Rising Creatures of the East 30/?
Title: Rising Creatures of the East 30/???
Rating: Chapters will range from PG - NC-17
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong (other pairings of other characters as well
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd tie them to the wall and use their skin as my paper. Can you imagine? Writing fanfics on Jaejoong's abs???
Warnings: AU, Fantasy
Summary: What do you get when you cross an elf, a vampire, a faerie, a zombie and a werewolf? A singing goup? No way!
A/N: This fic will contain members of other groups like Super Junior, Arashi, NEWS and other K-Pop, J-Rock bands. This fic also contains members from OneTVXQ forums.
This is a creature fic. The DBSK boys are
Jaejoong - Faerie
Yunho - Werewolf
Yoochun - Vampire
Junsu - Elf
Changmin - Zombie
Chapter 30:
Yoochun sat, at his keyboard, a cup of coffee in his hand. Junsu was sleeping, recovering from the feeding Yoochun had needed after his meeting with Daniela. He put on his headphones and started playing random notes, a melody that soon wrapped up in his emotions and formed angry strains and sad overtures.
You can hate us all you want
You can fight us if you dare
It doesn’t matter because
We’re not going anywhere.
The lyrics ran through his head over and over, and he pounded angry refrains into it, but he didn’t write them down, because he didn’t know if it were true.
What if they couldn’t stay together? What was going to happen to them now?
This group had been a failure from the start.
He had too many personal problems, Yunho was a mess, Jaejoong was dying, Changmin and Junsu were doing their best to hold them all together. But how could they, when there was so much hate and so much anger hurled at them?
Words mean shit, Powers draw blood
But we’re stronger together
Fuck your insults, kiss my ass
we’re together forever
It’d taken him so long to get the courage to try out at SME. He hadn’t thought his voice good enough, or his song writing perfect enough. It’d been one of the few times he’d contacted Yamapi, and Yamapi had told him to go for it. “Fuck, Yoochun, immortality means you don’t have to be afraid to try new things. If this doesn’t work out for you, then you do something else.”
Yamapi had been right, and Yoochun had almost felt human again. Human fear, human insecurities. These things never left you, no matter who you were.
With a sigh, Yoochun grabbed a pencil and wrote down the lyrics. He’d never forgive himself if he forgot them. He could use it in something. As soon as he started writing, he kept writing.
Fighting won’t solve anything
Cooperation is for real
But fighting is always easier
And frustration is what we feel
We’ll be friends because you’re different
We will love because we love
We know the pain and anguish
We know it’s gonna be rough, but
We won’t hate because you’re different
We won’t hurt because we hurt
we know the pain and anguish
But we’re trying to make this work.
It wasn’t perfect, but he’d play around with it a bit. He spun in his seat and watched Junsu sleep. Love: that was another thing that never left you, no matter who you were. All creatures felt love.
Very carefully, Yoochun reached out to Yamapi. The other vampire was sleeping, but he could feel Jun running a soft hand over his back. He switched people.
Jun immediately tried to kick him out.
Calm down, Yoochun said.
What the fuck do you want?
I’ve been called before the Counsel. I’d like the Demons at my back.
Jun was quiet. When?
Tonight.
Wow. Short notice.
I know. Daniela told me right before dawn.
I guess they know about your power.
Miyavi felt a power shift, but that’s all I know.
Jun sighed. What do I get out of this?
Clan members.
What?
I have nine clan members I can’t take care of, Yoochun let him see the newbies.
Fuck. Stupid dumb bitch Lexy.
Tell me about it. She had vampires less than fifty years old trying to turn humans into rogues. I’m surprised there aren’t more newbies.
And you won’t do a power transfer?
No way. You’d take over the Counsel as soon as you could.
Do you really think you’re that powerful?
It’s not about abilities, it’s about attitude and you know it. I couldn’t take over the Counsel because I don’t want to. You want to.
That’s not necessarily a bad thing.
Yoochun scoffed, and he felt Jun smile.
Okay, so I go with you for …
Moral support.
Jun snorted. You’re such an emotional creature, Yoochun. Do you ever think you’ll grow out of it?
I hope not. You come and support me, collaborate my story about Lexy’s death, and then you get clan members. Of course, it has to be approved by Miyavi because only he can transfer them without a full power transfer.
So in other words, you get what you want, and I just have to wait and see?
If he doesn’t, then I’m still indebted to you. I haven’t forgotten that you helped me, Jun. And I won’t forget that. Ever.
Silence. And then Yoochun grinned.
What?
Are you really debating having a powerful vampire in your debt? Or should I say, even more in your debt, since I already owe you for helping with Lexy?
Jun sighed. Sometimes I hate you.
Same here.
Fine. I’ll do it. What time?
Daniela didn’t say. I’ll call her and let you know.
Okay. Until then.
Yoochun let Jun kick him out of his head.
Arms wrapped around his neck.
“You were smiling,” Junsu whispered and kissed his shoulder.
“Talking to Jun. He and the Demons are going to come to the Counsel with me.”
“Good.” And then Junsu frowned.
“What?”
“I’m not sure if I’m more worried now, or relieved that you have some backup.”
Yoochun laughed. “Don’t worry. You don’t start shit at the Counsel. If you do, Miyavi jumps into your head and makes your heart and brain explode.”
Junsu shivered. “He can do that?”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. He’s … two thousand years old. I think. Maybe twenty five hundred. Something like that. If you ask him, he can tell you all about his buddy Jesus and who he really was.”
Junsu laughed. “Are you serious? That’s crazy.”
Yoochun stood up and walked Junsu backwards until his knees hit the bed and they both fell. Yoochun licked up Junsu’s neck to the bruise around two fang marks.
“You didn’t heal it,” Yoochun whispered.
“I like it.”
“I know, but-“
“I always heal them before I leave the room.”
Yoochun kissed his lips, chaste, slowly, and Junsu whimpered when Yoochun refused to speed up.
“I need to talk to you about something,” Yoochun said. “It’s been bothering me all morning.”
Junsu propped up on his elbows as Yoochun moved off him and further up on the bed. “Why am I suddenly scared?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Don’t be. It’s just … well, I’m having drama, and now Jaejoong is having drama, we all know Yunho’s story, but what’s yours? Why are you here? And am I going to have to threaten some elves soon if they start picking on you?”
Junsu smiled and climbed over him, settling with his legs straddling Yoochun’s waist. “I was banished from my tribe a long time ago,” he said. “Elves are incredibly moral creatures, and being gay is not moral. The only one I still talk to is my twin, but only because he risks his status in the tribe to talk to me. We meet every six months or so. Beyond the typical racist hate bullshit, I don’t think you have to worry.”
“But you’re still allowed at the nature preserve?”
Junsu nodded. “Only thing the human government has done that I like. It’s illegal to keep me out, because if I don’t go, then I could die, and if I die because my tribe keeps me out, then my death is their fault and they can be prosecuted for it. I’m not welcome when I go, but I have my own private room, so it’s not a big deal. I’ve been dealing with it for twenty years.”
“You told me you’d been in love once. With who?”
“Love doesn’t count when you’re only seventeen,” Junsu replied.
“That’s the best kind of love. Before you’re disillusioned, before you’re cynical, before you’re-“
Junsu sat up and crossed his arms. “And what about this kind of love?”
Yoochun laid his hands on Junsu’s hips. “Surreal. Perfect. Amazing.”
Junsu scoffed.
“I love you,” Yoochun said
“And how many people have you been in love with?”
“Four. Tsuki, Daniela, Yamapi and you. But with you it’s different, Su. Yes, I still love Yamapi, I always will, but there’s a fierceness in my feelings for you. More than just possession. More than just desire. I can’t explain it, but I can try to let you feel it.”
And Yoochun opened his heart. That’s the only way he could think of to describe it. Junsu gasped when the wave of feelings hit him. It was … too much, so much. He fell over Yoochun, demanding a kiss with his lips. Yoochun found the answering love in Junsu’s mind and heart. It was there, just as strong, and Yoochun pulled at it, wrapped himself around it, until their feelings were meshed. Junsu’s eyes fluttered and his breath grew short, and then Yoochun wrapped the feeling around the lust flying through both of their bodies.
Junsu threw his head back and cried out. He jerked his hips forward, riding Yoochun cloth-covered erection. His nails dug into Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun reached down and grabbed Junsu’s erection, stroking him roughly. He released the feelings, a mixture of both of them going into each body.
And Junsu came, arching come high over Yoochun’s chest. He collapsed, breath harsh. Yoochun chuckled, and wrapped his arms around Junsu’s shuddering body.
“God,” Junsu said as soon as he could. It felt like he’d just run fifty miles.
Yoochun smiled and kissed his nose. “Forever, Su. I mean it.”
Junsu nodded, content to let his vampire hold him as his tired body succumbed to exhaustion.
v-v
Yunho’s cell vibrated. He snatched it up. A single text from an unknown number: I got him. We’ll be there in ten.
He growled, and looked back at Jae’s shuddering body. He’d spent the last few hours watching as light ricocheted around the shield and in and out of Jae’s prone form.
“Hyung, you need to eat,” Changmin said from the door.
“Ueda’s on his way with Heechul. I’ll eat later.”
“Okay.”
A few minutes passed, and then the front door opened, and angry shouts came down the hall. Ueda flung Heechul into the room before him, and Heechul just caught himself on the wall.
“Fix it, now.” Ueda said.
There was a light stream around Heechul’s neck, like a leash.
“No. He deserves it.”
“Damn it, Heechul. If you don’t fix it, and promise to leave him alone, I have no choice but to take you to the Gods and have you clipped. This is inexcusable.”
Changmin scoffed. “The Gods?”
“It’s what we call our government.”
“And I didn’t think you guys could get any more arrogant,” Changmin said.
The light around Heechul’s neck tightened.
“Look, Heechul. You attacked a Wing Class Faerie, and as far as I can tell, he threw no magic at you, just tried to defend himself. You’re lucky he’s not dead because if he were dead, you’d lose your wings.”
“I know the laws,” Heechul said with a smirk, “but even the Gods are going to take my side on this. He’s a traitor. And so are you and Hongki and now I see you have Taemin in your-“
The light tightened again, and Heechul choked.
Yunho put a hand on Ueda’s shoulder. “May I?”
Ueda grinned. “Sure. I have his magic leashed.”
Yunho grabbed Heechul’s neck with one hand and threw him up against the wall and held him there. “You heal him. Because if he dies, you’re the one I’m coming after. And I won’t be nice about it. You won’t just lose your wings, but I’ll disfigure you to the point that your magic can’t fix it, and you won’t even be able to look at yourself in the mirror. I know you don’t understand love, Heechul, but I love him, more than I have ever loved anyone in my life. I’m already keeping my claws at bay because all I want to do right now it rip your throat out for hurting him, but only you can heal him.”
Yunho dropped him.
Heechul fell to the ground, hand at his throat. “Fuck you all. He can die.”
Yunho growled and lunged at him, but Changmin grabbed him around the stomach.
“Don’t, hyung. Let me …” And Changmin smirked, wicked, and turned to Heechul still on the ground.
Changmin very slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “You probably don’t know this, Heechul, but where a zombie was first bitten is where he never heals. I can eat all the food I want, but this one place will always be gross, decaying flesh. Sort of a reminder of who I am. Look at it.”
Ueda yanked the light stream and forced Heechul’s head up. At Changmin’s hip, there was a spot about the size of a hand that was festering and green.
Heechul made a face and tried to back away from him.
Changmin reached down and scooped up a handful of the flesh.
Heechul started struggling. “You fucking-don’t you fucking dare!”
Changmin’s smirk widened. He held the flesh over Heechul’s head. A little piece plopped into his hair.
Heechul screamed and fought against the magical binding.
“Heal him,” Changmin said, “or I smear this in your hair and on your face and …”
“Okay, okay okay, fuck. I’ll do it. Just… god, keep the zombie away from me!”
Changmin smiled and stepped back. He kept the flesh in his hand. Ueda pulled Heechul to his feet.
“You hurt him again and I’ll let Changmin at you first before I kill you,” Yunho said, a growl in his voice.
Heechul snarled at them both.
Ueda dropped the magic from the orb around Jae and then from Heechul’s control. Heechul was muttering under his breath, but he raised his hands and sent a steady stream of light at Jaejoong.
Yunho held his breath, but Ueda wasn’t panicking, so whatever Heechul was doing was what he was supposed to do.
At first, the light did the same as it had before, just disappeared, but then after a few moments, it seeped into Jae’s body, under his skin. Jae gasped, back arching, and then he fell to the bed. Still. His back rose with a shuddering breath.
In the next moment, the leash was again around Heechul’s neck.
“You touch him again, Hee,” Ueda said, “and loyalties be damned, I will take you to the Gods. Now come on. I’m sure they want you out of their sight.”
“Okay, but god, get it out of my hair, my hair, get it out, out. Please, please. Get it out. I can smell it. It’s-“
He started leading him out. “I’ll be back,” Ueda said over Heechul’s mutterings.
Yunho smiled and then hugged Changmin tightly. “Thanks, Min.”
“No problem. Go for the weaknesses.”
Jae gasped, and Yunho was at his side in a heartbeat. Jae’s eyes fluttered open.
“Yunnie?”
“Hey, love.”
“Why do I feel like I’m barbecued?”
“It’s a long story. Don’t roll on your back. Your wings need to heel. Here, drink this.” Yunho held out the light-fused water. Jae’s lips closed around the straw and he took a few swallows. He coughed, and then slurped it down.
“Love you, Yunnie,” Jae muttered, and then fell back asleep.
Yunho leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I love you, too, Joongie.”
Chapter 31: Tell Yamapi that if touches you, I'm going to kill him.
Chapter 29: Heechul really did a number on him.
Chapter 28: I'm tired of your vampire shit.
Chapter 27: The thought of leaving Junsu made his heart ache.
Chapter 26: I shouldn’t have ever let it go.
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Rating: Chapters will range from PG - NC-17
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, Yunho/Jaejoong (other pairings of other characters as well
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd tie them to the wall and use their skin as my paper. Can you imagine? Writing fanfics on Jaejoong's abs???
Warnings: AU, Fantasy
Summary: What do you get when you cross an elf, a vampire, a faerie, a zombie and a werewolf? A singing goup? No way!
A/N: This fic will contain members of other groups like Super Junior, Arashi, NEWS and other K-Pop, J-Rock bands. This fic also contains members from OneTVXQ forums.
This is a creature fic. The DBSK boys are
Jaejoong - Faerie
Yunho - Werewolf
Yoochun - Vampire
Junsu - Elf
Changmin - Zombie
Chapter 30:
Yoochun sat, at his keyboard, a cup of coffee in his hand. Junsu was sleeping, recovering from the feeding Yoochun had needed after his meeting with Daniela. He put on his headphones and started playing random notes, a melody that soon wrapped up in his emotions and formed angry strains and sad overtures.
You can hate us all you want
You can fight us if you dare
It doesn’t matter because
We’re not going anywhere.
The lyrics ran through his head over and over, and he pounded angry refrains into it, but he didn’t write them down, because he didn’t know if it were true.
What if they couldn’t stay together? What was going to happen to them now?
This group had been a failure from the start.
He had too many personal problems, Yunho was a mess, Jaejoong was dying, Changmin and Junsu were doing their best to hold them all together. But how could they, when there was so much hate and so much anger hurled at them?
Words mean shit, Powers draw blood
But we’re stronger together
Fuck your insults, kiss my ass
we’re together forever
It’d taken him so long to get the courage to try out at SME. He hadn’t thought his voice good enough, or his song writing perfect enough. It’d been one of the few times he’d contacted Yamapi, and Yamapi had told him to go for it. “Fuck, Yoochun, immortality means you don’t have to be afraid to try new things. If this doesn’t work out for you, then you do something else.”
Yamapi had been right, and Yoochun had almost felt human again. Human fear, human insecurities. These things never left you, no matter who you were.
With a sigh, Yoochun grabbed a pencil and wrote down the lyrics. He’d never forgive himself if he forgot them. He could use it in something. As soon as he started writing, he kept writing.
Fighting won’t solve anything
Cooperation is for real
But fighting is always easier
And frustration is what we feel
We’ll be friends because you’re different
We will love because we love
We know the pain and anguish
We know it’s gonna be rough, but
We won’t hate because you’re different
We won’t hurt because we hurt
we know the pain and anguish
But we’re trying to make this work.
It wasn’t perfect, but he’d play around with it a bit. He spun in his seat and watched Junsu sleep. Love: that was another thing that never left you, no matter who you were. All creatures felt love.
Very carefully, Yoochun reached out to Yamapi. The other vampire was sleeping, but he could feel Jun running a soft hand over his back. He switched people.
Jun immediately tried to kick him out.
Calm down, Yoochun said.
What the fuck do you want?
I’ve been called before the Counsel. I’d like the Demons at my back.
Jun was quiet. When?
Tonight.
Wow. Short notice.
I know. Daniela told me right before dawn.
I guess they know about your power.
Miyavi felt a power shift, but that’s all I know.
Jun sighed. What do I get out of this?
Clan members.
What?
I have nine clan members I can’t take care of, Yoochun let him see the newbies.
Fuck. Stupid dumb bitch Lexy.
Tell me about it. She had vampires less than fifty years old trying to turn humans into rogues. I’m surprised there aren’t more newbies.
And you won’t do a power transfer?
No way. You’d take over the Counsel as soon as you could.
Do you really think you’re that powerful?
It’s not about abilities, it’s about attitude and you know it. I couldn’t take over the Counsel because I don’t want to. You want to.
That’s not necessarily a bad thing.
Yoochun scoffed, and he felt Jun smile.
Okay, so I go with you for …
Moral support.
Jun snorted. You’re such an emotional creature, Yoochun. Do you ever think you’ll grow out of it?
I hope not. You come and support me, collaborate my story about Lexy’s death, and then you get clan members. Of course, it has to be approved by Miyavi because only he can transfer them without a full power transfer.
So in other words, you get what you want, and I just have to wait and see?
If he doesn’t, then I’m still indebted to you. I haven’t forgotten that you helped me, Jun. And I won’t forget that. Ever.
Silence. And then Yoochun grinned.
What?
Are you really debating having a powerful vampire in your debt? Or should I say, even more in your debt, since I already owe you for helping with Lexy?
Jun sighed. Sometimes I hate you.
Same here.
Fine. I’ll do it. What time?
Daniela didn’t say. I’ll call her and let you know.
Okay. Until then.
Yoochun let Jun kick him out of his head.
Arms wrapped around his neck.
“You were smiling,” Junsu whispered and kissed his shoulder.
“Talking to Jun. He and the Demons are going to come to the Counsel with me.”
“Good.” And then Junsu frowned.
“What?”
“I’m not sure if I’m more worried now, or relieved that you have some backup.”
Yoochun laughed. “Don’t worry. You don’t start shit at the Counsel. If you do, Miyavi jumps into your head and makes your heart and brain explode.”
Junsu shivered. “He can do that?”
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah. He’s … two thousand years old. I think. Maybe twenty five hundred. Something like that. If you ask him, he can tell you all about his buddy Jesus and who he really was.”
Junsu laughed. “Are you serious? That’s crazy.”
Yoochun stood up and walked Junsu backwards until his knees hit the bed and they both fell. Yoochun licked up Junsu’s neck to the bruise around two fang marks.
“You didn’t heal it,” Yoochun whispered.
“I like it.”
“I know, but-“
“I always heal them before I leave the room.”
Yoochun kissed his lips, chaste, slowly, and Junsu whimpered when Yoochun refused to speed up.
“I need to talk to you about something,” Yoochun said. “It’s been bothering me all morning.”
Junsu propped up on his elbows as Yoochun moved off him and further up on the bed. “Why am I suddenly scared?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Don’t be. It’s just … well, I’m having drama, and now Jaejoong is having drama, we all know Yunho’s story, but what’s yours? Why are you here? And am I going to have to threaten some elves soon if they start picking on you?”
Junsu smiled and climbed over him, settling with his legs straddling Yoochun’s waist. “I was banished from my tribe a long time ago,” he said. “Elves are incredibly moral creatures, and being gay is not moral. The only one I still talk to is my twin, but only because he risks his status in the tribe to talk to me. We meet every six months or so. Beyond the typical racist hate bullshit, I don’t think you have to worry.”
“But you’re still allowed at the nature preserve?”
Junsu nodded. “Only thing the human government has done that I like. It’s illegal to keep me out, because if I don’t go, then I could die, and if I die because my tribe keeps me out, then my death is their fault and they can be prosecuted for it. I’m not welcome when I go, but I have my own private room, so it’s not a big deal. I’ve been dealing with it for twenty years.”
“You told me you’d been in love once. With who?”
“Love doesn’t count when you’re only seventeen,” Junsu replied.
“That’s the best kind of love. Before you’re disillusioned, before you’re cynical, before you’re-“
Junsu sat up and crossed his arms. “And what about this kind of love?”
Yoochun laid his hands on Junsu’s hips. “Surreal. Perfect. Amazing.”
Junsu scoffed.
“I love you,” Yoochun said
“And how many people have you been in love with?”
“Four. Tsuki, Daniela, Yamapi and you. But with you it’s different, Su. Yes, I still love Yamapi, I always will, but there’s a fierceness in my feelings for you. More than just possession. More than just desire. I can’t explain it, but I can try to let you feel it.”
And Yoochun opened his heart. That’s the only way he could think of to describe it. Junsu gasped when the wave of feelings hit him. It was … too much, so much. He fell over Yoochun, demanding a kiss with his lips. Yoochun found the answering love in Junsu’s mind and heart. It was there, just as strong, and Yoochun pulled at it, wrapped himself around it, until their feelings were meshed. Junsu’s eyes fluttered and his breath grew short, and then Yoochun wrapped the feeling around the lust flying through both of their bodies.
Junsu threw his head back and cried out. He jerked his hips forward, riding Yoochun cloth-covered erection. His nails dug into Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun reached down and grabbed Junsu’s erection, stroking him roughly. He released the feelings, a mixture of both of them going into each body.
And Junsu came, arching come high over Yoochun’s chest. He collapsed, breath harsh. Yoochun chuckled, and wrapped his arms around Junsu’s shuddering body.
“God,” Junsu said as soon as he could. It felt like he’d just run fifty miles.
Yoochun smiled and kissed his nose. “Forever, Su. I mean it.”
Junsu nodded, content to let his vampire hold him as his tired body succumbed to exhaustion.
v-v
Yunho’s cell vibrated. He snatched it up. A single text from an unknown number: I got him. We’ll be there in ten.
He growled, and looked back at Jae’s shuddering body. He’d spent the last few hours watching as light ricocheted around the shield and in and out of Jae’s prone form.
“Hyung, you need to eat,” Changmin said from the door.
“Ueda’s on his way with Heechul. I’ll eat later.”
“Okay.”
A few minutes passed, and then the front door opened, and angry shouts came down the hall. Ueda flung Heechul into the room before him, and Heechul just caught himself on the wall.
“Fix it, now.” Ueda said.
There was a light stream around Heechul’s neck, like a leash.
“No. He deserves it.”
“Damn it, Heechul. If you don’t fix it, and promise to leave him alone, I have no choice but to take you to the Gods and have you clipped. This is inexcusable.”
Changmin scoffed. “The Gods?”
“It’s what we call our government.”
“And I didn’t think you guys could get any more arrogant,” Changmin said.
The light around Heechul’s neck tightened.
“Look, Heechul. You attacked a Wing Class Faerie, and as far as I can tell, he threw no magic at you, just tried to defend himself. You’re lucky he’s not dead because if he were dead, you’d lose your wings.”
“I know the laws,” Heechul said with a smirk, “but even the Gods are going to take my side on this. He’s a traitor. And so are you and Hongki and now I see you have Taemin in your-“
The light tightened again, and Heechul choked.
Yunho put a hand on Ueda’s shoulder. “May I?”
Ueda grinned. “Sure. I have his magic leashed.”
Yunho grabbed Heechul’s neck with one hand and threw him up against the wall and held him there. “You heal him. Because if he dies, you’re the one I’m coming after. And I won’t be nice about it. You won’t just lose your wings, but I’ll disfigure you to the point that your magic can’t fix it, and you won’t even be able to look at yourself in the mirror. I know you don’t understand love, Heechul, but I love him, more than I have ever loved anyone in my life. I’m already keeping my claws at bay because all I want to do right now it rip your throat out for hurting him, but only you can heal him.”
Yunho dropped him.
Heechul fell to the ground, hand at his throat. “Fuck you all. He can die.”
Yunho growled and lunged at him, but Changmin grabbed him around the stomach.
“Don’t, hyung. Let me …” And Changmin smirked, wicked, and turned to Heechul still on the ground.
Changmin very slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “You probably don’t know this, Heechul, but where a zombie was first bitten is where he never heals. I can eat all the food I want, but this one place will always be gross, decaying flesh. Sort of a reminder of who I am. Look at it.”
Ueda yanked the light stream and forced Heechul’s head up. At Changmin’s hip, there was a spot about the size of a hand that was festering and green.
Heechul made a face and tried to back away from him.
Changmin reached down and scooped up a handful of the flesh.
Heechul started struggling. “You fucking-don’t you fucking dare!”
Changmin’s smirk widened. He held the flesh over Heechul’s head. A little piece plopped into his hair.
Heechul screamed and fought against the magical binding.
“Heal him,” Changmin said, “or I smear this in your hair and on your face and …”
“Okay, okay okay, fuck. I’ll do it. Just… god, keep the zombie away from me!”
Changmin smiled and stepped back. He kept the flesh in his hand. Ueda pulled Heechul to his feet.
“You hurt him again and I’ll let Changmin at you first before I kill you,” Yunho said, a growl in his voice.
Heechul snarled at them both.
Ueda dropped the magic from the orb around Jae and then from Heechul’s control. Heechul was muttering under his breath, but he raised his hands and sent a steady stream of light at Jaejoong.
Yunho held his breath, but Ueda wasn’t panicking, so whatever Heechul was doing was what he was supposed to do.
At first, the light did the same as it had before, just disappeared, but then after a few moments, it seeped into Jae’s body, under his skin. Jae gasped, back arching, and then he fell to the bed. Still. His back rose with a shuddering breath.
In the next moment, the leash was again around Heechul’s neck.
“You touch him again, Hee,” Ueda said, “and loyalties be damned, I will take you to the Gods. Now come on. I’m sure they want you out of their sight.”
“Okay, but god, get it out of my hair, my hair, get it out, out. Please, please. Get it out. I can smell it. It’s-“
He started leading him out. “I’ll be back,” Ueda said over Heechul’s mutterings.
Yunho smiled and then hugged Changmin tightly. “Thanks, Min.”
“No problem. Go for the weaknesses.”
Jae gasped, and Yunho was at his side in a heartbeat. Jae’s eyes fluttered open.
“Yunnie?”
“Hey, love.”
“Why do I feel like I’m barbecued?”
“It’s a long story. Don’t roll on your back. Your wings need to heel. Here, drink this.” Yunho held out the light-fused water. Jae’s lips closed around the straw and he took a few swallows. He coughed, and then slurped it down.
“Love you, Yunnie,” Jae muttered, and then fell back asleep.
Yunho leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I love you, too, Joongie.”
Chapter 31: Tell Yamapi that if touches you, I'm going to kill him.
Chapter 29: Heechul really did a number on him.
Chapter 28: I'm tired of your vampire shit.
Chapter 27: The thought of leaving Junsu made his heart ache.
Chapter 26: I shouldn’t have ever let it go.
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