FICLET: Stealing Breath
Hello everyone! I wrote a small ficlet in honor of stevenghost birthday! She requested ShinChul with a bit of ShinHyun. It didn't quite turn out the way I had planned, yet I am oddly satisfied with the ambience of the piece.
I hope you enjoy this, honey! And a Happy Birthday again! =^^=V
"Stealing Breath" (a Ficlet)
By: Miracle Shining miracleshining
PAIRINGS: One-sided ShinChul (Shindong/Heechul) with a mention of ShinHyun (Shindong/Kyuhyun)
RATING: R
GENRE: Angst/Romance/Dark Themes
WARNINGS: Almost smut, a bit of unhealthy obsession
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't own them, if I did, there would be FAR more HanHae action.
SUMMARY: Heechul doesn't take kindly to others stealing Shindong's breath away. (Heechul's POV)
SPECIAL NOTE: Written for stevenghost for her birthday, I hope it was a happy one! (This didn't turn out quite the way I had intended, but I hope you like it just the same!)
*****
I don't like when he sits too close.
It's like I can almost smell the pheremones leaking off him. Like some kind of liquid that spills off his skin and then seeps into the furniture and clothes and everything. It's bitter to my senses and seems to trip off to the tip of my tongue.
It's not that I don't like him. That's not the question.
Kyuhyun is a sweet kid. But he's a kid. Not quite aware of his allure yet, but knowing there's something hidden just underneath his skin. Like he can almost smell his own scent and is throwing it out into the air to see if anyone else can catch a whiff.
It's only when I notice Shindong breathing do I question Kyuhyun's real motives.
The two often sit close together, especially if there's something interesting on the television. Kyuhyun moves in and snuggles up against Shindong. It's then that I can see Shindong's nostrils flare, like the scent has just caught his attention. He parts his lips slightly and draws in a slow breath. Primal, just a flick of his tongue and just as quickly the expression has disappeared.
Kyuhyun wears a smug look on his face. He treasures the moments that he knows he's stolen Shindong's breath away.
I seethe.
I feel my tongue press between my teeth until I can taste iron dancing around the insides of my mouth. I swallow the bitter flavor and savor in it. It's not healthy and I don't care.
I'm the pretty one. I'm the star. I'm the one that all eyes fall upon. I'm loud. I'm obnoxious. I'm loved by everyone. I am simply who I am.
Yet Shindong remains just out of my reach. Somehow not charmed by my ways. I've had everyone from Jungsu to Henry under my spell at one time or another. But never Shindong. Always one breath away from me. Kyuhyun is always there, like a wall of scents swirling around the other's man's head.
I lean over the couch nonchalantly and smell Shindong's hair lightly. He startles and looks back at me. The smile on his face is innocent. Kyuhyun isn't the only one who can take breath away. At that moment I have to remind myself to inhale again.
He asks me if there's something wrong and I assure him otherwise. Kyuhyun's hand has slipped into Shindong's and laced through his digits. His fingers are long and almost fragile. Even more elegant than my own graceful hands. I wonder in the back of my head if his scent is bleeding into Shindong's skin. If I ran my tongue down the other's palm, would I taste Kyuhyun hiding just underneath the graze of my teeth?
No, I wouldn't want that. When I lick Shindong's skin, it will be to only taste my own scent staining his flesh. Pearl essence dripping off his stomach and pleasure dripping down between my legs. Fingers soaked with stickiness and sweat sliding up and down our bodies. I will only taste raw power and a deep connection.
And at that moment I will seize Shindong's lips. I will be the one to steal his air away. And he will only see me, know me. And when he draws in the next gasp, I will be his reason to breathe.
END.
I hope you enjoy this, honey! And a Happy Birthday again! =^^=V
"Stealing Breath" (a Ficlet)
By: Miracle Shining miracleshining
PAIRINGS: One-sided ShinChul (Shindong/Heechul) with a mention of ShinHyun (Shindong/Kyuhyun)
RATING: R
GENRE: Angst/Romance/Dark Themes
WARNINGS: Almost smut, a bit of unhealthy obsession
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't own them, if I did, there would be FAR more HanHae action.
SUMMARY: Heechul doesn't take kindly to others stealing Shindong's breath away. (Heechul's POV)
SPECIAL NOTE: Written for stevenghost for her birthday, I hope it was a happy one! (This didn't turn out quite the way I had intended, but I hope you like it just the same!)
*****
I don't like when he sits too close.
It's like I can almost smell the pheremones leaking off him. Like some kind of liquid that spills off his skin and then seeps into the furniture and clothes and everything. It's bitter to my senses and seems to trip off to the tip of my tongue.
It's not that I don't like him. That's not the question.
Kyuhyun is a sweet kid. But he's a kid. Not quite aware of his allure yet, but knowing there's something hidden just underneath his skin. Like he can almost smell his own scent and is throwing it out into the air to see if anyone else can catch a whiff.
It's only when I notice Shindong breathing do I question Kyuhyun's real motives.
The two often sit close together, especially if there's something interesting on the television. Kyuhyun moves in and snuggles up against Shindong. It's then that I can see Shindong's nostrils flare, like the scent has just caught his attention. He parts his lips slightly and draws in a slow breath. Primal, just a flick of his tongue and just as quickly the expression has disappeared.
Kyuhyun wears a smug look on his face. He treasures the moments that he knows he's stolen Shindong's breath away.
I seethe.
I feel my tongue press between my teeth until I can taste iron dancing around the insides of my mouth. I swallow the bitter flavor and savor in it. It's not healthy and I don't care.
I'm the pretty one. I'm the star. I'm the one that all eyes fall upon. I'm loud. I'm obnoxious. I'm loved by everyone. I am simply who I am.
Yet Shindong remains just out of my reach. Somehow not charmed by my ways. I've had everyone from Jungsu to Henry under my spell at one time or another. But never Shindong. Always one breath away from me. Kyuhyun is always there, like a wall of scents swirling around the other's man's head.
I lean over the couch nonchalantly and smell Shindong's hair lightly. He startles and looks back at me. The smile on his face is innocent. Kyuhyun isn't the only one who can take breath away. At that moment I have to remind myself to inhale again.
He asks me if there's something wrong and I assure him otherwise. Kyuhyun's hand has slipped into Shindong's and laced through his digits. His fingers are long and almost fragile. Even more elegant than my own graceful hands. I wonder in the back of my head if his scent is bleeding into Shindong's skin. If I ran my tongue down the other's palm, would I taste Kyuhyun hiding just underneath the graze of my teeth?
No, I wouldn't want that. When I lick Shindong's skin, it will be to only taste my own scent staining his flesh. Pearl essence dripping off his stomach and pleasure dripping down between my legs. Fingers soaked with stickiness and sweat sliding up and down our bodies. I will only taste raw power and a deep connection.
And at that moment I will seize Shindong's lips. I will be the one to steal his air away. And he will only see me, know me. And when he draws in the next gasp, I will be his reason to breathe.
END.