[FIC] wild wild west - 1
Title: Wild, Wild West
Length: Triple shot [1/3]
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: PG-13 (now) - NC-17 (later)
Genre: romantic drama
Warning: This fic contains very innocent Jaejoong, Yunho being possessive, and Shiwon being an idiot. Also mild violence, pillaging, burning stuff.
Summary: Yunho is the leader of the Shinki Tribe, a tribe of Indians who roam the American plains and pillage towns for resources and recreation. When the tribe sets its sights on a small quaint town in the middle of nowhere, Yunho finds a treasure that was so sinful and tempting he could not keep his hands off: Kim Jaejoong, the son of a wealthy oil tycoon and fiance to the small business man Choi Siwon.
plot by gaypop
On the top of a hill, to the east of the town limits. Yunho steadied his horse and looked down at the towns main road. A long dirt stretch between numerous shops and saloons. People filed in and out of the building, as small as bugs to the chief watching, completely oblivious to the target set upon their quaint town.
Another rider came beside Yunho, pulling his black stallion to a stop a foot from the leaders golden one. Yunho looked from the corner of his eye to the other, looking his painted warrior once over before turning back to the town.
"What is it you wish?" Yunho asked softly when the man stayed silent.
"I-," the man started but rethought his first words, slightly turning his head down. "Eagle of the Sun, why must you keep watch over this village as if it were a newborn?"
Yunho took a deep breath, keeping his eyes on a small gathering of men outside of a saloon. "I plan to ride into this town soon, Blackbird. I am simply watching over like a hunter."
Blackbird grunted but kept his words to himself. He pulled hard at his horses reins and turned from his leader, riding swiftly down the hill back into camp. Yunho watched bored as his warrior stomped into the elders hut, knowing that nothing the sour man said made any difference. But his rash words would have shocked the old men.
He turned to take one final look down at the town before riding down the hill.
~
"Tell me this isn't true?" Jaejoong gasped as he watched his father pace in front of the couch. his fists balled in the stiff green fabric as his father kept his head down. "Then it is?" he took the silence as an answer. "My god Father, when were you planning on telling me of my own engagement? When you burn the ring onto my finger? Or did you wish to keep it a secret forever?"
Jaejoong's father stopped and turned sharply at his son. "No, Jaejoong, it was not a secret. I was waiting on the proper time to tell you,"
"The proper time," Jaejoong slammed down his fists on the soft seat, "was the honeymoon that time or just a few hours before?"
"Jaejoong, please stop making this larger than it should be-"
"My life is coming to an end and you're asking me to keep this quiet? Do you not even care that you have stolen my freedom right from under me?" Jaejoong's father drew his lips into a thin line and turned away from his son, going back to his pacing. Jaejoong stood from the couch and headed towards the door.
"You throwing this fit will not put the wedding off, Jaejoong. You will get married to him at the end of the week." Jaejoong's father called after the man, but Jaejoong kept walking as if he hadn't heard him.
The old screen door slammed behind Jaejoong, a cloud of dust forming at his feet to make his dirty shoes even dirtier. He stomped down the wood steeps, the stained wood creaking from his heavy boots. His mind was set hard on the face of his father, pale complexion and tight lips. Business as always when it came to his father. Jaejoong snarled.
"Whats with that face, honey?" someone called out to the boy. Jaejoong turned to see Siwon and a group of other men make their way from a saloon across the street. "I take it your old man told you the news?"
Jaejoong scrunched his nose when Siwon stopped in front of him and the small of alcohol floated from his mouth. "He has, and I'm completely against it-"
"Well it isn't about what you say!" Siwon interrupted, his voice loud and obnoxious. His group busted out in laughter as Jaejoong's face flushed.
"Look at him, he is so cute!" one man yelled over the laughter.
"He looks like a lady!" another yelled. Siwon didn't respond to the yells, he only laughed louder. "I wish he wasn't gettin' snagged, I would a' liked a go at him!"
"Keep it to yourselves, pigs!" Jaejoong screamed over the laughter. His eyes were zeroed in on Siwon's blurry ones. "Keep yourself in check, Sir. I want you to know I would rather be kidnapped then have to marry you!" And without another word Jaejoong walked off down the road and towards a small bar. Siwon watched in amusement as his boots created a thin line of thick dust.
~
Sparrow watched silently as his leader painted his horse for battle. The golden stallion wore red stripes under his eyes and cheeks, going down his neck and the strong muscles of his shoulders. From behind the cloth saddle more lines curved over his butt and down his legs. Paint and red string was tied into his tail to make the yellow locks shine like the embers of the sun. Yunho had matching face paint, a red hand print covering his right eye.
"Are you ready for the attack?" Sparrow asked suddenly. Yunho turned to him and nodded stiffly.
"My warriors are bloodthirsty." he said lowly.
Sparrow grimaced from the answer, his wrinkles folding in deeper and his eyes almost completely closing. "That was not my question."
Yunho dipped his fingers into the clay bowl of thick red paint and made two more lines on his horse, his middle and pointer fingers running down the middle of his forehead slowly, before speaking. "I am a warrior." He handed the bowl to Sparrow and walked away.
"Something is different," Sparrow turned to see one of Yunho's warriors beside him. The heavy black paint around his eyes and neck gave the feeling of darkness and intimidation. Cold eyes trained on Sparrow, seeming to look down at his soul. "Eagle of the Sun has a plan."
"What do you mean, Blackbird?" Sparrow whispered, his voice easily showing his fear.
Blackbird curled his lip. "You know something old man. Don't protect him just because he is the eldest son. Our father's death doesn't make him overruling chief, I can still hold power."
Sparrow stayed quiet. He shuffled and turned to walk away, when a hand shoved roughly at his shoulder knocking him from his feet easily and sending him to the ground. The cloud of dust his body made covered his face and the paint he was holding covered the front of his coat. Blackbird's laughter was hollow as he stepped over the man's body easily and walked in the same direction as his brother.
~
Jaejoong swigged down a hard gulp of his whisky. He clanked the glass down upside down besides the other three glasses. "No fucking respect," he muttered.
A woman sitting on the other side of the bar pored him another shot, leaning over the bar so her cleavage bulged from her dress. "It's okay, Jae baby. Let it all out."
Jaejoong took the glass and threw it back as quickly as he did the others. "Dirty pigs," he grumbled. His finger flicked against the small pile of glasses he made. "You know, I wish I were killed tonight so I don't have to get married to that animal. Just... murdered."
The woman sighed and went to pour another glass but Jaejoong held up his hand. "You finished?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jaejoong nodded. "I don't want to get so drunk I'm falling down. This is enough for me." He smiled and stood from the bar stool, shaky, pulling the sleeves of his jean coat down to his wrists, and stumbled towards the bar. "Put it on my tab," he called over his shoulder at the girl.
Outside, the once hot day was now a cold night, the streets almost completely pitch black other than the lights pouring into it from the well lit taverns and shops. Jaejoong walked into the middle of the road, trying to keep his eyes away from the groups of men laughing beside the saloons and the couples touching in the dark corners, and looked straight up into the night sky. The stars were bright, millions of them glowing like the beams of flashlights from the sky. Each one was brilliant and beautiful, alone in the sky but free. Surrounded by others sharing that freedom and embracing it, loving it and not trying to control the space of another or force the other to create something with another star. Jaejoong stared with jealously up at them.
With a heavy sigh Jaejoong dropped his head and started walking. When his boot touched the ground again a hissing sound tore through the air and a knife lodged in the ground inches from his foot.
Jaejoong looked up just as a woman ran by him, a man running behind her, shrill screams cutting from their throats. He turned to see what was behind them, a pounding coal gray horse was running down the street, a shotgun in one hand and a torch in the other, lighting up the riders painted face like a mask of fire. Jaejoong felt his body stiffen with fear as he watched the man come closer. But then another rider came in from the side, his brown horse pulling Jaejoong's attention away when he darted out of an alley into his vision. The man lifted his gun and blew a man away, someone not standing three feet from Jaejoong. The gun blast was defining, the screaming was overwhelming, and the high pitched calling of the men on the horses were enough to drive people insane.
Jaejoong stepped back slowly, once, then darted off behind him. He almost tripped over his feet in his haste but he was able to get steady and escape the two men, but now that he turned he saw more men. A dozen horses were running up and down the street. Townspeople were dropping from their guns and fire like flies. Building that were once lit from their candle light now burned like the sun from flames set on their roofs and walls. Jaejoong's eyes stung from the heat as he ran next to the shops. He didn't know where he was running, he just knew he had to run.
"Indians!" someone yelled out. Jaejoong knew it was Indians, he knew they raided and destroyed town like this, but he wasn't concerned on who. He just wanted to be safe from the horror scene erupting around him.
From the corner of his blurred vision Jaejoong caught the shade of a familiar coat. He turned to see Siwon with two revolvers in his hands shooting at the Indians as they circled his families saloon, their calling loud and their torches bright. Jaejoong wasn't thinking as he called out to Siwon and started running in his direction. The alcohol was fogging his judgement and the familiar face made him need that comfort and no danger was more important.
"Jaejoong," Siwon's eyes widened when he saw Jaejoong going towards him, his guns stopping their fire for a second as he watched the man approach. The Indian who was circling the front steeps of the saloon took his chance and threw his torch onto the roof of the building. He smiled at the panic stricken face of Siwon and started his pitch black horse towards Jaejoong. Jaejoong stopped running and stood frozen as the man rode towards him. His face was ash covered, black paint surrounding his eyes and covering his neck, and more darkness seeming to boil out from his cold eyes. It looked as if death were coming for him, riding atop his specter horse, when a flash of gold streaked across his eyes.
Another horse, another man, but this time he was gold, as gold as the sun. Jaejoong closed his eyes from the brightness but once he did his body tried to shut down, the shock and drunkenness grabbing him finally. He started to fall backwards before an arm snaked itself around his waist, yanking him up onto the golden horse. He could feel the hard coat and saddle as he was placed on it, and the feeling of a bare wet body pressing against his. Jaejoong let himself be taken into those feelings as his mind slowly slipped away.
The last thing he could register was a hand coming up to softly press on his back, as if reassuring him of safety, and wishing him a good night.
A/N: Gosh, I hope this was okay. I love the west, my father is a huge western fan and that by default makes me one too. John Wayne = childhood hero. I think I couldn't quite grasp this though because I was trying to make the civilized society of the cowboy be evil and in turn make the Indian's the good guys. Completely opposite from whats put on TV. I hope hope, pray, that you like this.
Thank you for reading and please remember to leave wonderful comments :]
PS: hey gaypop, do you like this same day delivery?
Length: Triple shot [1/3]
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: PG-13 (now) - NC-17 (later)
Genre: romantic drama
Warning: This fic contains very innocent Jaejoong, Yunho being possessive, and Shiwon being an idiot. Also mild violence, pillaging, burning stuff.
Summary: Yunho is the leader of the Shinki Tribe, a tribe of Indians who roam the American plains and pillage towns for resources and recreation. When the tribe sets its sights on a small quaint town in the middle of nowhere, Yunho finds a treasure that was so sinful and tempting he could not keep his hands off: Kim Jaejoong, the son of a wealthy oil tycoon and fiance to the small business man Choi Siwon.
plot by gaypop
On the top of a hill, to the east of the town limits. Yunho steadied his horse and looked down at the towns main road. A long dirt stretch between numerous shops and saloons. People filed in and out of the building, as small as bugs to the chief watching, completely oblivious to the target set upon their quaint town.
Another rider came beside Yunho, pulling his black stallion to a stop a foot from the leaders golden one. Yunho looked from the corner of his eye to the other, looking his painted warrior once over before turning back to the town.
"What is it you wish?" Yunho asked softly when the man stayed silent.
"I-," the man started but rethought his first words, slightly turning his head down. "Eagle of the Sun, why must you keep watch over this village as if it were a newborn?"
Yunho took a deep breath, keeping his eyes on a small gathering of men outside of a saloon. "I plan to ride into this town soon, Blackbird. I am simply watching over like a hunter."
Blackbird grunted but kept his words to himself. He pulled hard at his horses reins and turned from his leader, riding swiftly down the hill back into camp. Yunho watched bored as his warrior stomped into the elders hut, knowing that nothing the sour man said made any difference. But his rash words would have shocked the old men.
He turned to take one final look down at the town before riding down the hill.
~
"Tell me this isn't true?" Jaejoong gasped as he watched his father pace in front of the couch. his fists balled in the stiff green fabric as his father kept his head down. "Then it is?" he took the silence as an answer. "My god Father, when were you planning on telling me of my own engagement? When you burn the ring onto my finger? Or did you wish to keep it a secret forever?"
Jaejoong's father stopped and turned sharply at his son. "No, Jaejoong, it was not a secret. I was waiting on the proper time to tell you,"
"The proper time," Jaejoong slammed down his fists on the soft seat, "was the honeymoon that time or just a few hours before?"
"Jaejoong, please stop making this larger than it should be-"
"My life is coming to an end and you're asking me to keep this quiet? Do you not even care that you have stolen my freedom right from under me?" Jaejoong's father drew his lips into a thin line and turned away from his son, going back to his pacing. Jaejoong stood from the couch and headed towards the door.
"You throwing this fit will not put the wedding off, Jaejoong. You will get married to him at the end of the week." Jaejoong's father called after the man, but Jaejoong kept walking as if he hadn't heard him.
The old screen door slammed behind Jaejoong, a cloud of dust forming at his feet to make his dirty shoes even dirtier. He stomped down the wood steeps, the stained wood creaking from his heavy boots. His mind was set hard on the face of his father, pale complexion and tight lips. Business as always when it came to his father. Jaejoong snarled.
"Whats with that face, honey?" someone called out to the boy. Jaejoong turned to see Siwon and a group of other men make their way from a saloon across the street. "I take it your old man told you the news?"
Jaejoong scrunched his nose when Siwon stopped in front of him and the small of alcohol floated from his mouth. "He has, and I'm completely against it-"
"Well it isn't about what you say!" Siwon interrupted, his voice loud and obnoxious. His group busted out in laughter as Jaejoong's face flushed.
"Look at him, he is so cute!" one man yelled over the laughter.
"He looks like a lady!" another yelled. Siwon didn't respond to the yells, he only laughed louder. "I wish he wasn't gettin' snagged, I would a' liked a go at him!"
"Keep it to yourselves, pigs!" Jaejoong screamed over the laughter. His eyes were zeroed in on Siwon's blurry ones. "Keep yourself in check, Sir. I want you to know I would rather be kidnapped then have to marry you!" And without another word Jaejoong walked off down the road and towards a small bar. Siwon watched in amusement as his boots created a thin line of thick dust.
~
Sparrow watched silently as his leader painted his horse for battle. The golden stallion wore red stripes under his eyes and cheeks, going down his neck and the strong muscles of his shoulders. From behind the cloth saddle more lines curved over his butt and down his legs. Paint and red string was tied into his tail to make the yellow locks shine like the embers of the sun. Yunho had matching face paint, a red hand print covering his right eye.
"Are you ready for the attack?" Sparrow asked suddenly. Yunho turned to him and nodded stiffly.
"My warriors are bloodthirsty." he said lowly.
Sparrow grimaced from the answer, his wrinkles folding in deeper and his eyes almost completely closing. "That was not my question."
Yunho dipped his fingers into the clay bowl of thick red paint and made two more lines on his horse, his middle and pointer fingers running down the middle of his forehead slowly, before speaking. "I am a warrior." He handed the bowl to Sparrow and walked away.
"Something is different," Sparrow turned to see one of Yunho's warriors beside him. The heavy black paint around his eyes and neck gave the feeling of darkness and intimidation. Cold eyes trained on Sparrow, seeming to look down at his soul. "Eagle of the Sun has a plan."
"What do you mean, Blackbird?" Sparrow whispered, his voice easily showing his fear.
Blackbird curled his lip. "You know something old man. Don't protect him just because he is the eldest son. Our father's death doesn't make him overruling chief, I can still hold power."
Sparrow stayed quiet. He shuffled and turned to walk away, when a hand shoved roughly at his shoulder knocking him from his feet easily and sending him to the ground. The cloud of dust his body made covered his face and the paint he was holding covered the front of his coat. Blackbird's laughter was hollow as he stepped over the man's body easily and walked in the same direction as his brother.
~
Jaejoong swigged down a hard gulp of his whisky. He clanked the glass down upside down besides the other three glasses. "No fucking respect," he muttered.
A woman sitting on the other side of the bar pored him another shot, leaning over the bar so her cleavage bulged from her dress. "It's okay, Jae baby. Let it all out."
Jaejoong took the glass and threw it back as quickly as he did the others. "Dirty pigs," he grumbled. His finger flicked against the small pile of glasses he made. "You know, I wish I were killed tonight so I don't have to get married to that animal. Just... murdered."
The woman sighed and went to pour another glass but Jaejoong held up his hand. "You finished?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jaejoong nodded. "I don't want to get so drunk I'm falling down. This is enough for me." He smiled and stood from the bar stool, shaky, pulling the sleeves of his jean coat down to his wrists, and stumbled towards the bar. "Put it on my tab," he called over his shoulder at the girl.
Outside, the once hot day was now a cold night, the streets almost completely pitch black other than the lights pouring into it from the well lit taverns and shops. Jaejoong walked into the middle of the road, trying to keep his eyes away from the groups of men laughing beside the saloons and the couples touching in the dark corners, and looked straight up into the night sky. The stars were bright, millions of them glowing like the beams of flashlights from the sky. Each one was brilliant and beautiful, alone in the sky but free. Surrounded by others sharing that freedom and embracing it, loving it and not trying to control the space of another or force the other to create something with another star. Jaejoong stared with jealously up at them.
With a heavy sigh Jaejoong dropped his head and started walking. When his boot touched the ground again a hissing sound tore through the air and a knife lodged in the ground inches from his foot.
Jaejoong looked up just as a woman ran by him, a man running behind her, shrill screams cutting from their throats. He turned to see what was behind them, a pounding coal gray horse was running down the street, a shotgun in one hand and a torch in the other, lighting up the riders painted face like a mask of fire. Jaejoong felt his body stiffen with fear as he watched the man come closer. But then another rider came in from the side, his brown horse pulling Jaejoong's attention away when he darted out of an alley into his vision. The man lifted his gun and blew a man away, someone not standing three feet from Jaejoong. The gun blast was defining, the screaming was overwhelming, and the high pitched calling of the men on the horses were enough to drive people insane.
Jaejoong stepped back slowly, once, then darted off behind him. He almost tripped over his feet in his haste but he was able to get steady and escape the two men, but now that he turned he saw more men. A dozen horses were running up and down the street. Townspeople were dropping from their guns and fire like flies. Building that were once lit from their candle light now burned like the sun from flames set on their roofs and walls. Jaejoong's eyes stung from the heat as he ran next to the shops. He didn't know where he was running, he just knew he had to run.
"Indians!" someone yelled out. Jaejoong knew it was Indians, he knew they raided and destroyed town like this, but he wasn't concerned on who. He just wanted to be safe from the horror scene erupting around him.
From the corner of his blurred vision Jaejoong caught the shade of a familiar coat. He turned to see Siwon with two revolvers in his hands shooting at the Indians as they circled his families saloon, their calling loud and their torches bright. Jaejoong wasn't thinking as he called out to Siwon and started running in his direction. The alcohol was fogging his judgement and the familiar face made him need that comfort and no danger was more important.
"Jaejoong," Siwon's eyes widened when he saw Jaejoong going towards him, his guns stopping their fire for a second as he watched the man approach. The Indian who was circling the front steeps of the saloon took his chance and threw his torch onto the roof of the building. He smiled at the panic stricken face of Siwon and started his pitch black horse towards Jaejoong. Jaejoong stopped running and stood frozen as the man rode towards him. His face was ash covered, black paint surrounding his eyes and covering his neck, and more darkness seeming to boil out from his cold eyes. It looked as if death were coming for him, riding atop his specter horse, when a flash of gold streaked across his eyes.
Another horse, another man, but this time he was gold, as gold as the sun. Jaejoong closed his eyes from the brightness but once he did his body tried to shut down, the shock and drunkenness grabbing him finally. He started to fall backwards before an arm snaked itself around his waist, yanking him up onto the golden horse. He could feel the hard coat and saddle as he was placed on it, and the feeling of a bare wet body pressing against his. Jaejoong let himself be taken into those feelings as his mind slowly slipped away.
The last thing he could register was a hand coming up to softly press on his back, as if reassuring him of safety, and wishing him a good night.
A/N: Gosh, I hope this was okay. I love the west, my father is a huge western fan and that by default makes me one too. John Wayne = childhood hero. I think I couldn't quite grasp this though because I was trying to make the civilized society of the cowboy be evil and in turn make the Indian's the good guys. Completely opposite from whats put on TV. I hope hope, pray, that you like this.
Thank you for reading and please remember to leave wonderful comments :]
PS: hey gaypop, do you like this same day delivery?