voice and then Siwon, Kyuhyun, Onew, and all of the others.
Xiah shivered from his place on the floor.
“And your Lover? Changmin?” Father glared at him. “How does he feel about all this?”
Changmin’s eyes went wide and stammered, “I ... I ...”
Yunho gripped his shoulder to give him Strength.
His eyes shut and he bowed deeply. “My Lord, I ... apologize for ... I am ...”
“You’re freaking him out, Father,” Jaejoong said.
Their Father huffed. “I only asked a simple question. I see that you have no problem with it, but why not? The glory of your First Son with a God will be tarnished because he will be born with the child of a demon.”
“Who is also a child of a God,” Changmin said and then winced for disagreeing with the God of Life. “I am sorry. I ... I have spent two years with them both and consider Xiah an extension of Jaejoong and therefore an extension of the Need I have for Jaejoong. The only thing better than a kiss from Jaejoong is a kiss from both of them.”
Yunho put his hand on Xiah’s back and said, “We all Love him, Father. This is not his fault. And it surely isn’t the life of the child inside him, nor of his Brother. It is possible for the pregnancy to be terminated and Jaejoong can conceive again. Possible, but not certain.”
“Life Finds a Way,” Father said. “Is that your next argument because it has now been used against you.”
He lifted a hand. Power gathered and the palm pointed toward Jaejoong.
Jaejoong winced, head lowered. He tightened both hands into fists and trembled. “Please don’t, Father. Please. Xiah has always behaved. Xiah has always done just as he should. You say to me very often that you are surprised at how well behaved he is, and it is because he does not want to be sent back to Uncle. He doesn’t. You allow him here because he behaves, and he has. He did. He broke no rules. He lives here and belongs here, and so ... so does his child. Please. Father. I Love them both.”
Their Father stared for a long time. He sighed. “I regret ever calling you my favorite.”
Jaejoong smiled as the power fell.
Father held out his hand and said, “Xiah, come here.”
Shaking, Xiah pushed up to his hands and knees. He crawled slowly, barely able to move under the God of Life’s power. He climbed the two stairs and pressed his head into the hand.
Father ran his hands through Xiah’s pink hair, careful of the flowers, and then scratched. “You have been so very good.”
Xiah shivered at the sudden stream of power. His eyes rolled back and he trembled, falling against Father’s legs.
Father chuckled. “He feels only of sincerity, though he is also excited to have a child.” Father tilted his head. “He has only ever belonged and has never had something to call his own. Silly, demon. I’m sure you’ve discovered that every God in this room will gladly allow you to call them yours.”
Xiah tried to answer, but was still rolling with his power.
“Go, take your admirers with you. And Jaejoong?”
“Yes, Father?”
“Bring your children to see me after their birth.”
Jaejoong smiled and bowed. “Of course, Father.”
“And this one,” he pulled at Xiah’s hair, “he may need some help. I do believe he just came in his pants.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Probably.”
Both Jaejoong and Yunho moved in front of their Father, and Jaejoong did not protest the firm grip around his waist or the kiss to his mouth.
“You are my favorite child,” his Father said.
Jaejoong smiled and fell into his lap. “I know.”
“If you had shown up here naked, I doubt I would have even noticed the demon spawn growing inside you.” His hand slid up into the robe, power tingling along Jaejoong’s skin.
Jaejoong sighed and buried his face into his Father’s neck. “This ... was important, and Yunho made me get dressed.”
“And this is why he is not my favorite.”
Yunho grumbled something that sounded like, “Why couldn’t I have been the pretty one?”
Jaejoong laughed, accepted one more kiss from his Father, and moved to help Xiah. They ended up settling him on Yunho’s back, arms around his neck. Jaejoong walked behind them, a hand on Xiah to help center him. He was really drunk.
“Oh, and Heechul,” Father said. “On your way out, you may add some flowers if you’d like.”
Heechul flushed, but bowed and muttered his thanks.
By the time they were back at Jaejoong’s, Xiah was lucid enough to accept more Love and kisses from the other Gods. There were promises of showing off the children when they were born.
“This child is going to be more spoiled than you are,” Jaejoong said and rubbed his nose on Xiah’s.
Xiah hated such a mushy show of affection, but this time he smiled. “I am very thankful.”
“A thankful demon?” Yunho said with a laugh.
“Shut up,” Xiah muttered. “I am very thankful.”
Jaejoong led the way up the stairs to his room.
Yunho settled Xiah in the middle of the bed, hovering over him and kissing him senseless. “Are you happy, Love?”
Xiah preened and said, “Yes, Yunho Master.”
“Good. Did you really come in your pants?”
Xiah laughed. “If I say no, will you make me come in them?”
“If you say yes, I will take them off and give you another one to match.”
“Yes,” Xiah said, hands eager on the bindings and clothes. “Yes, yes. I think I came twice. Maybe three times.”
Yunho laughed.
Jaejoong settled on the bed next to Xiah, his hand soft on Xiah’s neck while Yunho worked on the clothes. Changmin pressed in close behind him.
“We Love you,” Jaejoong said and kissed Xiah lightly.
“I know, Master. I know.”
“Good. I don’t doubt that Yunho can give you three orgasms, but I think we’ll help him out.”
“Three each,” Xiah said, tugging at Jaejoong’s hair.
“You want nine orgasms?”
“Yes, please, Master.”
Jaejoong laughed. “And what about Heechul when he finishes with flowers in Father’s castle?”
“Twelve. That’s twelve orgasms.”
Yunho stopped what he was doing, pulling Xiah’s cock from the open breeches. “Twelve. That’s a lot. We better get started.” And he leaned down to swallow Xiah’s erection.
Xiah moaned, arms lifting, hands going to Yunho’s hair.
Soft hair. Jaejoong was jealous. He Loved Yunho’s hair.
“Aren’t we helping?” Changmin asked and pulled at the leather belt that held Jaejoong’s robe on his body. It slithered to the floor. Xiah was too far into lust to notice, but Yunho’s eyes widened with lust. And promise.
Jaejoong moaned and was almost dragged to that gaze on automatic. It’d been way too long since he’d been able to freely touch his Brother.
His hand landed on Yunho’s warm skin, sliding up his back and to his neck. Yunho reached behind him and gripped Jaejoong’s thigh. Leaning over his Brother’s back, Jaejoong left a long series of of hickys on his golden skin.
Changmin went to Xiah’s chest with his mouth.
“Isn’t ... isn’t this supposed to be about me?” Xiah said with a pout.
Yunho chuckled and with lips pressed against the head of his cock said, “It is. Jaejoong’s touches make me want to please you even more.”
Xiah snorted. “You just want him to touch you.”
Yunho smiled and licked up the length of his dick. “You can’t blame me.”
His pout deepened and then he sighed. “No, but ... suck on ... mouth. Need something in my mouth.”
“Okay, okay,” Jaejoong said. He pressed one more kiss to Yunho’s warm shoulder. He let his fingers trail down his arm, pulsing bits of power to him and making him shake.
Yunho had a bit of a weakness for Jaejoong’s power.
Jaejoong chuckled and leaned over his pretty demon for a long kiss. Xiah latched onto him with a hand on his neck and sucked at his mouth, drawing power from him.
“Didn’t you have enough, darling?” Yunho asked. “Isn’t this about orgasms?”
Xiah whimpered. “Like ... his power ... doesn’t make you want to come.”
Yunho laughed, “You’re right. Can you lift up your hips for me, darling? Let me press my fingers inside you.”
Xiah whined in anticipation. His legs lifted, feet settled on Yunho’s back. His head turned, mouth open, and Jaejoong shuffled forward enough to let him suck his dick.
Changmin’s mouth moved over to his neck, at the spot below his ear that Xiah Loved. His body shook as Yunho pressed two fingers into him and slid his cock back into his throat.
Jaejoong met Yunho’s eyes and smirked. “Yeah?”
Xiah moaned, agreeing, even though the hint was meant for Yunho. Jaejoong saw the answering gleam in his eyes.
On their next breath, they both pushed power into Xiah: Jaejoong from a touch on his shoulder, and Yunho from the fingers buried in his ass.
Xiah cried out, his body convulsing, and he shuddered through a violent orgasm, a heavy release that was spilling down Yunho’s chin.
Jaejoong moaned, and grabbed Yunho’s head to lift him up and kissed him, licking the taste of their pretty demon out of his mouth.
And of course, that was when Heechul decided to walk in.
“What the fuck?”
“You know, for the God of Flowers who creates beautiful things, you certainly have a dirty mouth,” Changmin said.
Heechul glowered, arms crossed.
“Don’t ... no mad,” Xiah gasped, trying to talk and lick at Jaejoong’s cock at the same time. “Reward. Presents.”
Yunho smiled at his Lover. “What he is trying to say is that we’re making him feel wanted and Loved. Care to join us?”
“Eleven orgasms,” Xiah moaned. “More. More.”
“We owe him,” Changmin said. “For being Lovely and perfect.”
Heechul moved to the bed and leaned down to kiss Xiah on the lips. His wicked little tongue flashed over the head of Jaejoong’s cock, too. “Eleven orgasms?”
“Eleven more,” Changmin corrected.
“You’re going to pass out before then.”
Xiah smiled, loopy and happy. “Then you will owe me.”
“Pretty demon,” Heechul cooed and kissed him again.
Silence fell around them. Well, no talking anyway. The four of them bathed Xiah in attention, their mouths and hands too busy for them to do anything more coherent than make noises of praise. But Xiah’s whimpers and moans echoed around them. His next orgasm quaked through his body when Yunho finally slid his dick inside him, teasing and slow. His hands were on Changmin’s chest and Jaejoong’s hip when it happened and the quick jerk of energy leaving him had Jaejoong gasping and leaning against the steadiest thing. Which happened to be Yunho.
Yunho was also so steady. His rock. His support.
Jaejoong turned his head enough to accept a kiss from his Brother’s lips. “Thank you for protecting him,” Jaejoong whispered. “Thank you for saving his life.”
Yunho smiled and curled his hand around Jaejoong’s waist. He pulled a little too hard, and Jaejoong’s erection slid out of Xiah’s mouth. Xiah whimpered, but then moaned in appreciation when Heechul took his place. Yunho kissed him deeply, his hand falling to cup Jaejoong’s ass.
“I am only allowing this because Xiah likes to watch you two kiss,” Heechul grumbled.
“He likes to watch us fuck, too,” Jaejoong said.
Heechul glared, but Xiah whimpered in anticipation.
Yunho leaned his head on Jaejoong’s shoulder for a moment. “I better not. The last thing you need inside you is another child. Who knows how fertile you still are?”
Jaejoong pouted. “After then.”
“After.”
“Hey,” Heechul said. “This is about--” He broke off with a pained gasp.
Xiah had grabbed his balls and yanked hard with both his hand and his energy.
Heechul chuckled and cupped his cheek. “Fine, you greedy demon. After.”
“That doesn’t meant I can’t suck on your dick, Brother,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho groaned, hips speeding up a little.
“Or,” Jaejoong leaned down and licked at the piercing sparkling in his nipple.
Yunho gasped out a praise and his fingers slipped into Jaejoong’s cleft. They were still slick from prepping Xiah, and Jaejoong shifted just enough to accept two of them into his body. He moaned, left the nipple to go back to his mouth. He molded his body to his Brother’s and rolled his hips, sliding his erection on Yunho’s side.
“Might just come all over your skin,” Jaejoong whispered against his lips.
Yunho smiled. “I’d Love that. I Love you. I Love you.”
“You Love me the most.”
Yunho chuckled. “Of course I do.”
Heechul grunted but didn’t argue. He knew it was true.
“I want my child inside you,” Yunho gasped. “I want it so badly. I want to give you something you’ll Love forever and just ... By the Gods.”
Jaejoong’s throat tightened and he nodded. “Me too. Love. I want you. I want your child and Love and ...”
Yunho shut him up with his mouth and growled. The grip on Jaejoong’s neck actually hurt, and the one he had on Xiah’s thigh, keeping him up and open to thrust into was actually bruising. Xiah didn’t seem to mind. Jaejoong certainly didn’t. He’d proudly display bruises that were an indication of how much Yunho craved him.
They were both strong enough to circumvent the firm Rule that their Father had placed on them when they were only children. They were not allowed to have a child together. He would be too strong and tip the worlds and the heavens into chaos. Supposedly. There were many times when they shared their Love that Jaejoong had been willing to tempt that theory.
But he Loved his Father. Yunho Loved their Father. They did not want to go back on their promise to him or attempt to thwart his power over the Gods and over Life.
“Love you,” Yunho gasped, faltering for a moment.
Jaejoong growled a return sentiment.
Yunho thrust a little harder and then stilled. His moan as he pumped his release into Xiah was muffled by Jaejoong’s mouth.
And then Jaejoong’s world tilted and he landed on the other side of the bed, his legs in the air, his Brother between his legs, sliding his pulsing erection over his cleft.
“I want you, I want you, I want--” He fell forward, capturing Jaejoong’s mouth with a kiss and thrust against him, their cocks sliding together. Jaejoong tightened his hold with his legs around Yunho’s waist and buried his hands into his hair, kissing him just as deeply and desperately. Yunho’s body thrummed with Love, and Jaejoong basked in it, his own body thrumming a chord of notes, a perfect Melody that was an echo of everything his Brother was: power, Love, control, and handsome. The Music trilled high and then low, ebbing with the pleasure, his release, his own Love.
A firm grip encircled his dick, and Jaejoong broke away from the kiss, gasping. Everything went fuzzy and then bright with light, and he was pulsing his release all over his stomach, thick trails of it curled over Yunho’s hands and a few of the more eager clumps landed up on Yunho’s chest.
Yunho fell against him, his dick again sliding down, between his thighs, over his cleft, and he was pulsing a bit more of his orgasm over Jaejoong’s ass.
“If he ends up pregnant with your kid, too, I will personally testify against you,” Heechul said. “Fuck, Yunho. Control your power.”
Jaejoong tried to remember how to breathe.
Yunho would not let his lips go long enough to let him.
Jaejoong did not really mind, matching him kiss for kiss, breath for breath, touch for touch.
“I Love you,” Yunho whispered when they both finally calmed down.
Jaejoong hugged him tightly. “I Love you, too.”
“This was supposed to be about me,” Xiah said with a pout.
They both looked over at him. Changmin was thrusting inside him and Heechul was sucking on his cock.
Laughing, Changmin said, “You came twice just because of the power between them.”
Xiah smiled, and Jaejoong noted the happy loopy look in his eyes. He was so very drunk and very satisfied.
“How many more do you need?” Yunho asked, finally peeling away from Jaejoong.
“A million.”
They all laughed.
Yunho moved right next to him and cupped his cheek. “Pretty demon, for the rest of eternity we will make sure you have your million orgasms.”
Jaejoong was still a bit too wired to really move, so he just watched as Yunho slid his erection into Xiah’s mouth, leaving traces of his own come, and probably some of Jaejoong’s over his lips and chin.
His body still thrummed with Music and he was only mildly disappointed that Yunho had not come inside him. They definitely would have made a child just then. Their emotions, their Love, their souls were too intertwined.
He had felt the same way, with Changmin and Xiah, when he had finally conceived. He’d had so much Music thrumming through him. He wondered if Donghae’s spells were either no longer strong enough to prevent something like this, or if his spells were too strong, keeping him fertile for much longer. He felt fertile now, warm and happy, things blurry with light weaving around him.
Maybe it was just Yunho’s Love.
Jaejoong had spent his entire lifetime wrapped up in Yunho’s Love. He watched the other three pleasure their pretty demon, his pretty demon. He was so glad he had begged his Father to allow him to keep Xiah. He was so glad that Yunho had protected him. He was so glad the other Gods had stood up for him.
Xiah was so precious. And his child, the little greedy thing growing inside him, would be just as precious.
Jaejoong ran his hands over his lower stomach again and smiled.
Part 5: Babies!
Part 3: Support
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
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 4: Love
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.
Jaejoong’s vision blurred, the brush of wind whipped at his clothes. He stared in awe at the Strength of his Brother, of Yunho pushing up to his knees and taking the onslaught of their Father’s wrath. He felt the pain in Yunho’s soul through their bond.
“Move,” their Father ordered, the power flowing over Yunho, though it was not as strong as before. “Destroyed. Must be destroyed.”
“No.” Yunho crossed his hands over his heart, head lowered, and answered the power with a flare of Love.
The stream of power stopped and a low growl echoed through the chambers.
“He is an abomination,” his Father said.
“It was an accident,” Yunho said, tone careful and voice hoarse like he’d been screaming. “It was an accident. Xiah broke no rules. Xiah waited as he always does until Jaejoong had conceived a child with Changmin. It is a happenstance of --”
“Do not claim this in the name of Life!” their Father roared. “He is a demon!”
“Then Love. A happenstance of Love.”
“You have learned to weave your words, but I want to hear this from the one carrying the spawn of my banished Brother.”
Jaejoong swallowed and told his Father everything. Well, almost everything. There were certain sexual aspects to the last two years that were better left private, like being taken from both ends while Xiah fed directly from his cock.
“A human?” Father mused and stared hard at Changmin. “He is strong.”
“He has agreed to become a Prophet of Love.”
“And Lust,” Jaejoong said.
“You mean Music,” his Father snapped. “Lust, Seduction, Sadism ... these are things of my Brother and should have no place in the Gods.”
“They all have places within the Gods,” Yunho said. “Or at least in our bedchambers.”
More than one of the gathered Gods laughed, stifling the noise quickly as their Father glared at them all.
“And you brought all of them with you in some fucked up form of a family reunion.”
There were gasps of surprise at the God of Life cursing in such a way.
Yunho shook his head. “I only said that Xiah needed their support. They had no idea why, but they came anyway, because Xiah belongs here, with Jaejoong, with us, just as surely as they do.”
“And now that you all know why he needs your support, that my Son, my First Son, carries his demon spawn, a child born of evil, are you all willing to stand for him?”
Jaejoong swallowed at the silence behind him. And then Heechul stood and said, “Yes, God of Life. I will stand for him.”
He was echoed by Leeteuk. “Yes, Mangus, I stand for him.”
Kangin followed his Lover to his feet. “The God of Strength stands with Xiah.”
Yesung added his Voice and then Siwon, Kyuhyun, Onew, and all of the others.
Xiah shivered from his place on the floor.
“And your Lover? Changmin?” Father glared at him. “How does he feel about all this?”
Changmin’s eyes went wide and stammered, “I ... I ...”
Yunho gripped his shoulder to give him Strength.
His eyes shut and he bowed deeply. “My Lord, I ... apologize for ... I am ...”
“You’re freaking him out, Father,” Jaejoong said.
Their Father huffed. “I only asked a simple question. I see that you have no problem with it, but why not? The glory of your First Son with a God will be tarnished because he will be born with the child of a demon.”
“Who is also a child of a God,” Changmin said and then winced for disagreeing with the God of Life. “I am sorry. I ... I have spent two years with them both and consider Xiah an extension of Jaejoong and therefore an extension of the Need I have for Jaejoong. The only thing better than a kiss from Jaejoong is a kiss from both of them.”
Yunho put his hand on Xiah’s back and said, “We all Love him, Father. This is not his fault. And it surely isn’t the life of the child inside him, nor of his Brother. It is possible for the pregnancy to be terminated and Jaejoong can conceive again. Possible, but not certain.”
“Life Finds a Way,” Father said. “Is that your next argument because it has now been used against you.”
He lifted a hand. Power gathered and the palm pointed toward Jaejoong.
Jaejoong winced, head lowered. He tightened both hands into fists and trembled. “Please don’t, Father. Please. Xiah has always behaved. Xiah has always done just as he should. You say to me very often that you are surprised at how well behaved he is, and it is because he does not want to be sent back to Uncle. He doesn’t. You allow him here because he behaves, and he has. He did. He broke no rules. He lives here and belongs here, and so ... so does his child. Please. Father. I Love them both.”
Their Father stared for a long time. He sighed. “I regret ever calling you my favorite.”
Jaejoong smiled as the power fell.
Father held out his hand and said, “Xiah, come here.”
Shaking, Xiah pushed up to his hands and knees. He crawled slowly, barely able to move under the God of Life’s power. He climbed the two stairs and pressed his head into the hand.
Father ran his hands through Xiah’s pink hair, careful of the flowers, and then scratched. “You have been so very good.”
Xiah shivered at the sudden stream of power. His eyes rolled back and he trembled, falling against Father’s legs.
Father chuckled. “He feels only of sincerity, though he is also excited to have a child.” Father tilted his head. “He has only ever belonged and has never had something to call his own. Silly, demon. I’m sure you’ve discovered that every God in this room will gladly allow you to call them yours.”
Xiah tried to answer, but was still rolling with his power.
“Go, take your admirers with you. And Jaejoong?”
“Yes, Father?”
“Bring your children to see me after their birth.”
Jaejoong smiled and bowed. “Of course, Father.”
“And this one,” he pulled at Xiah’s hair, “he may need some help. I do believe he just came in his pants.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Probably.”
Both Jaejoong and Yunho moved in front of their Father, and Jaejoong did not protest the firm grip around his waist or the kiss to his mouth.
“You are my favorite child,” his Father said.
Jaejoong smiled and fell into his lap. “I know.”
“If you had shown up here naked, I doubt I would have even noticed the demon spawn growing inside you.” His hand slid up into the robe, power tingling along Jaejoong’s skin.
Jaejoong sighed and buried his face into his Father’s neck. “This ... was important, and Yunho made me get dressed.”
“And this is why he is not my favorite.”
Yunho grumbled something that sounded like, “Why couldn’t I have been the pretty one?”
Jaejoong laughed, accepted one more kiss from his Father, and moved to help Xiah. They ended up settling him on Yunho’s back, arms around his neck. Jaejoong walked behind them, a hand on Xiah to help center him. He was really drunk.
“Oh, and Heechul,” Father said. “On your way out, you may add some flowers if you’d like.”
Heechul flushed, but bowed and muttered his thanks.
By the time they were back at Jaejoong’s, Xiah was lucid enough to accept more Love and kisses from the other Gods. There were promises of showing off the children when they were born.
“This child is going to be more spoiled than you are,” Jaejoong said and rubbed his nose on Xiah’s.
Xiah hated such a mushy show of affection, but this time he smiled. “I am very thankful.”
“A thankful demon?” Yunho said with a laugh.
“Shut up,” Xiah muttered. “I am very thankful.”
Jaejoong led the way up the stairs to his room.
Yunho settled Xiah in the middle of the bed, hovering over him and kissing him senseless. “Are you happy, Love?”
Xiah preened and said, “Yes, Yunho Master.”
“Good. Did you really come in your pants?”
Xiah laughed. “If I say no, will you make me come in them?”
“If you say yes, I will take them off and give you another one to match.”
“Yes,” Xiah said, hands eager on the bindings and clothes. “Yes, yes. I think I came twice. Maybe three times.”
Yunho laughed.
Jaejoong settled on the bed next to Xiah, his hand soft on Xiah’s neck while Yunho worked on the clothes. Changmin pressed in close behind him.
“We Love you,” Jaejoong said and kissed Xiah lightly.
“I know, Master. I know.”
“Good. I don’t doubt that Yunho can give you three orgasms, but I think we’ll help him out.”
“Three each,” Xiah said, tugging at Jaejoong’s hair.
“You want nine orgasms?”
“Yes, please, Master.”
Jaejoong laughed. “And what about Heechul when he finishes with flowers in Father’s castle?”
“Twelve. That’s twelve orgasms.”
Yunho stopped what he was doing, pulling Xiah’s cock from the open breeches. “Twelve. That’s a lot. We better get started.” And he leaned down to swallow Xiah’s erection.
Xiah moaned, arms lifting, hands going to Yunho’s hair.
Soft hair. Jaejoong was jealous. He Loved Yunho’s hair.
“Aren’t we helping?” Changmin asked and pulled at the leather belt that held Jaejoong’s robe on his body. It slithered to the floor. Xiah was too far into lust to notice, but Yunho’s eyes widened with lust. And promise.
Jaejoong moaned and was almost dragged to that gaze on automatic. It’d been way too long since he’d been able to freely touch his Brother.
His hand landed on Yunho’s warm skin, sliding up his back and to his neck. Yunho reached behind him and gripped Jaejoong’s thigh. Leaning over his Brother’s back, Jaejoong left a long series of of hickys on his golden skin.
Changmin went to Xiah’s chest with his mouth.
“Isn’t ... isn’t this supposed to be about me?” Xiah said with a pout.
Yunho chuckled and with lips pressed against the head of his cock said, “It is. Jaejoong’s touches make me want to please you even more.”
Xiah snorted. “You just want him to touch you.”
Yunho smiled and licked up the length of his dick. “You can’t blame me.”
His pout deepened and then he sighed. “No, but ... suck on ... mouth. Need something in my mouth.”
“Okay, okay,” Jaejoong said. He pressed one more kiss to Yunho’s warm shoulder. He let his fingers trail down his arm, pulsing bits of power to him and making him shake.
Yunho had a bit of a weakness for Jaejoong’s power.
Jaejoong chuckled and leaned over his pretty demon for a long kiss. Xiah latched onto him with a hand on his neck and sucked at his mouth, drawing power from him.
“Didn’t you have enough, darling?” Yunho asked. “Isn’t this about orgasms?”
Xiah whimpered. “Like ... his power ... doesn’t make you want to come.”
Yunho laughed, “You’re right. Can you lift up your hips for me, darling? Let me press my fingers inside you.”
Xiah whined in anticipation. His legs lifted, feet settled on Yunho’s back. His head turned, mouth open, and Jaejoong shuffled forward enough to let him suck his dick.
Changmin’s mouth moved over to his neck, at the spot below his ear that Xiah Loved. His body shook as Yunho pressed two fingers into him and slid his cock back into his throat.
Jaejoong met Yunho’s eyes and smirked. “Yeah?”
Xiah moaned, agreeing, even though the hint was meant for Yunho. Jaejoong saw the answering gleam in his eyes.
On their next breath, they both pushed power into Xiah: Jaejoong from a touch on his shoulder, and Yunho from the fingers buried in his ass.
Xiah cried out, his body convulsing, and he shuddered through a violent orgasm, a heavy release that was spilling down Yunho’s chin.
Jaejoong moaned, and grabbed Yunho’s head to lift him up and kissed him, licking the taste of their pretty demon out of his mouth.
And of course, that was when Heechul decided to walk in.
“What the fuck?”
“You know, for the God of Flowers who creates beautiful things, you certainly have a dirty mouth,” Changmin said.
Heechul glowered, arms crossed.
“Don’t ... no mad,” Xiah gasped, trying to talk and lick at Jaejoong’s cock at the same time. “Reward. Presents.”
Yunho smiled at his Lover. “What he is trying to say is that we’re making him feel wanted and Loved. Care to join us?”
“Eleven orgasms,” Xiah moaned. “More. More.”
“We owe him,” Changmin said. “For being Lovely and perfect.”
Heechul moved to the bed and leaned down to kiss Xiah on the lips. His wicked little tongue flashed over the head of Jaejoong’s cock, too. “Eleven orgasms?”
“Eleven more,” Changmin corrected.
“You’re going to pass out before then.”
Xiah smiled, loopy and happy. “Then you will owe me.”
“Pretty demon,” Heechul cooed and kissed him again.
Silence fell around them. Well, no talking anyway. The four of them bathed Xiah in attention, their mouths and hands too busy for them to do anything more coherent than make noises of praise. But Xiah’s whimpers and moans echoed around them. His next orgasm quaked through his body when Yunho finally slid his dick inside him, teasing and slow. His hands were on Changmin’s chest and Jaejoong’s hip when it happened and the quick jerk of energy leaving him had Jaejoong gasping and leaning against the steadiest thing. Which happened to be Yunho.
Yunho was also so steady. His rock. His support.
Jaejoong turned his head enough to accept a kiss from his Brother’s lips. “Thank you for protecting him,” Jaejoong whispered. “Thank you for saving his life.”
Yunho smiled and curled his hand around Jaejoong’s waist. He pulled a little too hard, and Jaejoong’s erection slid out of Xiah’s mouth. Xiah whimpered, but then moaned in appreciation when Heechul took his place. Yunho kissed him deeply, his hand falling to cup Jaejoong’s ass.
“I am only allowing this because Xiah likes to watch you two kiss,” Heechul grumbled.
“He likes to watch us fuck, too,” Jaejoong said.
Heechul glared, but Xiah whimpered in anticipation.
Yunho leaned his head on Jaejoong’s shoulder for a moment. “I better not. The last thing you need inside you is another child. Who knows how fertile you still are?”
Jaejoong pouted. “After then.”
“After.”
“Hey,” Heechul said. “This is about--” He broke off with a pained gasp.
Xiah had grabbed his balls and yanked hard with both his hand and his energy.
Heechul chuckled and cupped his cheek. “Fine, you greedy demon. After.”
“That doesn’t meant I can’t suck on your dick, Brother,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho groaned, hips speeding up a little.
“Or,” Jaejoong leaned down and licked at the piercing sparkling in his nipple.
Yunho gasped out a praise and his fingers slipped into Jaejoong’s cleft. They were still slick from prepping Xiah, and Jaejoong shifted just enough to accept two of them into his body. He moaned, left the nipple to go back to his mouth. He molded his body to his Brother’s and rolled his hips, sliding his erection on Yunho’s side.
“Might just come all over your skin,” Jaejoong whispered against his lips.
Yunho smiled. “I’d Love that. I Love you. I Love you.”
“You Love me the most.”
Yunho chuckled. “Of course I do.”
Heechul grunted but didn’t argue. He knew it was true.
“I want my child inside you,” Yunho gasped. “I want it so badly. I want to give you something you’ll Love forever and just ... By the Gods.”
Jaejoong’s throat tightened and he nodded. “Me too. Love. I want you. I want your child and Love and ...”
Yunho shut him up with his mouth and growled. The grip on Jaejoong’s neck actually hurt, and the one he had on Xiah’s thigh, keeping him up and open to thrust into was actually bruising. Xiah didn’t seem to mind. Jaejoong certainly didn’t. He’d proudly display bruises that were an indication of how much Yunho craved him.
They were both strong enough to circumvent the firm Rule that their Father had placed on them when they were only children. They were not allowed to have a child together. He would be too strong and tip the worlds and the heavens into chaos. Supposedly. There were many times when they shared their Love that Jaejoong had been willing to tempt that theory.
But he Loved his Father. Yunho Loved their Father. They did not want to go back on their promise to him or attempt to thwart his power over the Gods and over Life.
“Love you,” Yunho gasped, faltering for a moment.
Jaejoong growled a return sentiment.
Yunho thrust a little harder and then stilled. His moan as he pumped his release into Xiah was muffled by Jaejoong’s mouth.
And then Jaejoong’s world tilted and he landed on the other side of the bed, his legs in the air, his Brother between his legs, sliding his pulsing erection over his cleft.
“I want you, I want you, I want--” He fell forward, capturing Jaejoong’s mouth with a kiss and thrust against him, their cocks sliding together. Jaejoong tightened his hold with his legs around Yunho’s waist and buried his hands into his hair, kissing him just as deeply and desperately. Yunho’s body thrummed with Love, and Jaejoong basked in it, his own body thrumming a chord of notes, a perfect Melody that was an echo of everything his Brother was: power, Love, control, and handsome. The Music trilled high and then low, ebbing with the pleasure, his release, his own Love.
A firm grip encircled his dick, and Jaejoong broke away from the kiss, gasping. Everything went fuzzy and then bright with light, and he was pulsing his release all over his stomach, thick trails of it curled over Yunho’s hands and a few of the more eager clumps landed up on Yunho’s chest.
Yunho fell against him, his dick again sliding down, between his thighs, over his cleft, and he was pulsing a bit more of his orgasm over Jaejoong’s ass.
“If he ends up pregnant with your kid, too, I will personally testify against you,” Heechul said. “Fuck, Yunho. Control your power.”
Jaejoong tried to remember how to breathe.
Yunho would not let his lips go long enough to let him.
Jaejoong did not really mind, matching him kiss for kiss, breath for breath, touch for touch.
“I Love you,” Yunho whispered when they both finally calmed down.
Jaejoong hugged him tightly. “I Love you, too.”
“This was supposed to be about me,” Xiah said with a pout.
They both looked over at him. Changmin was thrusting inside him and Heechul was sucking on his cock.
Laughing, Changmin said, “You came twice just because of the power between them.”
Xiah smiled, and Jaejoong noted the happy loopy look in his eyes. He was so very drunk and very satisfied.
“How many more do you need?” Yunho asked, finally peeling away from Jaejoong.
“A million.”
They all laughed.
Yunho moved right next to him and cupped his cheek. “Pretty demon, for the rest of eternity we will make sure you have your million orgasms.”
Jaejoong was still a bit too wired to really move, so he just watched as Yunho slid his erection into Xiah’s mouth, leaving traces of his own come, and probably some of Jaejoong’s over his lips and chin.
His body still thrummed with Music and he was only mildly disappointed that Yunho had not come inside him. They definitely would have made a child just then. Their emotions, their Love, their souls were too intertwined.
He had felt the same way, with Changmin and Xiah, when he had finally conceived. He’d had so much Music thrumming through him. He wondered if Donghae’s spells were either no longer strong enough to prevent something like this, or if his spells were too strong, keeping him fertile for much longer. He felt fertile now, warm and happy, things blurry with light weaving around him.
Maybe it was just Yunho’s Love.
Jaejoong had spent his entire lifetime wrapped up in Yunho’s Love. He watched the other three pleasure their pretty demon, his pretty demon. He was so glad he had begged his Father to allow him to keep Xiah. He was so glad that Yunho had protected him. He was so glad the other Gods had stood up for him.
Xiah was so precious. And his child, the little greedy thing growing inside him, would be just as precious.
Jaejoong ran his hands over his lower stomach again and smiled.
Part 5: Babies!
Part 3: Support
Part 2: Touched
Part 1: Chosen
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