[fic] espionage;
(006) espionage;
yoochun/changmin; rated r
02/30 completed for in_vazn
author's note: THIS IS TO MAKE UP FOR THE PREVIOUS.
Oh my god. Nothing but just crack and some wannabe smut at the end. ♥?
And, as always, comments are loved and appreciated. Thanks for reading.
"Your mission, if you choose to accept it, Park, is inside that envelope," the man said, his back turned. "You can leave after you've made your decision."
"Are you always this big of a hard ass, Shim-ssi?"
Laughter fills the office and the chair spins around for Yoochun to come face to face with a pair of mismatched eyes, "Always."
Yoochun sometimes has dreams where he's a spy. A hunter and a man on the run all at once. The thrill of the chase, the fear for his life. But when he wakes up without the watch that's a phone and Changmin is just Changmin and not his boss, Yoochun feels empty.
(I want to be a spy, Changminah.
You really need to stop watching the Bond movies.
...you could be my Bond girl! Cherry Goodenplenty!
Hyung.
What?
I'd be your M.)
"But Micky, you can't leave yet." She's scantily clad in nothing but what she was born in, sprawled out on a bed with oversized pillows and satin sheets. "Stay, baby." A slender hand reaches over and tugs him back onto the bed as the other easily wraps around his length.
Yoochun moans, nodding helplessly, "Yeah. Okay, one more round."
Sometimes the dreams are a bit on the NC-17 side and when Yoochun wakes up realizes that he's not a spy, it overshadows the pain from his erection. Until, of course, he shifts and realizes the state that his dream left him. He blames Changmin for this, of course, and blindly searches for his phone in the dark.
(...Changminah?
Hyung? What time is it?
I don't know. Come over.
Did you have another Bond girl dream? What was her name this time?
Ivana- That doesn't matter. Just come over.)
Bullets whiz past, a few penetrating the window of his getaway car. A few curses escape under his breath as he weaves in and out of traffic on the busy roads of Tokyo.
Bea Onnatop, at least that's the name Yoochun's given her, is nothing short of amazing: gun in hand, taking out the enemy like a pro.
And then? Then they're safe and she's having her way with him in the front seat of his car.
Sometimes when Yoochun daydreams about being a spy, he needs someone to snap him out of it. He thinks about fast cars, fast women, just a fast life and it isn't until Changmin's straddling his lap, a hand unfastening (now, unzipping) his pants, that Yoochun is forced to come back to the present.
Silenced by lips pressed against his own, Yoochun runs his fingers through Changmin's hair. But then, everything stops because Changmin is a tease (a fucking tease) and Yoochun can't do anything but whine.
(Do you really want to touch yourself, hyung?
I. What.
Or do you really want me to?
Tease. Fucking tease. Will you just cut it out and do something us-
Like this?
I- Yeah. Yeah. Just like. That.)
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yoochun/changmin; rated r
02/30 completed for in_vazn
author's note: THIS IS TO MAKE UP FOR THE PREVIOUS.
Oh my god. Nothing but just crack and some wannabe smut at the end. ♥?
And, as always, comments are loved and appreciated. Thanks for reading.
"Your mission, if you choose to accept it, Park, is inside that envelope," the man said, his back turned. "You can leave after you've made your decision."
"Are you always this big of a hard ass, Shim-ssi?"
Laughter fills the office and the chair spins around for Yoochun to come face to face with a pair of mismatched eyes, "Always."
Yoochun sometimes has dreams where he's a spy. A hunter and a man on the run all at once. The thrill of the chase, the fear for his life. But when he wakes up without the watch that's a phone and Changmin is just Changmin and not his boss, Yoochun feels empty.
(I want to be a spy, Changminah.
You really need to stop watching the Bond movies.
...you could be my Bond girl! Cherry Goodenplenty!
Hyung.
What?
I'd be your M.)
"But Micky, you can't leave yet." She's scantily clad in nothing but what she was born in, sprawled out on a bed with oversized pillows and satin sheets. "Stay, baby." A slender hand reaches over and tugs him back onto the bed as the other easily wraps around his length.
Yoochun moans, nodding helplessly, "Yeah. Okay, one more round."
Sometimes the dreams are a bit on the NC-17 side and when Yoochun wakes up realizes that he's not a spy, it overshadows the pain from his erection. Until, of course, he shifts and realizes the state that his dream left him. He blames Changmin for this, of course, and blindly searches for his phone in the dark.
(...Changminah?
Hyung? What time is it?
I don't know. Come over.
Did you have another Bond girl dream? What was her name this time?
Ivana- That doesn't matter. Just come over.)
Bullets whiz past, a few penetrating the window of his getaway car. A few curses escape under his breath as he weaves in and out of traffic on the busy roads of Tokyo.
Bea Onnatop, at least that's the name Yoochun's given her, is nothing short of amazing: gun in hand, taking out the enemy like a pro.
And then? Then they're safe and she's having her way with him in the front seat of his car.
Sometimes when Yoochun daydreams about being a spy, he needs someone to snap him out of it. He thinks about fast cars, fast women, just a fast life and it isn't until Changmin's straddling his lap, a hand unfastening (now, unzipping) his pants, that Yoochun is forced to come back to the present.
Silenced by lips pressed against his own, Yoochun runs his fingers through Changmin's hair. But then, everything stops because Changmin is a tease (a fucking tease) and Yoochun can't do anything but whine.
(Do you really want to touch yourself, hyung?
I. What.
Or do you really want me to?
Tease. Fucking tease. Will you just cut it out and do something us-
Like this?
I- Yeah. Yeah. Just like. That.)
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