| Fan Fiction |
by Cool_1312 and aronist_ed
Note: NC-17 smut warning!
The bottle in his grip was slowly slipping away from his fingers as his breathings came out laboured and heavy. Another burning sip down the throat and he sank to the floor, his vision blurred under the influence of the alcohol. He wondered how long he had been wasted, drinking bottle after bottle, doing nothing in particular.
And that just wouldn’t do, especially not for Jung Yunho.
Mind still obviously drunk, he opened the door, trudging slowly towards the dance floor which was located right below his office. Once he heard the thumping beat of the music, his body automatically danced to it, letting the rhythm to lead him towards the heart of the dance floor.
He didn’t realize it at first.
His thoughts were all jumbled up (a particular thanks to a certain black-hair police officer), making it a little too dull for his brain to pick up anything strange in his surroundings. And when he finally did, it was a little too late. “No…” He whispered as a hand snaked under his shirt, touching his sensitive buds. It was loud; the music that was being played in the club and he knew that his soft ‘no’ wouldn’t register much weight.
So with much difficulty, he shook his head just to clear his vision for a bit just to meet with a pair of familiar eyes. His eyes widened as he saw the smirk forming in the other’s lips. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He whispered but was ignored as the other man leaned towards his ear, his hot breath fanning against his nape.
“Are you nursing a broken heart, Yunnie?” The other voice whispered and Yunho couldn’t help but shuddered. “You sure have a bad way of trying to deal with healing wounds and such.”
“How the heck did you get into my fucking club?” Yunho bite out harshly and he could see the amusement in the other man’s eyes. “Get your hands off me!”
“Do you want to know something special, Yunnie-kun?”
“Don’t try to play games with me.”
A lazy smile. “Hazied isn’t in control over this turf anymore, I am.”
And Yunho could only watch in horror as his ex-boyfriend winked at him before disappearing into the crowd. So this was what life really was for him. Was there such a day where he could get drunk, dance like a crazy man without being molested by a figure of his past?
He guessed not.
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At the other end of the world, two dark figures moved in the dim room.
Kim Junsu, leader of Hazeid, pushed into the tight heat once again, watching as the tons of emotions flickered across the man who was under him. This one was a little bit younger, he thought, too tender and less wary than the ones he used to have.
Definitely not a good omen.
“Faster…”
The whispered demand, soft yet firm, urged Junsu to push harder, to be quicker. The other man was gripping his arms tight, too tight that it would sure be leaving a nice blue bruise tomorrow. “You are one beautiful creature.” Junsu whispered before doing a few more quick thrust, ensuring that the other man came first before he did.
Silence reigned in when Junsu pulled out, stepping off of the bed, his sweaty body glinted in the moonlight. “There’s no need to come tomorrow night.” Junsu whispered and almost immediately, those eyes showed something that he wasn’t ready to deal with and the criminal suddenly wished that he didn’t have to do this each night.
Junsu put on the robe lying on the bedside’s table, not wanting to see the other man dressing quickly as though wanting to avoid his gaze. But Junsu could see the same. He could always see the tears, tears that wore him out day by day. And it pained him just as much as it pained the other man.
The soft slamming of the door only added to the tense atmosphere. How long had it been since he last saw the police officer? As Junsu lightened a cigarette, images of Yoochun bleeding profusely on the floor of a broken bus haunted him once again.
He was so scared.
He wondered what would happen if he had come a little bit later. There was no way that the hit-man hired by his enemy would let Yoochun live. It was a code different from what he had led his underground gang.
It burdened him whenever he tried to look into the future. How would all of this end? Will Yunho and Keita be willing to follow him to prison if they ever get caught? He couldn’t. He couldn’t let the other two suffer for his own mistakes. He won’t. He can’t.
And then there was Yoochun.
Junsu had hurt him before, way past what others could ever do.
His hands that bruised the pale skin and his manhood that hurt the virgin hole. How could someone as ugly as himself ever hurt such an innocent person? The fear that was etched upon the other man’s eyes was indescribable when Junsu entered him and even when he was drunk, he could smell it, the unspeakable fear.
“I’m sorry.” Junsu whispered, guilt weighting his conscious down.
So sorry.
A knock interrupted his dark musings as the door slid opened. “It’s my third man that you had broken this week Junsu-ah. At this rate, I won’t have any man left to serve my customers. Couldn’t you just fuck and go without making them fall in love with you?” Keita replied, leaning against the doorway, watching how Junsu slouched when he turned.
“I’m the devil remember?” Junsu chuckled.
Silence as Keita watched the other man turned to watch the view outside the window. “Why don’t you meet him, Su-ah? Shouldn’t you settle things with him before you go off again?” Keita whispered, knowing the reason of his leader’s troubles. “Maybe he wants to tell you how heroic you were after saving him from the darkness.”
“Yeah right.” Junsu chuckled. “Do you want me to be shot by him?”
It wasn’t about being shot, Keita whispered in his heart. It’s the rejection, gosh, both he and Yunho knew how many rejections Junsu had to face in his life. He would do anything to protect his leader because Junsu was a brother. The three of them held a bond that no other criminals had. Maybe that’s why Hazied seemed so strong yet so vulnerable.
“I’m going to head out for a while.” Keita winked. “Don’t touch the rest of my boys; I need them safe if I want to continue my business.”
“Where are you going?”
“Changmin is calling my name, didn’t you hear it?”
“Be careful!” Junsu shouted after the figure. Junsu sighed, not knowing if it was wise to let Keita go alone but then again, they all needed to straighten things out before it became too clouldy.
Especially their hearts.
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Shim Changmin watched as the hundred and one shootings ensued from the cross-fire. The movie was boring he decided, emitting a low sigh from his body before switching off the television. Wrappers of junk food and empty cans of soft drink were all over the table and the floor, remains of the self-indulged party that he had put on just an hour ago. The cleaning lady wouldn’t be too pleased with this but then again, he didn’t give a shit about anything else but himself.
It sounded selfish but too bad.
It was a Sunday afternoon and he was bored to death. Exhausted in trying to drown his sorrow, he didn’t bother to step out of his apartment for the whole day. Yoochun was getting ready to be discharged in a few days time, and until then, he was off duty to nurse his broken heart. He smirked, shaking his head at his leader’s choice of words.
But it was too strange for him to be mopping around when he could find better ways to fill in the void in his heart. He was supposed to be poetic, maybe write a song or two if he could manage but he didn’t feel like touching the piano at all.
The break-up left him hollow, too stubborn or shallow to be filled or covered. Every single touch or movement only reminded him of the other man. But they couldn’t start all over again, Changmin knew that. That’s why it took a lot more self-strength and courage not to falter and broke down in the middle of the day.
You have to choose, which side you are on.
He remembered Yoochun’s words, couldn’t manage to forget even if he wanted to. The gun in the security vault in his bedroom only reminded him of his duty to his country, how wrong it was for him to choose any other paths than this.
This was the right one, Changmin’s head cajoled, the best for him right now.
Knock! Knock!
The sudden knockings on the door startled Changmin out of his thoughts. It wasn’t loud enough to disturb his neighbours but it wasn’t soft either for it to go unnoticed. He frowned. He didn’t know that someone was scheduled to give him a visit (and by that, he meant his team members).
He swung open the door, not bothering to check whether it might be a killer wanting to kill his ass. He had forgotten the basic protocol even though he was in a place secured enough for the president of a country to reside in. But still, protocol is still a protocol no matter what. What needed to be done had to be done. That’s the rule, that’s the way.
The army’s way.
“What-t?” Changmin stared at the figure in front of him.
Furuya Keita looked at his ex-lover with a small smirk on his lips. “Surprise?”
And the only reply that he gave was grabbing the door handle and trying to slam in on the intruder’s face. Keita had anticipated the move; knew that he couldn’t very well expect Changmin to greet him with a kiss just because he decided to give his ex-lover a surprise visit. “Aww, don’t you want to greet your me with a kiss? You know, for old times’ sake.”
“Get the hell out of here.” Changmin hissed. “This building is filled with special agents that wouldn’t think twice of shooting you right in the head.”
“All the more you should let me in.” Keita snapped, not bothering to ask for the other man’s permission as he shoved Changmin away.
Changmin stumbled back a step as Keita entered his apartment with ease. He looked down the empty hallway, sighing in relief as he locked the door, turning the lock with a soft click. He followed the man to the living room, watched as the other man frowned at the visible mess.
“Whatareyoudoinghere?” Changmin muttered in such a low voice that it was hard for anyone to understand what he was saying and it didn’t help when Keita lounged on the couch as though he was an invited guest.
Keita shrugged as he reached for a packet of crackers, munching on them. “What have you been doing? This apartment is filthy.” Keita pointed towards the floor, shuddering in response. “You had a party in here last night?”
“Yea, yesterday night was a blast with two dozens police officers waiting to catch your ass!” Changmin snatched the snack away from Keita which only left him pouting. “What the hell do you want, Kei?”
It was a moment of silence as Keita looked down on his linked hands while Changmin watching him. The officer wanted to say something, anything to break the silence but he found himself not being able to say anything.
“Remember the last phone call we had, Min? It wasn’t fair you know, I didn’t know what’s going to happen and I’m hazy from the sleep.” Keita spoke as he stood up slowly, gazing straight into the man’s eyes, watching as those orbs widened.
“You broke it off first; I just want to convey what I felt about it.” Changmin whispered.
“But still-” Keita whispered as he took another step towards the other man. “It’s not fair. And I come here today to…let’s just say, I prefer to do things my way. Especially when it’s about someone I cherish.” And without warning, Keita swoop down for a kiss.
Changmin didn’t expect it, even when his heart was thumping with excitement and his blood rushing through the dozen veins in his body; it felt as though he was merely floating on air. Keita’s arms wounded around his neck, pulling him closer and yet, Changmin couldn’t get enough. There’s this raw desire that always burning steadily inside of him, a thirst that only Keita could quench for him.
They kissed like there’s no tomorrow, for a very fact there isn’t for the both of them. But tonight, just for this one night, they wanted to claim it as theirs. “I want tonight. Need it.” Keita whispered against his temple, kissing the pale skin, his hands touching everywhere that his small frame could reach. “Just for one night.”
And Changmin found himself not being able to deny the other man’s request. Maybe if he wasn’t as broken-hearted as he was sure he was right now, he could find the little space in him to push the other man away but tonight was different. Just like the man that had his arms wrapped around him had said, tonight was theirs.
And he didn’t object when the other man laid him onto his own couch, shivering when Keita pull away his shirt, nipping the junction between his neck and shoulders. “Keita…” Changmin moaned when the other man’s hand wandered to his sensitive buds.
This was too much but yet, far too little.
Changmin didn’t want forever from this; he didn’t want a passionate night that could last him for the rest of his cold and lonely life. No, he wasn’t a romantic guy, not at all. If this was to be their last night, he wanted it rough and quick. He wanted the other man to drive into him hard, so hard that when he woke up the next morning and the mornings after, he could still feel the burn.
And he showed just that by pulling Keita into one of the searing heat kisses he had marvel to perfection, hoping that the other man could get the message and he did. “A quick one?” Keita whispered. “You naughty boy.” The man hovering over him whispered when Changmin nodded, the action only send a ripple of pleasure through Changmin’s body.
Keita grinded his hips roughly against the other man’s, their erections rubbing against each other as Changmin panted heavily through his mouth. “Let’s take this off.” Keita whispered as he tugged the buttons of the other man’s jeans while his lips licked Changmin’s stomach, lathering it with his saliva.
Changmin’s hands found its way to Keita’s hair, wounding it close to his finger, tightening into a fist. A moment later, he was naked, vulnerable to the other man. Somehow even with the past, Changmin felt embarrassed at his nakedness.
And Keita knew it, and with a smirk, his finger touched the bulging erection of the other man, just ghosting over them, torturing the other man. “Does it feel good, Min-ah?” Keita leaned in towards Changmin’s ears and the other man could only emit a shudder. “Do you want more?”
Keita didn’t want for an answer; he pulled out the bottle of lube from the back of his jeans. He opened the opening and spread the cold gel onto his fingers, watching in amusement as Changmin’s eyes widened in shock. “What? Do you think I would here unprepared? I still have my pride, you know.” Keita replied dramatically.
Changmin wanted to roll at the other’s stupid sentence but feeling Keita’s finger entering his tight entrance, he couldn’t help but whimpered. It had been so long, so long since he let another man touched him the way he let Keita did.
But Changmin didn’t want to show that raw emotions to him, it’s enough, this was enough for him. And so, he pulled Keita for another kiss, hoping to seal his emotions away. Keita didn’t noticed, only hearing the way Changmin’s body moved.
The second finger entered and Keita tried to find that sweet spot that could drive the other man’s insane, something that could stir the blood inside of him. And when the third finger entered and his fingers brushing against that prostate, Changmin howled, his eyes blinded with pleasure.
And Keita couldn’t take it anymore so he pulled his fingers out much to the disappointment of the other’s man. The jean was discarded promptly and without much ado, Keita penetrated the other man, not caring whether Changmin was ready or not.
“It’s been so long, ne?” Keita’s eyes twinkled with lust as he almost pull out of the other man’s before diving back in, their skin slapping nosily against each other. The thrusts were quick and rough, over and over again, Keita hit the other’s prostate.
He didn’t know who came first but when he did, it was like magic had finally descended upon him. This was more, Changmin thought, this was more than he ever needed and for that, he was thankful of the other man’s presence today.
A few pants.
Rustling.
A slam of the door.
And Keita’s gone.
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Kim Jaejoong watched as the droplets of rain fell outside his window.
There were so many things that he had done wrong, so many actions that he should never have taken but this was the worse. Having to betray Yunho’s trust was taking its toll on him. How could he be so cunning? So cruel as to let everything go with just a cowardly call?
And then he saw it.
He saw it through the reflection on the window.
“Yunho-o?” Jae turned around, tears glazing his eyes.
But there was only anger burning in those eyes. Anger too hot for Jaejoong’s liking. “You are one dirty cop, do you know that? So you think you could blackmail me with this stupid tape of yours? I can’t stand games like this. This is as low as it could get Jae and I for one, had enough.”
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The tape that contained the sexual encounters between Jaejoong and Yunho had finally surfaced. There was quite a lot of angst hidden in this chapter but then again, I tried my best to let everything ran smoothly, even the smut part.