Fixation
Title: Fixation
Pairing: blatant Yunho/Changmin, but plenty of Yunho/Jaejoong, Jaejoong/Junsu, Junsu/Yunho, and Junsu/Changmin added to the mix.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: War between the lycans is at its peak. Changmin contemplates two new additions to his pack.
A/N: Because werewolf!fic - along with vamp!fic - is something every writer wants to (secretly!) write.
The din is nearly ear splitting in the dense quiet of the forest. Dozens of wolves weave through the thick foliage, echoing howls of triumph mixing with the garbled words of wolves in mid-shift. They enter a large clearing while corralling a group of chained prisoners in their midst. The smell of blood weighs heavily in the air, thick and sweet; perfect to roll and revel in. Changmin enters last, a hulking monstrosity of dark fur further blackened by the blood seeping through his every crevice and caked beneath his paws. He comes in a dead run, circling their captives before leaping onto a stone dais.
He shifts in midair, spattered blood and visceral remains melting away as easily as fur and snout. Changmin stands in front of his pack - his people - naked and proud. They look up at him triumphant and he lets out a howl, a mere echo of the majestic sound in his animal form, and they howl with him.
“For your bravery and loyalty to the pack,” Changmin’s voice booms over the baying wolves. “I give you the spoils of war!”
Chaos ensues with another round of howls, followed swiftly by the scent of fresh blood and the satisfying crack of their enemies’ bones. The smell of blood becomes thicker, heady and sweet, and follows him all the way towards the edge of another, smaller clearing where his throne sat. There another group of wolves gather, five of them enclosing two men. The pale one with raven hair follows the circling wolves with his eyes drowning in a fiery, inhuman green. His lips are curled into a snarl and Changmin could hear a faint, steady growl that only grew louder when one of his own stepped a paw too close. His companion was huddled on the ground behind his knees, visibly trembling and eyes wide with fear from behind the shaggy hair that had fallen haphazardly over his face. They are both chained of course, but relatively unscathed which has Changmin wondering just how strong they are. He steps on a twig deliberately and everything goes quiet.
A yellow wolf breaks off from the pack and the others immediately shift ranks to fill in the empty space. The yellow wolf enters just beyond the trees where Changmin stands, watching. The wolf encircles Changmin’s bare legs, rubbing its head against Changmin’s knee. It licks at Changmin’s palm when he puts a hand out in greeting.
“Good work, Junsu.” The wolf hums in satisfaction when Changmin scratches behind its ears. It stretches languidly and in moments a man crouches at Changmin’s feet.
“I expect a reward for this,” Junsu the man says.
“And you’ll have it,” Changmin answers. “But first things first. Who are they?”
“The pale one was the pack’s second and the other we’re assuming is his lover. He’s rather protective, isn’t he?”
Changmin had noticed. He sniffs the air. “Human?”
“A pup. Tonight’s his first full moon. His wolf nearly bit my head off before we got him chained.”
Changmin doesn’t answer. He nods and emerges from the trees, all eyes on him as he settles himself onto his throne. It’s elaborate and huge, a giant slab of stone with the ancient markings of every Wolf King to have sat in it over the centuries. There’s power in the stone, the markings - on the seat itself. With the moon full the power is more apparent; Changmin can feel it seep slowly into his skin and deep into his bones, melding with his soul. It’s a warm, living entity that teases his dormant wolf to come out and play with the obvious prey in front of him. Or to subdue the one who posed a challenge.
“What do they call you?” he directs lazily - arrogantly - at the raven haired man.
The grudging answer is wary and comes out in a low growl. “Jaejoong.”
“Well, Jaejoong, I have a proposition for you.” Changmin pauses, leveling a stare at Jaejoong. “Your alpha is dead, which makes you as second next in line. Except all of your pack, excluding the pup behind you, is dead. Now, my question is: do you want to die?”
The fiery green of Jaejoong’s eyes flares as they widen in first surprise and then anger. “I’d kill myself first than die by your hand.”
Changmin frowns but lets the barb go. “You don’t have to die. The way I see it you have no pack and I have a depleted one. You must know that even if I let you both go, you can’t survive as lone wolves - you’ll have no chance. War between the lycans is at its peak. My pack may have won tonight but there’s no saying about tomorrow. Right now I’d rather use you than kill you.”
“What are you getting at?” Jaejoong asks gruffly.
“Join us,” Changmin says simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world -and maybe it is. Changmin stands. “We can give you protection, food, shelter, and treat you as one of our own. But in return you give us loyalty and you answer to me.”
There’s a long silence in which Jaejoong looks dumbfounded, as if he can’t quite believe the words coming out of Changmin’s mouth. It’s unconventional of course, and not the way things are usually done but desperate times call for desperate measures. Changmin can’t be too picky who he lets into the pack or else there wouldn’t be a pack at all. A wavering voice breaks the silence.
“J-joongie.”
Changmin’s attention shifts from Jaejoong to the man curled at his knees and takes a look at him, really looks at him. His eyes are bright with fright and an inhuman shade of amber, a small preview of what his wolf would look like. As he draws closer Changmin inhales deeply and almost groans in satisfaction. Fear tinges the air with a sweetness blood can’t emulate. It’s more abstract: something he needs to chase harder in order to obtain. There’s fear and dread. Vulnerability without fragility; Changmin’s wolf liked that. A lot.
“What’s your name, pretty?” Changmin asks, bending low to get a better look.
“Don’t touch him.” Jaejoong growls. He’s shaking in a way that says the beast within him wants out but it can’t. The silver on their binds makes sure of it. Changmin doesn’t even flinch when Jaejoong lunges. A red wolf meets him head on.
The man he’s talking to yelps, scrambling back with terrified eyes when Jaejoong goes down. Changmin ignores them all. Taking his chin in hand, Changmin asks again. “What’s your name, pretty?”
The man’s eyes flit to Jaejoong’s struggling form before shakily answering, “Y-yunho.”
“Yunho.” Changmin says with a smile, testing the way it rolls off his tongue. “Well then, Yunho, I’ll ask you the same question: do you want to die?” Yunho shakes his head violently. “I thought so. What do you think about joining us? Joining me?”
Yunho’s eyes dart back to Jaejoong who’s trying to say something but can’t. The red wolf’s paw is nearly crushing his throat, obstructing any sound that might have come out. Changmin can see almost see the collision of thoughts in Yunho’s head, can read most of them on his face. Yunho’s new and most likely knows little of pack loyalty - which is what Changmin’s banking on. It won’t be hard to lure Yunho to his side and with Yunho on his, Changmin is more or less sure that Jaejoong would follow.
“Don’t believe him Yunho,” Jaejoong manages to gasp out. He aims for the red wolf’s nose and the pressure on his throat lets up if only for a moment. “He just wants to toy with us before killing us.”
The red wolf recovers and swipes at Jaejoong whose face snaps to the side with an audible crack.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho yells when blood spews from Jaejoong’s mouth.
“So what do you say, Yunho?” Changmin asks. “It’s pretty obvious what Jaejoong’s decided for himself but it doesn’t have to be the same for you. He’s chosen to die; will you choose to live?”
Yunho cries out when the red wolf hits Jaejoong again, long red gashes forming on his face and chest. The wounds won’t heal, not with the silver still binding his wrists. Tears brim at Yunho’s eyes, threatening to fall from his dark lashes as he clutches at Changmin’s knee.
“Please…” he whimpers, eyes flitting between Jaejoong’s beaten form and looking up at Changmin imploringly. “Please don’t kill him. Please- I’ll join you. We’ll join you. Just please don’t. I-I’ll do anything. Anything. Just- please.”
Changmin whistles for the red wolf to stop. He looks down at Yunho with interest. “Anything?”
Yunho nods readily, the tears in his eyes falling with the movement of his head. Changmin follows one down the side of his face, his neck and chest. Anything, he’d said. Changmin knows of something.
“Heechul, back down,” he says to the red wolf. It does so slowly, even if Jaejoong doesn’t look like he could lift a finger. Then Changmin signals to Junsu to take his place. Heechul growls in discontent, his red eyes glowing in annoyance at being usurped.
“I’ll make it up to you later,” Junsu calls out as the red wolf skulks away. Heechul lets out a disdainful bark that says don’t even try.
“The rest of you,” Changmin says to the remaining wolves. “Leave us.” They follow his orders grudgingly, leaving the clearing. They’re out of sight but still there, hidden not too far in the trees - just in case.
He orders for the chains at Yunho’s wrists to be removed. Then Changmin pulls him up and leads him to his throne. “You want me to let him live when he so obviously would rather die. What can you do for me to grant you this favor?”
He sits on his throne with his legs spread wide, looking pointedly at his cock. Changmin is the king of subtlety.
Yunho’s eyes go wide as the implication sets in. “I-”
“Don’t.” Jaejoong calls out feebly. He moves to attack but it’s laughable. Junsu doesn’t even bother holding him back. Jaejoong hits the ground again with a thud.
“If you keep stalling, I won’t take his chains off. And if he can’t heal…” Changmin trails off. Yunho doesn’t need another word to understand.
Yunho sinks slowly to his knees, a stricken look in his eyes as he places his hands gingerly just above Changmin’s knee. His reticence stirs Changmin’s cock but his next words make Changmin go hard.
“I… I don’t know how.” Yunho says in a small voice. The hands on Changmin’s thighs are trembling. Changmin bites back a smile even as the beast inside him howls, urging him to shove his cock down Yunho’s throat. He soothes it with promises of doing just that but in a little while.
“Open your mouth and suck. Use your hand for what can’t fit.,” he instructs. “After that, be creative. If you please me, you save him and the pack will take you both. Should you fail, Junsu will finish him off and you, pretty, will be mine exclusively. Deal?”
Yunho’s only answer is a dip of his head and the slick warmth of lips at the tip of Changmin’s cock. Changmin sighs into the feeling; he’s feeling indulgent tonight. Victory has a way of lowering defenses and lulling him into a false sense of security, though brief. He tamps down the initial urge to thrust into the heat of Yunho’s mouth but doesn’t hesitate to let Yunho know what he wants.
“More. Open Wider.”
Fumbling, Yunho complies immediately. He’s clumsy and lacks technique, but persistent. He’s also a quick learner and realizes early on that while Changmin can control his face, he can’t deny his body’s reaction to Yunho’s mouth on his cock. As he gains confidence, Yunho’s grasp on Changmin’s thighs become less tentative and surer as Changmin lets him hear a pleased sound. In increments one of Yunho’s hands moves to curl loosely at the base of his cock. At the first tentative stroke Changmin gives in to the urge to move his hips. Yunho makes a sound at the sudden influx of cock but doesn’t pull back. Changmin thinks there’s hope for him yet.
He brushes the back of his hand over Yunho’s cheek and his eyes flutter upwards just as Changmin takes a hold of the back of his head. Changmin makes his intention apparent in his gaze and it’s the only warning Yunho gets before Changmin’s easing more of his cock down Yunho’s throat. The warning isn’t enough and Yunho chokes, the convulsing of his throat enough to make Changmin groan.
“Relax. Breathe through your nose.”
Yunho whimpers, shaking his head and pulling it back but Changmin doesn’t let up. He keeps a steady pressure on the back of Yunho’s head, stilling until Yunho can breathe again. He starts to suck again and Changmin lets him keep the pace, lets him bob his head instead of thrusting into his mouth. He guides one of Yunho’s hands to his balls, their fingers curling into each other as Changmin teaches Yunho what he likes. The pleasure builds like this, with simple ministrations and the lingering effects of the evening’s hunt. He’s nearing climax when a loud curse threatens to shatter the pressure about to overwhelm him.
“Fuck!”
Changmin cracks an eye open, past the haze of his impending orgasm to find Junsu bleeding in places he hadn’t been before. Long tracks of the chains still binding Jaejoong’s hands have imprinted themselves onto his side and there’s a curved gash from his brow to his cheek. Junsu’s eyes flash a dark purple, teeth bared as he pulls roughly on Jaejoong’s chains. The man tumbles forward onto his knees, planting face first onto the floor. The last thing Changmin sees before the pleasure explodes is Jaejoong’s ass in the air, ready and waiting.
Yunho’s nails dig painfully into his thighs as Changmin shoves all of his cock down Yunho’s throat. Yunho knows better by now and doesn’t try to pull away. He takes a breath when Changmin pulls out only to shove back in. It works for a couple of thrusts but it doesn’t prepare him for when Changmin’s cum starts to pulse into mouth. He chokes violently, cum spilling from his mouth and splattering over the tops of Changmin’s thighs.
“S-sorry,” Yunho says, voice hoarse as he looks up at Changmin with frightened eyes expecting retribution. Changmin doesn’t disappoint.
“As you should be,” Changmin answers with a stern face while hiding a small smile. “Now lick it up. You aren’t done yet.” Yunho nods fervently, eyes drowning in relief. It’s premature; Changmin’s got a few more ideas he wants to make into reality. As Yunho dips his head, tongue leaving wet patches of tingling skin around his groin, Changmin focuses his attention on more pressing matters.
In front of him, Junsu has Jaejoong on his knees with his hands pulled behind him at an unnatural angle. Junsu’s got a hold of his chains, pulling on them at random intervals and making Jaejoong cry out in pain. The look on Junsu’s face says he’s enjoying this a little too much, if his half hard cock wasn’t proof enough.
“Junsu.” Changmin says in warning when an obscene pop followed by Jaejoong’s hoarse cry of pain disturbs the quiet of the forest and the sound of Yunho lapping at his skin.
“What? He’ll heal.” Junsu reasons, abruptly letting go of his hold on Jaejoong’s chains. It pitches Jaejoong forward and he hits the ground with a thud, reeling in agony at his dislocated shoulder. “Feisty though, isn’t he? Are we really going to kill him? It’d be a waste if you ask me.”
“It’s a good thing no one’s asking you then,” Changmin quips. “Besides, no use sparing a man who so obviously wants to die.”
Fingers tighten on his thighs and below him Yunho makes a small sound. The look on his face as he meets Changmin’s gaze is something he’s starting to look forward to. Changmin lets out an exaggerated sigh.
“Fine then. I’ll give you one chance to change his mind and join us of his own accord. Use what I’ve just taught you to make him agree. If, afterwards, he’d still rather die…” Changmin shrugs. “Know that I won’t hesitate to let Junsu finish him off. Understood, pretty?”
“Yes,” Yunho answers, and it’s the first time Changmin hears him speak with something more than fear in his voice. The look on his face is still tragic, but there’s determination in the set of his mouth as he stands from between Changmin’s legs and walks to where Jaejoong huddles on the floor clutching at his shoulder.
“Stop. Don’t touch me!”
“Jaejoongie,” Yunho calls out softly, chained feet dragging behind him. He gets on all fours, reaching out to nuzzle Jaejoong with his nose. Jaejoong recoils when Yunho prods at his shoulder. Yunho stops touching him and looks back at Changmin with pleading eyes.
“Junsu.” Changmin says and signals for Jaejoong’s chains to be removed. Junsu hesitates, unsure, but Changmin is alpha and he knows better than to question his judgment.
“Joongie, no,” Yunho begs when Jaejoong struggles as Junsu tries for his chains. “Please? Don’t fight it. Please don’t fight it.”
“You don’t know what they want,” Jaejoong says vehemently, snapping at Junsu’s hands. “He’s already made you suck him off and you did it willingly, but do you have any idea what else they’ll make you do? Do you? You don’t. We’re better off dead.”
“No, Joongie, it wasn’t like that,” Yunho says. It was… he didn’t- it felt like…” he seems at a loss for words, speechless in a way that makes Changmin feel smug. He knows his own power, his own pull - he isn’t alpha without reason. Jaejoong manages to look skeptical despite his obvious pain.
“That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel - how they want you to feel. Don’t be a fool, Yunho. They’re going to kill us anyway; I’d rather we die with a little dignity.”
The chains are heavy in his hands and Jaejoong uses the weight to fend Junsu off the next time he approaches. Junsu growls at him, annoyed, and raises hand to strike the other man but Yunho comes between them.
“I won’t let us die, Joongie.” Yunho shakes his head, holds Jaejoong’s face in his hands and looks him in the eye. “After everything you’ve already done to get us here… after everything that’s happened…” he breaks off, seemingly unable to say anything more, expression contorted into something dark and unreadable. “Don’t die - please? Don’t leave me. Please, Joongie, don’t. Please please please…”
Changmin’s brows arch at the display but he doesn’t interrupt the exchange when Jaejoong seemed to be wavering. His gaze catches Junsu’s from across the forest floor and wordlessly the other man attempts to remove his chains. He resists, but only for a moment, Yunho’s entreaties and the pain radiating from his twisted shoulder ultimately winning out. With the bindings gone from his hands, Jaejoong’s skin begins to knit back into place, but the ones at his feet make the process slow and excruciating. He thrashes on the ground when his shoulder pops back into place, a long drawn out cry ripped from his throat. Yunho licks at the healing wounds one by one, moving steadily downwards until he’s kneeling between Jaeoong’s legs, his head level with Jaejoong’s crotch.
His cock is limp, the pain a little too much for pleasure to even start but Yunho isn’t fazed. This is something he’s wanted to do to Jaejoong for a while now - and more - but hadn’t had the chance to before things had gone horribly, horribly wrong. Now that he has the chance, no matter how dire their situation, Yunho isn’t going to pass it up.
Jaejoong tastes different from the wolf king: more raw and without the blood of dozens of others to sit salty sweet at the back of his tongue. Yunho takes him into his mouth before he goes fully hard and sucks him until he does. It’s an odd experience to feel Jaejoong lengthen in his mouth but he savors it, uses what he’s learned to make it good for him. Maybe it’s because he isn’t afraid of Jaejoong, but it’s easier this time around. Jaejoong’s cock fit in his mouth in a way the wolf king hadn’t. He isn’t as long but thicker. Breathing is still tricky but he doesn’t have to try so hard. He might even enjoy it.
Yunho likes the sounds Jaejoong makes when he mouths at the head and dips into the slit. He keeps a firm hold on Jaejoong’s hips, knowing what to expect when he sucks hard on his way up. His fingers wrap around what his mouth can’t reach and stroke in time with his tongue, licking circles around the tip. His own cock is starting to weigh heavily between his legs and he spreads his knees for comfort. It brushes the dirt floor and he moans involuntarily at the ghost touch. Jaejoong’s cock jumps in his mouth when he does and curiously, Yunho does it again. When he gets the same reaction, Yunho keeps moaning.
“Please tell me someone gets to fuck him.” Junsu’s words are low and closer to a growl more than anything. When he and the others had caught and subdued the two wolves from the rival pack, Yunho had only smelled like food: easy prey, pathetic and ready to be eaten. Who’d have thought the pup could be such slut?
“That’s not a bad idea.” Changmin isn’t indifferent to the cock-sucking in front of him. Without fear to rule him, Yunho is free to indulge Jaejoong with his mouth and there’s a certain charm to a willing cock sucker. But Changmin’s had enough of cock-sucking, not to mention tonight can’t be all about pleasure. Jaejoong’s agreed to have Yunho suck him off, but where his loyalties lie is still obscure.
“Enough, Yunho. It’s time for Jaejoong to make his final decision.” Jaejoong sits up, gasping when Yunho pulls away to look expectantly at Changmin. “Last chance. What say you?”
Jaejoong’s fists curl into his palm and he has obvious trouble getting out the words, but he says, “All right. We- I will join you.”
“Excellent choice,” Changmin says, unable to suppress a satisfied smile. Junsu mirrors the expression. Yunho sighs audibly in relief and Changmin can feel his smile widen. “But we aren’t done yet.”
Yunho looks at him in confusion and Jaejoong looks at him, instantly wary. Only Junsu seems to understand.
“Yunho has proven his obedience but not his loyalty. You, Jaejoong, have yet to prove anything.”
“We give you our word,” Jaejoong answers, breathing still ragged. He’s still hard.
“You know that’s not enough,” Changmin counters. Jaejoong had been next in line for alpha. It’s obvious he knows what’s needed but rebels against it. “You must pledge your bodies to the pack. To me.”
“You’ll have us service every member of your pack to gain acceptance?” Jaejoong scoffs. “You’d be worse than our last alpha.”
“Live long enough and maybe you’ll find out,” Changmin says, vaguely threatening. “But I didn’t mean that. What belongs to me belongs to the pack, so Junsu and myself will be enough for tonight.”
“For tonight?”
“Who you choose to fuck after that is your business, as long as I get to fuck when I want. Are we clear?” Jaejoong’s eyes flare green and his lips thin but he nods in understanding. “Good. Now bend Yunho over and get him ready for me. I want to fuck him.”
Jaejoong inhales sharply at the order and when he looks at Yunho, his eyes are as wide as saucers. “You want me to what? I can’t- ”
“Can’t or won’t?” Changmin cuts in, eyes narrowed ominously. “Answer carefully. This is a test of your obedience.”
Jaejoong bites his tongue against a retort. The look he gives Yunho begs him forgiveness. “Nothing. I’ll do it.”
“And me?” Junsu says, calling attention to himself. “You still owe me a reward, remember?”
Changmin rolls his eyes. “I do. I’m sure Jaejoong will be more than willing to offer you his ‘services’, won’t you Jaejoong?”
There’s a tense pause but ultimately Jaejoong’s answer is, “Yes.”
Changmin smiles and bids them to go on.
“Yunho-yah.” Jaejoong turns to him apologetic and full of remorse.
“It’s all right,” Yunho answers shakily. “It’s all right.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “It’s going to hurt.”
“Okay.” Yunho nods once and turns around. He stays on his knees but lowers himself onto his elbows, ass in the air and waits for Jaejoong’s next move. In a way this is easy for him. He wants to live and if this is what he has to do in order to achieve that then so be it. It helps that he wants Jaejoong too.
Jaejoong looks down at Yunho’s ass and his cock jumps. They were in a life or death situation, about to give themselves body and soul to a man they barely knew, and his cock jumps at the sight of Yunho’s upturned ass. A perverse pleasure he hadn’t even been aware of shoots up and down his spine, frying nerve endings and warming the blood in his veins. He reaches out to touch the tensed muscles of Yunho’s thighs and he’s doing this. He’s really doing this.
“Spread his legs. Wider. I want to be able to see what you’re doing.” Changmin says from his throne and Jaejoong catches himself just before he says something he shouldn’t. Jaejoong does as he’s told even if he doesn’t need instructions; it’s another test of his obedience. “How’s your shoulder?”
The question catches Jaejoong off guard. “Better.”
Changmin nods. “Touch him.”
Jaejoong doesn’t need to be told twice. He runs his hands down the perfection of Yunho’s thighs and feels the tense muscles tremble underneath the pads of his fingers. There’s a bruise on the side of his hip from when they’d been hauled earlier into the clearing. A thick pink line that had once been a bleeding gash curves into one buttock, a slowly healing reminder of when they’d tried to escape their captors. Pack members now. Supposed family. Jaejoong finds it hard to believe.
“… his cock. Stroke it. Make him hard.” Changmin’s words bring Jaejoong back into the present. He needs to focus. He wraps fingers around the base of Yunho’s cock but he’s already hard. A swipe at the tip shows he’s already leaking. Jaejoong plays with the head, pulling at it and spreading the cum. He wants to take out his hand and lick it, better yet bend over and return the favor by sucking Yunho’s cock but he can’t until Changmin tells him to. For now Jaejoong just enjoys the feel of Yunho’s cock in his hands.
Yunho shifts his weight onto his forearms; Jaejoong’s hand on his cock makes his limbs weak. He can barely keep quiet when Jaejoong presses the pad of one finger against the tip of his cock and his knees almost give out when he drags a nail across the slit. He can feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, prickly heat skittering over the hyper-sensitive surface of his skin. Yunho bites his lip against the overwhelming tide of pleasure that gathers at his cock with every stroke of Jaejoong’s hand. The wolf king runs this show and instinctively he knows he can’t come until he’s told to.
“Enough, Jaejoong.” It’s not the words that spike fear through the haze of his growing pleasure, but the way they’re said. The tone is too low and too gruff to be human. “Move away from him. Junsu, take his place.”
Jaejoong hesitates for a heartbeat, Yunho feels it by the way his fingers tighten around his cock. It’s almost too much and can’t hold back a whine when Jaejoong lets go, taking his hand with him. Yunho tries not to stiffen when Junsu moves in close, a different kind of heat from Jaejoong’s familiar warmth.
“Open him up. Use your tongue.”
The hands that touch him next are rougher, more callused but surprisingly gentle when they grasp his hips and pulls them up. His only warning is a gust of warm breath against the base of his spine before the slippery cool of an eager tongue runs itself between his cheeks. Yunho yelps; surprise has him scrambling at the dirt and losing his balance. When Junsu’s tongue stops to lick at his hole, Yunho can only press his forehead into the hard forest floor and squirm at the odd feeling. He misses something in between the minor discomfort of Junsu’s tongue poking into his ass and trying to decide if it feels good enough to stoke the flames of his earlier desire because all of a sudden Jaejoong’s lifting him back onto his forearms and pressing fingers against his mouth.
“Open wide, pretty,” the wolf king says in a tone more wolf than human. “Turn his head, Jaejoong. I want to see.”
Yunho follows the direction of Jaejoong’s fingers and sucks them into his mouth just as he looks up to meet the wolf king’s eyes. His breath catches when pupils drowning in blue fire hold his gaze instead of the deep brown that had snared him earlier. Yunho finds that the blue is even more fatal, hypnotic in the way it flashes from light blue to an indigo so dark it was almost black. He becomes aware of little else as those eyes continue to watch them. To watch him.
Suddenly the smell of the forest assaults his nose: earthy and green - alive. With it comes the scent of fur and wolf, things he’d only begun to get used to. It’s heightened by Jaejoong’s proximity and Junsu’s behind him. He can smell the others waiting just behind the trees, and the rest of the pack in another clearing not far away. The smell of blood is thick in the air but the smell of sex is thicker still. Combined with his sudden awareness of his surroundings it’s like nothing he’s ever smelled before. At the same time it’s warm and familiar - how Yunho imagines a home would have felt like if he’d ever had one. It unravels something inside him, a tight knot in his chest looped tighter and tighter over the years. It’s loosened all at once in a torrent of lust, the prospect of a future, security, and finally belonging somewhere.
Somehow, giving himself away and letting them use his body like this just gets easier and easier.
“That’s it, pretty. There you go,” Changmin murmurs as Yunho’s dark eyes lighten until they’re drowning in an amber blaze. The wolf inside him is looking for a home and it just so happens that Changmin has empty spaces he needs to fill. Jaejoong’s wolf is more stubborn, Changmin can feel it resisting the lure of power he’s dangling before it; it paces skittishly as Yunho answers Changmin’s call. But Jaejoong has more control over his beast and must be won over later. Changmin makes the pup his concern for the moment.
“Make them wet,” he instructs, his own wolf restless and circling as he continues to watch. “That’s all you’re going to get.”
Not for the first time Changmin’s cock jumps at the way Yunho readily follows his orders, with barely any hesitation. He opens wide, lets Changmin see his tongue curl obscenely around Jaejoong’s digits. Junsu chooses that moment to do something interesting with his tongue and Yunho’s resulting moan sends the rest of his blood straight for his cock. Yunho’s becoming more responsive, moving more freely and pushing his ass against Junsu’s probing tongue. He’s taken three of Jaejoong’s fingers into his mouth and sucks them with vigor, loud and hard. He’s fallen into the role of eager submissive so easily - so willingly - and that, above all else, is what makes Changmin want him more than anyone else.
“That’s good enough, Junsu. Come here. Jaejoong will continue that.” Changmin says, suddenly impatient.
Junsu, for all his antics, has an obedient streak. Displaying a rare bout of sense, he kneels between Changmin’s legs and takes Changmin’s hard cock into his mouth without preamble. Junsu makes it sloppy and wet, readying it for when Changmin fucks Yunho. As for Yunho, he’s a quick study. He sprawls his upper half onto the ground and raises his ass, knees spread wide, waiting, and ready. And Jaejoong, despite his stubbornness, doesn’t hesitate at his command. He looks lost for a moment, staring at his saliva slicked fingers as if they were foreign to him. He recovers quickly however, and proceeds to slip a careful finger into Yunho’s ass. Yunho whines at the intrusion but doesn’t let his body stiffen. It’s not enough.
“More. You can take more than that, can’t you, pretty?” The words come out like half a moan; Junsu’s always had a talented mouth. Yunho nods with a little whimper, his face half obscured by the forest floor.
“Good. Spread him wide,” Changmin pants as Jaejoong works two fingers into Yunho’s body. He can just imagine his cock replacing those fingers and his hips thrust deep into Junsu’s throat of their own accord. Changmin’s glad for Junsu’s considerable experience at sucking cock when he doesn’t choke, just moans loud enough for Changmin to feel the vibrations rock him to the core. He curls a fist into Junsu’s hair and forcibly pulls him off his cock. Changmin wants Yunho’s tight heat - to mark the pup and make him his.
“Yunho.” The name itself is a command. Not pretty or pup, but the man’s given name. Yunho answers the call just as satisfactorily as he’s done the whole night.
Jaejoong’s fingers slip out of him as he uses all fours to get to Changmin’s throne. His limbs are unsteady and his cock hangs swollen and heavy between his legs. Changmin watches it sway on the way to him and it’s all he can do not to grab Yunho and fuck him into the forest floor. He’ll do that of course, but not now. For now, this first time, he wants to fuck Yunho on his throne and use the power in it to brand him - make him his. He barks at Jaejoong and Junsu - barks because he’s a little too far gone for words now - to do with each other what they will. And then Yunho climbs into his lap and there isn’t much room for anything else after that.
Changmin manipulates Yunho’s limbs so that he straddled his thighs. Yunho seems to know what to expect, body pliant as Changmin aligns his cock with the entrance to Yunho’s body. Of his own accord, Yunho wraps his arms around Changmin’s neck to pull the weight off his lower half. It puts their faces only centimeters apart and somehow it’s more intimate than when Yunho had been sucking Changmin off. Changmin becomes fixated on Yunho’s plump lower lip the moment it comes into focus so he leans in and takes it between his teeth, dragging Yunho backward until his head hits the back of his throne. Changmin times their first kiss with his breach of Yunho’s body and swallows Yunho’s scream.
Yunho goes stiff in his embrace despite all the prep but there’s nothing Changmin can do about the pain. It’s both initiation and punishment; a must that couldn’t be overlooked. To his credit Yunho doesn’t try to shove him away, but Changmin tightens his hold on him regardless. He taps into the power of his throne and the wolf inside him, pacing and restless, drinks it down as it seeps into his skin. The wolf howls as it takes its fill, the sound resonating in Changmin’s ears. It sets off Yunho’s beast and suddenly the ghostly image of a great brown wolf shimmers just above Yunho’s skin. It howls back in answer to Changmin’s beast, coming out in another scream ripped from Yunho’s throat. But this time he’s screaming for a different reason.
Changmin melds their mouths together and gives the power another focus. He shoves it into Yunho’s body through his mouth and with every thrust of his hips into Yunho’s tight heat. The power is all flames and heat and instantly recognizes Yunho as weaker than itself: prey, either to be eaten or to be dominated. It burns its way in and out of Yunho’s body, muscles stretching and bones attempting to rearrange themselves into something the power could control. Yunho thrashes above him. He pushes and pulls, half-shifted claws appearing and disappearing in quick flashes but not before they marked Changmin’s skin.
Yunho is left to claw at Changmin’s shoulders, drawing blood with every swipe before Changmin twists his arms behind him. As much as Yunho’s obedience made him hard, there’s a different kind of thrill to having Yunho struggle against him. Changmin isn’t particularly brutal when it came to sex but this time he doesn’t hold back. The power needed an outlet but the silver chains at Yunho’s ankles kept him from bringing the huge brown wolf into reality. The only other alternative is to give the power another kind of release.
Forcefully, he pins Yunho’s arms to his sides while Yunho continues to struggle. His hands encompass not only Yunho’s wrists, but also his hips in a punishing grip. Changmin uses it to pull Yunho off his cock and shove him down again. Yunho’s face contorts into an expression of half pain and half pleasure before he arches back and howls. It’s a desperate sound, the wolf inside him begging for release. Around them, resounding howls follow and Changmin knows that the power isn’t just contained to the two of them. The smell of others in heat is heavy around them and out of the corner of his eye he can see Jaejoong on his back, one calf hiked onto Junsu’s shoulder as Junsu fucked him on the dirt.
“Almost there, pretty, almost there,” Changmin mutters against Yunho’s feverish skin. His hips have lost their rhythm and heat pools painfully in his cock. Yunho’s no longer struggling against him but meeting his every thrust. He’s leaned back and taken to dropping onto Changmin’s cock, searching for an angle that’ll tip him over the edge. Changmin helps by shifting lower in his seat and taking the weight of Yunho’s upper half. Yunho’s arms wrap instinctively around Changmin’s shoulders and meet Changmin’s thrusts half way.
He’s whining into Changmin’s ear, incoherent words and frantic whispers of, “Please please please,” going past the roar of blood in his ears. It’s hard to deny begging like that when it’s accompanied by pleading nuzzles to his neck and the reflexive tightening of Yunho’s muscles around his cock. The new angle proves effective and Changmin can’t deny Yunho at all. Changmin’s fingers dig bruises into Yunho’s ass as the heat starts to unravel quickly. He reaches under, fingers brushing against where his cock connects with Yunho’s body and presses in. Yunho keens, his body clenching as orgasm wracks his body in near-violent spasms. Changmin’s groan is quieter but his release is no less potent.
The power throws him for a loop, taking Yunho with him as they dive into a black oblivion of sexual gratification. As he comes, Changmin can feel his wolf break free of its internal bindings and race towards the surface. It crashes into skin like a physical force, jerking him forward and into Yunho’s body in one last powerful thrust enough to make Yunho scream once more. Instead of taking a physical shape it stays in corporeal form but doesn’t stay still. Changmin’s wolf supersedes his body and engages Yunho’s beast so that the two wolves rolled together in the space between them.
The meeting is warm, warmer than the cum that coats his abdomen and leaks from Yunho’s ass. It’s a perfect after effect for their explosive coupling, a connection between a wolf and his alpha that exceeded mere sex. It’s familiar and comforting, something he’s sure is a foreign concept to Yunho if the pup’s fidgeting atop him is any indication. He quiets Yunho with a reassuring stroke of his ass and Yunho moans in response.
Yunho slumps against Changmin’s chest and pressing little licks and kisses to the back of Changmin’s ear and neck. Changmin strokes at the dip in Yunho’s lower back as he watches Junsu and Jaejoong finish in front of him. Junsu’s loud keen disturbs the quiet of the forest for a long moment before it’s followed by Jaejoong’s lusty cry of release. Yunho’s cock hardens at the sound, poking Changmin in the stomach.
“Interesting,” Changmin observes curiously. Yunho merely buries his face into Changmin’s neck to hide his face. Changmin chuckles.
“Relax, pretty, you’re mine now.” He says, and he means it. He watches Jaejoong, panting beneath Junsu’s half-slumped form and knows the sentiment is extended. With Jaejoong’s tempestuous attitude and Yunho’s obedient one, they’d make a fine addition to the pack. Besides, no one would dare go up against the alpha’s decision.
In any case, Changmin will save those troubles for the morrow.
A/N: written for vaguelynormal as usual because she serves as muse/instigator. LOL she’s the only one who seems to be able to get fic out of me these days :D Also, I am quite aware of Yoochun missing. I couldn’t fit him in anywhere without making him irrelevant :/ anyway, will maybe write more for this.
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Pairing: blatant Yunho/Changmin, but plenty of Yunho/Jaejoong, Jaejoong/Junsu, Junsu/Yunho, and Junsu/Changmin added to the mix.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: War between the lycans is at its peak. Changmin contemplates two new additions to his pack.
A/N: Because werewolf!fic - along with vamp!fic - is something every writer wants to (secretly!) write.
The din is nearly ear splitting in the dense quiet of the forest. Dozens of wolves weave through the thick foliage, echoing howls of triumph mixing with the garbled words of wolves in mid-shift. They enter a large clearing while corralling a group of chained prisoners in their midst. The smell of blood weighs heavily in the air, thick and sweet; perfect to roll and revel in. Changmin enters last, a hulking monstrosity of dark fur further blackened by the blood seeping through his every crevice and caked beneath his paws. He comes in a dead run, circling their captives before leaping onto a stone dais.
He shifts in midair, spattered blood and visceral remains melting away as easily as fur and snout. Changmin stands in front of his pack - his people - naked and proud. They look up at him triumphant and he lets out a howl, a mere echo of the majestic sound in his animal form, and they howl with him.
“For your bravery and loyalty to the pack,” Changmin’s voice booms over the baying wolves. “I give you the spoils of war!”
Chaos ensues with another round of howls, followed swiftly by the scent of fresh blood and the satisfying crack of their enemies’ bones. The smell of blood becomes thicker, heady and sweet, and follows him all the way towards the edge of another, smaller clearing where his throne sat. There another group of wolves gather, five of them enclosing two men. The pale one with raven hair follows the circling wolves with his eyes drowning in a fiery, inhuman green. His lips are curled into a snarl and Changmin could hear a faint, steady growl that only grew louder when one of his own stepped a paw too close. His companion was huddled on the ground behind his knees, visibly trembling and eyes wide with fear from behind the shaggy hair that had fallen haphazardly over his face. They are both chained of course, but relatively unscathed which has Changmin wondering just how strong they are. He steps on a twig deliberately and everything goes quiet.
A yellow wolf breaks off from the pack and the others immediately shift ranks to fill in the empty space. The yellow wolf enters just beyond the trees where Changmin stands, watching. The wolf encircles Changmin’s bare legs, rubbing its head against Changmin’s knee. It licks at Changmin’s palm when he puts a hand out in greeting.
“Good work, Junsu.” The wolf hums in satisfaction when Changmin scratches behind its ears. It stretches languidly and in moments a man crouches at Changmin’s feet.
“I expect a reward for this,” Junsu the man says.
“And you’ll have it,” Changmin answers. “But first things first. Who are they?”
“The pale one was the pack’s second and the other we’re assuming is his lover. He’s rather protective, isn’t he?”
Changmin had noticed. He sniffs the air. “Human?”
“A pup. Tonight’s his first full moon. His wolf nearly bit my head off before we got him chained.”
Changmin doesn’t answer. He nods and emerges from the trees, all eyes on him as he settles himself onto his throne. It’s elaborate and huge, a giant slab of stone with the ancient markings of every Wolf King to have sat in it over the centuries. There’s power in the stone, the markings - on the seat itself. With the moon full the power is more apparent; Changmin can feel it seep slowly into his skin and deep into his bones, melding with his soul. It’s a warm, living entity that teases his dormant wolf to come out and play with the obvious prey in front of him. Or to subdue the one who posed a challenge.
“What do they call you?” he directs lazily - arrogantly - at the raven haired man.
The grudging answer is wary and comes out in a low growl. “Jaejoong.”
“Well, Jaejoong, I have a proposition for you.” Changmin pauses, leveling a stare at Jaejoong. “Your alpha is dead, which makes you as second next in line. Except all of your pack, excluding the pup behind you, is dead. Now, my question is: do you want to die?”
The fiery green of Jaejoong’s eyes flares as they widen in first surprise and then anger. “I’d kill myself first than die by your hand.”
Changmin frowns but lets the barb go. “You don’t have to die. The way I see it you have no pack and I have a depleted one. You must know that even if I let you both go, you can’t survive as lone wolves - you’ll have no chance. War between the lycans is at its peak. My pack may have won tonight but there’s no saying about tomorrow. Right now I’d rather use you than kill you.”
“What are you getting at?” Jaejoong asks gruffly.
“Join us,” Changmin says simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world -and maybe it is. Changmin stands. “We can give you protection, food, shelter, and treat you as one of our own. But in return you give us loyalty and you answer to me.”
There’s a long silence in which Jaejoong looks dumbfounded, as if he can’t quite believe the words coming out of Changmin’s mouth. It’s unconventional of course, and not the way things are usually done but desperate times call for desperate measures. Changmin can’t be too picky who he lets into the pack or else there wouldn’t be a pack at all. A wavering voice breaks the silence.
“J-joongie.”
Changmin’s attention shifts from Jaejoong to the man curled at his knees and takes a look at him, really looks at him. His eyes are bright with fright and an inhuman shade of amber, a small preview of what his wolf would look like. As he draws closer Changmin inhales deeply and almost groans in satisfaction. Fear tinges the air with a sweetness blood can’t emulate. It’s more abstract: something he needs to chase harder in order to obtain. There’s fear and dread. Vulnerability without fragility; Changmin’s wolf liked that. A lot.
“What’s your name, pretty?” Changmin asks, bending low to get a better look.
“Don’t touch him.” Jaejoong growls. He’s shaking in a way that says the beast within him wants out but it can’t. The silver on their binds makes sure of it. Changmin doesn’t even flinch when Jaejoong lunges. A red wolf meets him head on.
The man he’s talking to yelps, scrambling back with terrified eyes when Jaejoong goes down. Changmin ignores them all. Taking his chin in hand, Changmin asks again. “What’s your name, pretty?”
The man’s eyes flit to Jaejoong’s struggling form before shakily answering, “Y-yunho.”
“Yunho.” Changmin says with a smile, testing the way it rolls off his tongue. “Well then, Yunho, I’ll ask you the same question: do you want to die?” Yunho shakes his head violently. “I thought so. What do you think about joining us? Joining me?”
Yunho’s eyes dart back to Jaejoong who’s trying to say something but can’t. The red wolf’s paw is nearly crushing his throat, obstructing any sound that might have come out. Changmin can see almost see the collision of thoughts in Yunho’s head, can read most of them on his face. Yunho’s new and most likely knows little of pack loyalty - which is what Changmin’s banking on. It won’t be hard to lure Yunho to his side and with Yunho on his, Changmin is more or less sure that Jaejoong would follow.
“Don’t believe him Yunho,” Jaejoong manages to gasp out. He aims for the red wolf’s nose and the pressure on his throat lets up if only for a moment. “He just wants to toy with us before killing us.”
The red wolf recovers and swipes at Jaejoong whose face snaps to the side with an audible crack.
“Jaejoong!” Yunho yells when blood spews from Jaejoong’s mouth.
“So what do you say, Yunho?” Changmin asks. “It’s pretty obvious what Jaejoong’s decided for himself but it doesn’t have to be the same for you. He’s chosen to die; will you choose to live?”
Yunho cries out when the red wolf hits Jaejoong again, long red gashes forming on his face and chest. The wounds won’t heal, not with the silver still binding his wrists. Tears brim at Yunho’s eyes, threatening to fall from his dark lashes as he clutches at Changmin’s knee.
“Please…” he whimpers, eyes flitting between Jaejoong’s beaten form and looking up at Changmin imploringly. “Please don’t kill him. Please- I’ll join you. We’ll join you. Just please don’t. I-I’ll do anything. Anything. Just- please.”
Changmin whistles for the red wolf to stop. He looks down at Yunho with interest. “Anything?”
Yunho nods readily, the tears in his eyes falling with the movement of his head. Changmin follows one down the side of his face, his neck and chest. Anything, he’d said. Changmin knows of something.
“Heechul, back down,” he says to the red wolf. It does so slowly, even if Jaejoong doesn’t look like he could lift a finger. Then Changmin signals to Junsu to take his place. Heechul growls in discontent, his red eyes glowing in annoyance at being usurped.
“I’ll make it up to you later,” Junsu calls out as the red wolf skulks away. Heechul lets out a disdainful bark that says don’t even try.
“The rest of you,” Changmin says to the remaining wolves. “Leave us.” They follow his orders grudgingly, leaving the clearing. They’re out of sight but still there, hidden not too far in the trees - just in case.
He orders for the chains at Yunho’s wrists to be removed. Then Changmin pulls him up and leads him to his throne. “You want me to let him live when he so obviously would rather die. What can you do for me to grant you this favor?”
He sits on his throne with his legs spread wide, looking pointedly at his cock. Changmin is the king of subtlety.
Yunho’s eyes go wide as the implication sets in. “I-”
“Don’t.” Jaejoong calls out feebly. He moves to attack but it’s laughable. Junsu doesn’t even bother holding him back. Jaejoong hits the ground again with a thud.
“If you keep stalling, I won’t take his chains off. And if he can’t heal…” Changmin trails off. Yunho doesn’t need another word to understand.
Yunho sinks slowly to his knees, a stricken look in his eyes as he places his hands gingerly just above Changmin’s knee. His reticence stirs Changmin’s cock but his next words make Changmin go hard.
“I… I don’t know how.” Yunho says in a small voice. The hands on Changmin’s thighs are trembling. Changmin bites back a smile even as the beast inside him howls, urging him to shove his cock down Yunho’s throat. He soothes it with promises of doing just that but in a little while.
“Open your mouth and suck. Use your hand for what can’t fit.,” he instructs. “After that, be creative. If you please me, you save him and the pack will take you both. Should you fail, Junsu will finish him off and you, pretty, will be mine exclusively. Deal?”
Yunho’s only answer is a dip of his head and the slick warmth of lips at the tip of Changmin’s cock. Changmin sighs into the feeling; he’s feeling indulgent tonight. Victory has a way of lowering defenses and lulling him into a false sense of security, though brief. He tamps down the initial urge to thrust into the heat of Yunho’s mouth but doesn’t hesitate to let Yunho know what he wants.
“More. Open Wider.”
Fumbling, Yunho complies immediately. He’s clumsy and lacks technique, but persistent. He’s also a quick learner and realizes early on that while Changmin can control his face, he can’t deny his body’s reaction to Yunho’s mouth on his cock. As he gains confidence, Yunho’s grasp on Changmin’s thighs become less tentative and surer as Changmin lets him hear a pleased sound. In increments one of Yunho’s hands moves to curl loosely at the base of his cock. At the first tentative stroke Changmin gives in to the urge to move his hips. Yunho makes a sound at the sudden influx of cock but doesn’t pull back. Changmin thinks there’s hope for him yet.
He brushes the back of his hand over Yunho’s cheek and his eyes flutter upwards just as Changmin takes a hold of the back of his head. Changmin makes his intention apparent in his gaze and it’s the only warning Yunho gets before Changmin’s easing more of his cock down Yunho’s throat. The warning isn’t enough and Yunho chokes, the convulsing of his throat enough to make Changmin groan.
“Relax. Breathe through your nose.”
Yunho whimpers, shaking his head and pulling it back but Changmin doesn’t let up. He keeps a steady pressure on the back of Yunho’s head, stilling until Yunho can breathe again. He starts to suck again and Changmin lets him keep the pace, lets him bob his head instead of thrusting into his mouth. He guides one of Yunho’s hands to his balls, their fingers curling into each other as Changmin teaches Yunho what he likes. The pleasure builds like this, with simple ministrations and the lingering effects of the evening’s hunt. He’s nearing climax when a loud curse threatens to shatter the pressure about to overwhelm him.
“Fuck!”
Changmin cracks an eye open, past the haze of his impending orgasm to find Junsu bleeding in places he hadn’t been before. Long tracks of the chains still binding Jaejoong’s hands have imprinted themselves onto his side and there’s a curved gash from his brow to his cheek. Junsu’s eyes flash a dark purple, teeth bared as he pulls roughly on Jaejoong’s chains. The man tumbles forward onto his knees, planting face first onto the floor. The last thing Changmin sees before the pleasure explodes is Jaejoong’s ass in the air, ready and waiting.
Yunho’s nails dig painfully into his thighs as Changmin shoves all of his cock down Yunho’s throat. Yunho knows better by now and doesn’t try to pull away. He takes a breath when Changmin pulls out only to shove back in. It works for a couple of thrusts but it doesn’t prepare him for when Changmin’s cum starts to pulse into mouth. He chokes violently, cum spilling from his mouth and splattering over the tops of Changmin’s thighs.
“S-sorry,” Yunho says, voice hoarse as he looks up at Changmin with frightened eyes expecting retribution. Changmin doesn’t disappoint.
“As you should be,” Changmin answers with a stern face while hiding a small smile. “Now lick it up. You aren’t done yet.” Yunho nods fervently, eyes drowning in relief. It’s premature; Changmin’s got a few more ideas he wants to make into reality. As Yunho dips his head, tongue leaving wet patches of tingling skin around his groin, Changmin focuses his attention on more pressing matters.
In front of him, Junsu has Jaejoong on his knees with his hands pulled behind him at an unnatural angle. Junsu’s got a hold of his chains, pulling on them at random intervals and making Jaejoong cry out in pain. The look on Junsu’s face says he’s enjoying this a little too much, if his half hard cock wasn’t proof enough.
“Junsu.” Changmin says in warning when an obscene pop followed by Jaejoong’s hoarse cry of pain disturbs the quiet of the forest and the sound of Yunho lapping at his skin.
“What? He’ll heal.” Junsu reasons, abruptly letting go of his hold on Jaejoong’s chains. It pitches Jaejoong forward and he hits the ground with a thud, reeling in agony at his dislocated shoulder. “Feisty though, isn’t he? Are we really going to kill him? It’d be a waste if you ask me.”
“It’s a good thing no one’s asking you then,” Changmin quips. “Besides, no use sparing a man who so obviously wants to die.”
Fingers tighten on his thighs and below him Yunho makes a small sound. The look on his face as he meets Changmin’s gaze is something he’s starting to look forward to. Changmin lets out an exaggerated sigh.
“Fine then. I’ll give you one chance to change his mind and join us of his own accord. Use what I’ve just taught you to make him agree. If, afterwards, he’d still rather die…” Changmin shrugs. “Know that I won’t hesitate to let Junsu finish him off. Understood, pretty?”
“Yes,” Yunho answers, and it’s the first time Changmin hears him speak with something more than fear in his voice. The look on his face is still tragic, but there’s determination in the set of his mouth as he stands from between Changmin’s legs and walks to where Jaejoong huddles on the floor clutching at his shoulder.
“Stop. Don’t touch me!”
“Jaejoongie,” Yunho calls out softly, chained feet dragging behind him. He gets on all fours, reaching out to nuzzle Jaejoong with his nose. Jaejoong recoils when Yunho prods at his shoulder. Yunho stops touching him and looks back at Changmin with pleading eyes.
“Junsu.” Changmin says and signals for Jaejoong’s chains to be removed. Junsu hesitates, unsure, but Changmin is alpha and he knows better than to question his judgment.
“Joongie, no,” Yunho begs when Jaejoong struggles as Junsu tries for his chains. “Please? Don’t fight it. Please don’t fight it.”
“You don’t know what they want,” Jaejoong says vehemently, snapping at Junsu’s hands. “He’s already made you suck him off and you did it willingly, but do you have any idea what else they’ll make you do? Do you? You don’t. We’re better off dead.”
“No, Joongie, it wasn’t like that,” Yunho says. It was… he didn’t- it felt like…” he seems at a loss for words, speechless in a way that makes Changmin feel smug. He knows his own power, his own pull - he isn’t alpha without reason. Jaejoong manages to look skeptical despite his obvious pain.
“That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel - how they want you to feel. Don’t be a fool, Yunho. They’re going to kill us anyway; I’d rather we die with a little dignity.”
The chains are heavy in his hands and Jaejoong uses the weight to fend Junsu off the next time he approaches. Junsu growls at him, annoyed, and raises hand to strike the other man but Yunho comes between them.
“I won’t let us die, Joongie.” Yunho shakes his head, holds Jaejoong’s face in his hands and looks him in the eye. “After everything you’ve already done to get us here… after everything that’s happened…” he breaks off, seemingly unable to say anything more, expression contorted into something dark and unreadable. “Don’t die - please? Don’t leave me. Please, Joongie, don’t. Please please please…”
Changmin’s brows arch at the display but he doesn’t interrupt the exchange when Jaejoong seemed to be wavering. His gaze catches Junsu’s from across the forest floor and wordlessly the other man attempts to remove his chains. He resists, but only for a moment, Yunho’s entreaties and the pain radiating from his twisted shoulder ultimately winning out. With the bindings gone from his hands, Jaejoong’s skin begins to knit back into place, but the ones at his feet make the process slow and excruciating. He thrashes on the ground when his shoulder pops back into place, a long drawn out cry ripped from his throat. Yunho licks at the healing wounds one by one, moving steadily downwards until he’s kneeling between Jaeoong’s legs, his head level with Jaejoong’s crotch.
His cock is limp, the pain a little too much for pleasure to even start but Yunho isn’t fazed. This is something he’s wanted to do to Jaejoong for a while now - and more - but hadn’t had the chance to before things had gone horribly, horribly wrong. Now that he has the chance, no matter how dire their situation, Yunho isn’t going to pass it up.
Jaejoong tastes different from the wolf king: more raw and without the blood of dozens of others to sit salty sweet at the back of his tongue. Yunho takes him into his mouth before he goes fully hard and sucks him until he does. It’s an odd experience to feel Jaejoong lengthen in his mouth but he savors it, uses what he’s learned to make it good for him. Maybe it’s because he isn’t afraid of Jaejoong, but it’s easier this time around. Jaejoong’s cock fit in his mouth in a way the wolf king hadn’t. He isn’t as long but thicker. Breathing is still tricky but he doesn’t have to try so hard. He might even enjoy it.
Yunho likes the sounds Jaejoong makes when he mouths at the head and dips into the slit. He keeps a firm hold on Jaejoong’s hips, knowing what to expect when he sucks hard on his way up. His fingers wrap around what his mouth can’t reach and stroke in time with his tongue, licking circles around the tip. His own cock is starting to weigh heavily between his legs and he spreads his knees for comfort. It brushes the dirt floor and he moans involuntarily at the ghost touch. Jaejoong’s cock jumps in his mouth when he does and curiously, Yunho does it again. When he gets the same reaction, Yunho keeps moaning.
“Please tell me someone gets to fuck him.” Junsu’s words are low and closer to a growl more than anything. When he and the others had caught and subdued the two wolves from the rival pack, Yunho had only smelled like food: easy prey, pathetic and ready to be eaten. Who’d have thought the pup could be such slut?
“That’s not a bad idea.” Changmin isn’t indifferent to the cock-sucking in front of him. Without fear to rule him, Yunho is free to indulge Jaejoong with his mouth and there’s a certain charm to a willing cock sucker. But Changmin’s had enough of cock-sucking, not to mention tonight can’t be all about pleasure. Jaejoong’s agreed to have Yunho suck him off, but where his loyalties lie is still obscure.
“Enough, Yunho. It’s time for Jaejoong to make his final decision.” Jaejoong sits up, gasping when Yunho pulls away to look expectantly at Changmin. “Last chance. What say you?”
Jaejoong’s fists curl into his palm and he has obvious trouble getting out the words, but he says, “All right. We- I will join you.”
“Excellent choice,” Changmin says, unable to suppress a satisfied smile. Junsu mirrors the expression. Yunho sighs audibly in relief and Changmin can feel his smile widen. “But we aren’t done yet.”
Yunho looks at him in confusion and Jaejoong looks at him, instantly wary. Only Junsu seems to understand.
“Yunho has proven his obedience but not his loyalty. You, Jaejoong, have yet to prove anything.”
“We give you our word,” Jaejoong answers, breathing still ragged. He’s still hard.
“You know that’s not enough,” Changmin counters. Jaejoong had been next in line for alpha. It’s obvious he knows what’s needed but rebels against it. “You must pledge your bodies to the pack. To me.”
“You’ll have us service every member of your pack to gain acceptance?” Jaejoong scoffs. “You’d be worse than our last alpha.”
“Live long enough and maybe you’ll find out,” Changmin says, vaguely threatening. “But I didn’t mean that. What belongs to me belongs to the pack, so Junsu and myself will be enough for tonight.”
“For tonight?”
“Who you choose to fuck after that is your business, as long as I get to fuck when I want. Are we clear?” Jaejoong’s eyes flare green and his lips thin but he nods in understanding. “Good. Now bend Yunho over and get him ready for me. I want to fuck him.”
Jaejoong inhales sharply at the order and when he looks at Yunho, his eyes are as wide as saucers. “You want me to what? I can’t- ”
“Can’t or won’t?” Changmin cuts in, eyes narrowed ominously. “Answer carefully. This is a test of your obedience.”
Jaejoong bites his tongue against a retort. The look he gives Yunho begs him forgiveness. “Nothing. I’ll do it.”
“And me?” Junsu says, calling attention to himself. “You still owe me a reward, remember?”
Changmin rolls his eyes. “I do. I’m sure Jaejoong will be more than willing to offer you his ‘services’, won’t you Jaejoong?”
There’s a tense pause but ultimately Jaejoong’s answer is, “Yes.”
Changmin smiles and bids them to go on.
“Yunho-yah.” Jaejoong turns to him apologetic and full of remorse.
“It’s all right,” Yunho answers shakily. “It’s all right.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “It’s going to hurt.”
“Okay.” Yunho nods once and turns around. He stays on his knees but lowers himself onto his elbows, ass in the air and waits for Jaejoong’s next move. In a way this is easy for him. He wants to live and if this is what he has to do in order to achieve that then so be it. It helps that he wants Jaejoong too.
Jaejoong looks down at Yunho’s ass and his cock jumps. They were in a life or death situation, about to give themselves body and soul to a man they barely knew, and his cock jumps at the sight of Yunho’s upturned ass. A perverse pleasure he hadn’t even been aware of shoots up and down his spine, frying nerve endings and warming the blood in his veins. He reaches out to touch the tensed muscles of Yunho’s thighs and he’s doing this. He’s really doing this.
“Spread his legs. Wider. I want to be able to see what you’re doing.” Changmin says from his throne and Jaejoong catches himself just before he says something he shouldn’t. Jaejoong does as he’s told even if he doesn’t need instructions; it’s another test of his obedience. “How’s your shoulder?”
The question catches Jaejoong off guard. “Better.”
Changmin nods. “Touch him.”
Jaejoong doesn’t need to be told twice. He runs his hands down the perfection of Yunho’s thighs and feels the tense muscles tremble underneath the pads of his fingers. There’s a bruise on the side of his hip from when they’d been hauled earlier into the clearing. A thick pink line that had once been a bleeding gash curves into one buttock, a slowly healing reminder of when they’d tried to escape their captors. Pack members now. Supposed family. Jaejoong finds it hard to believe.
“… his cock. Stroke it. Make him hard.” Changmin’s words bring Jaejoong back into the present. He needs to focus. He wraps fingers around the base of Yunho’s cock but he’s already hard. A swipe at the tip shows he’s already leaking. Jaejoong plays with the head, pulling at it and spreading the cum. He wants to take out his hand and lick it, better yet bend over and return the favor by sucking Yunho’s cock but he can’t until Changmin tells him to. For now Jaejoong just enjoys the feel of Yunho’s cock in his hands.
Yunho shifts his weight onto his forearms; Jaejoong’s hand on his cock makes his limbs weak. He can barely keep quiet when Jaejoong presses the pad of one finger against the tip of his cock and his knees almost give out when he drags a nail across the slit. He can feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, prickly heat skittering over the hyper-sensitive surface of his skin. Yunho bites his lip against the overwhelming tide of pleasure that gathers at his cock with every stroke of Jaejoong’s hand. The wolf king runs this show and instinctively he knows he can’t come until he’s told to.
“Enough, Jaejoong.” It’s not the words that spike fear through the haze of his growing pleasure, but the way they’re said. The tone is too low and too gruff to be human. “Move away from him. Junsu, take his place.”
Jaejoong hesitates for a heartbeat, Yunho feels it by the way his fingers tighten around his cock. It’s almost too much and can’t hold back a whine when Jaejoong lets go, taking his hand with him. Yunho tries not to stiffen when Junsu moves in close, a different kind of heat from Jaejoong’s familiar warmth.
“Open him up. Use your tongue.”
The hands that touch him next are rougher, more callused but surprisingly gentle when they grasp his hips and pulls them up. His only warning is a gust of warm breath against the base of his spine before the slippery cool of an eager tongue runs itself between his cheeks. Yunho yelps; surprise has him scrambling at the dirt and losing his balance. When Junsu’s tongue stops to lick at his hole, Yunho can only press his forehead into the hard forest floor and squirm at the odd feeling. He misses something in between the minor discomfort of Junsu’s tongue poking into his ass and trying to decide if it feels good enough to stoke the flames of his earlier desire because all of a sudden Jaejoong’s lifting him back onto his forearms and pressing fingers against his mouth.
“Open wide, pretty,” the wolf king says in a tone more wolf than human. “Turn his head, Jaejoong. I want to see.”
Yunho follows the direction of Jaejoong’s fingers and sucks them into his mouth just as he looks up to meet the wolf king’s eyes. His breath catches when pupils drowning in blue fire hold his gaze instead of the deep brown that had snared him earlier. Yunho finds that the blue is even more fatal, hypnotic in the way it flashes from light blue to an indigo so dark it was almost black. He becomes aware of little else as those eyes continue to watch them. To watch him.
Suddenly the smell of the forest assaults his nose: earthy and green - alive. With it comes the scent of fur and wolf, things he’d only begun to get used to. It’s heightened by Jaejoong’s proximity and Junsu’s behind him. He can smell the others waiting just behind the trees, and the rest of the pack in another clearing not far away. The smell of blood is thick in the air but the smell of sex is thicker still. Combined with his sudden awareness of his surroundings it’s like nothing he’s ever smelled before. At the same time it’s warm and familiar - how Yunho imagines a home would have felt like if he’d ever had one. It unravels something inside him, a tight knot in his chest looped tighter and tighter over the years. It’s loosened all at once in a torrent of lust, the prospect of a future, security, and finally belonging somewhere.
Somehow, giving himself away and letting them use his body like this just gets easier and easier.
“That’s it, pretty. There you go,” Changmin murmurs as Yunho’s dark eyes lighten until they’re drowning in an amber blaze. The wolf inside him is looking for a home and it just so happens that Changmin has empty spaces he needs to fill. Jaejoong’s wolf is more stubborn, Changmin can feel it resisting the lure of power he’s dangling before it; it paces skittishly as Yunho answers Changmin’s call. But Jaejoong has more control over his beast and must be won over later. Changmin makes the pup his concern for the moment.
“Make them wet,” he instructs, his own wolf restless and circling as he continues to watch. “That’s all you’re going to get.”
Not for the first time Changmin’s cock jumps at the way Yunho readily follows his orders, with barely any hesitation. He opens wide, lets Changmin see his tongue curl obscenely around Jaejoong’s digits. Junsu chooses that moment to do something interesting with his tongue and Yunho’s resulting moan sends the rest of his blood straight for his cock. Yunho’s becoming more responsive, moving more freely and pushing his ass against Junsu’s probing tongue. He’s taken three of Jaejoong’s fingers into his mouth and sucks them with vigor, loud and hard. He’s fallen into the role of eager submissive so easily - so willingly - and that, above all else, is what makes Changmin want him more than anyone else.
“That’s good enough, Junsu. Come here. Jaejoong will continue that.” Changmin says, suddenly impatient.
Junsu, for all his antics, has an obedient streak. Displaying a rare bout of sense, he kneels between Changmin’s legs and takes Changmin’s hard cock into his mouth without preamble. Junsu makes it sloppy and wet, readying it for when Changmin fucks Yunho. As for Yunho, he’s a quick study. He sprawls his upper half onto the ground and raises his ass, knees spread wide, waiting, and ready. And Jaejoong, despite his stubbornness, doesn’t hesitate at his command. He looks lost for a moment, staring at his saliva slicked fingers as if they were foreign to him. He recovers quickly however, and proceeds to slip a careful finger into Yunho’s ass. Yunho whines at the intrusion but doesn’t let his body stiffen. It’s not enough.
“More. You can take more than that, can’t you, pretty?” The words come out like half a moan; Junsu’s always had a talented mouth. Yunho nods with a little whimper, his face half obscured by the forest floor.
“Good. Spread him wide,” Changmin pants as Jaejoong works two fingers into Yunho’s body. He can just imagine his cock replacing those fingers and his hips thrust deep into Junsu’s throat of their own accord. Changmin’s glad for Junsu’s considerable experience at sucking cock when he doesn’t choke, just moans loud enough for Changmin to feel the vibrations rock him to the core. He curls a fist into Junsu’s hair and forcibly pulls him off his cock. Changmin wants Yunho’s tight heat - to mark the pup and make him his.
“Yunho.” The name itself is a command. Not pretty or pup, but the man’s given name. Yunho answers the call just as satisfactorily as he’s done the whole night.
Jaejoong’s fingers slip out of him as he uses all fours to get to Changmin’s throne. His limbs are unsteady and his cock hangs swollen and heavy between his legs. Changmin watches it sway on the way to him and it’s all he can do not to grab Yunho and fuck him into the forest floor. He’ll do that of course, but not now. For now, this first time, he wants to fuck Yunho on his throne and use the power in it to brand him - make him his. He barks at Jaejoong and Junsu - barks because he’s a little too far gone for words now - to do with each other what they will. And then Yunho climbs into his lap and there isn’t much room for anything else after that.
Changmin manipulates Yunho’s limbs so that he straddled his thighs. Yunho seems to know what to expect, body pliant as Changmin aligns his cock with the entrance to Yunho’s body. Of his own accord, Yunho wraps his arms around Changmin’s neck to pull the weight off his lower half. It puts their faces only centimeters apart and somehow it’s more intimate than when Yunho had been sucking Changmin off. Changmin becomes fixated on Yunho’s plump lower lip the moment it comes into focus so he leans in and takes it between his teeth, dragging Yunho backward until his head hits the back of his throne. Changmin times their first kiss with his breach of Yunho’s body and swallows Yunho’s scream.
Yunho goes stiff in his embrace despite all the prep but there’s nothing Changmin can do about the pain. It’s both initiation and punishment; a must that couldn’t be overlooked. To his credit Yunho doesn’t try to shove him away, but Changmin tightens his hold on him regardless. He taps into the power of his throne and the wolf inside him, pacing and restless, drinks it down as it seeps into his skin. The wolf howls as it takes its fill, the sound resonating in Changmin’s ears. It sets off Yunho’s beast and suddenly the ghostly image of a great brown wolf shimmers just above Yunho’s skin. It howls back in answer to Changmin’s beast, coming out in another scream ripped from Yunho’s throat. But this time he’s screaming for a different reason.
Changmin melds their mouths together and gives the power another focus. He shoves it into Yunho’s body through his mouth and with every thrust of his hips into Yunho’s tight heat. The power is all flames and heat and instantly recognizes Yunho as weaker than itself: prey, either to be eaten or to be dominated. It burns its way in and out of Yunho’s body, muscles stretching and bones attempting to rearrange themselves into something the power could control. Yunho thrashes above him. He pushes and pulls, half-shifted claws appearing and disappearing in quick flashes but not before they marked Changmin’s skin.
Yunho is left to claw at Changmin’s shoulders, drawing blood with every swipe before Changmin twists his arms behind him. As much as Yunho’s obedience made him hard, there’s a different kind of thrill to having Yunho struggle against him. Changmin isn’t particularly brutal when it came to sex but this time he doesn’t hold back. The power needed an outlet but the silver chains at Yunho’s ankles kept him from bringing the huge brown wolf into reality. The only other alternative is to give the power another kind of release.
Forcefully, he pins Yunho’s arms to his sides while Yunho continues to struggle. His hands encompass not only Yunho’s wrists, but also his hips in a punishing grip. Changmin uses it to pull Yunho off his cock and shove him down again. Yunho’s face contorts into an expression of half pain and half pleasure before he arches back and howls. It’s a desperate sound, the wolf inside him begging for release. Around them, resounding howls follow and Changmin knows that the power isn’t just contained to the two of them. The smell of others in heat is heavy around them and out of the corner of his eye he can see Jaejoong on his back, one calf hiked onto Junsu’s shoulder as Junsu fucked him on the dirt.
“Almost there, pretty, almost there,” Changmin mutters against Yunho’s feverish skin. His hips have lost their rhythm and heat pools painfully in his cock. Yunho’s no longer struggling against him but meeting his every thrust. He’s leaned back and taken to dropping onto Changmin’s cock, searching for an angle that’ll tip him over the edge. Changmin helps by shifting lower in his seat and taking the weight of Yunho’s upper half. Yunho’s arms wrap instinctively around Changmin’s shoulders and meet Changmin’s thrusts half way.
He’s whining into Changmin’s ear, incoherent words and frantic whispers of, “Please please please,” going past the roar of blood in his ears. It’s hard to deny begging like that when it’s accompanied by pleading nuzzles to his neck and the reflexive tightening of Yunho’s muscles around his cock. The new angle proves effective and Changmin can’t deny Yunho at all. Changmin’s fingers dig bruises into Yunho’s ass as the heat starts to unravel quickly. He reaches under, fingers brushing against where his cock connects with Yunho’s body and presses in. Yunho keens, his body clenching as orgasm wracks his body in near-violent spasms. Changmin’s groan is quieter but his release is no less potent.
The power throws him for a loop, taking Yunho with him as they dive into a black oblivion of sexual gratification. As he comes, Changmin can feel his wolf break free of its internal bindings and race towards the surface. It crashes into skin like a physical force, jerking him forward and into Yunho’s body in one last powerful thrust enough to make Yunho scream once more. Instead of taking a physical shape it stays in corporeal form but doesn’t stay still. Changmin’s wolf supersedes his body and engages Yunho’s beast so that the two wolves rolled together in the space between them.
The meeting is warm, warmer than the cum that coats his abdomen and leaks from Yunho’s ass. It’s a perfect after effect for their explosive coupling, a connection between a wolf and his alpha that exceeded mere sex. It’s familiar and comforting, something he’s sure is a foreign concept to Yunho if the pup’s fidgeting atop him is any indication. He quiets Yunho with a reassuring stroke of his ass and Yunho moans in response.
Yunho slumps against Changmin’s chest and pressing little licks and kisses to the back of Changmin’s ear and neck. Changmin strokes at the dip in Yunho’s lower back as he watches Junsu and Jaejoong finish in front of him. Junsu’s loud keen disturbs the quiet of the forest for a long moment before it’s followed by Jaejoong’s lusty cry of release. Yunho’s cock hardens at the sound, poking Changmin in the stomach.
“Interesting,” Changmin observes curiously. Yunho merely buries his face into Changmin’s neck to hide his face. Changmin chuckles.
“Relax, pretty, you’re mine now.” He says, and he means it. He watches Jaejoong, panting beneath Junsu’s half-slumped form and knows the sentiment is extended. With Jaejoong’s tempestuous attitude and Yunho’s obedient one, they’d make a fine addition to the pack. Besides, no one would dare go up against the alpha’s decision.
In any case, Changmin will save those troubles for the morrow.
A/N: written for vaguelynormal as usual because she serves as muse/instigator. LOL she’s the only one who seems to be able to get fic out of me these days :D Also, I am quite aware of Yoochun missing. I couldn’t fit him in anywhere without making him irrelevant :/ anyway, will maybe write more for this.
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