| Fan Fiction |
by Cool_1312 and aronist_ed
Warning: Negative smut!
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“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Jaejoong muttered, his face blank of any emotion that he could be feeling as he felt his heart hardened after hearing the other man’s harsh words. Yunho was walking steadily towards him now, flinging the black tape that was in his fingers a moment before to his left as it dropped to the carpeted floor with a soft thud. And still, his gaze on Yunho never wavered.
“Acting as though you know nothing of this treachery wouldn’t do you any good, Jae. Or should I call you Boo?” Yunho replied sarcastically, anger still in his orbs. There was this slight glint in his eyes that made him looked dangerous, not to mention forbidden. “But I think that type of endearment wouldn’t be of any use here, would it?”
“You are fucking crazy.”
“Well, you make me do things that I never thought I would be able to do. Does that make you proud? To know that you have such a power over me?”
There was no way that he could be able to negotiate with Yunho when all that the other man seemed to do was to state all of his faults and more. And every single step that Yunho was taking towards him only made his heart raced just a little bit faster. Cop or not, the situation was scaring Jaejoong out of his wits.
That was when it hit him. He remembered that he had keep his gun in the top left drawer beside his bed, a good full ten feet away from where he was standing right now. It might be quite impossible, judging that he couldn’t even move a step if he didn’t want to slam right into Yunho.
But no matter what, he had to get it.
Three more steps and Yunho would be right in front of him. He knew the risk, knew that he had to be fast enough so that the other man wouldn’t get his hands on him. Gathering his courage, he sprinted towards his bed.
Wrong move.
It seemed Yunho had already observed him well enough to know that he was going to make an escape (or more likely, a way to escape). Grabbing his waist with ease, Yunho flung his body towards the peach wall. It hurt, fuck yes, but he didn’t moan nor did he make any sound as his eyes blurred. “Hurting me won’t do you any good.” Jaejoong replied, his voice as firm as steel.
“Oh believe me; I could derive a lot of pleasure from hearing you scream.” Yunho leaned in, whispering those words in his left ear. “You are a ball of fire, always ready to do the right thing. Not to mention, your face is flawless. Being able to make you scream is my greatest achievement yet.”
And that’s when everything seemed to have fallen apart. The fear was there, right in his very eyes. Yunho could see it all too well and it gave the delinquent so much satisfaction that his lips curled into a smile, an evil one. And it only made it harder for Jaejoong to breathe, not with Yunho hovering over him. “Don’t do this.” He pleaded, his voice cracking over the fear that was rising up his body.
“Don’t be scared. I’m only doing what you want me to do, Jae. So relax, you know I would only give you what you always deserve.” Yunho smirked, putting his tongue out as it trailed Jaejoong’s sharp jaw line. It was useless, Jaejoong thought, the more he struggled against the intruder’s, the more Yunho seemed adamant to still his body.
Panic often makes people do things they regret. It’s a pity that Jaejoong found it out a little too late. On its own accord, his hand moved, swinging across Yunho’s left cheek. The impact of the action was pricey, he thought as those eyes widened. “Stop this madness.” Jaejoong grounded out as he began to push against the other man’s shoulders, hoping that it would give him the leverage to escape.
It’s a fortunate matter for Jaejoong to be unable to see the murderous look in Yunho’s eyes. But maybe if he did, he would have tried a little bit harder (but then again, Yunho has a better build and strength compared to his).
He gasped when Yunho grabbed hold of his chin, tilting his head up so that it would meet the angry eyes of the criminal. “You’ll be sorry that you ever did that by the time this is over.” Yunho whispered, crushing his lips against Jaejoong’s. It was something in the way he acted that made the translucent tears spilled from Jaejoong’s eyes although Jaejoong tried his best to continue pushing against the other man’s shoulder.
Jaejoong didn’t open his mouth to let the probing tongue enter. He was too stubborn, too prideful to ever let anyone to take him without his permission. And even when Yunho bit his lower lips for entrance, Jaejoong didn’t budge. The action didn’t go unnoticed and it only made Yunho to suck harder on the swollen lips, making it tangy red.
He was frustrated, that Jaejoong knew. But there was still some strength left in him and damn it if he ever let the other man to get what he wanted by force. But on the other side, he knew that it was only depleting his energy.
Yunho seemed to have an insight on his thoughts, or so he thought when he saw the other man smirking after a second of visible frustration across the handsome face. There was just this knowing look that chilled his blood. Amidst his panic of trying to escape, he had forgotten about Yunho’s hand that was travelling under his shirt. Only when the fingers wrapped itself around his nipple right on his left bud did he froze, though just for a moment. There was this short pause before the pain shoot through his whole body when the fingers twisted the ring as the sensitive flesh followed in a cruel circle. The pain was enough for Jaejoong to scream. And scream he did.
“Yuhho, nnop…” Jaejoong shouted, opening his mouth which only gave a chance for the other man to plunge his lips into the sweet mouth. Yunho put his left hand at the back of his neck, forcing Jaejoong forward even when the officer struggled against the forced kiss. It was as though Yunho was raping his mouth while his hand continued to abuse his sensitive bud.
The tears were falling freely now as Jaejoong’s hands tried to wedge some space so that he could at least forced those hands off his tortured bud. But just as useless as it was, Yunho didn’t move even when Jaejoong punched him on his back.
Was it just yesterday when he had thought of love with the man that was forcing him to do the unthinkable? There was a buzzing sound that surrounded his ears now, even when the other man was busy bruising his lithe frame. The hidden strength that came bursting out of him was oblivious to Yunho who had detached himself from Jaejoong’s mouth just to move his way down hs neck, nipping and sucking, leaving purple blotches all the way.
Jaejoong didn’t know what prompted him to do it. Maybe it was those nasty words that Yunho had said or the fear that was building up inside of him. Yunho didn’t see the punch coming, of course he wouldn’t (it would be a miracle if he did, though) as Jaejoong’s knuckles knocked him hard against his jaw line. The impact had him staggering a few steps back, leaving just an opening for the much-awaited chance of escape for Jaejoong. Seeing his golden chance, Jaejoong stumbled a little before racing towards the door, forgetting about the plan to retrieve his precious gun.
His hand touched the doorknob; he could feel the cold metal in his palms now and all he had to do was to twist it around and pull it open. Jaejoong could feel himself being at the tatters of time, his eyes still blurring with tears that just wouldn’t stop. And just when Jaejoong took a step back to give space for the open door, his back immediately bumped into a firm wall.
Yunho was right behind him.
There was a moment when he himself thought that he had done all that he could ever do and another when he knew he could have done more. It all happened so fast, there was never any sign for him to backtrack on what he should or should not have done. Jaejoong could feel the other’s breath fanning his neck as he watched those hands reaching out above his shoulders to shut the door tight. He heard the door being locked with a resounding click as an arm caught his waist, dragging him backwards. “LET ME GO!” He screamed against the capturer.
But it was to no avail. Yunho dumped the struggling man unceremoniously on the bed as
Jaejoong’s face hit the soft mattress. Unwilling to let everything go just yet, Jaejoong crawled quickly forward with the help of his hands, trying to get away from the other man. But just as soon as he tried to do that, Yunho’s hands gripped the both of his legs, holding him imprisoned before pulling Jaejoong towards him once again, turning Jaejoong around so that those orbs would look at the horrify sight of the criminal in his bedroom. But when Jaejoong saw the cut on his lips, felt the quick satisfaction at being able to know that he had make the other man bled, even though a little.
“You are going to pay for that bastard.” He whispered menacingly as he gave the trapped man another bruising kiss before sitting on Jaejoong’s lean stomach. And still, Jaejoong continue his struggle before something silvery caught his eyes as it shone under the light.
Handcuffs.
His fucking handcuffs, he miserably thought, the bastard had it. Jaejoong knew what he was going to do, oh yes, that he knew very well. Not a moment after, he found himself being handcuffed, both of his hands tied to the headboard above him, making it harder for him to continue struggling without easily tiring himself out. And with Yunho sitting on him, it just got even harder to move. “What are you going to do now? Fuck me till I bleed?” Jaejoong lashed out harshly, anger overcoming the desperation in him.
“Bitchy. I kinda like that.” Yunho whispered, amusement dancing in his eyes. And in a matter of seconds, Jaejoong were just as naked as he was. “Don’t worry it would be over soon.” He whispered in Jaejoong’s ear as he ferociously shook his head, not wanting to believe that it was going to happen.
“No, please, we could work it out….YUNHO!” Jaejoong screamed when Yunho abruptly shoved his throbbing thick cock into his entrance. There wasn’t much that needed to be told, especially when Jaejoong himself could feel his body tightening in response against the sudden intrusion. Yunho didn’t use any lubrication, which making it a lot harder for Jaejoong not to feel as though his insides were rubbing against a sandpaper.
“You are too big.” Jaejoong whispered weakly, tears flowing down his cheeks. Though the words didn’t move Yunho one bit, he did stop (maybe because it was still hard to move). Using another way, he put Jaejoong’s legs on his shoulders, allowing better access to Jaejoong’s rosette.
Jaejoong tugged on his handcuffs, feeling the burn against his wrist. It seemed like hours as passed him by as each thrust felt as though it was another move to tear him up inside. It made him almost scream with madness when Yunho pulled nearly out before ramming hard into him once again. The pleasure in those orbs was unmistakable, just like the rain that was showering the Earth right out these 4 walls. The Yunho froze, just as sudden as it was, frowning as he looked at Jaejoong. “Stop straining.” He commanded when he tried for the second time but failed to get into as far as he could into Jaejoong.
Was Yunho crazy, Jaejoong thought, how could he relax when he was being raped?
Then without warning, Yunho touched his nipple ring again, making him felt the burn that he had endured just minutes before. Jaejoong could feel a small shock of pain coursing through his body as it shuddered against the torture ministration. It wasn’t very pleasant when it was added up with the pain Yunho’s cock was doing to his body. The warning didn’t go unheeded because he knew that Yunho would bruise his body a lot more if he didn’t force himself to relax.
And relax he did.
Yunho was moving deeper into him with each passing second, that’s for sure. He shuddered violently every time the other man pounded hard into him, his lithe body trying to its best to neutralize the excruciating pain. Then he felt it. The slow thick running trail of something wet. It wasn’t Yunho’s cum, that he knew, not when the other man hadn’t found his release just yet and he knew just what it was.
Yunho’s rough fucking was making his insides bleeding.
That’s when Jaejoong realized that fighting could only get so far. It was no use trying to struggle; it would add to the bruise and hurt his body was undergoing, not to mention his energy was spend to the maximum. And when his legs limped against the other man’s shoulders, Yunho smiled. “Now, wouldn’t it be easier if you stop fighting from the beginning?” He muttered as though mocking Jaejoong for being silly enough that he could ever escape this nightmare.
And when Yunho came, his cum didn’t bring relief to Jaejoong, neither was the soft click of the handcuffs being released. A harsh kiss on the temple and he pulled out quickly. A few seconds later, Jaejoong found the door being slammed and he was alone once again. Did it ever happen? Should he pretend that it didn’t happen? Wouldn’t it be better that way? To pretend to not know what had happened?
Jaejoong saw it, the offending tape on the floor, broken on impact. Who the hell had sent that to Yunho? How could the other man think that this was just another step to revenge him? Shouldn’t Yunho know better that he wouldn’t sink that low? But then again-
And he lost against the darkness that overwhelmed him.
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Kazuya Kamenashi wasn’t a man who would back away from a fight. Two years ago, he might be at the bottom of a black pit with nowhere to go but down. But it was different now. He managed to scrape through, to see the dimming hope at the end of the fucking tunnel. He escaped, though just barely.
And here he was, seeking revenge. How merry, he silently thought, to know that it was the past that brought him down instead of the present.
“I heard you nearly manage to take over my clubs in the US. Congratulations on that.” The cool tone of Kim Junsu’s voice was undeniable and it made him hate the other man a little bit more. How could the man sitting across him be able to remain calm even with the dozens of horrible things he had done? Putting his feelings aside, he smiled as he poured Junsu a glass of brandy. “I assume that this drink is safe for consumption.” Junsu said before taking a small sip.
Kazuya shrugged his shoulders, not really caring if the other man had assumed the possibility that the drink might be poisoned. “A person becomes weak when they tied themselves with emotions. And eventually, boom, it’s the end of the road. Yunho lets his guard down when he shouldn’t be and I merely took advantage of that.”
“I remembered you being a lot me compassionate than this.”
He didn’t need to be reminded by the Korean man of his past or his fucking pitiful trait. The man that he used to be was long gone, buried deep inside him, never will be given a chance to come out. “I’m trying to forget.”
“People can’t forget about their past, Kazuya. You of all people should know that. It’s a part of you; a part you should never turn away from.”
“That’s enlightening. So that’s the reason why you decided to fuck my fiancée during my rehearsal wedding or is it just another one of the charming traits of yours?” Kazuya leaned forward, a mocking expression on his face and only smiled when silence met him. “Speechless, aren’t we? Come on, where’s the mighty leader of Hazeid? Two years ago, you are begging me to let go of that one chance of happiness I could ever get. So what had changed? You decided that I’m good enough to get a slice of yours?
Silence as Junsu observed the anger burning from the other man. “I won’t fight you, Kazu, even if you think that I should.”
“Call me that again and I’ll make sure that you wouldn’t be able to call anyone ever again.” Kazuya hissed; threat in his orbs before leaning back, a blank expression. “I don’t like to waste precious time. How about I ignite a fight between the police and Hazeid? Would that make you want to fight with me?” Kazuya slowly replied, watching the confusion in those eyes.
“What are you implying?”
“Let’s just say that a person has lent me a helping hand to tape a very interesting video.” Kazuya replied before putting his hands together to form a clap.
The doors to the VIP’s room opened, revealing Junsu’s right-hand man, Furuya Keita.
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NOTE: For those who didn't know Kazuya or Keita, please go to this post for some visual help. (http://enchanted1312.livejournal.com/43347.html)
The negative smut had undergone a major editing phase because at that time, I’m still quite new in writing smut and yes, I’m still improving so forgive me for any mistakes here and there.
And for those who didn’t understand the conversation of the last part of this fiction, in chapter 7 – the last part, there’s a conversation between 2 men. One of them was the recorder while the other was a mysterious man, remember? So let’s say they are both Kazuya and Keita and you will get the connection.
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