The Sabre Fighter 12
title: The sabre fighter
pairing: Jaesu, Heesung, Yoomin
genre: comedy, romance etc.
rating: R
length: 3998 words, chaptered [12/13]
summary: see chapter one
a/n: Hi :) The lovely peach_gerl16 made a new poster for this story, thank you so much!
Look at this, my sabre fighter has come to life:
Chapter 12
Mornings were moments in time Junsu had to get used to in the Pagoda of the Rising Sun. He wasn't used to wake up and be threatened by a sabre against his neck on his first week. He wasn't used to wake up by chilly airs blowing through the high air-shafts and cooling every room in the building on his second week. It was nothing like his cosy little apartment.
But what he wasn't used to at all was to reach out in his sleep when he was freezing and actually find something there, his human heater. It was nothing like his lonely little apartment.
He startled every single time when his arms unintentionally reached out and made contact with the heated body next to him. Every morning his lids would open in shock and to his surprise, the heated body would mumble his protest in his slumber when he retrieved his arms and would make his own advance towards Junsu. The moment it would take for the heated body to deeply bury himself in his embrace and under the blanket would be about the time Junsu realized his human heater was his new lover, the sabre fighter. Although this was a new experience, it put him at ease and he closed his eyes for another five minutes. After all he was tired.
The last week had been very eventful and wearying. On boxing day, the day after their first time, Jaejoong had dragged him to the grandmaster and picked up a long packet. Jaejoong had explained to him how Yunho was making weapons in his free time, as the grandmaster he was the weapon-master, too and forging weapons in the cellars which served as the smithy.
Jaejoong had seemed nervous when he'd asked Junsu to open the packet. He had told him it was his Christmas present.
“Come on, open up!”
Junsu had opened it. It had contained a heavy, long and bent piece of metal with a wooden black handle and a black sheath decorated with a golden dragon upon it. “It's... a sabre.”
“It's not any sabre, it's the sabre! It's a sabre fighter's wet fantasy!” Junsu had looked bewildered at his boyfriend, he had been acting weird but not that it had been an abnormality.
“It's a weapon, not a sex-toy.”
“Of course it's not.” Jaejoong had rolled his eyes. “But this one is the most precious and beautiful thing Yunho has ever forged, he worked on it for a year and wanted to give it to me. But I made it your gift, since every new-comer has to get a weapon anyway. So, merry Christmas again.” Jaejoong had said and leaned forward to kiss Junsu's cheek.
“I...I can't take this. It means so much to you.”
“What? Of course you can. You will!” Jaejoong had insisted and added in a whisper, “you mean so much more to me.” That had initiated a longer kiss on the lips into which Junsu had melted because he had been deeply moved. He had known Jaejoong had given up a very meaningful object to him, so he accepted it as if it had been Jaejoong's heart. He had decided to take good care of it.
“So, what will you call it?” Jaejoong had asked with a smile on his lips when he had withdrawn.
“Of course I get the one who calls weapons by names,” Junsu had mumbled and mimicked Jaejoong's eyes-roll.
“Hey, that's perfectly normal!”
“Sure.”
“Why don't you stick with Wet Fantasy, I like that one,” Jaejoong had grinned at him from ear to ear but Junsu had ignored his suggestion.
“Wait, what do you call your sabre?”
“Sexy Lily, of course.”
“Of course. And why Lily?” Junsu had asked suspiciously.
“Because her handle and sheath are as white as lilies,” he had reasoned, as if it had been the most natural thing in the world to think of that name.
Junsu had shaken his head at him. “I'm going crazy with you. And you're one perverted sabre fighter.”
“You only found out now? Took you long enough,” Jaejoong had shockingly responded and winked promisingly.
Junsu's breath had hitched at that. “My god, my boyfriend gets off on weapons...”
“Haha, I'm not, I was just kidding! You should get comfortable with your weapon. If you use your sabre, her, the Wet Fantasy, the right way, you can make a great ally, turn her into a third hand and defend yourself properly. If not, she can be your worst enemy. Lily for example has never betrayed me and has always been a loyal partner. She's defended me a great bit and that's why she's the only woman in my life.” He had longingly looked at the distance with a smile tugging on his lips.
“Why are you acting as if it's a she? Only because you're secretly lusting after some woman called Lily-”
“I'm not! I told you why I named her Lily!”
Junsu had fully enjoyed his teasing, it had been funny when Jaejoong had gotten a little pouty like that. “Sure, and that's why you're telling me of the loyal woman in your life while having me as your cute boyfriend standing right in front of you...”
Jaejoong had pulled him into his arms to hush him. “You know you're the only one I'm lusting after, baby Su. My cute and jealous boyfriend.”
“I- I'm not jealous of a bloody weapon!”
“No, you aren't.” Jaejoong had chuckled. “And Lily is clean, not bloody.”
“That's not what I meant!” Junsu had broken free from the hug. “If you're calling your sabre Sexy Lily, then I'm going to call your wet fantasy... Black Ninja! Because it's disguise is as black as a Ninja's!”
Jaejoong had looked very pale suddenly. “No, you're not... you wouldn't dare to! You know exactly how I'm not very fond of Ninjas right now!”
Jaejoong had gotten angry but that's what Junsu had wanted. “Ha! Now who's the jealous one! Sexy Lily, meet Black Ninja! At least it doesn't sound as dirty as the names you gave them: Sexy Lily, meet Wet Fantasy. Seriously, that's just...not right.”
“All right, I'm sorry. Please,” Jaejoong had pleaded and it had sounded almost like a sob, “everything but Ninja. I admit, I get very jealous when I hear that. It feels like a stab in the heart.” He had touched his chest at that and Junsu had immediately felt guilty. Junsu had hugged him in apology and suggested a dozen other names but in the end, Wet Fantasy had just stuck with the weapon.
Then Jaejoong had walked him to his secret chamber where he had hidden all of his weapons since he had gotten them out of his bedroom. There he had safely put Wet Fantasy to rest, right above Sexy Lily, because in his first years of training Junsu had to train with a stump sabre. It had been a safety precaution and Jaejoong had been very serious about it, he hadn't wanted to risk Junsu's health so easily and Junsu could read it in his fierce eyes. He hadn't had the intention to argue with that gaze.
After that they had walked to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. Jaejoong had made everything because Junsu's hand had still been injured but he'd listened to Junsu giving him a special soup recipe and made various side dishes. When he'd been done he had given the observing Junsu a deep and satisfied kiss, and made childish cooing sounds when Junsu had kissed him back just before he'd excused himself to go to the bathroom. Junsu had waited for him, watching the soup gently cook when Jessica made a sudden appearance.
First she hadn't even noticed Junsu, she'd just walked to the fridge to get a fresh bottle of water. But then Junsu had made a noise with the spoon, acting as if he'd been tasting the soup to let her know she hadn't been alone.
“Oh.” She'd dully noted. Junsu had noticed she'd been wearing a light-pink jogging suit and her hair had been messily tightened on top of her head, probably in a rush.
“Oh.” Junsu had returned.
She had slowly walked towards him with her bottle of Evian which she had probably brought and put in the fridge herself.
“I was just a bit thirsty,” she'd said and waved her bottle of water in front of him.
“Okay,” Junsu had shrugged. As she had come closer, he'd bluntly remarked, “you smell of sex.”
Her cheeks had coloured. “I bet you got some yourself. You're practically glowing.”
“Am I?” Junsu had palmed his own face shyly, he'd wanted to make it stop if it had been true. He hadn't known how though, it hadn't even been intentional.
“God, I don't like you,” Jessica had said and looked very jealous but for the first time Junsu hadn't cared.
“Good. I don't like you either.”
“Look, I have a reason. The man I was after for years is not into me. He's after you which is inexplicable, seeing how you're so not the one I imagined him with.”
“That should be you, right?”
“Well, yes.”
“I have a reason not to like you, too. You're the one who was after the man I'm together with for years,” Junsu had responded with the same sentence, stunning her a little.
“Good one. So you're together now?”
“Yes,” Junsu had nodded. “And you're together with Sungmin now?”
She slowly nodded, too.
“Why?” It hadn't seemed to Junsu like she would be in love with Sungmin just because of a one-night-stand.
“I decided it is healthier for me to be with the one who's after me instead of yearning for the one who I'm after. Did you know that Sungmin had a serious crush on me for years?” she had retold him excitedly.
Junsu had shaken his head, he hadn't known Sungmin for that long and Sungmin hadn't told. Yet, Junsu had found Jessica's previous words had been wise, they had been similar to his situation with Jaejoong, with the difference of him slowly liking Jaejoong as well. “Do you think you could love Sungmin?”
Jessica had sighed. “I think I could. I already like him very much. And under us, from girl to girl, he's a fantastic lover in bed,” she had whispered and giggled.
“Hey! Who are you calling girl here?” he had asked appalled but he'd been thankful on the other hand that Jessica had trusted him with a secret.
“Come on, you've got written 'submissive' all over your weak body. Jaejoong could knock you down so easily...”
“Yah! I have not! He won't!”
“Okay, calm down!” she'd said but winked and smirked.
Then she had surprised him with another action. She had held out her hand and asked, “friends? Just platonic, of course. Not big buddies and all.”
Junsu had stared at her rudely but he had given it a good thought and he thought why not. “Friends. Just platonic, of course,” he had agreed and smiled.
A second later a chill had run down Junsu's body, he'd felt someone's stare on his back. He'd been proven right when arms had encircled his waist.
“Everything all right, baby?” Jaejoong had asked Junsu in a whisper.
“Yes, everything's all right, Jaejoong. God, I didn't eat your toy.” Jessica had answered instead and then walked out.
Junsu had turned around in his arms and looked into his eyes.
“What did she do to you?” Jaejoong had asked seriously.
Junsu had smiled at him. “Nothing. We're friends now, Jessica and me.”
“Oh no, this means no good.” Jaejoong had shaken his head but Junsu had just chuckled at that.
“Don't worry, I can take care of myself.”
“No, you can't. You need me to protect you from her.”
Junsu had laughed louder at that. “All right, my big sabre fighter. I need your protection. Please, please, please protect me from the evil in this world?”
“Very funny.” Jaejoong had said but had smiled. “But I will. You know I'll be there for you and give you a shelter, right?”
“Right.” Junsu had nodded and that had seemed to calm down Jaejoong's protector-instinct. “But who will protect you if you need shelter?”
“Hmm. Good point. How about you? We could give each other shelter. And that is why you have to train, train, train!”
Junsu had sighed. “I know, master. But not now. You said after New Year's Eve.”
“That's right,” Jaejoong had admitted and grinned. “Now give your master a kiss before we get on with the breakfast.”
“Is that an order?”
“Yesss...” Jaejoong had hissed and pulled Junsu till he'd been pressed against his own body.
“My horny, kinky master...” Junsu had whispered teasingly before Jaejoong had taken his lips with his teeth, softly biting them before slipping his playful tongue into Junsu's mouth. Junsu remembered it had been one of his best kisses, with a lot of dry humping.
The rest of that day had been a disaster. At breakfast about a dozen people had complained to Junsu. The first one had been Heechul who had kicked his ass.
“Ouch!” Junsu had screamed. “What did I do to deserve that?”
“Do you feel that? That's how my ass is feeling right now and that's all because of you with your stupid choice!”
“What are you talking about?” Junsu had asked confusedly.
“OUCH!” Heechul had suddenly screamed because Jaejoong had just taken revenge for Junsu.
“Did you just kick my boyfriend in the ass?” he'd said enraged.
“Yes, I did! But I'm not sorry!”
When Jaejoong had made another attempt to kick him, Junsu had pulled him back, feeling sorry for Heechul because Jaejoong had kicked him really hard.
Heechul had stomped off and found Yesung who'd been his next victim, Jaejoong and Junsu watched the two in fascination.
“Ouch! Darling, stop it! I said I'm sorry that your ass hurts!”
“YOU BETTER BE! I'LL BREAK YOUR DICK AFTER THIS WEEK IS OVER! I'M NEVER GOING TO BET WITH YOU AGAIN!”
“But darling, it's your own fault! Did you really believe BiSu had a chance? Ouch!” Heechul had given him another amazing ass-kick.
Jaejoong's and Junsu's jaws had dropped at that. It had been shocking to Junsu that the weird couple had a bet going on which had been dependant on his choice. When he'd looked at Jaejoong he had known Jaejoong had felt the same way but he hadn't been nearly as shocked.
“Are they always that crazy?”
“Always.” Jaejoong had confirmed. “The worst thing is this didn't even touch the tip of the mountain of craziness. Wait till you've spend some years with them.”
“Can't wait for that,” Junsu had commented sarcastically.
When Jaejoong had led him to a table they both could sit on, five people simultaneously made an advance towards Junsu. Jaejoong had reacted instantly and pulled him into his arms, covering his whole body with his own while throwing death-glares into the round.
“Come on, Jaejoong! You can't do that!”
“Yeah, you can't do that! Set him free!”
“It's a pagoda-rule! Everyone is allowed to take revenge!”
“Because of him we weren't able to eat dinner yesterday!”
“Food is sacred and rare in the pagoda!”
They all had spoken at the same time from various sides but Junsu had understood, the voices had belonged to the ones whose tables had been broken the day before.
“If you just as much as touch one of his hairs, I'll beat you all up!” Jaejoong had threatened. “I was the one who broke your table and ruined your food. If you want to take revenge, then take it from me.” He had pushed Junsu behind himself and challenged them all at the same time. Then he had added in a cool voice, “I dare you.”
Of course, no one had dared to. They all had mumbled an apology to the sabre fighter because challenging Jaejoong meant they were challenging a Kung Fu master.
“We're not crazy enough to challenge a 9th Dan master,” they had said. Junsu hadn't known what it meant, he would ask Jaejoong later. But he had admired Jaejoong with weak knees nonetheless.
As they had been gone, Jaejoong had pulled a chair for Junsu to sit and the time he had taken to do that, Yoochun had suddenly attacked Junsu, pinching various spots on his torso rapidly.
“Ouch! Stop it!”
“Feel that? Imagine the pain one hundred times worse and you'll know how I feel!”
“Okay, that's enough!” Jaejoong had said irritatedly and pulled Junsu once again away from harm. “IF ONE MORE PERSON ATTACKS MY BOYFRIEND I'LL GO BERSERK!” he had screamed into the room like a maniac. To prove that he'd meant every word, he'd punched Yoochun in demonstration.
“Ow! Not on the hickeys!” Yoochun had complained and rubbed his chest. “It's your boyfriend's own fault!”
“What did I do?” Junsu had asked.
“Because you told Changmin of that cake yesterday, he had the STUPID idea to eat it off my body! Look at what he did to me!” Yoochun had declared and ripped the front of his dark blue shirt open.
Junsu had caught the slight glimpse of dark blotches on Yoochun's chest when something had blocked his sight.
“No, Junsu, you're not going to look at that! Yoochun, what the heck! Cover your front, you nudist!” Jaejoong had yelled. He had been holding his hands on Junsu's eyes.
“Cool down, Jaejoong, I bet Junsu has seen more than that...”
Junsu had apologized to Yoochun but couldn't help to chuckle at Jaejoong's behaviour.
“Go complain to Changmin! It's not Junsu's fault he's a cannibal! Oh my god, are those bite-marks?”
“Jaejoong, stop looking at him!” Junsu had said, not finding it fair he had been able to but not him. “I forbid you to!”
“Aww, you're so cute!” he had heard Jaejoong's voice in his ear, the tone he'd used had been completely different that time.
“Hey, you two! Stop flirting! What about my injuries!?” Yoochun had let out appalled.
“Go, let Changmin treat your boo-boo's. He's the one who has done that.” Jaejoong had responded in annoyance. “And I swear, if you touch Junsu one more time-”
“Yeah, yeah. I know, you'll kill me. CHANGMIN!” Yoochun's scream had faded away, letting Junsu know he had walked off.
Jaejoong had turned Junsu around and started to stroke his arms. “Poor baby, did he hurt you badly?”
“No.” Junsu had shaken his head shyly and looked down. He hadn't been used to be affectionate with Jaejoong in the public then. It hadn't helped that people had thrown strange glances their way.
“They're just jealous that your boyfriend is a high dog,” Jaejoong had told him later, grinning badly.
“Stop being so full of yourself.” Junsu had reproved him, “it makes you look arrogant, which you aren't.”
They had finished their breakfast and had been on the way to the only two ladies in the pagoda.
“Thank you. I'm just happy being able to show off with you. I hadn't anyone for the longest time. I was usually the one to look jealously at pairings interacting sweetly at the breakfast-, lunch- or dining table. Now I finally have you.”
Junsu had stopped in his tracks, being stunned by pity and sympathy because he had felt exactly the same, he had been in the same situation for the longest time. That had been finally over.
Spontaneously, he had attacked Jaejoong and pushed him to a niche in a corridor without thinking what he'd been doing. He had shamelessly moved his hips into Jaejoong's front till he could feel an erection and snogged him breathless.
He had only been satisfied when Jaejoong had moaned into his mouth and encouraged him to go on. Junsu had gone on, he had slipped his hand into Jaejoong's trousers and stroked him. Then he had fallen down to his knees, had taken Jaejoong's freed erection into his mouth and sucked him till he had come, hard. Even though it had been Junsu's first ever blow-job, Jaejoong had been swept off his feet.
The post-climax blush hadn't left Jaejoong when they'd reached Yoonji and Dahae's little tailoring room.
“Wow, do we look happy to see us,” the two Nunas had giggled at them knowingly.
Jaejoong and Junsu had greeted them embarrassedly and Jaejoong had told them that they had come for Junsu's new robes.
“Oh yes, we're almost done, we only have to take some final measurements, so the robes will fit you perfectly.”
“All right,” Junsu had agreed. Jaejoong hadn't looked so enthusiastic and about three minutes later Junsu had known why.
The girls had taken various measurements from his body but when they had come too close for Jaejoong's taste, he had started to have jealous fits. When they had reached his lower body part, specifically his derrière, Jaejoong had torn the measuring tape out of their hands and covered Junsu's body.
“Hands off him!”
“But he has a big ass, Jaejoong!”
“Yes, we have to know how much fabric we need to cover his trunk!”
“Quiet!” Jaejoong had yelled and Junsu had been so embarrassed he'd wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
In the end Jaejoong himself had measured his 'trunk' and passed the information on.
On their way out of the tailoring room, Jaejoong had stopped to ask Yoonji-nuna where the missing grandmaster had been.
“He wasn't in the smithy.”
“Yunho is in his bedroom, he's unpacking the presents his big brother has brought him. I think he's sad because Jihoon-oppa left without saying good-bye again.”
“Hyung left?” Jaejoong had asked in wonder and Junsu had felt guilty. He had known it was his fault this time.
“Yes. We couldn't find him. Nobody has seen him go, though. Typical Ninja.”
After that meeting Jaejoong and Junsu had talked barely, both had been feeling guilty and hadn't known what to say to each other in such a situation. They had made lunch and dinner mostly in silence and when the night had come, they had lazily slept in each other's arms.
The next days hadn't been as disastrous, in fact they had gone by without any big occasions, except for Heechul's or Yoochun's near-attacks, of course. Jaejoong had just been too fast for them. As promised, he'd been Junsu's reliable shelter.
So, here was Junsu in his third week in the pagoda, on the morning of New Year's Eve, embracing his human heater while trying to wake up in the next five minutes.
“Hey baby,” came Jaejoong's soft voice, “are you already awake?”
“Hmm...let me have five more minutes.”
“Okay, but let me go at least. I have to go to the bathroom.”
“No! You're taking all the heat with you,” Junsu complained with sleepy eyes.
He felt Jaejoong chuckle in his embrace. “What am I? Your human heater?”
Junsu smiled. “That's exactly what you are.”
“And here I was thinking I was the boyfriend that you love...”
“That you are, too.”
“Really?”
Junsu froze, what did he just agree to? Shit.
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pairing: Jaesu, Heesung, Yoomin
genre: comedy, romance etc.
rating: R
length: 3998 words, chaptered [12/13]
summary: see chapter one
a/n: Hi :) The lovely peach_gerl16 made a new poster for this story, thank you so much!
Look at this, my sabre fighter has come to life:
Chapter 12
Mornings were moments in time Junsu had to get used to in the Pagoda of the Rising Sun. He wasn't used to wake up and be threatened by a sabre against his neck on his first week. He wasn't used to wake up by chilly airs blowing through the high air-shafts and cooling every room in the building on his second week. It was nothing like his cosy little apartment.
But what he wasn't used to at all was to reach out in his sleep when he was freezing and actually find something there, his human heater. It was nothing like his lonely little apartment.
He startled every single time when his arms unintentionally reached out and made contact with the heated body next to him. Every morning his lids would open in shock and to his surprise, the heated body would mumble his protest in his slumber when he retrieved his arms and would make his own advance towards Junsu. The moment it would take for the heated body to deeply bury himself in his embrace and under the blanket would be about the time Junsu realized his human heater was his new lover, the sabre fighter. Although this was a new experience, it put him at ease and he closed his eyes for another five minutes. After all he was tired.
The last week had been very eventful and wearying. On boxing day, the day after their first time, Jaejoong had dragged him to the grandmaster and picked up a long packet. Jaejoong had explained to him how Yunho was making weapons in his free time, as the grandmaster he was the weapon-master, too and forging weapons in the cellars which served as the smithy.
Jaejoong had seemed nervous when he'd asked Junsu to open the packet. He had told him it was his Christmas present.
“Come on, open up!”
Junsu had opened it. It had contained a heavy, long and bent piece of metal with a wooden black handle and a black sheath decorated with a golden dragon upon it. “It's... a sabre.”
“It's not any sabre, it's the sabre! It's a sabre fighter's wet fantasy!” Junsu had looked bewildered at his boyfriend, he had been acting weird but not that it had been an abnormality.
“It's a weapon, not a sex-toy.”
“Of course it's not.” Jaejoong had rolled his eyes. “But this one is the most precious and beautiful thing Yunho has ever forged, he worked on it for a year and wanted to give it to me. But I made it your gift, since every new-comer has to get a weapon anyway. So, merry Christmas again.” Jaejoong had said and leaned forward to kiss Junsu's cheek.
“I...I can't take this. It means so much to you.”
“What? Of course you can. You will!” Jaejoong had insisted and added in a whisper, “you mean so much more to me.” That had initiated a longer kiss on the lips into which Junsu had melted because he had been deeply moved. He had known Jaejoong had given up a very meaningful object to him, so he accepted it as if it had been Jaejoong's heart. He had decided to take good care of it.
“So, what will you call it?” Jaejoong had asked with a smile on his lips when he had withdrawn.
“Of course I get the one who calls weapons by names,” Junsu had mumbled and mimicked Jaejoong's eyes-roll.
“Hey, that's perfectly normal!”
“Sure.”
“Why don't you stick with Wet Fantasy, I like that one,” Jaejoong had grinned at him from ear to ear but Junsu had ignored his suggestion.
“Wait, what do you call your sabre?”
“Sexy Lily, of course.”
“Of course. And why Lily?” Junsu had asked suspiciously.
“Because her handle and sheath are as white as lilies,” he had reasoned, as if it had been the most natural thing in the world to think of that name.
Junsu had shaken his head at him. “I'm going crazy with you. And you're one perverted sabre fighter.”
“You only found out now? Took you long enough,” Jaejoong had shockingly responded and winked promisingly.
Junsu's breath had hitched at that. “My god, my boyfriend gets off on weapons...”
“Haha, I'm not, I was just kidding! You should get comfortable with your weapon. If you use your sabre, her, the Wet Fantasy, the right way, you can make a great ally, turn her into a third hand and defend yourself properly. If not, she can be your worst enemy. Lily for example has never betrayed me and has always been a loyal partner. She's defended me a great bit and that's why she's the only woman in my life.” He had longingly looked at the distance with a smile tugging on his lips.
“Why are you acting as if it's a she? Only because you're secretly lusting after some woman called Lily-”
“I'm not! I told you why I named her Lily!”
Junsu had fully enjoyed his teasing, it had been funny when Jaejoong had gotten a little pouty like that. “Sure, and that's why you're telling me of the loyal woman in your life while having me as your cute boyfriend standing right in front of you...”
Jaejoong had pulled him into his arms to hush him. “You know you're the only one I'm lusting after, baby Su. My cute and jealous boyfriend.”
“I- I'm not jealous of a bloody weapon!”
“No, you aren't.” Jaejoong had chuckled. “And Lily is clean, not bloody.”
“That's not what I meant!” Junsu had broken free from the hug. “If you're calling your sabre Sexy Lily, then I'm going to call your wet fantasy... Black Ninja! Because it's disguise is as black as a Ninja's!”
Jaejoong had looked very pale suddenly. “No, you're not... you wouldn't dare to! You know exactly how I'm not very fond of Ninjas right now!”
Jaejoong had gotten angry but that's what Junsu had wanted. “Ha! Now who's the jealous one! Sexy Lily, meet Black Ninja! At least it doesn't sound as dirty as the names you gave them: Sexy Lily, meet Wet Fantasy. Seriously, that's just...not right.”
“All right, I'm sorry. Please,” Jaejoong had pleaded and it had sounded almost like a sob, “everything but Ninja. I admit, I get very jealous when I hear that. It feels like a stab in the heart.” He had touched his chest at that and Junsu had immediately felt guilty. Junsu had hugged him in apology and suggested a dozen other names but in the end, Wet Fantasy had just stuck with the weapon.
Then Jaejoong had walked him to his secret chamber where he had hidden all of his weapons since he had gotten them out of his bedroom. There he had safely put Wet Fantasy to rest, right above Sexy Lily, because in his first years of training Junsu had to train with a stump sabre. It had been a safety precaution and Jaejoong had been very serious about it, he hadn't wanted to risk Junsu's health so easily and Junsu could read it in his fierce eyes. He hadn't had the intention to argue with that gaze.
After that they had walked to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone. Jaejoong had made everything because Junsu's hand had still been injured but he'd listened to Junsu giving him a special soup recipe and made various side dishes. When he'd been done he had given the observing Junsu a deep and satisfied kiss, and made childish cooing sounds when Junsu had kissed him back just before he'd excused himself to go to the bathroom. Junsu had waited for him, watching the soup gently cook when Jessica made a sudden appearance.
First she hadn't even noticed Junsu, she'd just walked to the fridge to get a fresh bottle of water. But then Junsu had made a noise with the spoon, acting as if he'd been tasting the soup to let her know she hadn't been alone.
“Oh.” She'd dully noted. Junsu had noticed she'd been wearing a light-pink jogging suit and her hair had been messily tightened on top of her head, probably in a rush.
“Oh.” Junsu had returned.
She had slowly walked towards him with her bottle of Evian which she had probably brought and put in the fridge herself.
“I was just a bit thirsty,” she'd said and waved her bottle of water in front of him.
“Okay,” Junsu had shrugged. As she had come closer, he'd bluntly remarked, “you smell of sex.”
Her cheeks had coloured. “I bet you got some yourself. You're practically glowing.”
“Am I?” Junsu had palmed his own face shyly, he'd wanted to make it stop if it had been true. He hadn't known how though, it hadn't even been intentional.
“God, I don't like you,” Jessica had said and looked very jealous but for the first time Junsu hadn't cared.
“Good. I don't like you either.”
“Look, I have a reason. The man I was after for years is not into me. He's after you which is inexplicable, seeing how you're so not the one I imagined him with.”
“That should be you, right?”
“Well, yes.”
“I have a reason not to like you, too. You're the one who was after the man I'm together with for years,” Junsu had responded with the same sentence, stunning her a little.
“Good one. So you're together now?”
“Yes,” Junsu had nodded. “And you're together with Sungmin now?”
She slowly nodded, too.
“Why?” It hadn't seemed to Junsu like she would be in love with Sungmin just because of a one-night-stand.
“I decided it is healthier for me to be with the one who's after me instead of yearning for the one who I'm after. Did you know that Sungmin had a serious crush on me for years?” she had retold him excitedly.
Junsu had shaken his head, he hadn't known Sungmin for that long and Sungmin hadn't told. Yet, Junsu had found Jessica's previous words had been wise, they had been similar to his situation with Jaejoong, with the difference of him slowly liking Jaejoong as well. “Do you think you could love Sungmin?”
Jessica had sighed. “I think I could. I already like him very much. And under us, from girl to girl, he's a fantastic lover in bed,” she had whispered and giggled.
“Hey! Who are you calling girl here?” he had asked appalled but he'd been thankful on the other hand that Jessica had trusted him with a secret.
“Come on, you've got written 'submissive' all over your weak body. Jaejoong could knock you down so easily...”
“Yah! I have not! He won't!”
“Okay, calm down!” she'd said but winked and smirked.
Then she had surprised him with another action. She had held out her hand and asked, “friends? Just platonic, of course. Not big buddies and all.”
Junsu had stared at her rudely but he had given it a good thought and he thought why not. “Friends. Just platonic, of course,” he had agreed and smiled.
A second later a chill had run down Junsu's body, he'd felt someone's stare on his back. He'd been proven right when arms had encircled his waist.
“Everything all right, baby?” Jaejoong had asked Junsu in a whisper.
“Yes, everything's all right, Jaejoong. God, I didn't eat your toy.” Jessica had answered instead and then walked out.
Junsu had turned around in his arms and looked into his eyes.
“What did she do to you?” Jaejoong had asked seriously.
Junsu had smiled at him. “Nothing. We're friends now, Jessica and me.”
“Oh no, this means no good.” Jaejoong had shaken his head but Junsu had just chuckled at that.
“Don't worry, I can take care of myself.”
“No, you can't. You need me to protect you from her.”
Junsu had laughed louder at that. “All right, my big sabre fighter. I need your protection. Please, please, please protect me from the evil in this world?”
“Very funny.” Jaejoong had said but had smiled. “But I will. You know I'll be there for you and give you a shelter, right?”
“Right.” Junsu had nodded and that had seemed to calm down Jaejoong's protector-instinct. “But who will protect you if you need shelter?”
“Hmm. Good point. How about you? We could give each other shelter. And that is why you have to train, train, train!”
Junsu had sighed. “I know, master. But not now. You said after New Year's Eve.”
“That's right,” Jaejoong had admitted and grinned. “Now give your master a kiss before we get on with the breakfast.”
“Is that an order?”
“Yesss...” Jaejoong had hissed and pulled Junsu till he'd been pressed against his own body.
“My horny, kinky master...” Junsu had whispered teasingly before Jaejoong had taken his lips with his teeth, softly biting them before slipping his playful tongue into Junsu's mouth. Junsu remembered it had been one of his best kisses, with a lot of dry humping.
The rest of that day had been a disaster. At breakfast about a dozen people had complained to Junsu. The first one had been Heechul who had kicked his ass.
“Ouch!” Junsu had screamed. “What did I do to deserve that?”
“Do you feel that? That's how my ass is feeling right now and that's all because of you with your stupid choice!”
“What are you talking about?” Junsu had asked confusedly.
“OUCH!” Heechul had suddenly screamed because Jaejoong had just taken revenge for Junsu.
“Did you just kick my boyfriend in the ass?” he'd said enraged.
“Yes, I did! But I'm not sorry!”
When Jaejoong had made another attempt to kick him, Junsu had pulled him back, feeling sorry for Heechul because Jaejoong had kicked him really hard.
Heechul had stomped off and found Yesung who'd been his next victim, Jaejoong and Junsu watched the two in fascination.
“Ouch! Darling, stop it! I said I'm sorry that your ass hurts!”
“YOU BETTER BE! I'LL BREAK YOUR DICK AFTER THIS WEEK IS OVER! I'M NEVER GOING TO BET WITH YOU AGAIN!”
“But darling, it's your own fault! Did you really believe BiSu had a chance? Ouch!” Heechul had given him another amazing ass-kick.
Jaejoong's and Junsu's jaws had dropped at that. It had been shocking to Junsu that the weird couple had a bet going on which had been dependant on his choice. When he'd looked at Jaejoong he had known Jaejoong had felt the same way but he hadn't been nearly as shocked.
“Are they always that crazy?”
“Always.” Jaejoong had confirmed. “The worst thing is this didn't even touch the tip of the mountain of craziness. Wait till you've spend some years with them.”
“Can't wait for that,” Junsu had commented sarcastically.
When Jaejoong had led him to a table they both could sit on, five people simultaneously made an advance towards Junsu. Jaejoong had reacted instantly and pulled him into his arms, covering his whole body with his own while throwing death-glares into the round.
“Come on, Jaejoong! You can't do that!”
“Yeah, you can't do that! Set him free!”
“It's a pagoda-rule! Everyone is allowed to take revenge!”
“Because of him we weren't able to eat dinner yesterday!”
“Food is sacred and rare in the pagoda!”
They all had spoken at the same time from various sides but Junsu had understood, the voices had belonged to the ones whose tables had been broken the day before.
“If you just as much as touch one of his hairs, I'll beat you all up!” Jaejoong had threatened. “I was the one who broke your table and ruined your food. If you want to take revenge, then take it from me.” He had pushed Junsu behind himself and challenged them all at the same time. Then he had added in a cool voice, “I dare you.”
Of course, no one had dared to. They all had mumbled an apology to the sabre fighter because challenging Jaejoong meant they were challenging a Kung Fu master.
“We're not crazy enough to challenge a 9th Dan master,” they had said. Junsu hadn't known what it meant, he would ask Jaejoong later. But he had admired Jaejoong with weak knees nonetheless.
As they had been gone, Jaejoong had pulled a chair for Junsu to sit and the time he had taken to do that, Yoochun had suddenly attacked Junsu, pinching various spots on his torso rapidly.
“Ouch! Stop it!”
“Feel that? Imagine the pain one hundred times worse and you'll know how I feel!”
“Okay, that's enough!” Jaejoong had said irritatedly and pulled Junsu once again away from harm. “IF ONE MORE PERSON ATTACKS MY BOYFRIEND I'LL GO BERSERK!” he had screamed into the room like a maniac. To prove that he'd meant every word, he'd punched Yoochun in demonstration.
“Ow! Not on the hickeys!” Yoochun had complained and rubbed his chest. “It's your boyfriend's own fault!”
“What did I do?” Junsu had asked.
“Because you told Changmin of that cake yesterday, he had the STUPID idea to eat it off my body! Look at what he did to me!” Yoochun had declared and ripped the front of his dark blue shirt open.
Junsu had caught the slight glimpse of dark blotches on Yoochun's chest when something had blocked his sight.
“No, Junsu, you're not going to look at that! Yoochun, what the heck! Cover your front, you nudist!” Jaejoong had yelled. He had been holding his hands on Junsu's eyes.
“Cool down, Jaejoong, I bet Junsu has seen more than that...”
Junsu had apologized to Yoochun but couldn't help to chuckle at Jaejoong's behaviour.
“Go complain to Changmin! It's not Junsu's fault he's a cannibal! Oh my god, are those bite-marks?”
“Jaejoong, stop looking at him!” Junsu had said, not finding it fair he had been able to but not him. “I forbid you to!”
“Aww, you're so cute!” he had heard Jaejoong's voice in his ear, the tone he'd used had been completely different that time.
“Hey, you two! Stop flirting! What about my injuries!?” Yoochun had let out appalled.
“Go, let Changmin treat your boo-boo's. He's the one who has done that.” Jaejoong had responded in annoyance. “And I swear, if you touch Junsu one more time-”
“Yeah, yeah. I know, you'll kill me. CHANGMIN!” Yoochun's scream had faded away, letting Junsu know he had walked off.
Jaejoong had turned Junsu around and started to stroke his arms. “Poor baby, did he hurt you badly?”
“No.” Junsu had shaken his head shyly and looked down. He hadn't been used to be affectionate with Jaejoong in the public then. It hadn't helped that people had thrown strange glances their way.
“They're just jealous that your boyfriend is a high dog,” Jaejoong had told him later, grinning badly.
“Stop being so full of yourself.” Junsu had reproved him, “it makes you look arrogant, which you aren't.”
They had finished their breakfast and had been on the way to the only two ladies in the pagoda.
“Thank you. I'm just happy being able to show off with you. I hadn't anyone for the longest time. I was usually the one to look jealously at pairings interacting sweetly at the breakfast-, lunch- or dining table. Now I finally have you.”
Junsu had stopped in his tracks, being stunned by pity and sympathy because he had felt exactly the same, he had been in the same situation for the longest time. That had been finally over.
Spontaneously, he had attacked Jaejoong and pushed him to a niche in a corridor without thinking what he'd been doing. He had shamelessly moved his hips into Jaejoong's front till he could feel an erection and snogged him breathless.
He had only been satisfied when Jaejoong had moaned into his mouth and encouraged him to go on. Junsu had gone on, he had slipped his hand into Jaejoong's trousers and stroked him. Then he had fallen down to his knees, had taken Jaejoong's freed erection into his mouth and sucked him till he had come, hard. Even though it had been Junsu's first ever blow-job, Jaejoong had been swept off his feet.
The post-climax blush hadn't left Jaejoong when they'd reached Yoonji and Dahae's little tailoring room.
“Wow, do we look happy to see us,” the two Nunas had giggled at them knowingly.
Jaejoong and Junsu had greeted them embarrassedly and Jaejoong had told them that they had come for Junsu's new robes.
“Oh yes, we're almost done, we only have to take some final measurements, so the robes will fit you perfectly.”
“All right,” Junsu had agreed. Jaejoong hadn't looked so enthusiastic and about three minutes later Junsu had known why.
The girls had taken various measurements from his body but when they had come too close for Jaejoong's taste, he had started to have jealous fits. When they had reached his lower body part, specifically his derrière, Jaejoong had torn the measuring tape out of their hands and covered Junsu's body.
“Hands off him!”
“But he has a big ass, Jaejoong!”
“Yes, we have to know how much fabric we need to cover his trunk!”
“Quiet!” Jaejoong had yelled and Junsu had been so embarrassed he'd wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
In the end Jaejoong himself had measured his 'trunk' and passed the information on.
On their way out of the tailoring room, Jaejoong had stopped to ask Yoonji-nuna where the missing grandmaster had been.
“He wasn't in the smithy.”
“Yunho is in his bedroom, he's unpacking the presents his big brother has brought him. I think he's sad because Jihoon-oppa left without saying good-bye again.”
“Hyung left?” Jaejoong had asked in wonder and Junsu had felt guilty. He had known it was his fault this time.
“Yes. We couldn't find him. Nobody has seen him go, though. Typical Ninja.”
After that meeting Jaejoong and Junsu had talked barely, both had been feeling guilty and hadn't known what to say to each other in such a situation. They had made lunch and dinner mostly in silence and when the night had come, they had lazily slept in each other's arms.
The next days hadn't been as disastrous, in fact they had gone by without any big occasions, except for Heechul's or Yoochun's near-attacks, of course. Jaejoong had just been too fast for them. As promised, he'd been Junsu's reliable shelter.
So, here was Junsu in his third week in the pagoda, on the morning of New Year's Eve, embracing his human heater while trying to wake up in the next five minutes.
“Hey baby,” came Jaejoong's soft voice, “are you already awake?”
“Hmm...let me have five more minutes.”
“Okay, but let me go at least. I have to go to the bathroom.”
“No! You're taking all the heat with you,” Junsu complained with sleepy eyes.
He felt Jaejoong chuckle in his embrace. “What am I? Your human heater?”
Junsu smiled. “That's exactly what you are.”
“And here I was thinking I was the boyfriend that you love...”
“That you are, too.”
“Really?”
Junsu froze, what did he just agree to? Shit.
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