| Fan Fiction |
by Cool_1312 and aronist_ed
“Shit,” Junsu muttered as he strolled through the dark streets of Seoul. The flickering glow of the headlights illuminated shallow parts of the abandoned road, telling the wandering criminal of the dangers and hazards of walking alone, “Where the hell are they?” He’d been wandering the streets for what seemed like three hours. Kim Junsu wasn’t one who was known to be patient. Nobody—nobody should keep him waiting.
Feeling his patience snap in that instance, the delinquent curled his left fist and dug his knuckles on the blurry window pane of a deserted apartment. The glass shattered at once—warm red blood gushed out of his hand, to the tips of his fingers and finally on the cold dusty floor.
Sighing, the thief removed his hand from the broken window pane and examined his hand, “Stupid...” he muttered to himself, smiling sarcastically. “God, Kim Junsu, you were never like this before. What the hell did that Park Yoochun did to you? Furthermore, why is he even affecting you?” he whispered to himself.
Feeling the sting on his left hand subside, the criminal straightened up and resumed walking again, hoping to beat the holy hell out of his business partner... until he felt something eerie and weird from behind him.
His thieving instincts rose at once, somebody was definitely behind him. Footsteps to the left, footsteps to the right... Junsu couldn’t make out where the other person was without turning a full one-hundred eighty degrees. All of a sudden, the flickering road lights died. Seeming darkness devoured the whole street, and Junsu felt like he was being devoured as well.
“How does it feel like being the one played now?” A voice utterly familiar echoed from behind him.
Alarmed, Junsu turned his body, his gun already on both his hands. Narrowing his eyes, he cussed as he couldn’t make out of the other person’s silhouette. He was never good without his eyes. It got him to a number of troubles back then. And seemingly, it will get him into trouble this time around. A bigger one.
“God, Junsu. You look so cute when you’re all sweaty and worried.” The man laughed half-bemusedly, “Should we do it with handcuffs too?”
At that instant, Junsu knew, “Cut the slack, I know who you are.”
“So?” Park Yoochun whispered against Junsu’s ear, “Will that make any difference on what I have planned for you tonight?”
The thief immediately swung his arms to his right but hit nothing but cold air, “Heh, like a worthless cop like you could do anything to me. You’re forgetting; I’m Kim Junsu, the leader of Hazied.” Act cool, Junsu. Don’t blow your cover.
“Tsk, tsk,” the other man sighed, “You’re forgetting one teenie-weenie detail about me, Mr. Gang Leader.”
Junsu heard footsteps coming directly in front of him, soft breathings nearing to where he was at, “I’m Park Yoochun. And I don’t owe anyone shit.” The police officer skimmed his fingers over the other’s lips, chuckling inwardly as he felt the body in front of him go rigid.
Not at all surprised that the other didn’t back away, Yoochun proceeded to steal a long soft kiss on the other’s neck, making Junsu moan involuntarily.
Just as things were going the police officer’s way, the road lights were back to their flickering state, surprising both men. Junsu stumbled as he leapt away from the other man, just then realizing the consequences of what he was about to do. This is Park Yoochun, a guy who despises him.
“Oh, why? Don’t you want to have a little fun?” Yoochun asked, obviously amused, his drunken stupor worsening as each moment passed.
All of a sudden, the drunken policeman stumbled onto a corner and produced a disturbing gagging sound. It took Junsu awhile to figure out—the policeman was vomiting. And he was vomiting quite painfully, from the looks of it.
Yoochun felt a blend of disgust, sickness and shame as he poured out all of his stomach’s contents. Mixtures of heavy liquid poured out of his mouth with each convulsive move of his abdomen. After hours, or so it seemed to the policeman, of gagging, he stumbled down on the sidewalk, his eyes closed. Breakdown was evident in his expression.
“Yhouu,” Yoochun managed to speak, “yhouu are d’biggest—hic—asshole in this woohrld!”
Junsu couldn’t help but laugh; the policeman had no idea how pathetic he sounded.
“Gods, you’re stupid,” Su muttered as he walked over to aid the weakening but sobering policeman. The thief proceeded to grab the other’s arm, pulling the soft body up gently, careful not to worsen the untreated injury on his still-bleeding hand. He pulled harder when the other made a move of disapproval, feeling too tired and worn-out to even make an attempt to move, “Come on, I don’t do these things just to anyone, you know?”
With Yoochun hanging onto him, the delinquent grunted, “You’re heavy, aish!”
“Shuddup, asshhhoole.” Yoochun mumbled wearily towards Junsu but proceeded to lay his head on the other’s shoulder.
“Heh, I know,” the aberrant answered. Looking around, Junsu looked for a near inn for his drunken companion, but sighed as he found none. With his eyes darting to all directions, his eyes suddenly fixed themselves on the broken window pane, the one he had punched earlier. Scanning the room beyond, the thief found a bed. Maybe this place wasn’t as deserted as he thought it was before, “Park Yoochun, this time, you definitely owe someone shit.”
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A languid body bounced benevolently on the tainted cushions, limbs stretched out to different directions. From nearby, the room smelled like antique furniture, reflecting on the house’s weak state.
A flickering light from a stout candle was the only light source inside the room, barely illuminating everything inside it. The fire played shadows on the wooden walls, the black smoke slowly rising to the ceiling.
Sighing, Junsu sat on the crackled wooden chair beside the bed, settling a basin of hot water on the bedside table. The criminal rubbed his already-bandaged hand gently on his slacks, creating little friction for himself. For a moment, he stared at the sleeping man on the bed. The sleeping image of Yoochun made him smile, he looked like cherub, “You’re such a moron.”
Proceeding to get the water-laden sponge from the basin, the criminal squeezed tightly, advancing to wipe the forehead of the sleeping man.
With the sponge an inch away from the other’s head, a hand swiftly caught Junsu’s wrist, preventing him from doing his task, “Oh, you’re awake.” The delinquent gently pried his wrist away from the other’s firm grip but the other wasn’t letting go, “What?”
“Is this your idea of a joke?” Yoochun spoke; he was already sober.
“What the hell are you talking about?” the criminal roughly pulled his hand away from the other’s steady grasp, feigning a grumbled look. Frowning, Junsu stood up and planned on walking out.
“First,” Yoochun sat up suddenly from his bed, his voice as serious as ever, “first, you taunt me around. Beat the holy hell out of my brother and then violate me.”
Junsu stopped on his tracks, his back on the other man as those words entered his mind. Was Yoochun…?
“Then, you leave,” the disheartened policeman continued, “And then, you taunt me again. You go after my squad and surprise me with things that never even crossed my sick mind.” Slowly, Yoochun got out of the bed and proceeded to walk over Junsu’s form, his abused mind and psyche seeking answers.
“Then, you save me. Just as I was about to die, you saved me,” Yoochun softly spoke, emotions slowly seeping through his voice, “And then you do it all over again. You taunt me, you hurt me, and then you save me.”
“What’s the big deal about that?” the thief answered, Yoochun words were affecting him now, “Why the hell are you making a big deal out of little things, Mr. Park?” Distraught, Junsu forced out an insulting laugh. Wherever Yoochun was going at, he didn’t want to linger.
“Everything’s just a big joke to you, isn’t it?” Yoochun grabbed the other’s shoulder and twisted the other’s body so that they were facing each other. Noticing that Junsu wasn’t looking him in the eye, the policeman shook the other’s body hard until the criminal looked him straight in the eye, “You…taunting me. You caring for me… and you leaving me. Do you know how bad that sounds like?”
“I don’t really see where you’re going at,” Junsu lied, wanting it to end already.
“Well, try and see!” Yoochun shouted, his eyes already reddening from the formation of tears, “You…playing with me…my emotions. You make me go crazy with complications but it still leads to the same thing. Do you know why I’m like this with you, huh?”
Junsu forced to keep his mouth shut. And he wished that he could keep his ears shut as well, not wanting to hear whatever was coming out of the other’s mouth.
“I fucking love you,” Yoochun pressed, trying to get his point across, trying to get his broken heart across, “but you—you’re always being such an asshole! It makes me think that you don’t care at all!”
“What do you think?” Junsu retorted, “Do you think I care for you? What am I, stupid?”
Yoochun slowly let go of his grip on the other’s flesh, his heart breaking into even smaller pieces, “You mean… you don’t?”
“No!” Junsu bellowed, though in his heart, it was saying something else. But he chose to ignore it, “Why would I like someone like you? You have low self-esteem. You’re not even a fit leader! You cannot take care of yourself nor of the people around you. You know what I think about you? I think you’re the most pathetic man alive today, that’s what I think!” Junsu yelled as he proceeded towards the door.
“Hell, you’re not going anywhere,” Yoochun muttered darkly at the other’s slow retreating form, danger clearly evident in his voice. When Junsu sis not stop walking, the already-sober policeman pulled out another gun sandwiched on his body and pointed it on the delinquent’s head, “you’re not going anywhere.”
Even as he had his back on the other man, Junsu could feel the other man’s piercing gaze behind him. He could feel the other’s welling rage slowly erupting but knew that the other man fought hard to contain it. But Junsu continued walking, slow agonizing steps that he knew hurt them both. Even as he heard the sudden click of the gun, he didn’t stop, ‘Just walk away and leave,’ Junsu thought, ‘Just walk away before you hurt yourself… before you hurt him,’
A gunshot followed and the stone statue feet in front of Junsu shattered. Junsu stared at the powdered pieces with wide eyes.
“I said you’re not going anywhere,” the deputy commissioner muttered darkly, his breathing audible to Junsu’s ears.
“Why do you want me to stay, Mr. Park?” Junsu asked, pretending the gunshot didn’t affect him at all. Putting on a straight face, he looked back at Yoochun, returning the piercing gaze that was given to him. "Isn’t saving you more than once enough for you to let me off? Do you crave for more?” sarcasm dripped in the other’s voice.
“You really do have a way with your mouth, don’t you?” said Yoochun, gun still pointed at the other’s body, “Say, Mr. Kim, would you like to go through the past?”
“Oh, I prefer you call me by my name, deputy commissioner,” Junsu retorted but stood frozen in his spot, “What past do you speak of?” He feigned a look of interest sarcastically.
A smile flickered on Yoochun’s handsome face, his right hand held the gun directly onto Junsu’s chest, “The first night we spent with each other’s company,” the policeman paused; the memory, in a way, pained him, “the first night…do you remember?”
Junsu though for awhile before retorting, thinking that the other man was playing mind games. He felt shame wash over him as he recalled how he violated Park Yoochun…and how it had affected him.
He chose not to answer.
Smiling at the silent response, Yoochun with his gun still pointed at the delinquent inched closer and closer until the gun could touch the soft skin on Junsu’s neck. Slowly, Yoochun glided the mouth of the gun upwards up to Junsu’s left cheek, “look at the wall,” Yoochun commanded.
Hesitating at first but realizing that is would be pointless in doing so, Junsu followed. His chinky eyes darted to the wall to his left. What the…?
Junsu stared at the wall…or what seemed to be a wall. He was surprised that he didn’t notice it before. A big canvas of mirror covered the entire wall he was looking at. He looked from his own confused face to Yoochun’s who stared intently back at him from the mirror.
“Though you’ve done so many thick things, Junsu, you still look as beautiful as ever,” Yoochun murmured against Junsu’s neck.
Feeling the policeman’s freehand going under his shirt and caress his slender abdomen, Junsu’s breath hitched. The gun was being pressed onto the skin of his neck by Yoochun’s other hand. Junsu cussed quietly, he felt goosebumps all over his body. He looked at the mirror again and locked eyes with Yoochun.
“I want you to do every little thing I ask you to do, got that baby?” Yoochun whispered, giving the neck one last bite before pulling away from the slender body, “And everytime you don’t follow whatever I command you to…you know what will happen.”
As Yoochun pulled away from his body, Junsu felt a great sense of nervousness wash over him. His life was being threatened. But it wasn’t the first time his life was being threatened. Junsu knew that he could escape if he wanted to. But something inside of him was preventing him from doing just that. Whether it was from the guilt or love, he didn’t know.
Still not breaking eye contact, Yoochun commanded, “Take off your clothes,”
Junsu stared at Yoochun’s smirking face from the expanse of the mirror with wide eyes. Was he going to…?
“No,” Junsu answered firmly.
“I said take off your clothes,” Yoochun commanded again, his face stoic.
“I said no!” Junsu answered firmly. He would not change his mind. He knew exactly what Yoochun wanted him to do. And it will be more than stripping.
A gunshot echoed for the second time in that room; Junsu flinched and stumbled backwards. He looked at Yoochun who was staring at him with an infuriated gaze. He was really angry and was not hesitating whether or not to take Junsu’s life as long as he got what he wanted.
“Stand up in front of that mirror—” Yoochun pointed at the large canvas, “and take off your clothes,” Yoochun commanded for the third time, taking deep breaths from his nostrils. But still Junsu sat frozen on his spot.
“Do you want me to do it for you? It would be a great pleasure,” Yoochun said gently until… “NOW!”
Breathing rapidly, the delinquent slowly stood up and stood feet from the mirror. His injured hand started to throb painfully as he lifted both his hands to take off his blazer. He let it fall carelessly onto the floor. Even as he was not looking at Yoochun on the mirror nor on actuality, he could feel the other’s eyes on him.
“Hurry up…” Yoochun said, rather impatiently at the partially naked Junsu.
Biting the insides of his mouth, Junsu fumbled on the buttons of his undershirt and let it fall from his bare shoulders onto the floor. Sudden coldness engulfed his body as he proceeded to undo the button and zipper of his slacks, kicking them aside as the fell onto the floor. He was not left with only his underwear.
As he was about to pull his boxers down, Yoochun walked slowly behind where Junsu stood. Both of them stared at each other on the mirror. But like before, Yoochun still had his gun pointed on Junsu’s neck, reminding the criminal that if he made one false move, his life would be over.
“What are you—”
“Shhh…”Yoochun cut him off, kissing the skin of the nape of his neck, all the while the gun still pressed.
Junsu fought the urge to moan. He could see every little thing that Yoochun was doing to him courtesy of the mirror. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Yoochun’s free hand go underneath his arm and stroke his lower abdomen. The hand went lower and lower until Yoochun was fumbling on Junsu’s shaft through his boxers.
“Ahh…s-stop…” Junsu breathed, trying to pry the hand off of his groin. But still, Yoochun didn’t cease his actions.
The policeman continued to knead the hard flesh until he and Junsu were moving their hips in a circular, fluid motion, “Ahh!” Junsu screamed as Yoochun grazed his fingernails on the head of his cock.
“Kiss me,” Yoochun breathed huskily onto the hickey he made on Junsu’s neck, his own body in needing of some attention.
Almost immediately, Junsu turned and gave Yoochun the most passionate kiss that he could muster. Their tongues battled and hands moved everywhere. Junsu found himself busy undressing the other man.
Lost in the bliss of the kiss, Yoochun threw the gun onto the bed, neither one of the seemed to remember that they were supposed to be killing each other, not kissing.
A few more moments and Yoochun’s shirt flew off. Sharing a lip-lock, the two didn’t even bother pulling away from the warmth of the other’s body.
Junsu’s kisses flew downwards onto Yoochun’s neck, collarbone until it reached the other’s taut abdomen. Looking up at the other man, Junsu slyly smiled. The delinquent kept his mouth busy licking at the hair nested on the other’s navel while keeping his hands busy at removing the other’s pants.
Junsu felt hands ghost through his hair, urging him to continue. It seemed that Mr. Yoochun was a little impatient.
“Mmm,” Junsu purred as he gave the sparse hairs one last lick and finally managed to free Yoochun from the denim trap, emitting a strangled moan from the older man’s mouth.
Junsu closed his eyes as he felt the hardened length touch the skin on his cheek. It was so forbidden yet so painfully tempting. He turned his mouth towards the shaft and softly licked in sideways, taking care to nip once in a while at the vein emerging from the surface of the hard flesh.
The delinquent thought for a moment after he heard Yoochun’s breathing almost go rigid. He stopped his ministrations right away and looked up at Yoochun who still had his eyes closed.
“Gods, you’re so inexperienced,” Junsu commented as he softly blew on the other’s weeping cock.
“You fucking tease,” that was the only warning the policeman gave as he pulled the delinquent on his feet and dragged the lithe body across the room towards the massive mirror. Junsu groaned as he felt the coolness of the mirror on his naked back. He was beginning to regret getting into this mess.
Like a lion attacking its prey, Yoochun vigorously attacked Junsu’s mouth with hard, rough kisses. He didn’t care when the small man mewled in pain, opting to place his hands around the other’s neck. The other choked through the kiss but couldn’t do anything to help himself.
With his hands still wrapped around the other’s neck, Yoochun broke the kiss and gasped for air, “I hate you… so fucking much…” Yoochun said in between short pants, “and, I’ll make you pay for every single thing you’ve done to me.”
“Then fucking do it,” Junsu answered fiercely, “You’re just all talk. You say things and don’t get around to fulfilling them. You’re as useless as a discarded who—ungh!”
The younger man screamed in protest as Yoochun squeezed his injured hand tightly.
“It’s not me this time, Junsu,” Yoochun answered as he replaced both his hands on Junsu’s trim waist, trapping him between the cold, icy mirror and the warmth of his body, “This time, I’ll make sure you’ll be the discarded whore.” There was a tinge of anger in that statement, Junsu felt.
The criminal let out an inward gasp as Yoochun hastily knelt down on his knees in front of him. A second later, both of his legs were swung on the other’s broad shoulders. For a moment, he lost his center of gravity and grabbed at the other’s head to keep himself from falling, “What the—”
Junsu’s words were drowned by short breathless pants as Yoochun buried his face on the front of his boxers. The older man was sucking at his length through the cotton fabric.
Yoochun pressed his head harder in between Junsu’s legs. Keeping his hands firm on Junsu’s backside, the policeman continued to suck on the wet fabric, nipping against it roughly each time Junsu made an attempt to pry his head away.
“Yoochun…no more,” Junsu pleaded, “I-I can’t take it…” He was panting in short breaths, his body heavily flushed. To his delight, Junsu felt his legs being removed from the shoulders. The smaller man wanted to stand but his legs were hysterically trembling. He was about to slump down onto the floor until Yoochun grabbed at his waist and pushed him face first against the mirror…then his underwear being pulled down.
“I hope you’re ready for me, baby,” Yoochun growled against the other’s ear as he gripped the small waist rather tightly and slammed it against his groin. He rubbed the length of his cock on the outer skin of Junsu’s backside, taking care not to slide his shaft in first. He wanted Junsu to feel how hard he was, how miserably he wanted to fuck him dry. This was what he wanted. Yes, this was what he wanted.
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” Yoochun spread the other’s buttocks apart and ran a finger on the creased hole. Without warning, Yoochun slowly rocked his index finger inside with unexpected difficulty.
Then it hit him. The police let out an inward laugh, “I’m inexperienced, huh? From the looks of it, baby, I’m not the inexperienced here. You’re a fucking virgin.”
Junsu’s body tensed; but it was true, “Do whatever you want… I don’t give a damn anymore.” He wanted this to end already. No more of this bullshit drama. He pressed his forehead against the mirror and closed his eyes.
On the other hand, Yoochun was determined on the physical side of things, “Then I don’t need lube on you, baby.”
The probing of Yoochun’s cock against his entrance made the smaller man’s breath hitch against his throat. The tiniest sting turned into a voluptuous rip as he was spread wide open by Yoochun’s moist length. Junsu was hissing in pain.
Gripping the smaller man’s hips, Junsu led the other’s lower body towards his own; burying his cock deeper into Junsu’s searing heat. He heard the smaller man softly wail in agony but didn’t care less. It proved to be difficult without the lube, but he was willing to finish this. Plus, it would be more painful for Junsu.
A stronger and more painful sting rocked Junsu’s nerves as Yoochun pulled out, only leaving half of his manhood inside and this time, slammed it forcefully inside of Junsu’s, making the whole area of the mirror rattle. No words could elucidate how painful it was; but what right did he have to remonstrate? He did this to Park Yoochun before and now everything was turned around.
The slow, agonizing thrusts seemed like an eternity to Junsu but were pure bliss on Yoochun’s part. The power started to heighten and so were the stronger man’s thrusts.
The pain on his lower body seemed too much, “Ahh… stop it… it’s so painful,” But Yoochun wasn’t listening. At last, Junsu reached his peak and started to sob quietly.
Finding nothing to do for his mouth, Yoochun sucked on the flesh between the other’s shoulder blades, as if to mark the other.
A few more thrusts and Junsu’s searing heat seemed to becoming more and more greasy. It was only then when Junsu got what Yoochun said earlier before, ‘Then I don’t need lube on you, baby.’ His own blood was lubricating him, making himself more vulnerable to pain. And to add more to things, the thief felt a long line of liquid cutting a path on his legs. He was bleeding. And he was bleeding badly.
“Scream,” Junsu heard Yoochun speak against the skin on his neck, “I want you to scream,” A vicious thrust followed the word and Junsu cried in agony. Yoochun continued to pound into the smaller man’s body, not taking care at all if he bruised the other man.
Then Yoochun stopped.
Both pairs of eyes looked at each other’s reflection on the mirror.
Junsu smiled pitifully to himself before letting Yoochun pull him down onto his knees. He was just about to feel how useless he had been. And of all people, it had to be him…
Nearing his climax, Yoochun started to pump his length to the earnest, “Fuck,” a quick cuss and he was squirting his witnessed lust onto Junsu’s face.
Junsu just closed his eyes.
In the end, he really was the discarded whore.
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This smut was written by my co-writer and I had given her the prompt ‘fucking against the wall’. I always found this prompt fascinating and she was such a dearie to do it for me and yesh, I did really cherish this chapter because she wrote it for me. ^.^
Comments are loved.