Acts of Insurrection (4/20)
Title: Acts of Insurrection (4/20)
Authors: butterflyweb and nemesis_cry
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OT5
Warning(s): violence, graphic sex, language
Summary: It's been six months since Changmin crashed on the remote planet known as Elysia. Five months since Yunho and Junsu found him. Four months since Jaejoong was shot by a man he and Yoochun both trusted. Now training as the Empress' men, former soldiers and former rebels have shed past allegiances in service of a common goal. But the tide is turning--and not in their favor.
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A/N: Thank you for all your wonderful feedback for the first part. We hope you enjoy this one!
Prequel: Acts of Contrition
Acts of Insurrection: One; Two; Three
Chapter Four
Contrary to popular idiom, what doesn’t kill you, doesn’t always make you stronger, Junsu decides, striding down the streets of that little village in Elysia where he once saw the first signs of hope. Much has changed. Commerce is booming and every house is alive. Forrest and town are one and the same and they’re crawling with life.
The Empress makes port here. And so do her five knights, apparently. Popular idiom seems to be wrong about a lot of things lately.
“A room for the night,” he asks the same innkeeper he met a year ago. The man doesn’t remember him, but he recognizes his voice, his face. He’s one of her Majesty’s men and that means a lot now on rebel-infested Elysia.
“Our best,” the innkeeper offers, watching the other four enter behind him. Yes, he must be one of Her knights. They’re said to be five. They’re said to bring hope for the Imperialists.
Junsu wants to shake these people to the foundations of their hearts. Don’t they realise they’re just trading one idol for another? If it’s not the Guard they idealize, it’s another figurehead, still made of flesh and blood and the metal that those bounty hunters blew to pieces.
Surviving the attack has left the Cerberus hurting for parts and with little option but to make port, against all entreaties on Yunho’s part. They should’ve engaged. They should’ve fought back. It’s not just a pilot’s ego talking, it’s common sense. To lie low is to appear weak.
He tosses the key to Jaejoong with a smirk, seeing how the other man’s hands trail down Changmin’s hips, suggestive and purposeful. Tension over one near-death experience needs to be released somehow. For his part, Junsu hesitates a moment. The others don’t disturb him as he lingers, though he knows that it’ll take minutes for one to come back and check on him if he stays too long.
The more things on Elysia have changed, the more they are surprisingly the same. Whores abound and music playing, alcohol flows and a cheerful atmosphere reigns as if they’re not preparing for a war, as if they’re not violating laws that are punishable by death by simply setting foot on this rock. He doesn’t get it.
A drink is placed in front of him at the bar.
“I didn’t order this,” he states pointedly, glancing from it to the bartender.
“That young man over there did. Said it was for Her Majesty’s man.”
Months ago, in a different setting, Junsu would’ve been likely to shoot anyone who spoke to him this way. Now, he takes the drink because he knows better than to cause rumors.
“Thanks,” he mouths to the man in question, his painted red hair like something out of the illegal videos he once saw on Piraeus. Apparently that’s sign that he wants to talk, because he’s approached unceremoniously, flirty thin lips and wide, presumably innocent eyes accompanying a question.
“Are you really Kim Junsu?”
Strange, he never wanted to be treated as a star. That role has always been Changmin’s
“You’re so much younger than I thought,” the breathy, unmistakeably male voice tells him, clinking their glasses together. “The things you must’ve seen…”
But Junsu isn’t as forthcoming as expected. He drains his glass, nods his thanks and makes some pathetic excuse about being tired before withdrawing. Stories and fables of his exploits aren’t something he feels he has any right to, nor something these people should expect from him. He’s not a war hero. If anything, he’s a glorified traitor.
Then again, if the stories he’s heard are true, this whole movement is based around such a person.
Too tired to consider the instinct telling him that something's amiss, Junsu’s last thought is for everything that can possible go wrong on Elysia. After all, the last time he was here, he got thrown into a cell. Almost a year has passed, and now he's treated like royalty. The differences are as unnerving as they are worrying. He escapes the inn’s main floor and the none-too-subtle stares in search of the room above, of the stability he knows he'll find there.
Unlike on the Cerberus, the walls here are paper-thin and many guests make for little privacy. If he hadn't lived on the Acheron for years before, Junsu thinks he would be blushing.
No one asks who it is when he twists the handle, but he imagines a gun being cocked, just in case, and enters cautiously. Yoochun relaxes against the mattress, his left hand hidden from view. Jaejoong simply smirks before resuming his task of undressing a glassy-eyed Changmin.
Fingers working the stubborn buckle of the younger man's belt, Jaejoong presses a kiss to that wide mouth before letting his gaze return to Junsu, taking in heavy-lidded eyes. "You look like you need sleep, SuSu," he chastises, a smile still playing about the corners of his mouth. Dark hair slips over his shoulder as he works trousers over thin hips, amused that Changmin is tired enough to offer no help or resistance.
"Chunnie, take care of him."
Yoochun grins, standing from the bed with the kind of fluidity that you wouldn't expect from a man of his stature and strength. He crosses the room in three long strides until he can pin Junsu to the door with his hands and hips, careful to avoid the doorknob for fear of causing him any discomfort. "What do you say, Su-ah? Feeling tired?" His grin is mischievous but not totally lustful. Some measure of concern survives, clinging to his lips like the words do, all soft tones and melodious accent.
Junsu shakes his head with a grin of his own. "You heard what Jae said, you'd better take care of me."
Yoochun calls him something he doesn't know the meaning of, but the word's said with a sweet enough smile that he lets it go. For now. The other man hooks his fingers under Junsu's shirt, tugging it up enough to bare his stomach, fingers teasing above the line of his belt.
"Always, Su-ah." A sucking kiss to his neck draws a yelp from the shorter man's lips, fading into a groan.
Over Yoochun's shoulder, he can see Jaejoong and Changmin kiss, can see the way Yunho touches Jaejoong's hip, the dark look in the former captain's eyes, and suddenly knows he should be there, with them.
"Yoochun," he stutters as skilled fingers cup him through his pants. "Please--we...I need..."
"Shh," Yoochun murmurs, kissing the soft curve of his jaw, soothing. "I know." He doesn't release the younger man from his embrace, nor from the kiss he pulls him into, walking him back towards the bed. The backs of Junsu's knees hit first, Yoochun following him down to the mattress, crawling onto his lap.
They kiss breathlessly, desire thrumming through their bodies, each moment trembling sweet, trembling with pent-up need. On the Cerberus, they have their rhythm, like clockwork, like rotation in the squadron. Out here, with hard, solid ground beneath their feet, Junsu feels out of step.
Jaejoong catches his gaze, mouth parted over the solid expanse of Changmin's chest, the youngest's own mouth occupied with Yunho's. A hand reaches to tangle with Junsu's, fingers lacing together, thumb stroking his palm. He knows the other man misses the freedom of space, even if he can't understand the longing himself.
There's comfort in their joined hands, and Yoochun smiles when he sees it, letting his lovers touch even as he trails kisses over Junsu's abdomen and back up again, a rush of warmth coursing through him when he sees Changmin's fingers in the pilot's hair, stroking over dignified cheekbones and a full bottom lip.
Yunho draws himself back on his haunches, pressing his lips to the small of Jaejoong's back. "I want you," he whispers, but it's loud enough to be heard by all four men.
Making Changmin shiver with a swipe of his tongue, Jaejoong grins, hiding it against warm skin. "Then take me," he murmurs, the words almost a purr, dropping his hands to the mattress for support.
A hand presses him down into Changmin's arms roughly, Yunho allowing himself the rare chance to be more definite about what he wants, about who he wants. There's no complaint, although he has a feeling that perhaps Jaejoong's the last to complain about being treated brutally, so he experiments. Memories of Yoochun's body bent over just like this pass before his eyes as he works confining clothes from his body.
"Like this?" he presses, one arm tugging Jaejoong back by the waist, dragging him against his straining erection. "Want me to take you like this?" It's been months and still, he can't quite gouge who Jaejoong is, beyond the loving persona, the warm, attentive lover who shares his bed. He finds he needs to know.
The sudden movement of being pulled back flush against a man's chest, hardness pressed against his hip leaves Jaejoong gasping, head tilted back against Yunho's shoulder. Licking parted lips, his eyes close, relaxing against the other's solid form.
"How do you want me, Jae?" comes the insistent question, words poured into his ear, demanding but soft as he slips a hand between strong thighs to tease the other man's entrance. There's no resistance but no reply either, not for a few moments, and Yunho feels the other's body sag against his slowly, as if resigned.
"I want what you'll give me," comes the soft reply.
Something in Changmin's eyes, a frown maybe, demands to be noted, before the younger man sits up, his lips an inch away from Jaejoong's. "You're trembling."
Jaejoong doesn't reply, gaze lowered and to the side, something like a smile still on the edge of his lips. But Changmin's soft accusation catches Yoochun's ear, raising his head from Junsu's chest, dark eyes fixed on the other man. He says something the rest do not understand, the quiet urgency of a question apparent in the tones.
A shake of the head, but otherwise, Jaejoong is perfectly still.
Then Junsu takes his hand, draws the digits to his lips and smiles. "Relax. It's our turn to take care of you."
Yunho mouths the soft skin of a pale neck, moving his hands to Jaejoong's cock instead. "Relax," he repeats. "I've got you."
A soft noise falls from Jaejoong's lips at the touches, gentle yet sensual, Yunho's grasp on him steady and slow. Changmin's hands stroke the tension from his thighs, push his hair from his face, trace Jaejoong's mouth with quiet, youthful intensity. A gasp becomes a soft groan, letting Changmin's thumb slip between his lips briefly before drawing back, contentment washing over formerly blank features.
Yunho's hands turn insistent, stroking rapidly, bringing pleasure and wringing moans from both men as his hand finds Changmin's and presses it to heated skin. Help me, the gesture says, silent but nevertheless there.
He gets a smirk in response, and the press of a familiar vial against his thigh. Yoochun trails it between two fingers, leaving a round imprint into Yunho's leg. He arches an eyebrow.
"Let Changmin do it," comes the playful suggestion from the younger man.
Changmin bites his lip, taking the vial from Yoochun's fingers, watching as Yoochun trails them down Yunho's leg before returning his attention to Junsu, pinning slim wrists to the mattress. He moves to his knees, his own erection giving a dull throb and he coats his fingers with the oil, slipping a hand between Jae's legs, keeping a careful, watchful eye on the other's features. Jae slips from them so easily sometimes. He doesn't want it to happen now.
Beside them, Junsu moans loudly. "Yoochun, please..." It's not begging, it's a demand. "Don't tease me."
Yoochun's response is another roll of his hips, pressing into his, driving him higher and higher with every thrust. "You're enjoying it, Su-ah, aren't you?"
"Bastard," Junsu half-growls, half-laughs, arching into the other man, desperately trying to get closer.
Changmin smiles at them, leaning forward to kiss Jaejoong, Yunho in turn, working a finger inside the other man, the noise he makes sending a shiver through Changmin.
Amused, Yunho hides his grin in the dark mane of Jaejoong's hair, stroking his cock with deft strokes and a curving of his wrist as it slips between his thighs to his sack. With each movement of Changmin's fingers into Jaejoong's body, he feels his own erection ache with need. He shudders with a clench of his teeth, biting the last symbols of his tattoo.
The moan it drags from Jaejoong's lips almost undoes him, but it's worth it to hear such unrestrained pleasure from the other man. Yunho tugs him into a firm kiss, tongue parting full lips. Changmin's breath catches at the sight, withdrawing his fingers from Jaejoong's body, moving to slick Yunho's erection. Oil-slick hands return to his own form, wrapping his fingers around his cock.
Yunho nearly comes from the sight of him, all tanned skin and strong, tight muscle contracting and relaxing with every stroke of his hand. He times his thrusts with Changmin's movements, slowly moving to take Jaejoong.
A loud cry breaks the silence, Jaejoong's body sagging forward into Changmin's arms. The youngest slides a protective arm around him, holding him close even as he doesn't cease the movement of his hand, Jaejoong's mouth on his shoulder only serving to drive him further on. Yunho is panting roughly, sinking inside the other man with his hands tight on slim hips and Changmin feels his mouth go dry.
"Gods, Jaejoong..."
Yoochun whispers something in their language, something that makes their lover arch his spine like a cat and moan, his eyes closed and head thrown back, the picture of ecstasy.
Junsu sits up on his elbows, chest heaving as he drags Yoochun's attention back to him. "What did you say to him?"
A smile.
"That I love him. That Yunho loves him." The older man leans over him, digging the vial up effortlessly from amongst the sheets, slicking his fingers and reaching between Junsu's legs. "Want me to show you how much I love you, Su-ah?"
Nodding desperately, Junsu gasps. "Show me, Gods, yes, show me--" His hand tightens its hold around the base of his cock, tying to stave off an orgasm. Lips parting as two skilled digits fill him slowly, he closes his eyes, lets himself be taken care of as Jaejoong always insists he should, before the older man comes to mind and he turns to search his gaze, to see the pleasure drawn there.
Their rhythm is slow and deep, every thrust drawing a whimper from Jaejoong's throat, his lips parted to allow harsh breaths as Yunho fills him again and again. A hand is splayed possessively over his chest, the other curled around Jaejoong's length.
Changmin watches them with fascination, eyes heavy and dark with lust as he touches himself, Jaejoong's hands skimming over his thighs, through his hair.
They're beautiful, so much so that Junsu doesn't even notice the noises he himself is making as Yoochun strokes him from inside, sliding a third finger in to join the others, brushing against that spot inside that has Junsu arching into his touch.
Yoohun smirks, curling his fingers upwards, searching until he feels Junsu shudder, until he's drawn his attention away from the other three men. "Good?" he grins, leaning down to capture the other man's erection between his lips.
"I..." A groan cuts him off, harsh pants falling from his lips. "Yoochun...if you're not...in me...three seconds...kill you..."
It's Jaejoong who laughs upon hearing him, the sound somewhat choked as Yunho's hips thrust into him right then and the other man chooses that moment to return Yoochun's teasing touches to his hip. "Make him scream," he advises, gaze intense as he takes Yoochun's lips with his own. "Make him scream your name."
Yoochun pulls back, breathless and eyes glittering, refocusing his attention on his neglected lover, crooking his fingers inside Junsu once more, listening to the other man's choked exhalation before withdrawing them, sliding an oiled hand over his erection and pushing up Junsu's knees. Hooking his arms under the other man's legs, he positions himself and begins to push in, teeth digging into his lower lip.
Slow, it has to be slow, no matter who he's with, no matter if it's Jaejoong's choked pleas that he move faster or Junsu's empty threats. He has to be careful with them the way Yunho is, the way he's seen the older man restrain himself until he can't anymore, suspending his own pleasure for his lovers. It's a quality he seldom envies, except now, in moments like these, when his mind wants one thing and his body another. It's a fine line and he fears he might stray, especially with Yunho's words in his ear, with Junsu's gasps encouraging him.
"Feels good?" he breathes, slick fingers wrapping around the other man's erection and working up to a fast rhythm.
Junsu just closes his eyes in response, head tilting back and short, soft noises falling from his lips with every breath. His knuckles are white, fingers clenching the sheets like they'll tear holes and he's so, so hot around him that for a moment, Yoochun can't think. In the next, he's thrusting into him, sliding an arm around Junsu's waist, pulling him up and close, swallowing Junsu's groan at the change in angle with a fierce kiss.
If Junsu cries out, the sound is lost into inviting, possessing lips and Yoochun's embrace, his cock hot and heavy between their bodies and he's so close, he's waited so long, he needs this, them so much...
Next to them, Jaejoong gives a hoarse cry, something between Basic and his own dialect, the words blending together as he arches back and Changmin's hands accompany his own efforts, Yunho's efforts, in taking him over the edge swiftly if not wholly painlessly.
Changmin follows him at the sight, breathing raggedly, leaning forward to bring their mouths together, come slick on his hand. "Love you," he pants against the line of Jaejoong's jaw, eyes closed and trembling with the aftershock.
Jaejoong replies just as softly, the words natural even as he shakes with Yunho's final thrusts into his body before the other man gasps, arms tightening around Jaejoong's body for one long, interminable moment before he falls forward, pinning them to Changmin's embrace.
"Gods..." Yunho gasps out, though the divine has nothing to do with it, as Junsu knows well. This is all real and human and true, now, at this very moment. He muffles his own cries and whimpers into Yoochun's mouth, feeling the sharp thrusts of the older man's hips pulsate fast and hard into him, hitting that spot inside him again and again until he can't hold back any longer.
He comes with a low cry, Yoochun's name on his lips, blunt nails digging into the other man's skin. He rests his forehead on a broad shoulder, weak, clutching the other man as Yoochun rocks into him once, twice more before following with a choked gasp.
For a long moment, there's only the sound of harsh breathing and the soft press of lips on skin.
He's laid down by strong, caring arms that soothe even as he feels Yoochun pull out and leave him bereft and aching. It's the best sort of pain he can hope for and he takes comfort in the slight throb, in the way his body refuses to move. He doesn't have to. Jaejoong's warm body cuddles up to him, slipping over Changmin's as the younger man passes a washcloth, all habit and routine in the aftermath of an act that will never become either.
They take care of him.
And he lets them.
Authors: butterflyweb and nemesis_cry
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OT5
Warning(s): violence, graphic sex, language
Summary: It's been six months since Changmin crashed on the remote planet known as Elysia. Five months since Yunho and Junsu found him. Four months since Jaejoong was shot by a man he and Yoochun both trusted. Now training as the Empress' men, former soldiers and former rebels have shed past allegiances in service of a common goal. But the tide is turning--and not in their favor.
Banner credit: luvmeanddespair
A/N: Thank you for all your wonderful feedback for the first part. We hope you enjoy this one!
Prequel: Acts of Contrition
Acts of Insurrection: One; Two; Three
Chapter Four
Contrary to popular idiom, what doesn’t kill you, doesn’t always make you stronger, Junsu decides, striding down the streets of that little village in Elysia where he once saw the first signs of hope. Much has changed. Commerce is booming and every house is alive. Forrest and town are one and the same and they’re crawling with life.
The Empress makes port here. And so do her five knights, apparently. Popular idiom seems to be wrong about a lot of things lately.
“A room for the night,” he asks the same innkeeper he met a year ago. The man doesn’t remember him, but he recognizes his voice, his face. He’s one of her Majesty’s men and that means a lot now on rebel-infested Elysia.
“Our best,” the innkeeper offers, watching the other four enter behind him. Yes, he must be one of Her knights. They’re said to be five. They’re said to bring hope for the Imperialists.
Junsu wants to shake these people to the foundations of their hearts. Don’t they realise they’re just trading one idol for another? If it’s not the Guard they idealize, it’s another figurehead, still made of flesh and blood and the metal that those bounty hunters blew to pieces.
Surviving the attack has left the Cerberus hurting for parts and with little option but to make port, against all entreaties on Yunho’s part. They should’ve engaged. They should’ve fought back. It’s not just a pilot’s ego talking, it’s common sense. To lie low is to appear weak.
He tosses the key to Jaejoong with a smirk, seeing how the other man’s hands trail down Changmin’s hips, suggestive and purposeful. Tension over one near-death experience needs to be released somehow. For his part, Junsu hesitates a moment. The others don’t disturb him as he lingers, though he knows that it’ll take minutes for one to come back and check on him if he stays too long.
The more things on Elysia have changed, the more they are surprisingly the same. Whores abound and music playing, alcohol flows and a cheerful atmosphere reigns as if they’re not preparing for a war, as if they’re not violating laws that are punishable by death by simply setting foot on this rock. He doesn’t get it.
A drink is placed in front of him at the bar.
“I didn’t order this,” he states pointedly, glancing from it to the bartender.
“That young man over there did. Said it was for Her Majesty’s man.”
Months ago, in a different setting, Junsu would’ve been likely to shoot anyone who spoke to him this way. Now, he takes the drink because he knows better than to cause rumors.
“Thanks,” he mouths to the man in question, his painted red hair like something out of the illegal videos he once saw on Piraeus. Apparently that’s sign that he wants to talk, because he’s approached unceremoniously, flirty thin lips and wide, presumably innocent eyes accompanying a question.
“Are you really Kim Junsu?”
Strange, he never wanted to be treated as a star. That role has always been Changmin’s
“You’re so much younger than I thought,” the breathy, unmistakeably male voice tells him, clinking their glasses together. “The things you must’ve seen…”
But Junsu isn’t as forthcoming as expected. He drains his glass, nods his thanks and makes some pathetic excuse about being tired before withdrawing. Stories and fables of his exploits aren’t something he feels he has any right to, nor something these people should expect from him. He’s not a war hero. If anything, he’s a glorified traitor.
Then again, if the stories he’s heard are true, this whole movement is based around such a person.
Too tired to consider the instinct telling him that something's amiss, Junsu’s last thought is for everything that can possible go wrong on Elysia. After all, the last time he was here, he got thrown into a cell. Almost a year has passed, and now he's treated like royalty. The differences are as unnerving as they are worrying. He escapes the inn’s main floor and the none-too-subtle stares in search of the room above, of the stability he knows he'll find there.
Unlike on the Cerberus, the walls here are paper-thin and many guests make for little privacy. If he hadn't lived on the Acheron for years before, Junsu thinks he would be blushing.
No one asks who it is when he twists the handle, but he imagines a gun being cocked, just in case, and enters cautiously. Yoochun relaxes against the mattress, his left hand hidden from view. Jaejoong simply smirks before resuming his task of undressing a glassy-eyed Changmin.
Fingers working the stubborn buckle of the younger man's belt, Jaejoong presses a kiss to that wide mouth before letting his gaze return to Junsu, taking in heavy-lidded eyes. "You look like you need sleep, SuSu," he chastises, a smile still playing about the corners of his mouth. Dark hair slips over his shoulder as he works trousers over thin hips, amused that Changmin is tired enough to offer no help or resistance.
"Chunnie, take care of him."
Yoochun grins, standing from the bed with the kind of fluidity that you wouldn't expect from a man of his stature and strength. He crosses the room in three long strides until he can pin Junsu to the door with his hands and hips, careful to avoid the doorknob for fear of causing him any discomfort. "What do you say, Su-ah? Feeling tired?" His grin is mischievous but not totally lustful. Some measure of concern survives, clinging to his lips like the words do, all soft tones and melodious accent.
Junsu shakes his head with a grin of his own. "You heard what Jae said, you'd better take care of me."
Yoochun calls him something he doesn't know the meaning of, but the word's said with a sweet enough smile that he lets it go. For now. The other man hooks his fingers under Junsu's shirt, tugging it up enough to bare his stomach, fingers teasing above the line of his belt.
"Always, Su-ah." A sucking kiss to his neck draws a yelp from the shorter man's lips, fading into a groan.
Over Yoochun's shoulder, he can see Jaejoong and Changmin kiss, can see the way Yunho touches Jaejoong's hip, the dark look in the former captain's eyes, and suddenly knows he should be there, with them.
"Yoochun," he stutters as skilled fingers cup him through his pants. "Please--we...I need..."
"Shh," Yoochun murmurs, kissing the soft curve of his jaw, soothing. "I know." He doesn't release the younger man from his embrace, nor from the kiss he pulls him into, walking him back towards the bed. The backs of Junsu's knees hit first, Yoochun following him down to the mattress, crawling onto his lap.
They kiss breathlessly, desire thrumming through their bodies, each moment trembling sweet, trembling with pent-up need. On the Cerberus, they have their rhythm, like clockwork, like rotation in the squadron. Out here, with hard, solid ground beneath their feet, Junsu feels out of step.
Jaejoong catches his gaze, mouth parted over the solid expanse of Changmin's chest, the youngest's own mouth occupied with Yunho's. A hand reaches to tangle with Junsu's, fingers lacing together, thumb stroking his palm. He knows the other man misses the freedom of space, even if he can't understand the longing himself.
There's comfort in their joined hands, and Yoochun smiles when he sees it, letting his lovers touch even as he trails kisses over Junsu's abdomen and back up again, a rush of warmth coursing through him when he sees Changmin's fingers in the pilot's hair, stroking over dignified cheekbones and a full bottom lip.
Yunho draws himself back on his haunches, pressing his lips to the small of Jaejoong's back. "I want you," he whispers, but it's loud enough to be heard by all four men.
Making Changmin shiver with a swipe of his tongue, Jaejoong grins, hiding it against warm skin. "Then take me," he murmurs, the words almost a purr, dropping his hands to the mattress for support.
A hand presses him down into Changmin's arms roughly, Yunho allowing himself the rare chance to be more definite about what he wants, about who he wants. There's no complaint, although he has a feeling that perhaps Jaejoong's the last to complain about being treated brutally, so he experiments. Memories of Yoochun's body bent over just like this pass before his eyes as he works confining clothes from his body.
"Like this?" he presses, one arm tugging Jaejoong back by the waist, dragging him against his straining erection. "Want me to take you like this?" It's been months and still, he can't quite gouge who Jaejoong is, beyond the loving persona, the warm, attentive lover who shares his bed. He finds he needs to know.
The sudden movement of being pulled back flush against a man's chest, hardness pressed against his hip leaves Jaejoong gasping, head tilted back against Yunho's shoulder. Licking parted lips, his eyes close, relaxing against the other's solid form.
"How do you want me, Jae?" comes the insistent question, words poured into his ear, demanding but soft as he slips a hand between strong thighs to tease the other man's entrance. There's no resistance but no reply either, not for a few moments, and Yunho feels the other's body sag against his slowly, as if resigned.
"I want what you'll give me," comes the soft reply.
Something in Changmin's eyes, a frown maybe, demands to be noted, before the younger man sits up, his lips an inch away from Jaejoong's. "You're trembling."
Jaejoong doesn't reply, gaze lowered and to the side, something like a smile still on the edge of his lips. But Changmin's soft accusation catches Yoochun's ear, raising his head from Junsu's chest, dark eyes fixed on the other man. He says something the rest do not understand, the quiet urgency of a question apparent in the tones.
A shake of the head, but otherwise, Jaejoong is perfectly still.
Then Junsu takes his hand, draws the digits to his lips and smiles. "Relax. It's our turn to take care of you."
Yunho mouths the soft skin of a pale neck, moving his hands to Jaejoong's cock instead. "Relax," he repeats. "I've got you."
A soft noise falls from Jaejoong's lips at the touches, gentle yet sensual, Yunho's grasp on him steady and slow. Changmin's hands stroke the tension from his thighs, push his hair from his face, trace Jaejoong's mouth with quiet, youthful intensity. A gasp becomes a soft groan, letting Changmin's thumb slip between his lips briefly before drawing back, contentment washing over formerly blank features.
Yunho's hands turn insistent, stroking rapidly, bringing pleasure and wringing moans from both men as his hand finds Changmin's and presses it to heated skin. Help me, the gesture says, silent but nevertheless there.
He gets a smirk in response, and the press of a familiar vial against his thigh. Yoochun trails it between two fingers, leaving a round imprint into Yunho's leg. He arches an eyebrow.
"Let Changmin do it," comes the playful suggestion from the younger man.
Changmin bites his lip, taking the vial from Yoochun's fingers, watching as Yoochun trails them down Yunho's leg before returning his attention to Junsu, pinning slim wrists to the mattress. He moves to his knees, his own erection giving a dull throb and he coats his fingers with the oil, slipping a hand between Jae's legs, keeping a careful, watchful eye on the other's features. Jae slips from them so easily sometimes. He doesn't want it to happen now.
Beside them, Junsu moans loudly. "Yoochun, please..." It's not begging, it's a demand. "Don't tease me."
Yoochun's response is another roll of his hips, pressing into his, driving him higher and higher with every thrust. "You're enjoying it, Su-ah, aren't you?"
"Bastard," Junsu half-growls, half-laughs, arching into the other man, desperately trying to get closer.
Changmin smiles at them, leaning forward to kiss Jaejoong, Yunho in turn, working a finger inside the other man, the noise he makes sending a shiver through Changmin.
Amused, Yunho hides his grin in the dark mane of Jaejoong's hair, stroking his cock with deft strokes and a curving of his wrist as it slips between his thighs to his sack. With each movement of Changmin's fingers into Jaejoong's body, he feels his own erection ache with need. He shudders with a clench of his teeth, biting the last symbols of his tattoo.
The moan it drags from Jaejoong's lips almost undoes him, but it's worth it to hear such unrestrained pleasure from the other man. Yunho tugs him into a firm kiss, tongue parting full lips. Changmin's breath catches at the sight, withdrawing his fingers from Jaejoong's body, moving to slick Yunho's erection. Oil-slick hands return to his own form, wrapping his fingers around his cock.
Yunho nearly comes from the sight of him, all tanned skin and strong, tight muscle contracting and relaxing with every stroke of his hand. He times his thrusts with Changmin's movements, slowly moving to take Jaejoong.
A loud cry breaks the silence, Jaejoong's body sagging forward into Changmin's arms. The youngest slides a protective arm around him, holding him close even as he doesn't cease the movement of his hand, Jaejoong's mouth on his shoulder only serving to drive him further on. Yunho is panting roughly, sinking inside the other man with his hands tight on slim hips and Changmin feels his mouth go dry.
"Gods, Jaejoong..."
Yoochun whispers something in their language, something that makes their lover arch his spine like a cat and moan, his eyes closed and head thrown back, the picture of ecstasy.
Junsu sits up on his elbows, chest heaving as he drags Yoochun's attention back to him. "What did you say to him?"
A smile.
"That I love him. That Yunho loves him." The older man leans over him, digging the vial up effortlessly from amongst the sheets, slicking his fingers and reaching between Junsu's legs. "Want me to show you how much I love you, Su-ah?"
Nodding desperately, Junsu gasps. "Show me, Gods, yes, show me--" His hand tightens its hold around the base of his cock, tying to stave off an orgasm. Lips parting as two skilled digits fill him slowly, he closes his eyes, lets himself be taken care of as Jaejoong always insists he should, before the older man comes to mind and he turns to search his gaze, to see the pleasure drawn there.
Their rhythm is slow and deep, every thrust drawing a whimper from Jaejoong's throat, his lips parted to allow harsh breaths as Yunho fills him again and again. A hand is splayed possessively over his chest, the other curled around Jaejoong's length.
Changmin watches them with fascination, eyes heavy and dark with lust as he touches himself, Jaejoong's hands skimming over his thighs, through his hair.
They're beautiful, so much so that Junsu doesn't even notice the noises he himself is making as Yoochun strokes him from inside, sliding a third finger in to join the others, brushing against that spot inside that has Junsu arching into his touch.
Yoohun smirks, curling his fingers upwards, searching until he feels Junsu shudder, until he's drawn his attention away from the other three men. "Good?" he grins, leaning down to capture the other man's erection between his lips.
"I..." A groan cuts him off, harsh pants falling from his lips. "Yoochun...if you're not...in me...three seconds...kill you..."
It's Jaejoong who laughs upon hearing him, the sound somewhat choked as Yunho's hips thrust into him right then and the other man chooses that moment to return Yoochun's teasing touches to his hip. "Make him scream," he advises, gaze intense as he takes Yoochun's lips with his own. "Make him scream your name."
Yoochun pulls back, breathless and eyes glittering, refocusing his attention on his neglected lover, crooking his fingers inside Junsu once more, listening to the other man's choked exhalation before withdrawing them, sliding an oiled hand over his erection and pushing up Junsu's knees. Hooking his arms under the other man's legs, he positions himself and begins to push in, teeth digging into his lower lip.
Slow, it has to be slow, no matter who he's with, no matter if it's Jaejoong's choked pleas that he move faster or Junsu's empty threats. He has to be careful with them the way Yunho is, the way he's seen the older man restrain himself until he can't anymore, suspending his own pleasure for his lovers. It's a quality he seldom envies, except now, in moments like these, when his mind wants one thing and his body another. It's a fine line and he fears he might stray, especially with Yunho's words in his ear, with Junsu's gasps encouraging him.
"Feels good?" he breathes, slick fingers wrapping around the other man's erection and working up to a fast rhythm.
Junsu just closes his eyes in response, head tilting back and short, soft noises falling from his lips with every breath. His knuckles are white, fingers clenching the sheets like they'll tear holes and he's so, so hot around him that for a moment, Yoochun can't think. In the next, he's thrusting into him, sliding an arm around Junsu's waist, pulling him up and close, swallowing Junsu's groan at the change in angle with a fierce kiss.
If Junsu cries out, the sound is lost into inviting, possessing lips and Yoochun's embrace, his cock hot and heavy between their bodies and he's so close, he's waited so long, he needs this, them so much...
Next to them, Jaejoong gives a hoarse cry, something between Basic and his own dialect, the words blending together as he arches back and Changmin's hands accompany his own efforts, Yunho's efforts, in taking him over the edge swiftly if not wholly painlessly.
Changmin follows him at the sight, breathing raggedly, leaning forward to bring their mouths together, come slick on his hand. "Love you," he pants against the line of Jaejoong's jaw, eyes closed and trembling with the aftershock.
Jaejoong replies just as softly, the words natural even as he shakes with Yunho's final thrusts into his body before the other man gasps, arms tightening around Jaejoong's body for one long, interminable moment before he falls forward, pinning them to Changmin's embrace.
"Gods..." Yunho gasps out, though the divine has nothing to do with it, as Junsu knows well. This is all real and human and true, now, at this very moment. He muffles his own cries and whimpers into Yoochun's mouth, feeling the sharp thrusts of the older man's hips pulsate fast and hard into him, hitting that spot inside him again and again until he can't hold back any longer.
He comes with a low cry, Yoochun's name on his lips, blunt nails digging into the other man's skin. He rests his forehead on a broad shoulder, weak, clutching the other man as Yoochun rocks into him once, twice more before following with a choked gasp.
For a long moment, there's only the sound of harsh breathing and the soft press of lips on skin.
He's laid down by strong, caring arms that soothe even as he feels Yoochun pull out and leave him bereft and aching. It's the best sort of pain he can hope for and he takes comfort in the slight throb, in the way his body refuses to move. He doesn't have to. Jaejoong's warm body cuddles up to him, slipping over Changmin's as the younger man passes a washcloth, all habit and routine in the aftermath of an act that will never become either.
They take care of him.
And he lets them.