Pleasures of the Mighty 8/?

Mar 29, 2010 10:02

Title: Pleasures of the Mighty 8/?
Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.

Summary: On ShinKi, slaves give you prestige, honor and a convenient hole to fuck. But Jung Yunho has never owned a slave. Heir to the Jung Empire, he has refused to follow standard practices and refused his father's wishes to follow the family tradition of political leadership.
But then his best friend Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, and sees the most beautiful man. When Yoochun shows an interest in buying him, Yunho is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom.
It's a simple purchase, but soon, as he learns more and more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.



Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta (trshakespeare). I ♥♥♥ You!



Part 8: The Puppet

Yunho sat in his office on Saturday. His stomach twisted and jerked with the thought of food. He tried to read more about Doushite, but the words on the screen were blurs.

He did little more than spin around in his chair until Jae poked his head in and said that Bi was arriving in a half hour. He rose and changed his clothes. He dressed in slacks and a button down.

Jae was standing in the living room. Not really looking at anything. He was in skin tight blue jeans and an even tighter red t-shirt. The Jung Family tassels hung from his bicep.

Yunho sighed and hugged him. “You don’t have to do this, Jae.”

“I’m going to anyway.”

“Why?”

“I already told you why. I’ll be okay.”

“I know. I’m sorry for last night. For yesterday, for the last two weeks, for-“

Jae kissed him quickly. “Shut up.”

“Yes, master.”

They held to each other tightly.

“God, I’m so fucking nervous,” Yunho said.

“It will be alright,” Jae replied.

“You don’t know that.”

Jae was silent. Yunho pulled back, caressed his cheek and kissed him, long deep, forgetting everything except the feel of Jae’s hair through his fingers and his tongue against his lips. Until the door bell rang. And then he kissed him for a bit longer.

“I can’t do this,” Yunho muttered. “What if he-“

“You can do it. This if for Junsu. Remember?”

Yunho looked at him. “You don’t have to do anything for Junsu.”

Jae smiled. “I’m not. I’m doing it for you. Go answer the door.” Jae pushed him away.

Yunho took a deep breath. The bell rang again. “Coming!” Yunho shouted.

He stopped with his hand on the knob, shut his eyes and had to take another breath. He opened the door.

“Yunho-shi!” Bi said and invited himself into the apartment. Junsu trailed behind him, still on a leash. And wearing only a pair of tight, blue shorts.

“Good evening, Senator. Welcome.”

The leash clattered to the ground, and Bi had his hands on Jae’s hips. “So beautiful.” He hooked his hand in the top of Jae’s pants and tugged him toward the still open door. “We’ll talk pricing tomorrow.”

“That’s fine, but Bi-”

The senator stopped at the door, looking over his shoulder. Jae had his head lowered.

Yunho swallowed. “No lasting marks, please. There’s already one scar marring his perfect skin. I don’t want to see any more.”

Bi laughed. “I’m not Yoochun. I can control myself.”

And then the door slammed shut.

Yunho stared at it in shock, not sure how that had happened so fast. And then he turned, found Junsu kneeling by the door, head lowered.

“Junsu,” Yunho said, voice ripping.

Junsu didn’t move.

Yunho made a noise, desperate, aching, and he fell to his knees in front of him. The first thing he did was unclasp the collar and throw it to the floor. He hugged him, so tightly, trying not to cry, trying not to lose it.

But Junsu did nothing back. Nothing.

“Su?”

Yunho met his eyes. Empty eyes. “Su?”

“My name is Dolphin, master,” Junsu whispered.

Yunho’s heart broke. “Su, please, please don’t do this.”

“I do what pleases you, master. Are you displeased?”

Tears dripped down his face. “Please, Su. Please.”

“What do you want, master?”

“You. I want you.”

“I’m yours to take, master.”

“Damn it. Not like that.”

“That is all I know.”

Yunho growled in frustration. “Stop it, please, Su, just stop it.”

“Stop what, master?”

Yunho turned away from him, wrapping his arms around himself. His Su. Jae was right. So broken. Not his Junsu anymore. Yunho stood up quickly, head going light. He put a hand to the wall.

“Is master ill?”

“No.” He shook his head, and finally Junsu met his eyes. “Heartbroken. Don’t call me master. Don’t … just … leave me alone until you … I want my Junsu back.”

Yunho left the hall, staggering toward his bedroom. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see straight. Couldn’t … why? Why Su? He fell against the wall in the hallway, sliding down. Arms on his knees, head back, he cried. Silent tears dripping down his face.

Even Yoochun was right. Junsu didn’t want him anymore.

Yunho had no idea how long he sat in the hallway. He wiped his eyes, and forced himself to his feet. His hands were shaking.

He needed to eat. When was the last time he ate? He couldn’t remember.

He walked back to the main room, stopping in his tracks.

Junsu was still kneeling by the door.

“Su? What …” Yunho sighed. “God, I hate this slave shit. Get up.”

Junsu immediately stood.

Yunho wanted to hold him. Touch him. Kiss him.

He felt like he had on the first day Jaejoong was here. Heartbreak adding to the awkwardness. Yunho didn’t look at him. Stayed turned away, eyes on the ground.

“I guess I’m going to just talk, and you’ll listen because, god forbid you actually talk to me like a human being. I’ve been looking for you for seven years, Junsu. Seven fucking years. Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me. You kept me sane. You kept me grounded when the political bullshit was too much. I had you. I had you to hold and kiss and talk to, and you didn’t treat me like the Jung Family heir. You treated me like me, and I tried to do the same for you, Su. I tried, and then he just sold you, like you were a dog and-“ Yunho broke off. “If you’re not going to talk to me, then fine, just … fuck, I don’t care, Junsu. I didn’t agree to this trade with Bi to try you out. I’ve been waiting seven fucking years to see you, and now you’re treating me like your master when I’ve never treated you like a slave.”

Yunho finally dared a glance.

Junsu’s head was down, as it had been through the whole thing. But his chest rose and fell in deeper breaths.

It was enough for Yunho to know he was at least getting to him.

“I’m going to make something to eat,” Yunho said. “Come on.”

It hurt to order Junsu around, but Yunho took a deep breath, remembering the delicate steps around Jaejoong the first day. It’d be the same with Junsu whether he liked it or not.

Junsu sat in a chair, head bowed.

Yunho set some noodles to boil. He leaned against the counter, staring at Junsu. His body, broad shoulders, muscled arms. There were scars on his skin. Yunho’s throat closed up.

Anger, sudden and hot, coursed through him.

Someone had scarred his Junsu. Hurt him.

Yunho pushed away from the counter. He went to his room and pulled out a pair of sweats and a t shirt. He went back to the kitchen and put the clothes on the table.

“Put those on.”

Yunho turned his back. He went to the stove to stir the noodles. Clothes rustled and then the chair scraped across the floor again. Yunho finished cooking in silence. He gave Junsu a large plate of food, and just like Jaejoong had, he ate like he hadn’t had a decent meal in weeks. It was already late. Everything weighed on Yunho, exhaustion, mental, emotional, physical. The anticipation and adrenaline that had built finally left him.

“Come on,” Yunho said. And Junsu immediately rose and followed him down the hall.

Yunho opened the door to Jaejoong’s room. “You can sleep in Jaejoong’s room.”

Junsu nodded.

Yunho sighed. “Su, I’m just a contract away from buying you. I don’t know if you know that, but the only thing Bi wanted besides money was a night with Jaejoong. After tonight, all I have to do is sign where he tells me to. But … I won’t do it if you don’t want me to. Yes or no, Su. That’s all I want to hear. Just tell me.”

Junsu swallowed, but said nothing.

Yunho’s heart broke a little more. “Good night, then.”

He turned and slammed his bedroom door. He fell in bed, still dressed. Clutching a pillow, he cried and wished for Jaejoong’s comforting arms.

~}|{~

The alarm shrilled in the quiet morning. Yunho groaned and reached to turn it off. Instead of hitting a clock, he hit the wood of his nightstand. With blurry eyes, he lifted his head from his pillow. He tried to focus on the annoying buzz, only to find it on his dresser across the room. He smiled.

Devious Jaejoong.

He got up and flipped it off. He sat on the edge of his bed for a minute, trying to control all the pain and emotions flowing through him. He allowed himself another moment of self-pity, and then stood.

There was nothing he could do about it. Junsu didn’t want him.

Yunho showered quickly, dressed in khakis and a loose shirt.

Junsu stood just outside his door, again dressed only in the blue shorts he’d arrived in. Yunho ignored him and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Junsu followed him without being told at least and sat at the table.

Younho cooked him breakfast, and again Junsu ate more than Yunho thought possible. Yunho ate nothing. He couldn't. He made it through one cup of coffee and half of the daily news when his doorbell rang. He looked at Junsu, sighed and then rose to answer it.

He put his hand on the doorknob.

“Yes.”

Yunho spun around.

Junsu stared at the floor.

“What?”

Junsu swallowed, looked up and met his eyes. “Yes.”

Yunho took a step toward him, and then the doorbell rang again. Yunho couldn’t breathe beyond the lump in his throat, but he managed to say, “Okay.”

And then he opened the door.

Senator Bi was all smiles as he yanked Jae into the apartment by a leash. “He is fabulous, Yunho. Fabulous.”

Yunho immediately took the leash and collar off and caught himself from throwing it at Bi. Jae met his eyes. They were carefully blank. Yunho caressed his cheek. Jae’s eyes closed and his body shivered.

“And how did my Dolphin please you?”

Yunho turned to Bi, but he looked at Junsu. Junsu who was standing behind Bi, leashed, but with his head up and meeting Yunho’s eyes.

“He was everything I could have wanted and more.”

“Good, good. I’ll have my lawyer draw up a contract and deliver it to you within the week.”

“Thank you, Senator.”

The door shut behind them, and Yunho stared at it for a long time before turning to Jaejoong. He hugged him. “Are you alright?” he whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Liar. What did he do to you?”

Jae scoffed. “You want details?”

Yunho shivered. “No. Just … did he hurt you?”

“Not enough for it to matter.”

“Did you get to sleep?”

“No.”

“Come on then.” Yunho led him down the hall. “Unless you want something to eat first?”

“No. Sleep sounds better.”

Yunho pushed his shoulders until Jaejoong sat on the edge of the bed. He took Jae’s shirt off, breath hitching at all the bruises and hickys on his body.

“That fucker,” Yunho growled.

“You said nothing lasting. They’re just bruises. They’ll heal.”

His hand shook as he reached for Jae’s jeans. Jae grabbed his wrists. “You take those off and I’ll be naked.”

Yunho stood up. “Stay there.” He went to Jae’s room and grabbed a pair of flannel sleep pants from the drawer. The clothes Junsu had worn were folded neatly on the corner of the bed. He took them with him and threw them into a drawer. He tossed the sleep pants to Jae, and then changed into more comfortable clothes himself.

Jae was lying on his back when he turned around, his chest rising in deep breaths.

“God, Jae, I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have had to do that.” Yunho crawled over him, straddling him.

Jae opened one eye. “Was it worth it?”

Yunho nodded.

The eye closed. “Good.”

It was quiet for a long time. And then Yunho kissed him. Jae smiled against his lips.

“I missed you,” Yunho whispered.

“Ah, now who’s the liar?”

“I did. I needed you and you weren’t here and god, Jae, I take you for granted and I’m sorry.”

“You do not take me for granted.” Jae propped up on his elbows. Faces close, he asked, “What happened?”

Yunho shut his eyes with a sigh. “Nothing happened. He … he wouldn’t even look at me. Or talk to me. But I gave him a choice, I told him I was buying him and it was his choice if he wanted me to or not. And he said yes. So that’s something, but god, Jae, he was so impersonal. So cold.”

“I did warn you.”

Yunho nodded. “I know. It still hurt.”

Jae pecked his cheek. “You’ll have him soon.”

“I don’t want him like that.”

“Give him time, okay? You gave me time. After a few weeks, he’ll be alright.”

Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong carefully. Jae put his arms around Yunho’s neck and allowed himself to be laid back. Yunho found his lips again. A hand tangled in his hair as Jaejoong opened his mouth to him. The kiss deepened until Yunho pressed against him.

Jae broke away with a gasp.

“Fuck. Sorry,” Yunho said, running a light hand over his bruised stomach.

Jae shook his head. “I’m alright. Just … god, Bi is a bastard. And don’t ask again. If I give you specifics, you’re going to kill him.”

Yunho stared at Jae’s body, and then pressed a kiss against a bruise on his shoulder. Jae shivered. Yunho kissed the next bruise. Very lightly, he flicked his tongue over Jae’s sore nipples.

“Fuck,” Jae breathed. “I thought you were going to let me sleep.”

Yunho smiled. “Sorry,” he whispered, but kissed the bruises down Jae’s stomach.

Jae’s chest rose and fell in deep breaths, blankets clutched tightly in his hands.

With a final lick along the top of Jae’s pants, Yunho pulled away and lay next to him. “There. Feel better?”

Jae moaned.

“That must mean you feel better.”

“Yes. Thank you for turning me on and leaving me high and dry.”

Yunho kissed his neck. “Sleep. I’ll leave you low and wet later.”

Jae laughed and snuggled into him.

Yunho sighed in contentment.

“When are you going to explain the ‘Bambi’ thing to me?”

“Never.”

“Come on.”

“Just … it’s a Heechul thing.”

“You used to do Heechul’s thing.”

Yunho burst into laughter.

“You did, admit it.”

“Yeah, I did. Before he died.”

Jae turned his head to meet Yunho’s eyes. “Died?”

“Yeah. Remember while we were running?”

“Oh, right. Angel mentioned that. You were surprised to find out he was alive.”

“Very surprised.”

“Were you dating then?”

“Discreetly, yes.”

“You do a lot of things discreetly.”

“Jung Family heir, I have to.”

“So you were ‘Bambi’ discreetly?”

Yunho propped up on an elbow and stared down at him. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

A gorgeous, wide smile. “I’m especially interested in the ‘harder is better’ motto.”

Yunho smirked and his fingers danced along the band of pants at Jae’s hips. “I like to be fucked. And, my motto became harder is better because well, harder is better.”

“Not always.” Jae pushed himself to his elbows, lips brushing Yunho’s. “Slow, sensual, deeper. All of that can be better, too.”

“God.”

Yunho kissed him, keeping his hands to himself with difficulty. He really wanted to crawl over Jae’s body and start pulling clothes off.

“Damn that damn senator,” Yunho muttered when he managed to rip himself away from Jae’s mouth.

Jae smiled. “Why?”

Yunho gave him a look that sent Jae into laughter.

“Give me a couple of days, and then I’ll be alright. And then, if you still won’t tell me about Bambi, you can show me.”

“I’m going to go sleep in your room,” Yunho said, sitting up.

Jae grabbed his arm. “You’ve controlled yourself this long. Is there something about me being weak and at your mercy that you like?”

Yunho laughed. “No. But you keep touching me, and I can’t control myself with you touching me.”

“Oh, Yunnie, I’m all beat up and you’re going to leave me all alone.”

“Don’t pout, your Excellency. It’s unbecoming of your rank.”

Jae smacked his arm, and then winced.

Yunho slid back next to him. “Are you alright? I have some pain medicine.”

Jae snuggled into his side, arms around his waist again. “I knew if I acted like I was hurt, you’d lay back down.”

Yunho chuckled, and then kissed the top of his head. “Seriously, though. You’re not in pain?”

“No enough for it to matter. I am really tired though, and someone is keeping me awake.”

“Sorry.” Yunho settled them more deeply into the bed. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it over them.

“Hmm, Yunho?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for being noble and stuff. I … I appreciate it.”

Yunho scoffed.

“I do. I can’t imagine what would happen if I were Bi’s slave. Or what’s happening to Junsu or fuck, what’s happening to Changmin.”

“Knowing what you know of Yoochun, would you be willing to spend a night with him for Changmin?”

“What?”

“If there was a chance of me buying Changmin, and Yoochun wanted a night with you in exchange, would you do it?”

“Yes.”

“That easy?”

Jaejoong smirked. “Yes, that easy. Like I said, I can handle one night. And for Min, I’d go for a week or a month. I owe him my life, remember. Are you planning on buying him?”

Yunho sighed. He ran fingers through Jae’s hair. “If I thought Yoochun would sell him, I would. Yoochun isn’t easily persuaded like Bi is. When Yoochun gets tired of Changmin, I’ll offer to take him off his hands, but that won’t be for months, maybe years.”

Yunho stuttered a protest when Jae pushed him to the bed and rolled over him. He straddled Yunho’s waist. “You don’t have to save everybody.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You’d have too many slaves, and then where would I end up? Alone in a corner, waiting for my turn?”

Yunho smiled. “I’d feed you.”

Jae scoffed. “That’s very nice of you.”

“I’m a nice guy.”

Jae smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Their lips met and Yunho laid him back down.

“Sleep, Jaejoong,” he whispered. “You need to sleep.”

Jae sighed, but relaxed in Yunho’s arms. “Don’t leave until I fall asleep?”

“Yes, master.”

“I love hearing that.”

Yunho chuckled. He waited until Jaejoong fell into a deep sleep. He uncurled Jae’s arms from his body, and rose. Jae muttered, but he didn’t wake up. Yunho went to his office. He turned on his computer, chuckling when he typed in the password.

Almost immediately, Heechul was there.

+ hey, Bambi +

= hi. What’s up? =

+ bored. Watching numbers flow across the screen. You? +

= research =

+ ah +

= I really hate that you can see what I’m doing. =

+ so research is your code word for porn +

Yunho laughed. = I don’t need porn. why don’t you override my system and let me see your pretty face? =

+ flattery will get you everywhere with me, Bambi +

The screen flickered for a moment and then Heechul was there.

“So what are you really doing?” Heechul asked.

“I told you. Research. Read more of these files. Do you have transcripts from the press conference yesterday?”

“Of course, let me send them to you.”

“Thanks.”

“Wow. You’re being self-motivated. What’s the occasion?”

Yunho sighed and looked toward the wall, where beyond lay his bedroom and Jaejoong.

“Love sick,” Heechul sang.

Yunho smiled. “Very.”

“What’s going on with Junsu?”

“Don’t tell Angel?”

“Okay.”

“Bi is selling him to me. Everything should be finalized within the week. His only stipulation was a night with Jaejoong.”

Heechul’s eyes went wide. “And you made him?”

“I didn’t make him, Heechul. I was going to tell Bi to go fuck himself, but Jae said he’d do it so I could have Junsu back.”

“Shit. And?”

“Jae’s taking a nap. Bi was …”

“No need to tell me what Bi is like,” Heechul said, with a shiver. “I’ve been on the end of his fists before.”

“What? When?”

“Before us. Long before us.”

“Heechul, can I … fuck, can I get some honest answers from you about this Doushite mess?”

Heechul grimaced. “Depends on what you want to know.”

“How do you all know how to speak Doushiten?”

Heechul laughed. “You sound jealous.”

“It’s hard.”

“Yeah, it is. But we have a few Doushiten refuges staying with us, so they teach us.”

“Really? Anyone Jae knows?”

“Probably, but we haven’t told them that he’s still alive. Or Changmin.”

“Why not?”

Heechul smirked. “Angel.”

“Afraid of his power being taken away?”

“In a sense. He, of course, is doing it for their protection. The less they know, the less questions they can answer.”

“Yeah.”

“What else?”

“Why Doushite?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you guys worried about Doushite?”

“We’re not worried about just Doushite. There were worlds before them, there will be worlds after them. And we have refugees, and we’ve helped people from all over the universe. The problem is that we’re just one small anti political faction. I don’t care what Angel says, we’re not going to do any good until the policies change.”

“Don’t even think about it. I am not getting involved in the politics of this world again.”

“More people will suffer until the policies change.”

Yunho sighed. “Is it your job to do everything you can to gently persuade me to start speaking out?”

Heechul smirked. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes. And it makes sense. From Angel’s point of view. Angel is too involved. I won’t listen to him. Donghae irritates me. Hey, send the man’s past lover who he thought was dead. I’ll listen to you.”

“That was pretty much our conversation.”

“Why don’t you guys release these videos to the media?”

“Your family controls the media, remember? They won’t play them.”

“And why haven’t you hacked into their systems and played them anyway?”

“Angel says that won’t help.”

“Why not?”

“It won’t change the policies. You can’t do that without a new government. And besides, it’s the government, Yunho. I’m good with computers, but so are they. I do that and they’d find me in less than a day, and our entire stronghold is compromised.”

“Is Angel planning a full scale revolution?”

Heechul winced. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Why?”

“Because he says that makes him seem selfish and he’s doing this for those that can’t do it for themselves.”

“Which is a carefully veiled yes.”

“Pretty much.”

“And I’m roped into it because I wanted to keep a pretty man out of Yoochun’s bed, and I’m a Jung with not-so-aristocratic tendencies?”

“Yes.”

Yunho shook his head. “I hate this, Hee.”

“I know.”

“But … God, Jae is willing to do anything for me. What am I willing to do for him? Be controlled and told what to do and where to go and what to say even if I don’t believe it?”

“You said yourself that you believe in the ideals, just not the procedure. It’s the procedure we’re trying to change.”

“You’re trying to change the world.”

Heechul shrugged. “Is that bad?”

Yunho sighed.

“So, what do you do for Jaejoong?” Heechul asked with a leer.

“Fuck off.”

“Oh, tell me. Come on.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“What?”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Yunho repeated, slower. “I haven’t done more than kiss him. I’ve seen him naked once and that’s when he was trying on clothes.”

Heechul choked on nothing and then laughed. “God, no wonder you’ve been a bitch. Sexually frustrated?”

“Just a tiny bit.”

“Oh my god, and Bi got him before you did. That’s just-oh, man.”

“Stop laughing, jack ass. I’m not going to force Jae to do anything with me just because I can.”

“You should have told me you weren’t getting any. I would have done more than kiss you in your office last week.”

Part 9: The Press

Part 7: The Pressure
Part 6: The Politics
Part 5: The Party
Part 4: The Proposition
Part 3: The Problem
Part 2: The Prince
Part 1: The Purchase
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super junior, threesome: yunho/jaejoong/junsu, warning: slavery, pairing: changmin/oc, warning: het, warning: abuse, pairing: yoochun/changmin, warning: bondage, pairing: yunho/oc, warning: master sub, genre: science fiction, rating: nc-17, completed: pleasures of the mighty

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