Pleasures of the Mighty 10/?
Title: Pleasures of the Mighty 10/?
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 Yunho 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 10: The Persistence
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Jae asked.
Yunho froze. He looked at the ground and sighed. Jae moved in front of him, and buttoned up his dress shirt. Yunho lifted his head and stared at the ceiling. He didn’t want to see Jae, but needed him near. He hadn’t gone running, and barely ate a thing. Jae knew that something was bothering him, but he’d left Yunho alone last night.
Soft hands touched his cheeks, and Yunho met his eyes.
“The only thing that’s managed to upset you so much is Junsu. Tell me what happened.”
Yunho shut his eyes. “Bi gave me a contract.”
“Why aren’t you happy?”
“Because I refused it.”
“Why?”
Yunho slid his hands around Jae’s waist and pulled their bodies together. “He threw in a stipulation that you would have to go to him once a month. And Jae, I don’t care if you would have agreed to it. I don’t. I won’t do that. Not to you. Not just for Junsu.”
Jae opened his mouth to protest, and then shut it with a glare.
“What?”
“You’re a stupid, stupid man.”
Yunho smiled. “Why?”
“Because … you gave him up for-”
Yunho kissed him. “It’s not worth it. Seeing you damaged and bruised.”
Jae punched him on the shoulder, just once, but Yunho winced.
“Call him. Tell him you’ll sign it.”
“No.”
“J-just do it, Yunho. It’s only once a month, and it’s-”
“No.”
“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Jae broke away from him and left the room.
Yunho sighed and finished getting dressed for work.
~}|{~
Yoona’s smile was forced when he greeted her.
“More good news?” Yunho said.
“Senator Bi and his lawyer are in your office.”
Yunho shook his head and let out a breath of disbelief. “Don’t worry. You’ll still get a raise.”
He opened the door. The two men stood. Yunho swallowed when he saw Junsu kneeling on the floor next to their chairs.
“Gentleman, what can I do for you?”
“You can sign this,” Bi said, throwing the contract on his desk.
“Is it different from yesterday?” Yunho asked as he sat down.
“No.”
“Then I’m not signing it.”
“Why?”
“Because I do not agree with Clause Twenty-five. I still haven’t been able to use Hero properly because of the beating you gave him on Saturday night. I am not allowing you to do that to him once a month.”
“He’s fine.”
“No, he’s not. I expect perfection from him.”
“Okay. I’ll take that clause out if you tell me why you were at the press conference on Monday.”
Yunho narrowed his eyes. “Personal curiosity.”
“Bull shit. Your slave is Doushiten. A noble, too, based on the tattoo on his back.”
“A noble?” Yunho said with a smirk. “Good. At least I have a slave worthy of my status.”
“You’re lying.”
“About what?”
“Something. I can smell it.”
Yunho brought his arm up to his nose and sniffed. “I smell cologne.”
“You better not be planning anything. And watch who you hang out with. I know you’re going to Choi Siwon’s today.”
“Is it against the law to hang out with old friends? I’ve been out of society for long enough. I sort of miss it.”
Bi scoffed. “Sure. Sign this.”
“No. I know you added that clause because you’re not used to people reading contracts, but after doing business with me for so long, you should know I never sign anything unless I read it.”
“And what if I remove that business unless you sign it as is?”
Yunho scoffed. “You’re stooping to extortion, for one night a month for a slave? That’s pretty desperate.”
Bi smirked. “Fine. I guess after doing business with me for so long, you think you know me.”
“I’d like to think so.”
“As it turns out, I already have plans to purchase a new slave. One more fulfilling than this one.” Bi yanked on the leash around Junsu’s neck. “And I can’t until I’ve gotten rid of this one.”
“You take out clause twenty-five, let me read it one more time, and I’ll sign it.”
Bi’s nodded curtly to his lawyer. Seven pulled out a markers and drew a thick line through clause twenty-five.
Yunho re-read the papers, carefully, not skimming over anything, looking for any underhanded and tricky wording. Hand shaking, he signed his name. And then Bi signed, and his lawyer.
Yunho took the contract before Seven could. He hit a button on his phone and called Yoona in.
“Yes, sir?”
“Make a copy of these for me, please.”
Yoona bowed and took the papers.
Bi glared at him.
“No, I don’t trust you,” Yunho said bluntly.
“Whatever you’re planning, whatever your ideas, you will get no help from me.”
“That is fine by me.”
Bi stood up and headed for the door, dragging Junsu after him.
“Senator,” Yunho called, and he stopped. “I do believe that is mine now.”
Bi looked down at Junsu, and then sneered. He dropped the leash and left the office. Seven waited until Yoona brought the copies back. Yunho doubled checked the originals, and then handed them to Seven.
“Your account will be charged as soon as I get back to my office,” Seven said.
“Good. The sooner, the better.”
Seven left the office.
Yunho rose from his desk, walked to the door, and said, “Yoona, don’t let anyone bother me until I say so, okay?”
“Of course, Yunho.”
He slammed the door and locked it. He fell to his knees, gathered Junsu’s shuddering body against him. His hands shook as he unclasped the leash and shoved it away from him.
“Are you okay?” Yunho whispered.
Junsu didn’t reply.
Yunho put his hands on his cheeks and met Junsu’s eyes. Junsu was crying. Tears pricked the corners of Yunho’s eyes.
He asked again.
Junsu nodded.
“Are you sure?”
Another nod. “I’m okay,” he whispered.
Yunho hugged him again. “Good. Are you hungry?”
“Always.”
Yunho shook his head. “Stupid bastard. I want to go home now, but I have a really important meeting at one. And Yoona will kill me if I try to reschedule again.”
Yunho stood and lifted Junsu to his feet. “God … I-”
Junsu tried to smile and then dropped his eyes.
“We’ll talk later, okay?”
Junsu nodded.
“Have a seat,” Yunho said and gestured to the couch. He went to his desk, hit a button and told Yoona to order some lunch. He stared at Junsu for a minute. He walked to a cabinet across the room and opened some drawers. He knew he had some-
Aha.
He pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “I knew I had some spare clothes. Here.” He handed them to Junsu.
“Thank you, mas-Yunho.”
Yunho took a deep breath and managed to keep tears from falling. His Junsu.
~}|{~
“Jae!” Yunho shouted through the house. Junsu followed quietly behind him.
Jae appeared from the hallway. Yunho picked him up and spun him in a circle before setting him back down and kissing him hard. Jae’s eyes widened, but he managed to wrap his arms around him.
“What are you-Oh.” Jae’s eyes slid past Yunho to Junsu still at the door.
Junsu had his head down, hands grasped in front of him.
“Bi took out the clause. He already had another slave practically purchased so it wasn’t hard to get him to take it out, but he did and-fuck.”
Yunho kissed him again.
Jae didn’t kiss him back, but pushed him away by the shoulders.
“Jae?”
Jae rolled his eyes and walked by him. “Hi,” he said to Junsu. “Since Yunho seems to be incapable of proper manners, I’ll introduce myself. My name is Jaejoong.”
Junsu’s eyes flicked up to Jae’s, and then he quietly whispered, “Junsu.”
Jae nodded. “Are you hungry? I was about to make dinner.”
“No, thank you. I ate at mas-Yunho’s office.”
Jae turned to Yunho. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Yunho knew something was wrong. Something, but why was Jae acting like this now? Earlier he was ready to give himself to Bi in order for Yunho to have Junsu, and now that he had him, why was … why did Jae seem upset?
“Jae?” Yunho said and grabbed his arm.
Jae met his eyes. Carefully blank.
“What’s wrong?”
“Please let me go,” Jae whispered, and Yunho did immediately. Jae went into the kitchen. Yunho turned confused eyes to Junsu, but Junsu was still looking at the ground.
Well, if he learned anything from Jae, it was better to let him calm down, and then try to talk to him later.
“Let me show you around the house,” Yunho said to Junsu.
~}|{~
A few hours later, Yunho pulled up to the front of Siwon’s building. Jae had been quiet through the rest of the evening. When they had changed clothes for the party, Yunho tried to talk to Jae, but he kept his lips pressed tight. In the car on the way, Jae stared out the window. Before Yunho climbed out of the car, he touched Jae’s arm.
“I know something is bothering you,” Yunho whispered. “I want you to tell me. When you’re ready to tell me. Okay?”
Jae swallowed and nodded.
They got out of the car, and Yunho handed his keys to a valet.
“Jung Yunho-shi, a pleasure to have you here,” the doorman said.
“Thank you.”
Jae’s hand clutched the back of Yunho’s sport jacket as they went inside, but once they were in the elevator, Jae put space between them. Yunho studied him with worry. Well, it started out as worry.
Jae wore a pair of gray jeans, faded in places, and a deep red button down shirt. It was open enough to show the top of the white tank underneath it.
Yunho stepped close to him, ignored Jae’s body stiffening, and lifted his face for a kiss.
“I know I’ve said this four times tonight, but you look really good.”
Jae smiled, but Yunho could tell it was forced. The elevator dinged open. Yunho led the way down the hall. A host stood outside of Siwon’s door and opened it with a bow. Music blared out of the apartment. The door shut behind them. They removed their shoes, and Yunho hung his sport coat up in the hall.
“Yunho!” A slightly drunk Donghae was suddenly clinging to his waist. “You came! Siwon said you might and oh my god, you’re so fucking hot. Fuck me tonight, please?”
Someone pried Donghae’s arms away from him.
“Sorry, Yunho-shi,” he said with a smile. “My name is Eunhyuk, I’m supposedly Donghae’s boyfriend, but he’s a little …”
“Eager?” Yunho supplied.
Eunhyuk smiled. “I was going to say slutty, but eager works.”
Donghae cuddled up to the other. “Aw, Hyukkie-baby, try to talk him into it. Please. He’s gorgeous.” Donghae’s eyes went wide. “We can have a threesome!”
Yunho laughed. “No way, Donghae.”
Donghae pouted.
“You’ll have to settle for me,” Eunhyuk said.
Donghae smacked his shoulder. “Don’t say that, Hyukkie. I love you.”
“And that’s why you’re throwing yourself at someone else.”
“Yunho,” and Yunho turned to Angel. “Glad you could come. I see you’ve been molested by Donghae already.”
Yunho smiled. “Yep. Time to go home, I guess.”
Angel laughed and then said hello to Jaejoong in Doushiten.
Yunho’s eyes scanned the room. He recognized almost half of the people (there were about thirty of them). In a far corner, he picked out Siwon. Someone (and based on the ponytail, Yunho figured it was Heechul) straddled his lap, and there was another man kissing his neck.
The other man suddenly lifted his head. It wasn’t someone that Yunho knew. His hair was ice blond, like Jaejoong’s, but his face rounder, more masculine. There was no denying his good looks though.
“Hangeng?” Jae’s voice suddenly shouted, and Jae moved by Yunho, releasing the hold on his shirt.
A few steps toward the trio, and then Hangeng’s eyes slid beyond Heechul. His smile fell, replaced by an open look of shock, and then he was up running across the room, and met Jae half way. Jae took the other’s face in his hands. They were both crying.
“I take it he’s Doushiten,” Yunho said to Angel.
“Yep.”
And then another, and another, and another joined their hug and soon, there were eight or nine people in the middle of the room, and they stumbled and landed in a pile, laughing and crying and talking too fast for Yunho to understand. He picked up on one word though.
“What does ‘wangzahnim’ mean?”
“Prince,” Angel replied.
“Wow.”
“Told you he was noble.”
Finally, Jae managed to calm them all down, and get them to their feet. He hugged Hangeng to him, eyes still wet with tears, and then Hangeng pulled him to Heechul and Siwon.
“You better get over there, or Heechul’s going to be feeling up your Doushiten in about three seconds.”
Yunho smiled and crossed the room.
Hangeng was introducing Jaejoong to Heechul and Siwon in broken ShinKi. And then Jae saw him, and smiled and grabbed Yunho’s arm, and said, “This is Hangeng, my best friend from Doushite. Hangeng this is Yunho.” He repeated the introduction in Doushiten.
And Hangeng hugged him. “You’re helping my Joongie, thank you. Thank you. He was dead.”
Heechul pulled Hangeng away, and said something in Doushite that Yunho missed.
“Sorry,” Hangeng said in Doushiten. He, Jaejoong and a few other Doushitens sat off to the side, and Yunho joined Siwon and Heechul on the couch.
“So who is that?” Yunho asked Heechul. “I couldn’t help but notice he had his lips attached to your fiancé.”
Siwon smiled. “Geng is another prince from the Han family of Doushite. He and Jaejoong practically grew up together. Geng isn’t a First Son, like Jaejoong, but he was sent to Jae’s family to study. He volunteered to come here as an official historian, but he was sold almost as soon as the ship landed. He escaped, and was lucky enough to run into Heechul before he ran into anyone else.”
“And the attached lips thing?”
Heechul answered him with a shrug. “We like him. He likes us. And the best part is that he doesn’t talk much, unlike you.” Heechul gave him a pointed look. “His mouth is put to better uses.”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “I now understand when you came to my office you said your name was Han ChulWon.”
Siwon smiled and nuzzled at Heechul’s neck.
“God, your Doushiten is gorgeous,” Heechul said, eyes still on Jaejoong.
“I know.”
“You hit it yet?”
Yunho slugged him. “No.”
Heechul curled into Siwon and laughed. “Oh, what’s the matter Yunho? Can’t get it up in your old age?”
“You’re older than I am, fucker.”
“Wait,” Siwon said with wide eyes. “You haven’t had sex with him yet?”
“No. God, why is this such a big deal?”
“Have you seen Jaejoong?” Heechul demanded.
Yunho looked over at him and smiled. “Yes. I have, but right now, his body is covered with bruises from Bi, and I don’t care what that stubborn beauty says, Bi bruised his ribs badly. He’s still recovering.”
“What about Junsu?” Heechul asked.
Yunho’s smile widened. “He’s mine. He’s at home sleeping at the moment.”
“What?” Siwon asked.
Heechul started explaining, and then someone tugged on Yunho’s arm with a shout of his name.
“Youngwoon!” Yunho shouted and stood up to hug him. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
The other man winced. “Youngwoon is. My name is Kangin.”
“God, what the fuck is up with all my friends dying?”
Kangin laughed and slapped him on the back a few times. “We have to when the government gets too close.”
“Kangin,” Angel snapped.
And Kangin looked sheepish for a moment.
Yunho turned to Angel with a glare. “Do we talk now or later?”
“What’s to talk about?”
“What I expect from this.”
Angel smirked. “You want money?”
“No. I want information.”
“You have that.”
“I want more information. I don’t want to be left in the dark anymore. I want to know what’s going on. I refuse to be your political figurehead. If you’re not honest with me, or if I feel like you’re holding out, friendships be damned, I’m done. I’m not going to be your little lackey in some political agenda, Angel. That’s why I left my family.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed. Heechul started inspecting his nails. Siwon and Kangin had their faces carefully blank.
“You have enough, don’t you?”
Yunho smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. “Enough? Enough what exactly? To do as you say, go where you say to go, say what you want me to say? To be what you want me to be in this little revolution of yours? I owe you no gratitude or allegiance.”
“You owe me your life.”
“How do you figure that?”
“I could have sent out the word to kill you the day you came looking for me.”
Yunho scoffed. “Give me a break. That was more for you than me. If my body had been found, there would have been a huge investigation.”
Heechul cut back a laugh.
Yunho spared him a glance. “Government officials would have been all over the place. You let me live more for you than for me.”
“And?”
Yunho shook his head. “This is ridiculous. What makes you think you can make a difference?”
“I can’t.”
“Oh, and I guess I can? Is that what Siwon is for, too? Just wait until we’re in power, and then we change everything? Do know anything about the corruption in the government? One of the reasons why I left is because they were trying to mold me to their way of thinking. Trying to make everything seem okay until it was too late and I had to do as they said. I don’t know if my father has a conscience or not, but he didn’t leave. He was hooked into it. I don’t know how much of what he spouts he actually believes, but if I go back, and be the good little son, then that counteracts any good I can do by being associated with you. The ties are too deep, the alliances too strong.”
“Are you through?” Angel asked.
“Fuck this,” Yunho said. When he turned around, Angel grabbed his elbow. He glared at it, and then met Angel’s eyes.
“What about Jaejoong?”
“What about him?” Yunho asked.
“Heechul said that Bi recognized him as Doushiten. He’s in danger being with you. Besides, he has friends here. Countrymen. Those in the same plight as him.”
Yunho laughed harshly. “And? You didn’t even tell them he was alive, and now you’re trying to use him as leverage? Look, if he wants to stay with you, then he can. I’m not his master.”
Heechul spoke up then, “Come on, Angel, stop arguing with him. You’re totally making me sober and that is not fair. You know he’s right anyway.”
It seemed that broke the stalemate between them. Kangin flung an arm around Leeteuk’s shoulder. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you a drink.”
As soon as they were out of earshot, Heechul giggled and said, “I was waiting for you to say ‘this isn’t over’ to him. God, you two are intense. Angel hates having his authority questioned. You need a drink.”
“No, I’m driving.”
A cool hand entwined with his and lips pressed against his cheek.
“You alright?” Jae asked.
Yunho leaned into the kiss. “Yes. Angel’s being a bastard.”
Jae smiled. “Come on. We’re going to give you a Doushite lesson.”
More giggles from Heechul and then he frowned, “Does that mean you’re going to take Geng from us?”
Jae laughed. “Only for a little while.”
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They arrived home well into the early morning hours. Jae was stumbling, having succumbed to Geng pressing drinks into his hands. And he kept giggling.
Giggly drunk Jaejoong was beyond adorable.
Yunho settled him into bed. He unbuttoned Jae’s shirt and slid it over Jae’s shoulders.
Jae moaned and tried to steal a kiss.
Yunho smiled and leaned away. “You need to sleep.” Yunho unbuttoned Jae’s jeans and tugged them off, leaving him in a tank and boxers and socks. His breath sped up, staring at all that muscle. It took all of his will power to keep his hands to himself.
“Good night kiss,” Jae said with a pout.
Yunho indulged him, meaning to make it sweet, but Jae grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to the bed, tongue reaching down his throat. Yunho moaned, but stopped the kiss.
Jae pouted again. “Yunnie.”
“You’re drunk.”
“So? I feel happy. And I want you.” His lashes lowered in what Yunho was sure was supposed to be a sexy look, but tipsy as he was, it came across as goofy.
Yunho laughed. “I want you, too, but not drunk.”
“Aren’t I gorgeous though, Yunho? Heechul said I was gorgeous.”
“You are gorgeous, but you’ll be gorgeous tomorrow when you’re sober.”
“You’re gorgeous, Yunho. Did you know that?”
“Yes.”
Jae giggled. “Arrogant.”
Yunho sat up. “Go to sleep, Jaejoong. I’m going to go check on Junsu.” Yunho undressed and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. Jae’s breathing had steadied, so Yunho figured he’d fallen asleep. But as he opened the door, Jae’s voice floated to him. It was mumbled and quiet, but Yunho understood.
“D’you love Junsu more than me?”
Yunho didn’t answer, but left the room and shut the door. He leaned against it, eyes shut, thinking about that question. Did he need to answer it? Did he love Jaejoong like he loved Junsu? And did he even love Junsu? He loved who Junsu used to be, but Junsu was different now. If he did love them both, did he need to love one more than the other?
He entered the other room slowly (Jaejoong’s room, Junsu’s room). It was dark, but almost instantly, Yunho knew Junsu wasn’t asleep. He let his eyes grow accustomed to the bit of light coming from the window. Junsu was sitting up against the headboard, knees curled to his chest, head resting on his knees.
“Hey,” Yunho whispered. “You okay?”
“I guess.”
Yunho crawled up on the bed and sat beside him. Junsu leaned toward him, and Yunho put an arm around his shoulders.
“Have you slept at all?”
Junsu shrugged.
“You need to sleep, SuSu.”
He made a noise of pain. When he tried to pull away, Yunho held him more tightly.
“Su?”
“You-you, you’re not supposed to be-” And then he broke off with a cry.
Yunho said his name again, laced with worry.
“Don’t call me that,” he shouted. “Don’t, it’s-I’m not …”
Yunho pried Junsu’s hands away from the death grip he had on his knees. Junsu fought against him.
“Calm down, please, Su. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Why, Yunho? Why?”
“Why what?”
Junsu’s whole body deflated, and he fell into Yunho, still crying. “Why did you buy me when you have him?”
Yunho took a deep breath. “I told you before. I’ve been looking for you for seven years. I wasn’t going to just ignore the fact that I finally knew where you were.”
“Do you still love me?”
“Of course.”
“Do you love him?”
The affirmation stuck on his tongue. Instead he made Junsu look at him. Before Yunho could say anything, Junsu kissed him, hard deep needy. Yunho’s eyes rolled back, arms encircling Junsu, laying them on the bed. Junsu moaned as they shifted.
You should not be doing this.
But then Junsu moved, just a tiny bit, rubbing his hip against Yunho’s groin.
“Fuck,” Yunho whispered.
All the sexual tension, need, irritation with controlling himself hit a frenzied peak as Junsu’s mouth moved down his neck. Shaking fingers twisted his nipples. Yunho held his hips, jerking up into Junsu’s body with a cry. Lips and tongue replaced fingers on his chest. Teeth bit down his skin to his stomach. Yunho’s hands clutched into Junsu’s hair as his tongue swirled around his belly button. Fingers, no longer shaking, wrapped around his clothed erection and stroked.
“Su, don’t-“ Yunho broke off with a cry as once again mouth replaced fingers. His back arched, he flung hand above his head and gripped the headboard. Junsu yanked his clothes off with an angry noise and then took Yunho down his throat. He cried out again, smacking his head on the headboard with each press down Junsu’s throat.
“Fuck, Su, fuck, stop.” Yunho’s whimpers turned to groans. Junsu ignored him. Need circled and waved through Yunho as Junsu continued his ministrations.
And then Junsu stopped.
Yunho moaned in protest, arching his hips off the bed. The moan changed to one of agony as Junsu met his thrust with hips. Their erections slid together. And then Junsu was kissing him again, twisting nipples, frotting, and Yunho’s head went light. He tried to bend his knees, lift his legs to wrap around Junsu, but Junsu wrapped their legs together, keeping him down. He cried out, something that sounded like Junsu’s name, as a firm hand wrapped around both of their cocks.
On the third stroke, he screamed, blackness dotted with white, and by the fifth, he was incoherent, mouth open in an agonized cry as he came, splattering skin and hands and cocks. He whimpered, trying to catch his breath, as Junsu continued to stroke his sensitive cock.
Junsu came, only an exhale of breath accompanied the second warm splash on Yunho’s stomach, and then they were kissing again, lazy, yet still desperate. The black never left Yunho’s mind, sated finally and content.
Junsu broke away from the kiss, his shoulders rising with steady breaths.
Yunho knew he’d feel guilty tomorrow. Guilty for something or other. But at that moment he didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around his Junsu and let sleep take him.
Part 11: The Pabo
Part 9: The Press
Part 8: The Puppet
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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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 Yunho 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 10: The Persistence
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Jae asked.
Yunho froze. He looked at the ground and sighed. Jae moved in front of him, and buttoned up his dress shirt. Yunho lifted his head and stared at the ceiling. He didn’t want to see Jae, but needed him near. He hadn’t gone running, and barely ate a thing. Jae knew that something was bothering him, but he’d left Yunho alone last night.
Soft hands touched his cheeks, and Yunho met his eyes.
“The only thing that’s managed to upset you so much is Junsu. Tell me what happened.”
Yunho shut his eyes. “Bi gave me a contract.”
“Why aren’t you happy?”
“Because I refused it.”
“Why?”
Yunho slid his hands around Jae’s waist and pulled their bodies together. “He threw in a stipulation that you would have to go to him once a month. And Jae, I don’t care if you would have agreed to it. I don’t. I won’t do that. Not to you. Not just for Junsu.”
Jae opened his mouth to protest, and then shut it with a glare.
“What?”
“You’re a stupid, stupid man.”
Yunho smiled. “Why?”
“Because … you gave him up for-”
Yunho kissed him. “It’s not worth it. Seeing you damaged and bruised.”
Jae punched him on the shoulder, just once, but Yunho winced.
“Call him. Tell him you’ll sign it.”
“No.”
“J-just do it, Yunho. It’s only once a month, and it’s-”
“No.”
“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Jae broke away from him and left the room.
Yunho sighed and finished getting dressed for work.
~}|{~
Yoona’s smile was forced when he greeted her.
“More good news?” Yunho said.
“Senator Bi and his lawyer are in your office.”
Yunho shook his head and let out a breath of disbelief. “Don’t worry. You’ll still get a raise.”
He opened the door. The two men stood. Yunho swallowed when he saw Junsu kneeling on the floor next to their chairs.
“Gentleman, what can I do for you?”
“You can sign this,” Bi said, throwing the contract on his desk.
“Is it different from yesterday?” Yunho asked as he sat down.
“No.”
“Then I’m not signing it.”
“Why?”
“Because I do not agree with Clause Twenty-five. I still haven’t been able to use Hero properly because of the beating you gave him on Saturday night. I am not allowing you to do that to him once a month.”
“He’s fine.”
“No, he’s not. I expect perfection from him.”
“Okay. I’ll take that clause out if you tell me why you were at the press conference on Monday.”
Yunho narrowed his eyes. “Personal curiosity.”
“Bull shit. Your slave is Doushiten. A noble, too, based on the tattoo on his back.”
“A noble?” Yunho said with a smirk. “Good. At least I have a slave worthy of my status.”
“You’re lying.”
“About what?”
“Something. I can smell it.”
Yunho brought his arm up to his nose and sniffed. “I smell cologne.”
“You better not be planning anything. And watch who you hang out with. I know you’re going to Choi Siwon’s today.”
“Is it against the law to hang out with old friends? I’ve been out of society for long enough. I sort of miss it.”
Bi scoffed. “Sure. Sign this.”
“No. I know you added that clause because you’re not used to people reading contracts, but after doing business with me for so long, you should know I never sign anything unless I read it.”
“And what if I remove that business unless you sign it as is?”
Yunho scoffed. “You’re stooping to extortion, for one night a month for a slave? That’s pretty desperate.”
Bi smirked. “Fine. I guess after doing business with me for so long, you think you know me.”
“I’d like to think so.”
“As it turns out, I already have plans to purchase a new slave. One more fulfilling than this one.” Bi yanked on the leash around Junsu’s neck. “And I can’t until I’ve gotten rid of this one.”
“You take out clause twenty-five, let me read it one more time, and I’ll sign it.”
Bi’s nodded curtly to his lawyer. Seven pulled out a markers and drew a thick line through clause twenty-five.
Yunho re-read the papers, carefully, not skimming over anything, looking for any underhanded and tricky wording. Hand shaking, he signed his name. And then Bi signed, and his lawyer.
Yunho took the contract before Seven could. He hit a button on his phone and called Yoona in.
“Yes, sir?”
“Make a copy of these for me, please.”
Yoona bowed and took the papers.
Bi glared at him.
“No, I don’t trust you,” Yunho said bluntly.
“Whatever you’re planning, whatever your ideas, you will get no help from me.”
“That is fine by me.”
Bi stood up and headed for the door, dragging Junsu after him.
“Senator,” Yunho called, and he stopped. “I do believe that is mine now.”
Bi looked down at Junsu, and then sneered. He dropped the leash and left the office. Seven waited until Yoona brought the copies back. Yunho doubled checked the originals, and then handed them to Seven.
“Your account will be charged as soon as I get back to my office,” Seven said.
“Good. The sooner, the better.”
Seven left the office.
Yunho rose from his desk, walked to the door, and said, “Yoona, don’t let anyone bother me until I say so, okay?”
“Of course, Yunho.”
He slammed the door and locked it. He fell to his knees, gathered Junsu’s shuddering body against him. His hands shook as he unclasped the leash and shoved it away from him.
“Are you okay?” Yunho whispered.
Junsu didn’t reply.
Yunho put his hands on his cheeks and met Junsu’s eyes. Junsu was crying. Tears pricked the corners of Yunho’s eyes.
He asked again.
Junsu nodded.
“Are you sure?”
Another nod. “I’m okay,” he whispered.
Yunho hugged him again. “Good. Are you hungry?”
“Always.”
Yunho shook his head. “Stupid bastard. I want to go home now, but I have a really important meeting at one. And Yoona will kill me if I try to reschedule again.”
Yunho stood and lifted Junsu to his feet. “God … I-”
Junsu tried to smile and then dropped his eyes.
“We’ll talk later, okay?”
Junsu nodded.
“Have a seat,” Yunho said and gestured to the couch. He went to his desk, hit a button and told Yoona to order some lunch. He stared at Junsu for a minute. He walked to a cabinet across the room and opened some drawers. He knew he had some-
Aha.
He pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “I knew I had some spare clothes. Here.” He handed them to Junsu.
“Thank you, mas-Yunho.”
Yunho took a deep breath and managed to keep tears from falling. His Junsu.
~}|{~
“Jae!” Yunho shouted through the house. Junsu followed quietly behind him.
Jae appeared from the hallway. Yunho picked him up and spun him in a circle before setting him back down and kissing him hard. Jae’s eyes widened, but he managed to wrap his arms around him.
“What are you-Oh.” Jae’s eyes slid past Yunho to Junsu still at the door.
Junsu had his head down, hands grasped in front of him.
“Bi took out the clause. He already had another slave practically purchased so it wasn’t hard to get him to take it out, but he did and-fuck.”
Yunho kissed him again.
Jae didn’t kiss him back, but pushed him away by the shoulders.
“Jae?”
Jae rolled his eyes and walked by him. “Hi,” he said to Junsu. “Since Yunho seems to be incapable of proper manners, I’ll introduce myself. My name is Jaejoong.”
Junsu’s eyes flicked up to Jae’s, and then he quietly whispered, “Junsu.”
Jae nodded. “Are you hungry? I was about to make dinner.”
“No, thank you. I ate at mas-Yunho’s office.”
Jae turned to Yunho. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Yunho knew something was wrong. Something, but why was Jae acting like this now? Earlier he was ready to give himself to Bi in order for Yunho to have Junsu, and now that he had him, why was … why did Jae seem upset?
“Jae?” Yunho said and grabbed his arm.
Jae met his eyes. Carefully blank.
“What’s wrong?”
“Please let me go,” Jae whispered, and Yunho did immediately. Jae went into the kitchen. Yunho turned confused eyes to Junsu, but Junsu was still looking at the ground.
Well, if he learned anything from Jae, it was better to let him calm down, and then try to talk to him later.
“Let me show you around the house,” Yunho said to Junsu.
~}|{~
A few hours later, Yunho pulled up to the front of Siwon’s building. Jae had been quiet through the rest of the evening. When they had changed clothes for the party, Yunho tried to talk to Jae, but he kept his lips pressed tight. In the car on the way, Jae stared out the window. Before Yunho climbed out of the car, he touched Jae’s arm.
“I know something is bothering you,” Yunho whispered. “I want you to tell me. When you’re ready to tell me. Okay?”
Jae swallowed and nodded.
They got out of the car, and Yunho handed his keys to a valet.
“Jung Yunho-shi, a pleasure to have you here,” the doorman said.
“Thank you.”
Jae’s hand clutched the back of Yunho’s sport jacket as they went inside, but once they were in the elevator, Jae put space between them. Yunho studied him with worry. Well, it started out as worry.
Jae wore a pair of gray jeans, faded in places, and a deep red button down shirt. It was open enough to show the top of the white tank underneath it.
Yunho stepped close to him, ignored Jae’s body stiffening, and lifted his face for a kiss.
“I know I’ve said this four times tonight, but you look really good.”
Jae smiled, but Yunho could tell it was forced. The elevator dinged open. Yunho led the way down the hall. A host stood outside of Siwon’s door and opened it with a bow. Music blared out of the apartment. The door shut behind them. They removed their shoes, and Yunho hung his sport coat up in the hall.
“Yunho!” A slightly drunk Donghae was suddenly clinging to his waist. “You came! Siwon said you might and oh my god, you’re so fucking hot. Fuck me tonight, please?”
Someone pried Donghae’s arms away from him.
“Sorry, Yunho-shi,” he said with a smile. “My name is Eunhyuk, I’m supposedly Donghae’s boyfriend, but he’s a little …”
“Eager?” Yunho supplied.
Eunhyuk smiled. “I was going to say slutty, but eager works.”
Donghae cuddled up to the other. “Aw, Hyukkie-baby, try to talk him into it. Please. He’s gorgeous.” Donghae’s eyes went wide. “We can have a threesome!”
Yunho laughed. “No way, Donghae.”
Donghae pouted.
“You’ll have to settle for me,” Eunhyuk said.
Donghae smacked his shoulder. “Don’t say that, Hyukkie. I love you.”
“And that’s why you’re throwing yourself at someone else.”
“Yunho,” and Yunho turned to Angel. “Glad you could come. I see you’ve been molested by Donghae already.”
Yunho smiled. “Yep. Time to go home, I guess.”
Angel laughed and then said hello to Jaejoong in Doushiten.
Yunho’s eyes scanned the room. He recognized almost half of the people (there were about thirty of them). In a far corner, he picked out Siwon. Someone (and based on the ponytail, Yunho figured it was Heechul) straddled his lap, and there was another man kissing his neck.
The other man suddenly lifted his head. It wasn’t someone that Yunho knew. His hair was ice blond, like Jaejoong’s, but his face rounder, more masculine. There was no denying his good looks though.
“Hangeng?” Jae’s voice suddenly shouted, and Jae moved by Yunho, releasing the hold on his shirt.
A few steps toward the trio, and then Hangeng’s eyes slid beyond Heechul. His smile fell, replaced by an open look of shock, and then he was up running across the room, and met Jae half way. Jae took the other’s face in his hands. They were both crying.
“I take it he’s Doushiten,” Yunho said to Angel.
“Yep.”
And then another, and another, and another joined their hug and soon, there were eight or nine people in the middle of the room, and they stumbled and landed in a pile, laughing and crying and talking too fast for Yunho to understand. He picked up on one word though.
“What does ‘wangzahnim’ mean?”
“Prince,” Angel replied.
“Wow.”
“Told you he was noble.”
Finally, Jae managed to calm them all down, and get them to their feet. He hugged Hangeng to him, eyes still wet with tears, and then Hangeng pulled him to Heechul and Siwon.
“You better get over there, or Heechul’s going to be feeling up your Doushiten in about three seconds.”
Yunho smiled and crossed the room.
Hangeng was introducing Jaejoong to Heechul and Siwon in broken ShinKi. And then Jae saw him, and smiled and grabbed Yunho’s arm, and said, “This is Hangeng, my best friend from Doushite. Hangeng this is Yunho.” He repeated the introduction in Doushiten.
And Hangeng hugged him. “You’re helping my Joongie, thank you. Thank you. He was dead.”
Heechul pulled Hangeng away, and said something in Doushite that Yunho missed.
“Sorry,” Hangeng said in Doushiten. He, Jaejoong and a few other Doushitens sat off to the side, and Yunho joined Siwon and Heechul on the couch.
“So who is that?” Yunho asked Heechul. “I couldn’t help but notice he had his lips attached to your fiancé.”
Siwon smiled. “Geng is another prince from the Han family of Doushite. He and Jaejoong practically grew up together. Geng isn’t a First Son, like Jaejoong, but he was sent to Jae’s family to study. He volunteered to come here as an official historian, but he was sold almost as soon as the ship landed. He escaped, and was lucky enough to run into Heechul before he ran into anyone else.”
“And the attached lips thing?”
Heechul answered him with a shrug. “We like him. He likes us. And the best part is that he doesn’t talk much, unlike you.” Heechul gave him a pointed look. “His mouth is put to better uses.”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “I now understand when you came to my office you said your name was Han ChulWon.”
Siwon smiled and nuzzled at Heechul’s neck.
“God, your Doushiten is gorgeous,” Heechul said, eyes still on Jaejoong.
“I know.”
“You hit it yet?”
Yunho slugged him. “No.”
Heechul curled into Siwon and laughed. “Oh, what’s the matter Yunho? Can’t get it up in your old age?”
“You’re older than I am, fucker.”
“Wait,” Siwon said with wide eyes. “You haven’t had sex with him yet?”
“No. God, why is this such a big deal?”
“Have you seen Jaejoong?” Heechul demanded.
Yunho looked over at him and smiled. “Yes. I have, but right now, his body is covered with bruises from Bi, and I don’t care what that stubborn beauty says, Bi bruised his ribs badly. He’s still recovering.”
“What about Junsu?” Heechul asked.
Yunho’s smile widened. “He’s mine. He’s at home sleeping at the moment.”
“What?” Siwon asked.
Heechul started explaining, and then someone tugged on Yunho’s arm with a shout of his name.
“Youngwoon!” Yunho shouted and stood up to hug him. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
The other man winced. “Youngwoon is. My name is Kangin.”
“God, what the fuck is up with all my friends dying?”
Kangin laughed and slapped him on the back a few times. “We have to when the government gets too close.”
“Kangin,” Angel snapped.
And Kangin looked sheepish for a moment.
Yunho turned to Angel with a glare. “Do we talk now or later?”
“What’s to talk about?”
“What I expect from this.”
Angel smirked. “You want money?”
“No. I want information.”
“You have that.”
“I want more information. I don’t want to be left in the dark anymore. I want to know what’s going on. I refuse to be your political figurehead. If you’re not honest with me, or if I feel like you’re holding out, friendships be damned, I’m done. I’m not going to be your little lackey in some political agenda, Angel. That’s why I left my family.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed. Heechul started inspecting his nails. Siwon and Kangin had their faces carefully blank.
“You have enough, don’t you?”
Yunho smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. “Enough? Enough what exactly? To do as you say, go where you say to go, say what you want me to say? To be what you want me to be in this little revolution of yours? I owe you no gratitude or allegiance.”
“You owe me your life.”
“How do you figure that?”
“I could have sent out the word to kill you the day you came looking for me.”
Yunho scoffed. “Give me a break. That was more for you than me. If my body had been found, there would have been a huge investigation.”
Heechul cut back a laugh.
Yunho spared him a glance. “Government officials would have been all over the place. You let me live more for you than for me.”
“And?”
Yunho shook his head. “This is ridiculous. What makes you think you can make a difference?”
“I can’t.”
“Oh, and I guess I can? Is that what Siwon is for, too? Just wait until we’re in power, and then we change everything? Do know anything about the corruption in the government? One of the reasons why I left is because they were trying to mold me to their way of thinking. Trying to make everything seem okay until it was too late and I had to do as they said. I don’t know if my father has a conscience or not, but he didn’t leave. He was hooked into it. I don’t know how much of what he spouts he actually believes, but if I go back, and be the good little son, then that counteracts any good I can do by being associated with you. The ties are too deep, the alliances too strong.”
“Are you through?” Angel asked.
“Fuck this,” Yunho said. When he turned around, Angel grabbed his elbow. He glared at it, and then met Angel’s eyes.
“What about Jaejoong?”
“What about him?” Yunho asked.
“Heechul said that Bi recognized him as Doushiten. He’s in danger being with you. Besides, he has friends here. Countrymen. Those in the same plight as him.”
Yunho laughed harshly. “And? You didn’t even tell them he was alive, and now you’re trying to use him as leverage? Look, if he wants to stay with you, then he can. I’m not his master.”
Heechul spoke up then, “Come on, Angel, stop arguing with him. You’re totally making me sober and that is not fair. You know he’s right anyway.”
It seemed that broke the stalemate between them. Kangin flung an arm around Leeteuk’s shoulder. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you a drink.”
As soon as they were out of earshot, Heechul giggled and said, “I was waiting for you to say ‘this isn’t over’ to him. God, you two are intense. Angel hates having his authority questioned. You need a drink.”
“No, I’m driving.”
A cool hand entwined with his and lips pressed against his cheek.
“You alright?” Jae asked.
Yunho leaned into the kiss. “Yes. Angel’s being a bastard.”
Jae smiled. “Come on. We’re going to give you a Doushite lesson.”
More giggles from Heechul and then he frowned, “Does that mean you’re going to take Geng from us?”
Jae laughed. “Only for a little while.”
~}|{~
They arrived home well into the early morning hours. Jae was stumbling, having succumbed to Geng pressing drinks into his hands. And he kept giggling.
Giggly drunk Jaejoong was beyond adorable.
Yunho settled him into bed. He unbuttoned Jae’s shirt and slid it over Jae’s shoulders.
Jae moaned and tried to steal a kiss.
Yunho smiled and leaned away. “You need to sleep.” Yunho unbuttoned Jae’s jeans and tugged them off, leaving him in a tank and boxers and socks. His breath sped up, staring at all that muscle. It took all of his will power to keep his hands to himself.
“Good night kiss,” Jae said with a pout.
Yunho indulged him, meaning to make it sweet, but Jae grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to the bed, tongue reaching down his throat. Yunho moaned, but stopped the kiss.
Jae pouted again. “Yunnie.”
“You’re drunk.”
“So? I feel happy. And I want you.” His lashes lowered in what Yunho was sure was supposed to be a sexy look, but tipsy as he was, it came across as goofy.
Yunho laughed. “I want you, too, but not drunk.”
“Aren’t I gorgeous though, Yunho? Heechul said I was gorgeous.”
“You are gorgeous, but you’ll be gorgeous tomorrow when you’re sober.”
“You’re gorgeous, Yunho. Did you know that?”
“Yes.”
Jae giggled. “Arrogant.”
Yunho sat up. “Go to sleep, Jaejoong. I’m going to go check on Junsu.” Yunho undressed and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. Jae’s breathing had steadied, so Yunho figured he’d fallen asleep. But as he opened the door, Jae’s voice floated to him. It was mumbled and quiet, but Yunho understood.
“D’you love Junsu more than me?”
Yunho didn’t answer, but left the room and shut the door. He leaned against it, eyes shut, thinking about that question. Did he need to answer it? Did he love Jaejoong like he loved Junsu? And did he even love Junsu? He loved who Junsu used to be, but Junsu was different now. If he did love them both, did he need to love one more than the other?
He entered the other room slowly (Jaejoong’s room, Junsu’s room). It was dark, but almost instantly, Yunho knew Junsu wasn’t asleep. He let his eyes grow accustomed to the bit of light coming from the window. Junsu was sitting up against the headboard, knees curled to his chest, head resting on his knees.
“Hey,” Yunho whispered. “You okay?”
“I guess.”
Yunho crawled up on the bed and sat beside him. Junsu leaned toward him, and Yunho put an arm around his shoulders.
“Have you slept at all?”
Junsu shrugged.
“You need to sleep, SuSu.”
He made a noise of pain. When he tried to pull away, Yunho held him more tightly.
“Su?”
“You-you, you’re not supposed to be-” And then he broke off with a cry.
Yunho said his name again, laced with worry.
“Don’t call me that,” he shouted. “Don’t, it’s-I’m not …”
Yunho pried Junsu’s hands away from the death grip he had on his knees. Junsu fought against him.
“Calm down, please, Su. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Why, Yunho? Why?”
“Why what?”
Junsu’s whole body deflated, and he fell into Yunho, still crying. “Why did you buy me when you have him?”
Yunho took a deep breath. “I told you before. I’ve been looking for you for seven years. I wasn’t going to just ignore the fact that I finally knew where you were.”
“Do you still love me?”
“Of course.”
“Do you love him?”
The affirmation stuck on his tongue. Instead he made Junsu look at him. Before Yunho could say anything, Junsu kissed him, hard deep needy. Yunho’s eyes rolled back, arms encircling Junsu, laying them on the bed. Junsu moaned as they shifted.
You should not be doing this.
But then Junsu moved, just a tiny bit, rubbing his hip against Yunho’s groin.
“Fuck,” Yunho whispered.
All the sexual tension, need, irritation with controlling himself hit a frenzied peak as Junsu’s mouth moved down his neck. Shaking fingers twisted his nipples. Yunho held his hips, jerking up into Junsu’s body with a cry. Lips and tongue replaced fingers on his chest. Teeth bit down his skin to his stomach. Yunho’s hands clutched into Junsu’s hair as his tongue swirled around his belly button. Fingers, no longer shaking, wrapped around his clothed erection and stroked.
“Su, don’t-“ Yunho broke off with a cry as once again mouth replaced fingers. His back arched, he flung hand above his head and gripped the headboard. Junsu yanked his clothes off with an angry noise and then took Yunho down his throat. He cried out again, smacking his head on the headboard with each press down Junsu’s throat.
“Fuck, Su, fuck, stop.” Yunho’s whimpers turned to groans. Junsu ignored him. Need circled and waved through Yunho as Junsu continued his ministrations.
And then Junsu stopped.
Yunho moaned in protest, arching his hips off the bed. The moan changed to one of agony as Junsu met his thrust with hips. Their erections slid together. And then Junsu was kissing him again, twisting nipples, frotting, and Yunho’s head went light. He tried to bend his knees, lift his legs to wrap around Junsu, but Junsu wrapped their legs together, keeping him down. He cried out, something that sounded like Junsu’s name, as a firm hand wrapped around both of their cocks.
On the third stroke, he screamed, blackness dotted with white, and by the fifth, he was incoherent, mouth open in an agonized cry as he came, splattering skin and hands and cocks. He whimpered, trying to catch his breath, as Junsu continued to stroke his sensitive cock.
Junsu came, only an exhale of breath accompanied the second warm splash on Yunho’s stomach, and then they were kissing again, lazy, yet still desperate. The black never left Yunho’s mind, sated finally and content.
Junsu broke away from the kiss, his shoulders rising with steady breaths.
Yunho knew he’d feel guilty tomorrow. Guilty for something or other. But at that moment he didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around his Junsu and let sleep take him.
Part 11: The Pabo
Part 9: The Press
Part 8: The Puppet
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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