Bird Cage - Double-shot
Title: Bird Cage
Length: double-shot [1/2]
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romantic drama (one of those weird ones where Jaejoong is a sex slave)
Summary: "Stop commenting on me as if I were a torn painting and do what you paid to do, quickly."
Jaejoong screamed as the man shoved him onto the hard cold cement floor. He shivered and attempted to clutch the thin fabric of his robe to his snow dusted form but it gave little warmth. The man backed away and loudly closed the door they had come though.
Another man stepped out form the shadows, the little light from a single bare bulb glistening on his golden cane and ink colored beard. The man pointed his cane, the long rod singing in the air like a sword, at Jaejoong's down turned face. "Get up," he growled. His voice like he already hated Jaejoong's shivering form.
Jaejoong stayed as if he didn't hear the man's voice. The man lifted his cane into the air and slammed it against the boy's face, the little body crippling against the floor and whimpering like a crushed flower.
"I said get up," the man repeated, and this time Jaejoong shakily rose to his knees. His face bowed towards the floor and his hands balled between his knees. The man brought his cane to Jaejoong's chin to lift the boy's face to him. Glossed pale gray orbs looked up at him. One partly closed from the coating of crimson blood surrounding it, some of the liquid dripping down the gashed cheek like tears to pool on the boy's interlaced fingers. The eyes looked at the man's nose, not his eyes, never his eyes.
The man turned his cane right and left, moving Jaejoong's face effortlessly with it, to examine the pale mask like features of the boy. After moments, the cane fell and so did Jaejoong's face. The first man came back from the floor and grabbed Jaejoong by his shoulders, easily lifting him from the ground, and threw him against the closed door.
"Clean him up and put him in the harbor tonight," the man said over his shoulder as he dissolved back into the shadows.
Jaejoong barely had time to grasp for air as the man shoved him through the door, the snow heartlessly ripping at the boy's bare feet.
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The rope tightened around the slender wrist, the tightness almost breaking the bone. Jaejoong moaned from the pain and dug his freshly painted nails into his raw palms, the dripping foul smelling black paint staining the skin and dripping further down his long fingers. The man lifted the boys other wrist and tied it beside the other, same force used and same pain felt.
Jaejoong kept his eyes down until the man stepped away from him. When he did Jaejoong looked around at the other presentations of people in the room. Girls and boys alike being strapped down to the wooden boards, their white priest like robes a striking contrast to their sunken faces and confined limbs. Some struggled while others took their places quietly and lifted their arms to the awaiting ropes. Jaejoong's eyes landed on a girl in the far corner with a cloth wrapped around her eyes. The fabric sunk in to the sockets and looked black from the blood crusted on it. The cloth never once moved because she never once blinked.
Jaejoong looked down at his own self. He looked down at his robe's tied knot as his stomach and prayed that it wouldn't be touched before this night was morning.
The man who tied him came back and laid the board Jaejoong was tied to on the ground and pulled it to the center of the room. The other men who were preparing the others left them and stood beside the far wall, waiting for what they had to do.
Jaejoong's eyes widened, he was not expecting to be the first up. Being the first up meant being bought first, and being bough so early ment more time with who bought you. He'd rather say in the under ground looking at the damned souls of the others than spending the night like that.
Suddenly the man stepped away and the floor began to shake. Jaejoong grounded his teeth as the board was lifted to the opening celling, his eyes narrowing from the widening line of white light falling on him. When the machine grounded together and the movement came to a stop Jaejoong opened his eyes, but didn't look out at the new room. He couldn't take what would be looking back at him, both what he saw and what he didn't but knew was there. The thousands of eyes that were looking at him, his beautifully presented body, and biting their lips in desire as they pressed their bidding button over and over again. Their fat ring covered fingers tightening over their thick thighs, their twisted minds wishing the hand was Jaejoong's tongue searching for something a litter hotter and higher up.
But that wasn't what Jaejoong kept his mind off of, the windows the men were looking through were mirrors to him. Scrutinizing, merciless, demanding mirrors that portaled demons and stole souls. Jaejoong wouldn't, couldn't, look at himself now. The long stitched up gash on his cheek and the bruises on his eye lids would stare to hard back. Instead he kept his eyes to the crusted, pealing, dirty ceiling.
After hour dragging minutes went past a soft bell sounded and the floor started slowly descending back down. Jaejoong whispered a soft prayer as it fully landed on the under ground again and he was lurched to the side, then off the splintering board, then out of the room.
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His skin was warm, finally, as Jaejoong ran his fingers over the silk sheets of the bed he was placed on. His fingers were scrubbed down so his running fingernail polish looked more like an actually image conscious job. Jaejoong's white robe was tight around his body and he had long ago made sure to wrap it so it covered everything he wanted not to be shone.
The room door cracked suddenly revealing a man, the man who bought him. Jaejoong sat up straight on the bed, his face turning down in respect and fear of the approaching man. Jaejoong could hear the man remove his coat and shoes and walk towards the bed. The man stood before Jaejoong silently. He grasped the boy's chin and lifted Jaejoong to look at him.
"So beautiful," the man whispered, his thumb running under Jaejoong's eyes and down his cheek. "But yet so abused," the man's thumb raked over the stitched cut in Jaejoong's cheek.
Jaejoong bit his tongue and closed his eyes. "Stop commenting on me as if I were a torn painting and do what you paid to do, quickly."
The man laughed and backed away, turning his back to Jaejoong and unbuttoning his dress shirt. Jaejoong gulped, watching with wide eyes as the man slowly revealed a chiseled sun kissed back. Excitement couldn't be contained. Most of Jaejoong's buyers were overweight egotistic vain greedy sweat covered hogs so this man, a tall dark and handsome well mannered softly spoken gentleman, is beyond all wishes Jaejoong could have ever wished.
The man turned back to Jaejoong, a wide smirk on his face. "So shall we skip formalities or do you care?"
Jaejoong's head tilted to the side. "For- formalities?" he asked.
"Introductions, civilized greetings, all the sorts," the man clarified. Jaejoong understood but stayed silent. The man laughed. "My name is Yunho," he placed his hand over his chest to further indicate that he was who he said.
"My name is Jaejoong," Jaejoong didn't move his hands but nodded his head in recognition.
Yunho's hands returned to his sides heavily. He looked over Jaejoong's awkward form like looking over a precious jewel. "You are almost entirely perfect, dear Jaejoong," he muttered low to himself. Jaejoong felt his skin heat with blush at the comment, not because it was new to him to be called perfection, but because the way Yunho said it almost made it seem like it were true.
"You didn't pay to stand around and flatter me, did you?" Jaejoong interrupted the man's dozy state. Yunho looked shocked at first before smiling again.
"Indeed," he laughed. His thin fingers started working to take off his belt and Jaejoong saw that as his cue to move. Jaejoong crawled to the center of the bed and undid the knot of his robe, goose bumps covering his skin as it slipped from his body onto the floor, and got on his hands and knees. The position of submission and animalistic intercourse that he was taught to offer.
Jaejoong felt a chill go up his naked back as Yunho crawled up behind him. Yunho's hands went directly to Jaejoong's waist, stroking and palming the smooth skin, soft huffs of moans escaping Jaejoong's parted lips from the gentle caress. Yunho's hands went up to Jaejoong's sides, slowly and deliberate with every touch, and grabbed onto the slender frame. With ease he flipped Jaejoong over on the bed and positioned himself over the boy before he could make any word.
"I hope you don't mind but I would enjoy seeing your face as I make love to you." Jaejoong's voice caught in his throat in an uncomfortable lump. Never has a buyer asked for anything other than the standard position, or referred to this sin as 'making love'.
Jaejoong could no nothing but gulp as Yunho's breathtaking smile. The man took that as a yes and leaned down to capture Jaejoong's lips in a soft innocent kiss. Jaejoong was the first to lick at Yunho's chapped lips and demand for more, to which Yunho happily followed. Their tongues merged in Jaejoong's mouth, dancing as if they were the tails of Spanish woman's dresses and only breaking when their lungs screamed for oxygen. Yunho leaned his forehead against Jaejoong's unwounded cheek, breathing heavily onto the man's perspiring neck. Jaejoong breathed heavily himself as he held on to the back of Yunho's arms that stood on either side of his shoulders.
Yunho began kissing down the side of Jaejoong's neck, his legs bending and going between Jaejoong's as slowly as his tongue was licking down his skin. Soon, Yunho was on his knees, his elbows bent to lower himself to Jaejoong wet collar bone, and Jaejoong's feet were wrapped around his waist, ankles locked behind his thighs.
"Do you recall my name?" Yunho huskily asked into the flesh of Jaejoong's neck.
It took Jaejoong a moment before he answered, "yes... Yunho."
"Good," Yunho scraped his teeth down to the center of Jaejoong's chest, making the boy moan shamelessly and fist the silk sheets until his knuckles turned white. "Because I want you to scream it when I let myself go inside of you."
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A/N: This is my first real attempt at anything like this. I've thought about it forever but never wrote it down...
There will be a second part that will be NC-17 material.
I hope you liked it. Please remember to leave a comment, Thank you for reading :]
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