Eternal - Chapter 9

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Title: Eternal
Author: meheartyunho
Length: Chaptered (9/?)
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Angst, Romance, AU, Supernatrual, Violence, Drama
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: When you get the impossible and reached a point where you wanted, needed to claim it, what were you to do? Especially when the impossible was the love and affair of your sister’s fiancé, when the year was 1873 and men shouldn’t feel anything but the urge for a family and wealth.
But what if you ran away and got another shot at the impossible? What if you had no other choice? You just had to learn how to live with the thirst, the hormones, the fights and the bloody, lusty, animalistic sex.
Beta: hubby fi_chan <3
Banner made by my sweetheart steorie <3

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A/N: Woah, I'm so sorry for this late update! I didn't even realise that I hadn't updated for almost a month now! I guess this chapter will be your reward, it is the smuttiest yet haha >XD And just to get this out, I'm once again, very sorry about not replying to your comments T.T trust me, I read and appreciate every single one you give me, I really do! Ah, forgive me? T_T

A/N2: Also! Chapter 8 was not properly posted on jaeho_detox, so there is a chance that some of you missed it! Just to warn you guys before you read this :)

Chapter 9

They had been walking the forest the whole cloudy day, and still when night came they had more to see. There were more things to the woods than they had ever spotted before, mainly because they had never spent more than a few hours in one, but also because of their new set of eyes. They caught light that humans did not; they saw colours that weren’t really there before. They heard things so far off they thought they were swarmed with animals and weather of all kind until they learned how to only hear what they wanted to. Like the sound of Yunho’s voice or the way Jaejoong’s warmth spread in his body when they came close.

Animals were few; although they could hear them and sense them they all made a good job hiding from their vision. They knew they were dangerous, just like Yunho and Jaejoong could tell when danger was close to them, although that had yet to happen.

Jaejoong was walking a few steps ahead of Yunho and Yunho had since long given up the fight to stay as close as possible to him. Yunho wanted time to examine and explore, he wanted to understand. Jaejoong was on the other side of his mind, too curious to stop for anything really. Once he caught a whiff or trail or sight he followed it in a heartbeat, pointing out new things for Yunho before he had even gotten the chance to enjoy the last three things Jaejoong had so eagerly shouted about.

“Where are you going now?” Yunho called after him and the noise made a few crows shake and fly from their resting point over Jaejoong’s head.

“I think there’s some kind of river or something.” He sniffed lightly and just like he thought he could smell water from somewhere in front of him. He followed it, tearing through some light bushes and jumping over a fallen tree. It was dead and slightly grey to the colour and judging by the stench a family of something similar to badgers or skunks had moved in under the gigantic roots.

He could hear the faint thump of Yunho jumping over the stem behind him and he slowed down for a second to let Yunho catch up with his eager feet. Once he felt a hand grab his he shot away again in a way that made Yunho raise his eyebrows. You’d think he was dying of thirst. Either that or water was very exciting to Jaejoong, which would be new since he had always thought to know everything there was to know about Jaejoong.

The river was more of a pond-calm and clear, just like them, and Jaejoong hunched down next to it. He hadn’t ever really seen something like it, always in town or by the invariably moving river he loved so much. This water was still and much like the lake he had visited once as a child. That was the only thing comparable.

Yunho was behind him now and he let him have his moment to himself. He was there by stroking his hair, but he stayed quiet until Jaejoong decided to speak.

His reflection was clear in the blue and black reflecting the sky and he leaned in closer. Was that him? He had never called himself beautiful, much less believed Yunho’s words when he heard them but now he truly couldn’t think of any other that fit.

All the different colours of a black sky with streaks of a northern light shone in his eyes. Apparently his eyes changed colour in the dark into a green emerald, smooth and bright like olives. Thick eyelashes enhancing them like coal would. His hair was just as black as the cosmos and the blue tint reminding him of a crow’s wings. He had always been pale but this… this was like snow.

Do I really look like that? The words died on his tongue when Yunho leaned down to carefully kiss his warm neck where his hair tickled his skin.

“Do you see how beautiful you are?” he asked, stroking Jaejoong’s clothed arms. Jaejoong cast an eye over his shoulder, staring back at the perfect balance of dark chocolate and honey, manly bitter and warmly sweet.

“You even more so. How am I supposed to live with constant desire for the rest of my life?” he asked with a small hint of desperation and he saw Yunho’s lips smile. He leaned back against the chest sitting behind him with a firm balance when Yunho’s finger caressed his jaw.

“The same way I’ve had to resist myself around you since the moment we made eye contact.” He kissed his ear this time and Jaejoong closed his eyes with a pleasurable hiss. His erogenous zones had clearly gotten more sensitive with his new body. A big plus. No, a huge plus. “Only you don’t,” he finished and Jaejoong turned, pressing his lips against Yunho’s vibrant neck. It had always been sensitive under Jaejoong’s mouth and he wanted to see if he could still make Yunho shelve.

Yunho grunted and grabbed a hold of Jaejoong’s aroused little body pushing against him.

“You…” He stopped talking before he could even start and Jaejoong continued with his act, tonguing and sensually kissing over his pulse and warm skin. He kissed over the strings of his throat that jutted out when Yunho stretched his neck; he licked underneath the prominent jaw line and kissed down to his collarbones. Gorgeous, gorgeous man, was all he could think. And he’s mine.

Just something so simple made it all so very much more arousing. The thought of knowing that he could have this man right now if he pleased, which he did, and said man would only enjoy it and want him just as much... It was the last pull that made him lift his arms up and throw them around Yunho’s neck, and he brought his hand up in his soft hair. Yunho got the message and dropped his head to finally kiss him properly on the lips.

They had been too caught up with everything else that the day had not been spent as much between them as they would have liked. But neither of them were going to waste this opportunity. The balance came quickly and Jaejoong spread his legs to allow Yunho the space between them when they lay down on the ground. There was no cold soil or uncomfortable hard rocks digging at his flesh and bones-all he felt was his own body resting effortlessly on something that might as well have been a mattress. His thick skin didn’t allow the pain to work on his body. Pain was further away in this shell, and it got him thinking about how fragile they had really been. In comparison to this they had been like shallow, paper-thin glass, every move making them juggle dangerously in the air.

Yunho slipped his hand in under his sleeve, fingertips and nails lightly caressing and scratching the sensitive skin of his pale underarm. He shivered hard in his hold and his breathing intensified as the hands worked its way up to his equally sensitive over arm. Every inch brought his fingers closer to the area of Jaejoong’s erogenous zones and he was feeling it in his whole body. His ears, his nipples, his abdomen. They were oozing with blood, hairs standing straight as it flowed higher to the surface in pace with Yunho’s hands closing in.

“Feeling good?” Yunho’s breath was like a smack to his ear and a noise he hadn’t known was captured in his throat came out in reply. Yunho smiled and lightly kissed his lips again, keeping his eyes open for his beloved’s reactions to his caressing. Jaejoong had given up his sight the moment Yunho’s hand left his arm for his chest and he made sure not to remove the sensation by pressing up too far against Yunho’s hand. It was the light teasing that drove him crazy, and Yunho knew. He was still careful not to slip his tongue between Jaejoong’s lips quite yet, and it was a real test of character. Jaejoong’s lips had never felt better, even softer and plumper than when he was mortal. And he had never tasted lips like those before in his life.

These kisses were the kind you just wanted to eat, or put in your pocket to carry around and adore whenever you needed it. The addictive kind he was not sure how to stop.

“Just…” Jaejoong whined and moved around and Yunho felt the wet press of Jaejoong’s tongue against the slit of his lips. There went his self-control. He parted them for access and Jaejoong dove in quicker than Yunho could blink. He didn’t stay long though and Yunho wrestled him out of his mouth to savour Jaejoong’s instead. They shared a deep moan through their mouths and Yunho decided that breaking the liplock was worth it if he got to get rid of Jaejoong’s shirt. So he pulled away and immediately grabbed the shirt and tugged it off of his stretched arms.

The shirt landed somewhere next to them and Jaejoong pressed the warmth of Yunho down against him again. A big palm came in-between, soft and soothing that wasted no time. Jaejoong’s chest was searched and immediately fondled, his nipples affectionately and wonderfully rubbed by Yunho’s thumb.

There was no usual bump of their limbs or occasional strain that acquired a change of position. Everything moved like it should, perfectly harmonized and lovely like nothing else.

Their first time had been awkward and painful at a point, but it had definitely felt something like this. Something so euphoric and adrenaline producing that made them never want to let go. Something that made Jaejoong cling to Yunho’s back whilst he was thrust into.

It had taken place in Yunho’s bed. They had been out in the rain and so they had to change when they finally reached his room. When they eventually got to bed all Yunho had in mind was that right next to him laid the love of his life (his gorgeous love) that could not possibly be wearing underwear underneath those pants. It was Yunho’s pyjamas, and the thought that Jaejoong’s body was just a few buttons away finally got a bit too unbearable.

What would his pyjamas smell like after Jaejoong had used them? Would the scent be more intimate, did he smell differently when he was sleeping or when he was aroused and pushing against Yunho’s hands? Would it stay on Yunho’s clothes for him to feel and smell when Jaejoong gave them back?

The thoughts aroused him until he could see patches of black in his mind and the bed felt like it was tilting and his groin was pulsating and warm like held over a fire. He had waited so long, only settling with intimate presses of their bodies that were nice at first but could now arouse him into a full erection. He didn’t know how long he could possibly stand it. It was close to torture whenever he felt or saw a new patch of skin, or Jaejoong’s nipples when the wind made him cold.

It had started with spooning that night and Yunho’s hand had slipped underneath the shirt with his palm covering Jaejoong’s flat abdomen in a way that pressed them tighter together.

The cleft of Jaejoong’s buttocks had been visible through the fabric, and so Yunho had also felt it against his lower body when spooning him. They were round and so clearly felt against him that he might as well have been palming them. Getting a spontaneous erection was not a good thing; the last thing he wanted was to scare Jaejoong. But that was all a bit too late now.

He was a virgin, Yunho knew, just like he knew that Jaejoong was very nervous about losing his virginity. Giving himself to Yunho would mean something. It would mean betraying his sister on a whole other level, just like it would mean dirtying himself in a way he wasn’t sure he wanted. Not that making love to Yunho was dirty, but Yunho was soon to be married. It wasn’t accepted. But most of all, it would mean commitment that couples only made after marriage. They would have something special together and it would suddenly turn very, very serious. They wanted it, they were serious but… Sharing something so special was something he’d never forget. If he lost Yunho he’d always remember him as the man that for the first time in his life brought him pleasure and love. It would make it so much harder to get over him.

Yunho understood all of this, they had talked about it but he was sure Jaejoong was now arching and pressing back against Yunho’s bulge. He was insanely hard, and he only slept in his underwear. There was no way to miss it. When Jaejoong pretended to angle his hips he was sure. He was positively being invited into Jaejoong’s body; the boy just didn’t dare to say anything about it. When Yunho raised his hand to rest over the left side of Jaejoong’s chest he was even surer. Jaejoong’s heart was beating at a crazy speed and there was no way that could have happened from just Yunho’s hand inside his shirt (like so many times before). Jaejoong was not thinking innocent thoughts.

Yunho had soon found out that he had been completely right with his suspicion when he got rid of Jaejoong’s pants. It had taken them some time before Yunho could finally get his whole erection in but Jaejoong had bitten back the pain and breathed through it. Neither of them had lasted very long, but the minutes of pleasure and closeness had felt special.

Now Yunho didn’t know if it was helping him or hurting him by thinking back at the time he took Jaejoong’s virginity. It all felt a bit surreal anyway, to be on their way to making love in a forest, but that wasn’t by far the strangest thing they had gone through the last few days.

Jaejoong opened his eyes and Yunho’s stared right back at him. When Jaejoong’s had turned green Yunho’s had only turned darker. But it aroused him and he figured that must have been the purpose of them. To lure in food with beauty and pleasure.

He moaned an invite for Yunho to continue and he did: blowing cold air on his nipples and gently biting them as they hardened. He licked at them before he reached down to unbutton Jaejoong’s pants. But apparently Jaejoong was getting impatient by the still fully clothed Yunho and he lowered his hand to swat Yunho’s away. Instead he grabbed a tight hold of Yunho’s trousers and pulled the zipper down in a slow, jerking motion. Yunho’s hips pressed forward against the hand that would soon release him from the tight area and his breathing hardened by the closeness of his crotch and Jaejoong’s warm fingers.

Even though it had only been a few days ago, it felt like forever had passed since Jaejoong had grabbed a steady hold of his excited penis. It only brought him further back in time, back to the night Jaejoong had first given him an incredible handjob.

A few girls had showed him the pleasure of it before but that was only hours after he had met them. He had waited for months for Jaejoong, and when the moment finally came it felt like it only lasted a few seconds before he exploded. Jaejoong’s shirt had gotten ruined and he had borrowed a shirt from Yunho to go home in. That was now his favourite and the one he slept in every single night when the real thing wasn’t there with him. It was one of the few bits of clothing he had brought with him on their journey.

Yunho’s blurry thoughts got incredibly clear and focused when Jaejoong’s hand was finally down his pants and stroking his fingertips over the swollen, bulbous head. He wasn’t very wet just yet, but Jaejoong would not have that for very much longer. He knew Yunho’s weak spots and Yunho groaned when Jaejoong drew his thumb with quite a pressure up and down the underside of his erection.

Jaejoong moaned and planted small kisses along Yunho’s jaw and ear, whispering things into his ear that made Yunho’s toes curl. He loved it when Jaejoong got confident, it made him sexy, sensual-especially now. He was stroking him like he adored even his crotch, which, in truth he did. Yunho was blinding, and even though Yunho might not realise or see it himself, Jaejoong was absolutely infatuated with the change. It wasn’t a huge one, but the positives he had fallen in love with were just so enhanced.

He rubbed him quicker and Yunho felt himself leaking over Jaejoong’s moving hand. The pressure made him pant and he grabbed Jaejoong’s hip with one hand and closed his eyes. He was just about to come when something disturbed him. A sound, a smell and a very heavy energy hanging in the air that could not be anything less than someone’s presence. His hand shot out to stop Jaejoong’s and he grabbed the wrist with his fingers. His eyes were now open and staring out into the dark and Jaejoong hesitantly searched Yunho’s face.

“Yun? Is something wrong?” Yunho covered his mouth and since his only option was to breathe through his nose, he felt it too. There were different kinds of smells. One strong in particular that outshone the others. It attracted him. It was like his polar magnet that drew him in so easily. He contemplated pushing Yunho off of him and run to the source. But he couldn’t do that-he had no idea what it actually was. He tried to work out the other smells, and he found that one scent was much like his or Yunho’s, although not as alluring as he found Yunho’s to be. Was it one like them?

“I think someone’s there,” Yunho said and carefully removed his hand from Jaejoong’s mouth. Jaejoong didn’t speak, only nodded and slowly sat up in time with Yunho. Apparently, Yunho did not like that idea and he pushed him down on the ground again as if sheltering him. “Please stay. Or at least stay behind me.” It surprised Jaejoong how composed and clear Yunho was-Jaejoong was still trying to calm down after the intense intercourse that was on its way between them just moments ago, and he hadn’t even been the one with a hand around his penis!

But that was soon pushed aside and out of his mind by Yunho’s words.

“Are you seriously still trying to protect me? Yunho, I’m not a woman! Hell, I’m not even human anymore!” Yunho put his hand over his mouth once again and his eyes turned into small slits.

“And you’re not being very careful either!” he whispered harshly and looked toward the bushes. He didn’t know if the thing was still there, but he was sure it wasn’t far away. “I want you to stay behind me because I know you react by emotions-not your head. I want you behind me because I love you and I’m sorry but yes, I still feel the need to protect you. Now more than ever. So, please, don’t make me feel guilty because of this. I’m jealous, I’m possessive, and I’m protective. I thought you knew?” Before Jaejoong could come with a retort that Yunho was actually curious about, a sound came from the same spot they had been focusing on for the last few seconds.

Yunho slowly got up, and this time Jaejoong took a while before he too stood on his legs. He stayed behind Yunho-not expected, but it happened when he knew Yunho was serious. He didn’t like it but he preferred that over upsetting Yunho. Besides, he couldn’t say he hated to know that Yunho cared for him. He put on his shirt quickly while Yunho buttoned his pants-his once hard penis limp again. It only made Jaejoong want to strangle whatever it was that disturbed them.

Yunho moved slowly forward, an aura of guard around him that stretched far behind until it enclosed Jaejoong in safety too. It was a warm feeling, and it left Jaejoong without doubt that nothing would hurt him. Not with Yunho right there. It made him want to reach out and affectionately breathe in the scent of his neck and shoulders-sling his arms around his torso and press against his back. But he couldn’t, not right now, and he made sure to save the thoughts for later use.

Yunho stopped suddenly but nothing had changed. There was no more noise or movement from the bush, but the presence was there.

He was giving the creature an opportunity to present itself.

Nothing happened and they waited, looking at each other and back at the spot. Maybe it wasn’t a human, or whatever it was that they were. Maybe it was just a scared animal hiding from them, or maybe the presence was further away than they thought. But it just seemed so clear. They both felt the same thing, smelled the same scent. There had to be something.

Jaejoong tugged at Yunho’s arm for attention and Yunho looked over his shoulder. Jaejoong flicked his head forward to urge them to move. They would get nowhere by just staring all night, and even if it was something dangerous they were in just as much danger standing there. They might as well see what it was.

Yunho strode forward and Jaejoong kept an even pace with him slightly behind his shoulder now instead of fully hidden behind his back. Yunho didn’t seem to notice, or he knew that he would not be able to force Jaejoong any further back. Besides, he could see him there-if Jaejoong was behind him he would have no clue of what was happening to him. So they continued toward the bushes, still observant and on the edge, but it seemed like everything around them stood still. Their focus was on one thing and one thing only and it shut out all other harmless things. At the same time it was nagging and echoing at the back of Jaejoong’s mind, hearing the noises, feeling the feelings and breathing in the scents. It told him to stay observant. If there was one thing, surely there could be more anywhere around them.

But nothing seemed to happen. They reached the green leaves and nothing attacked, nothing spoke and nothing retreated. The tension was beginning to simmer away like a boiling pot that slowly cooled into plain water again. The sounds of animals were coming back, the cries of angry crows and heavy hooves against rocks and roots. Insects flying from plant to tree and frogs that jumped and ate them. A circle that was finally back and registering. But it didn’t get rid of the heavy smell of something absolutely, irresistibly delicious.

Jaejoong took one deep breath and was moving forward so quickly that Yunho had to grab his strongest of holds of the man to push him back against his chest. Yunho did not breathe and Jaejoong gasped in heaving breaths. It was so intruding, so tempting and still it was just a faint smell. Like someone swiped a brush under his nose to then pull away and fade into the background. But once you smelled it you kept feeling it until you couldn’t stand it no more. And that was Jaejoong’s problem.

The smell in itself was not what got to him. He did not find it very pleasant, but his body… it screamed for it, it clawed and gnawed and fought. Yunho’s hands were clinging onto him and he was practically off the ground now, flying and kicking and trying to get away. Yunho was horrified, helpless and without clue as to what to do. His sweet, calm Jaejoong was acting like an animal, and not the cozy kitten he already was. He was scratching his hands and biting the air, his muscles tense and eyes livid and glowing in the dark.

“Jaejoong! Jaejoong- God, please calm down!” He did not fear for himself, not the least. What scared him was that he knew Jaejoong was out of control, that he wasn’t thinking. He didn’t know what was happening or what could happen if Jaejoong had his way and disappeared into the dark. But Yunho knew there was a smell, he had felt it and instantly stopped his breath when he did. Something so tempting was not to be played with. Had he run to Jaejoong like this the first time he met him surely his parents would have had his head. He knew how to deal with temptation.

But the struggle didn’t stop and by now they were turning sweaty from exhaustion. They were both undeniably strong and stubborn, and Yunho’s hands were bleeding from Jaejoong’s nails.

Jaejoong could not hear anything. He couldn’t feel pain, couldn’t feel the hold of Yunho around him, he couldn’t hear his voice and he couldn’t stop what he was doing. Deep down he hoped for it to stop and for Yunho to help him, to stop him. He didn’t know where he wanted to go. Who knew how far off it was? The last thing he needed was to make it in there without his beloved. He needed Yunho with him now, especially now. It wasn’t until Yunho managed to drag him backwards and pinch his nose closed that he could focus on the voice and let the blur fade.

“Jaejoong! Jae, please, focus on me. Try to control yourself!” Yunho’s voice was right next to his ear and he listened and nodded, relaxing in Yunho’s hold and slowly sinking to the ground. “Jae…” It was a whisper now and Jaejoong nodded again, assuring him he was fine. He didn’t breathe now and he looked up at Yunho’s face. His eyes held the same pain that he always had when he worried, and Jaejoong could see the slight loss of skin on Yunho’s hands. He knew immediately where they had come from and he reached out to press them against his cheeks.

“I’m sorry.”

Yunho shook his head. “It’s okay. I can’t feel anything.” But despite that, his eyes were wet and his blood flowing faster than a downhill river. It’s nothing compared to what could have happened if I lost hold of you.

Jaejoong frowned and put the hands in front of his pale face. “Don’t lie to me. You’re bleeding.” He carefully glided a finger over the scratches, catching small droplets of blood on it. The red contrasted against his pale skin and something in him couldn’t let go of how beautiful it was. It was so attractive, so tempting and he knew without tasting or feeling it that he wanted it. His body tingled and he tried to make up his mind about taking his finger to his tongue or not.

“Jae?” Yunho gazed at him from the ground, Jaejoong hunched and staring intently at his finger. From the lack of response Yunho doubted he had even been heard.

“Don’t.”

It was a sudden and unfamiliar voice that startled them and Jaejoong twirled around on his legs to crouch. Leaves and dirt got fisted in his hands and his eyes turned into slits.

Yunho on the other hand had been more prepared; he had heard the rustling and felt the presence back again before he could step out. But he was caught equally off guard, and so it amazed both Jaejoong and the stranger that Yunho had found time to hide Jaejoong behind him.

Well, they say a tiger never loses its stripes.

The hiss came quickly and on reflex from their throats and Jaejoong crawled closer to sit near enough to feel Yunho’s shoulder blade against his arm.

It was a man, a gorgeous, gorgeous one. His hair was dark, but lighter than Jaejoong’s. The colour suited his face better and it flowed down in waves underneath his jaw. His eyes were surprisingly dull and emotionless, grey to the colour, but they managed to glow. His lips were almost pink, although not the rosy kind Yunho had. Even they were a faint greyish colour that reminded Jaejoong of a withering flower. But it suited him and if Jaejoong had not already seen beauty so strong in Yunho, and had he not been so in love, he would have fallen for the newcomer. He wondered if that feeling would ever disappear, he couldn't very well fall in love with every new creature he met.

The man made no move to speak or elaborate on his firm word from just seconds ago and Yunho enjoyed knowing that he looked intimidating. One wrong step forward and the man would be hanging from the tree with a branch through his chest. It was showing in Yunho’s eyes and thus he decided to speak first.

Yunho stretched, his chest bulking out when he spoke and he rose slowly. “Who are you?”

The stranger smiled at the sound of Yunho’s voice-an open-mouthed smile that glowed with strong teeth. With fangs. “I’m Yoochun.”

A/N: Wahooo! A new character to the fic! :D Are you guys excited~ ? Did you expect it? Tell me people!
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