All Mine For The Taking
Title: All Mine For The Taking
Pairing: Onesided! Changmin/Jaejoong
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Rating: Slight NC-17 for violence and sexual situations
Idea: StarCandy 100 Words Challenge Prompt #18: King
Warning: Incest and character death
Summary: He was supposed to be the next heir, not his step-brother.
-x-
"Hyung, there you are," Changmin sighed when he finally found the person he was looking for. He stepped out into the backyard and walked over to where his step-brother sat near the riverbank with a sketchpad on his lap. Jaejoong looked up at him with a smile,
"Morning, Min."
"That's nice," Changmin leaned over Jaejoong's shoulder to take a good look at the charcoal sketch of the river and of the forest at the horizon. He thought his comment was appropriate, but Jaejoong didn't seem to think so.
"Just nice?" Jaejoong frowned, "I woke up at the crack of dawn to draw this and all I got was a nice?"
Changmin rolled his eyes, "Fine. It's beautiful. What should I have said? You know that I tend to pretend I like the paintings that step-mother buys just to make her happy. You're the one who's an expert at arts and paintings."
Jaejoong gaped at him. Changmin narrowed his eyes at the irritating stare,
"What?"
"I think that's the first time you've actually admitted that you were imperfect at something. You're finally becoming an actual human being," Jaejoong blinked.
"I am a full-blooded human being," Changmin whispered, leaning so close that Jaejoong could feel lips at his ear,
"Or did you forget how my cock fit so snugly in your tight hole last night?"
Changmin heard the older boy gasp and saw the skin on Jaejoong's neck flush pink. He watched his step-brother jump slightly in surprise when he dropped his left hand down to squeeze at the other's arse.
"Changmin!" Jaejoong hissed, taking a quick glance around.
"Don't worry, no one is looking," Changmin whispered, keeping his voice calm as his fingers trailed down into the other's pants and smirked when he found out that his step-brother wasn't wearing any underwear,
"Scandalous, aren't you?"
Jaejoong bit his lips when the fingers reached his loosened hole and gasped, feeling his cock hardening at the intimate touch when the fingers breached through the ring of muscle.
"And very naughty, it seems," Changmin continued to comment,
"Do you get off from the fact that my cum is still inside of you, hyung?"
Jaejoong clenched his eyes closed, not from the shame, but from how aroused he was at Changmin's dirty talk. He bit back a moan when soft, squelching sounds were heard as he felt Changmin's fingers thrusting into his hole again and again.
"Jaejoong-sshi? Changmin-sshi? Where are you?"
Changmin quickly pulled his fingers out before a maid appeared in the doorway of the mansion to the backyard,
"There you are. Breakfast is ready."
When the elderly woman left, Changmin caught Jaejoong's eyes and sucked off his own cum from his fingers. He watched Jaejoong swallow at the action.
"If I could, I would take you on this riverbank right now for everyone to see. But, you're not much of an exhibitionist, right hyung?" Changmin asked with a smirk. Jaejoong flushed harder and stiffened when he felt Changmin's hand palm at his erection straining through his pants,
"Fuck."
Changmin chuckled, "A member of the royal family shouldn't say such bad words. What will our country say when they find out that our future king likes to utter dirty commoner words?"
"Jaejoong-sshi! Changmin-sshi!" the maid shouted for them again and this time, Jaejoong quickly responded by rushing into the mansion with his sketchpad clutched to his chest. Changmin remained sitting where he was on the grassy riverbank with his shoulders tense and a sneer forming on his lips. He raised up his soiled fingers and glared at them,
"Once a dirty commoner, always a dirty commoner. And one who lived as one, should die as one."
-x-
The rest of the day passed uneventful, and now he was getting ready for bed after a dinner with his father, step-mother, and Jaejoong. He was in the middle of brushing his teeth when he suddenly heard his bedroom door open. He walked out of his bathroom to see Jaejoong sitting on the edge of his bed.
"What are you doing here?"
He had planned to never see Jaejoong for the rest of the day after hearing his father announce during dinner that he was moving up Jaejoong's coronation to tomorrow. He knew that it was his step-mother who had persuaded his father to move the event up and it angered him. Here he was, the rightful heir to the throne, ready to take over after his father retired, only to have his position given away to a half-breed instead.
Jaejoong frowned at the clipped tone, "Is this a bad time?"
Upon seeing his step-brother, Changmin finally managed to come up with a plan. He had been trying to come up with a plan to get rid of his step-brother while showering, but didn't know when he would find the right time to execute it before tomorrow's coronation.
"Of course not," Changmin lied, "I was just surprised. Usually you wouldn't come over until later when everyone's sleeping."
He moved towards the bed and stood in front of Jaejoong before leaning down and catching the other's lips in a kiss. He felt Jaejoong scooting backward on the bed and he stalked after him until he had the other boy trapped against the headboard. Changmin tried not to moan when he felt fingers card through his hair as the kiss deepened.
"Jaejoong will be the next heir. I know that you've been waiting for the position, and have been taught to become our country's next ruler since you could walk, but I'm disregarding the tradition and have the oldest between you two, be the next heir. I'm sorry, Changmin."
Changmin bit down hard on the lip that he was sucking on until he tasted the copper on his tongue. He expected Jaejoong to snap at him for biting so hard, but the other boy didn't seem to mind as their kissing continued.
He didn't find the situation to be fair. What made Jaejoong so special that the royal family tradition had to be broken?
Changmin found himself wrapping his hands around his step-brother's throat and applying pressure by digging his thumbs into the older boy's trachea. He looked down as Jaejoong's eyes flew open in surprise. He held on, knees pressing down on the mattress on either side of Jaejoong's hips to steady himself as his step-brother tried to fight back. But Changmin continued to squeeze harder, hoping to block the oxygen from entering into his step-brother's windpipe. He saw the tears slide down the other's cheeks and his name being mouthed until the very last breath was gone.
When he felt his step-brother's body go slack, it was hours until he managed to compose himself and move off of the body. Without hesitation, he pulled at the body until he was giving the other a piggyback. He didn't want to have his father or his step-mother question him on why Jaejoong was found dead in his bedroom. To make it believable, he thought that it'd be best if the body was found in Jaejoong's room instead.
On the trip to Jaejoong's bedroom, Changmin thought he would have to encounter a guard roaming around, but no one was around to witness him. He slipped into his step-brother's room and placed the body on the bed. He quickly rummaged around the room to find a letter opener and proceeded with his next plan.
Although a letter opener didn't quite have the same blade as a knife, it was the only sharp thing he could find besides a pair of scissors. He grabbed his step-brother's left hand, and gripped the letter opener firmly in his right hand before digging the tip into the flesh from the elbow and dragging it down to the wrist. It wasn't a perfect line and the cut wasn't as deep as he hoped, but the blood gushing from the arm he was holding, proved that it was enough to make people believe that his step-brother had taken his own life. Changmin grabbed the other hand and did the same but with less precision. He wanted to make the suicide believable and that meant using his own left hand to slit the other's wrist as if his step-brother had done the action himself.
With his plan done, Changmin stepped back from the bed and looked at his work. He felt elated and relieved that his step-brother was finally out of the way and that tomorrow's coronation will be all his for the taking.
"How can a lowly, dirty commoner who has a weak heart against emotions, be fit to rule our country?" Changmin scoffed, wiping the handle of the letter opener on his step-brother's handkerchief before placing it near the body,
"Sorry, hyung. But I never once saw you as a candidate for our country's ruler. This is where you end."
Pairing: Onesided! Changmin/Jaejoong
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Rating: Slight NC-17 for violence and sexual situations
Idea: StarCandy 100 Words Challenge Prompt #18: King
Warning: Incest and character death
Summary: He was supposed to be the next heir, not his step-brother.
-x-
"Hyung, there you are," Changmin sighed when he finally found the person he was looking for. He stepped out into the backyard and walked over to where his step-brother sat near the riverbank with a sketchpad on his lap. Jaejoong looked up at him with a smile,
"Morning, Min."
"That's nice," Changmin leaned over Jaejoong's shoulder to take a good look at the charcoal sketch of the river and of the forest at the horizon. He thought his comment was appropriate, but Jaejoong didn't seem to think so.
"Just nice?" Jaejoong frowned, "I woke up at the crack of dawn to draw this and all I got was a nice?"
Changmin rolled his eyes, "Fine. It's beautiful. What should I have said? You know that I tend to pretend I like the paintings that step-mother buys just to make her happy. You're the one who's an expert at arts and paintings."
Jaejoong gaped at him. Changmin narrowed his eyes at the irritating stare,
"What?"
"I think that's the first time you've actually admitted that you were imperfect at something. You're finally becoming an actual human being," Jaejoong blinked.
"I am a full-blooded human being," Changmin whispered, leaning so close that Jaejoong could feel lips at his ear,
"Or did you forget how my cock fit so snugly in your tight hole last night?"
Changmin heard the older boy gasp and saw the skin on Jaejoong's neck flush pink. He watched his step-brother jump slightly in surprise when he dropped his left hand down to squeeze at the other's arse.
"Changmin!" Jaejoong hissed, taking a quick glance around.
"Don't worry, no one is looking," Changmin whispered, keeping his voice calm as his fingers trailed down into the other's pants and smirked when he found out that his step-brother wasn't wearing any underwear,
"Scandalous, aren't you?"
Jaejoong bit his lips when the fingers reached his loosened hole and gasped, feeling his cock hardening at the intimate touch when the fingers breached through the ring of muscle.
"And very naughty, it seems," Changmin continued to comment,
"Do you get off from the fact that my cum is still inside of you, hyung?"
Jaejoong clenched his eyes closed, not from the shame, but from how aroused he was at Changmin's dirty talk. He bit back a moan when soft, squelching sounds were heard as he felt Changmin's fingers thrusting into his hole again and again.
"Jaejoong-sshi? Changmin-sshi? Where are you?"
Changmin quickly pulled his fingers out before a maid appeared in the doorway of the mansion to the backyard,
"There you are. Breakfast is ready."
When the elderly woman left, Changmin caught Jaejoong's eyes and sucked off his own cum from his fingers. He watched Jaejoong swallow at the action.
"If I could, I would take you on this riverbank right now for everyone to see. But, you're not much of an exhibitionist, right hyung?" Changmin asked with a smirk. Jaejoong flushed harder and stiffened when he felt Changmin's hand palm at his erection straining through his pants,
"Fuck."
Changmin chuckled, "A member of the royal family shouldn't say such bad words. What will our country say when they find out that our future king likes to utter dirty commoner words?"
"Jaejoong-sshi! Changmin-sshi!" the maid shouted for them again and this time, Jaejoong quickly responded by rushing into the mansion with his sketchpad clutched to his chest. Changmin remained sitting where he was on the grassy riverbank with his shoulders tense and a sneer forming on his lips. He raised up his soiled fingers and glared at them,
"Once a dirty commoner, always a dirty commoner. And one who lived as one, should die as one."
-x-
The rest of the day passed uneventful, and now he was getting ready for bed after a dinner with his father, step-mother, and Jaejoong. He was in the middle of brushing his teeth when he suddenly heard his bedroom door open. He walked out of his bathroom to see Jaejoong sitting on the edge of his bed.
"What are you doing here?"
He had planned to never see Jaejoong for the rest of the day after hearing his father announce during dinner that he was moving up Jaejoong's coronation to tomorrow. He knew that it was his step-mother who had persuaded his father to move the event up and it angered him. Here he was, the rightful heir to the throne, ready to take over after his father retired, only to have his position given away to a half-breed instead.
Jaejoong frowned at the clipped tone, "Is this a bad time?"
Upon seeing his step-brother, Changmin finally managed to come up with a plan. He had been trying to come up with a plan to get rid of his step-brother while showering, but didn't know when he would find the right time to execute it before tomorrow's coronation.
"Of course not," Changmin lied, "I was just surprised. Usually you wouldn't come over until later when everyone's sleeping."
He moved towards the bed and stood in front of Jaejoong before leaning down and catching the other's lips in a kiss. He felt Jaejoong scooting backward on the bed and he stalked after him until he had the other boy trapped against the headboard. Changmin tried not to moan when he felt fingers card through his hair as the kiss deepened.
"Jaejoong will be the next heir. I know that you've been waiting for the position, and have been taught to become our country's next ruler since you could walk, but I'm disregarding the tradition and have the oldest between you two, be the next heir. I'm sorry, Changmin."
Changmin bit down hard on the lip that he was sucking on until he tasted the copper on his tongue. He expected Jaejoong to snap at him for biting so hard, but the other boy didn't seem to mind as their kissing continued.
He didn't find the situation to be fair. What made Jaejoong so special that the royal family tradition had to be broken?
Changmin found himself wrapping his hands around his step-brother's throat and applying pressure by digging his thumbs into the older boy's trachea. He looked down as Jaejoong's eyes flew open in surprise. He held on, knees pressing down on the mattress on either side of Jaejoong's hips to steady himself as his step-brother tried to fight back. But Changmin continued to squeeze harder, hoping to block the oxygen from entering into his step-brother's windpipe. He saw the tears slide down the other's cheeks and his name being mouthed until the very last breath was gone.
When he felt his step-brother's body go slack, it was hours until he managed to compose himself and move off of the body. Without hesitation, he pulled at the body until he was giving the other a piggyback. He didn't want to have his father or his step-mother question him on why Jaejoong was found dead in his bedroom. To make it believable, he thought that it'd be best if the body was found in Jaejoong's room instead.
On the trip to Jaejoong's bedroom, Changmin thought he would have to encounter a guard roaming around, but no one was around to witness him. He slipped into his step-brother's room and placed the body on the bed. He quickly rummaged around the room to find a letter opener and proceeded with his next plan.
Although a letter opener didn't quite have the same blade as a knife, it was the only sharp thing he could find besides a pair of scissors. He grabbed his step-brother's left hand, and gripped the letter opener firmly in his right hand before digging the tip into the flesh from the elbow and dragging it down to the wrist. It wasn't a perfect line and the cut wasn't as deep as he hoped, but the blood gushing from the arm he was holding, proved that it was enough to make people believe that his step-brother had taken his own life. Changmin grabbed the other hand and did the same but with less precision. He wanted to make the suicide believable and that meant using his own left hand to slit the other's wrist as if his step-brother had done the action himself.
With his plan done, Changmin stepped back from the bed and looked at his work. He felt elated and relieved that his step-brother was finally out of the way and that tomorrow's coronation will be all his for the taking.
"How can a lowly, dirty commoner who has a weak heart against emotions, be fit to rule our country?" Changmin scoffed, wiping the handle of the letter opener on his step-brother's handkerchief before placing it near the body,
"Sorry, hyung. But I never once saw you as a candidate for our country's ruler. This is where you end."