Soul's Requiem (Chapter 10)

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Title:  Soul's Requiem
Main Characters:  Kim Jaejoong, Jung Yunho and Shim Changmin
Supporting Characters:  Daniel Henney, Kwon Boa and Super Junior
Rating:  NC-17
Warnings:  Deals with voilence, insanity, rape and sex.

“So we’re going to drop you off here.” Eunhyuk pointed to a spot on the map that was spread across the entire kitchen table, “You’ll be meeting Daniel Henney and Jung Yunho here.” He pointed another spot on the map that was a few inches away from the first spot. “We’re giving you some distance from the meeting place because we don’t the Jung’s scouts to see us dropping you off.” Eunhyuk explained before straightening his form and giving Changmin a long look,
“Any questions?”

“Hm, do I have any questions about a plan that I’ve gone over like seven thousand times?” Changmin raised his eyebrows slightly, returning Eunhyuk’s look with his own smile of amusement.
“I feel fairly confidant that I can make it to the building, what I need to know is how to act around Henney and Jung Yunho.” He supplied as he fell into one of the kitchens chairs, hands skimming over the photos laid out before him.
Daniel Henney’s face made Changmin want to get sick. That man had a look that Changmin knew all too well. He was the kind of guy that was so smooth and charming; the kind of guy that Jaejoong naturally gravitated towards. Henney was just the type of guy that Changmin had spent a large part of his time keeping Jaejoong away from.
“The second I let you out of my sight.” He muttered under his breath as he flipped Henney’s photo over, not able to keep looking at that frozen smile and lustful eyes.
“Did you say something., Changmin?” Hankyung asked from his spot across the table, his keen eyes knowing as he let them run over Changmin’s tense features.

“Nothing I want to share with the group.” He responded simply, unafraid to tell Hankyung to mind his own business. He wasn’t here to talk about how much he missed Jaejoong or why he was choosing to risk his own life for the sake of his friend’s. All he wanted was the information he needed to make his plan a success.

Hankyung simply arched his eyebrows at Changmin’s respondes, the slightest smirk pulling the right side of his mouth up slightly. “So when you’re in your meeting with Henney and Yunho, just make sure to keep our names out of it. Don’t mention the Kims at all.” Hankyung advised as he folded his hands over the large map of Seoul that sat on the table.

Just as Changmin was about to reply, a phone began to buzz against the table, a clip of a song spreading through the room.

“S is for the simple need,
E is for the ecstasy,
X is just to mark the spot,
‘Cause that’s the one you really want!”

Changmin grabbed his phone, smiling pulling at his lips as he flipped it open, “What can I do for you, Donghae?” He asked across the line, leaning back in his chair as he gazed out one of the windows in the kitchen.

“Changmin-ah, are you coming to spend the night with me tonight?”

Changmin had to love the quiet edge of hesitation that danced in Donghae’s tone. How could he refuse to spend the night when his little angel offered such a promise with those sweet and hesitant words?
“Well I guess that depends on if you’re up for having a guest.” He responded thoughtfully, unable to keep the smile from spreading across his face.

Siwon strolled into the kitchen, hair wet and muscles bulging . Damn him. He had obviously been working out…again.

“I mean,” Changmin began in a loud voice, “last nights make-up sex was some pretty hot shit. I had no idea you could move like that, baby.” He met Siwon’s befuddled gaze, eyebrows wiggling suggestively “With the way you kept moaning, I’m willing to say you liked it just as much as I did.” Siwon looked away, breaking their linked gaze in an attempt to hide the angry blush that was creeping over his face.

“Changmin!” Donghae breathed, his embarrassed blush clear in the soft whine in his voice, “is there anyone in the room with you?”

“Of course not, Love.” Changmin snickered silently as he propped his feet up on the table and crossed his ankles. Ah, he felt like the king of the world as he watched Siwon shuffle around the kitchen in search of something to eat. There was nothing as sweet as asserting his claim over Donghae.
“But would you care if people knew I was having sex with you?” He asked lightly, trying to set an edge of concern in his voice.

“Of course not, Changmin!” Donghae stated firmly, quick to reassure Changmin. “I just don’t think that it’s really other people’s business.”

“Ah, I see then. So when are you going to be back?” Changmin asked casually as he let his feet fall back to the floor and stood from his place at the table. “I beginning to think that you like that computer lab more than you like me.” He tried for a slight pout, but it only sounded teasing and affectionate. What could he say? He wasn’t a good pouter.
Donghae’s computer lab was located just down the road from the Kim house, hidden underground with top-of-the-line security. Life was good for people when they got hired by rich gangster with too much money on their hands.
Changmin was sure that each of these guys were probably millionaires, yet they lived in a small training center with four other people and dressed as if they were just barely making it. He had even seen Eunhyuk wearing a shirt with a hole on the left side. When he‘d asked why he didn‘t bother changing it,. Eunhyuk had said it took too much effort and money. Changmin didn’t get it.

“Everything I’m doing today is to get you ready to leave tomorrow. I’m sacrificing my time with you to make sure you’re safe.” Donghae knew how to pout with the best of them. Changmin had no problem imagining the younger boy’s lip jutting out as he gazed up at Changmin with sassy eyes.

“I guess we’ll just have to make it all up tonight.” Changmin chuckled lightly, eyes shifting towards the door to see Mr. Kim entering the kitchen.
“Ah, Donghae, I have to get going. I’ll call you back later, alright?”

“Oh, okay. Bye, Min-ah.”

“Bye, Donghae.” Changmin responded before he snapped his phone shut and turned his full attention towards Mr. Kim, who had stationed himself at the top of the triangular table.
He had the rooms undivided attention.
“I’ve got everything made for your background, Changmin.” He stated as he let a thick file fall to the table. “You need to have that memorized from cover to cover.” He commanded easily before he straightened his posture and let his gaze flicker around the room.
Mr. Kim looked as perfect as he always did, but his tiredness was clear in his dimmed eyes and the slight slump of his shoulders. He looked as if he had a great weight on his resting on him.
“Your name will be Robert Conner. Get used to it and learn to respond to it naturally.
I assume you know how to speak English?”

“Yes, sir. I speak French, German and Spanish as well.” Changmin threw in, with a slight smile. He couldn’t help but point out his aptitude for language, after all, he was majoring in linguistics.
He wasn’t sure if he was really a fan of the name, but he could get used to it. He would have to.

“The story is that you are an American-Korean who grew up in America before coming here two years ago. You’re short on money and need a job that pays good money and pays it fast. Beyond that, they shouldn’t ask any questions so long as you prove to be obedient and capable of handling yourself in a crisis.” If his tone was meant to be reassuring, it wasn’t. He sounded slightly tense, as if he didn’t believe that this would work.

“What about family? What are they gonna find if they look into Robert Conner’s past?” Changmin asked as he took a seat and the table and pulled the ebony folder closer to himself. He flicked the cover open and stared down at a full sheet of paper lined with a copious amount of very tiny text. Shit, he was already bored and he hadn’t even started reading.

“Your family died in a plane crash three years ago, you have no other living relatives or connections. That information is on page twenty.” Mr. Kim explained, gesturing towards the folder in an offhanded manner.
“Now, as far as meeting place goes tomorrow.” He sighed and let his frame relax into one of the chairs at the head of the table, “it will take place in a VIP room of a club called ‘Ecstasy’ at 7:00 P.M..”

“Don’t the Jungs own Ecstasy?” Hankyung asked with slightly raised brow, his hands still clasped over the table top. He really was the perfect picture of calm. Of course, he wasn’t the one about to depart on a dangerous and life-threatening mission either.

“Yes, which is why that’s their desired meeting place. Club Ecstasy is safe ground for them, a place where they have control over the environment.” Eunhyuk explained, his fingers drumming against the table in an impatient manner. He was the twitchy one of the group, the guy that couldn’t seem to hold still for more than a few minutes. It amazed Changmin how good Eunhyuk turned out to be with a gun. The man could probably shoot an apple off of Changmin’s head while standing a mile away.

Okay, so that was an over-exaggeration, but the guy had quite the aim. He also proved to be a highly effective teacher, though slightly short on the patience scale, he was able to cram things into Changmin’s head and make them stick there. Changmin had been shocked at how quickly he’d improved over the short week that he’d been studying with Eunhyuk. He’d gone from never having even held a gun, to being able to hit most every target dead-on. Needless to say, he was a perfect student.

The sound of a cell phone buzzing broke through the silence that had settled over the room. Mr. Kim reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone, taking a moment to check who was calling before he flipped it open and placed it to his ear.
“Yes?” He asked in a clipped tone, shoulders tensing slightly as he listened to the person on the other end of the line.

“That wasn’t what I asked them to do.” He growled darkly, eyes narrowing as he fell back into a silent lull.
“It cannot be replaced, you either find it or you don’t. It’s that simple. So tell them to stop wasting my time and money.” He didn’t wait for an answer before he snapped his phone shut and placed it back in his left pocket.
“I want that file memorized by tomorrow evening. That’s when the meeting is scheduled.” Mr. Kim finished speaking and simply turned on his heel, a look of keen annoyance on his elderly features as he moved out of the kitchen with a purposeful stride.

“Well, that was…interesting.” Changmin broke the silence, his dark eyes still pinned to the door that Mr. Kim had just passed through. The elderly man intimidated Changmin far beyond anything else. In fact, he was sure that, given the option, he would rather go through his dangerous mission than face a fully angry Mr. Kim.

“I guess we should start working on the file.” Hankyung stated as he pulled said file over to his side of the table. “So Robert…eh…I’m gonna call you Rob.” Hankyung stated as he bobbed his head and let his eyes skim over the paper, “Rob Conner, age twenty-four….the ladies man.”

“Does it really say that?” Changmin questioned with a pleased smile. It was true, of course. He could have most anyone he wanted.
His gaze flickered to Siwon who has fixing himself a cup of coffee. The other male turned and caught Changmin’s gaze, eyes narrowing to mirror his look.
Okay, maybe not anyone.

“No, I just wanted to see your reaction.” Hankyung wiggled his eyebrows at Changmin slightly before he returned his attention to the folder, “Originally lived in the sunny state of Florida, good grades….hm…” Hankyung sat up a bit straighter as he pulled the filer closer, a slight smirk pulling his lips upwards. “It says that you should tell them that you worked within the Jungsu smuggling ring.”

“Are you kidding? The guys in that ring are the shit!” Eunhyuk gushed as he sat down at the table with a ham sandwich. “I wish I could be in with that gang…er…Organization.” Eunhyuk amended upon receiving a pointed stare from Hankyung and Siwon.

“Um, what’s the difference between gang and organization?” Changmin questioned with a slightly bemused smile as he witnessed the glares fired in Eunhyuk’s direction. As far as he knew, the “Kim Organization” was just a fancy way of saying gang. But maybe he was wrong and there was some deeper code in the world of mobsters.

“They’re all uptight about the “gangster” stereotype.” Eunhyuk supplied from behind a mouthful of his sandwich, eyes rolling slightly as he spoke. “It’s just some fancy terminology that they’re using to make themselves feel better.” He stage -whispered to Changmin before he reached for his glass of lemonade and downed a large gulp.

“I am a doctor, not a gangster.” Hankyung snapped slightly, turning sharp eyes on Eunhyuk’s face of disbelief. “Mr. Kim hired me for the purpose of giving classified, medical care to his employees. I don’t run around shooting people in the head and selling drugs.” His tone was clipped as he let his fingers curl around his mug of coffee.

“If it looks like a duck, sounds like a duck…then guess what? It’s a duck!”

“Then I guess that makes you an idiot.” Hankyung fired back sharply as he stood from his chair to refill his coffee mug. “You want coffee, Changmin?” He called over his shoulder, hand poised to reach for the cupboard.

“No thank you.” Changmin responded absently as he let his eyes flicker over the contents of the folder. All sixty pages were full of text, some had a few small charts stationed in the corner, but most all of it was text. There was information on his background, medical history, old flames and a boat load of other trivial things that he would have to commit to memory.
“Guys…” Changmin furrowed his brow as he looked up to the three pairs of eyes returning his gaze. “How in the world can they list Robert Conner’s old flames when Robert Conner has never existed?”

“Ah, that is where the smooth functioning of this organization comes into play.” Eunhyuk provided simply before finishing off the last bite of his sandwich. “Those guys and gals are real people that have been paid to fully spin Robert Conner as a real guy, should anyone start to get too nosey. Of course, they won’t know those names unless they get into your personal file…which they will.”

“Huh, so when it shows all the places he’s…er…I’ve worked…those companies are real and are being paid to act like I was once employed there?” Changmin couldn’t believe the magnitude Mr. Kim had gone to in order to give Changmin a fake background. This Robert Conner could, for all intensive purposes, be a real person with real people claiming to know him.
“This must be costing him millions…” Changmin breathed in slight shock, his mind having trouble wrapping itself around that idea.

“I bit more than that.” Hankyung chuckled at the look of shock on Changmin’s face. “It costs a good deal of money to create a totally new and fully grown person.” He added as he mixed in some cream to his coffee and returned to the table.
“So, shall we get to work slogging through this plethora of information?”

It was going to be a very long day.

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It had been a very long day.
Changmin groaned softly as he flipped the folder shut and pressed the heel of his palms lightly against his eyes. If he ever had to read anything in his lifetime, it would be far too soon.
Robert Conner had been so fully drilled into his brain that he felt confidant that he didn’t even know himself as well as he knew this guy.
The guy even had his own favorite foods and colors. Siwon had said that was incase the Jung’s did some snooping and starting asking people if they knew a Robert Conner. After all, knowing someone favorite food or color isn’t odd between friends or lovers. Anyone that was claiming to know Robert Conner, would have to know all the information that Changmin did, even if it wasn’t on a deeper level. The whole shenanigan was totally crazy and complex. Changmin was getting a headache.

“Hey guys.” Donghae’s voice broke the tired silence that had fallen over the kitchen. All four of them were just sitting there, eyeing the black folder with looks of slight contempt.
“Long day?” He laughed softly as he noted the circles under Eunhyuk’s eyes.

“I feel as if I’ve been beaten with the Robert Conner Hammer.” Changmin supplied as way of explanation as he turned and stood from the table. “Did you have a good day?” He breathed softly as he pulled the shorter boy into a short hug.

“Fairly decent.” Donghae bobbed his head before spotting the fresh pot of coffee that was sitting on the counter. “I was just having a coffee craving.” He sighed in relief as he trudged over to the cupboard and grabbed his blue mug from the rows of dishes.
“I swear that I’m going to go blind from looking at a computer screen all day.” Donghae stated as he took his cup of black coffee and joined the others at the kitchen table. “What have we got here?” He asked as he pulled the folder closer to his edge of the table.

“That is the person I will soon be known as. One Robert Conner in need of some good money.” Changmin replied as he walked up behind Donghae and let is hands fall along the boy’s tense shoulders. His long fingers began to kneed into the tense muscles there, working out knots and pulling a soft sigh from Donghae’s lips.
“I know him better than I know myself.” He voiced his thoughts as he continued his massage, eyes on the open file in front of Donghae. “His favorite ice cream flavor is pistachio and his favorite animal is the giraffe. I don’t really get that. What kind of person likes a giraffe? Where’s the manliness in that?”

“Aw, you are just so adorable, loving giraffes.” Donghae cooed back at Changmin, wiggling his eyebrows and Changmin’s look of annoyance.
“That doesn’t make you feel girly, does it?” He asked as if surprised, one of his hands coming up to rest on his chin thoughtfully as he stood from his chair, “I would have imagined that you were secure enough in your masculinity that a favorite animal like a giraffe would hardly even bother you. I guess I was wrong.”

“Would you like me to show you just how masculine I really am?” Changmin growled as he moved to stand hardly inches away from his smaller lover.

Donghae was unimpressed.
“Oh, and you think that just because I’m smaller than you, that I can’t easily overpower you?” He challenged with arched brows, a slight smirk pulling the corners of his mouth upwards. “You’re forgetting that I’m still a guy.”

“Could I have a word with in private for a moment, Donghae?” Changmin growled softly, gesturing back towards the door that separated the living quarters from the training section of the house.
Oh he couldn’t help but use this display of rebellion to get Donghae away from the others so they could begin their farewell night with each other.

“I guess I could allow you to speak with me for a few minutes.” Donghae acquiesced with a slight smirk as he turned on his heel and exited through the door Changmin had gestured at.

How could he not feel excited by the younger male’s show of dominance? It was intriguing and promised all the more fun for his evening.
Changmin wasted no time in quickly following after Donghae.
“So what exactly was that?” He asked as he exited the room and easily pinned Donghae between his body and the nearest wall.

“As I see it, darling, the relationship between two males allows for versatility.” Donghae explained as he grabbed Changmin’s forearms and easily switched their positions. Even with his slightly shorter stature, he managed to come off as imposing. “If I’m always the receiving party, where is the fun in that? Reciprocation is always need.” He purred lightly before his placed demanding kisses along the length of Changmin’s neck.

He was no stranger to switching roles in sex. He and Jaejoong had done it on multiple occasions. It really just depended on who needed the most from the sex and what position they needed to play in order to feel better. Besides, Changmin doubted that Jaejoong’s masculine nature would have allowed the older male to play the permanent bottom in any relationship. He was a guy, after all.
“I think I understand where you’re going with this.” Changmin laughed softly as he brushed his hands up Donghae’s back, fingers curling into the soft material of his green sweater. He figured it would be best to keep the bit about sex with Jaejoong out of his conversation with Donghae. After all, he wanted the evening to go smoothly.

“You don’t mind?” Donghae questioned with a slightly raised brow, his gaze slightly incredulous as he drew back to stare at Changmin.

“No, Donghae. It doesn’t bother me. If you want to top tonight, then go ahead.” Changmin breathed as he pulled Donghae flush against his body, amused smile still dancing across his lips as he watched the younger male try to work through what had just been said to him.

“I can’t believe you actually agreed.” He sounded as flabbergasted as he looked, head pulling back further so he could fully look Changmin in the face. “Most of the guys I’ve dated of have the idea to be a turn off.” His words were slightly hesitant, as if he thought Changmin was going to suddenly change his mind.

“Well, as they say, M’Dear, the proof is in the pudding.” Changmin stated in English, earning himself a befuddled look from Donghae. “Never mind.” He shook his head as he planted a kiss on the corner of Donghae’s mouth, “My room or yours?” He asked with a chuckle as he pressed his palms against Donghae’s chest in a show that he was ready to be free from his confines.

“My room.” Donghae quickly responded as he seemed to regain some of his equanimity. He stepped back from Changmin and began to stride down the hall, eyes pinned to his door, which was the last door on the right side of the hall.

As soon as Changmin made it through the door, Donghae was nearly attacking him, pinning him roughly against the white door and stripping him of his shirt in a matter of moments. Boy did this kid have some power in that small body. Changmin found an excited shiver running down his spine as Donghae began to cover the expanse of his chest with an exploring tongue.

“Did you take a shower today?” Donghae questioned as he drew away from Changmin’s abdomen and wrinkled his nose slightly. “You taste sweaty.”

“It’s called being a guy who works-out.” Changmin retorted with a slight narrowing of his eyes. He was just able to keep his amused smirk from splitting his face.

“No, it’s called being gross even though you knew what was going to happen tonight.”

“With you being the dominate one this evening, it shouldn’t matter what I taste like because all you should say is that I taste like honey and the sweetest fruits.” Changmin pulled out his rusty pout, crossing arms over his torso in an attempt to act feminine.
“Gosh, one would think that you would just suck it up and stop acting like such a girl.”

That did it.

Donghae let out a harsh growl before crashing his lips into Changmin’s waiting mouth, his tongue pressing insistently against Changmin’s lips to show what he wanted.

Changmin parted his lips and relaxed his body, letting the younger male do whatever it was that he wanted.
Apparently he was intent upon getting his tongue down Changmin’s throat. Was it possible to deep-throat someone tongue?
Changmin closed his lips around Donghae’s exploring tongue, sucking softly on the spongy muscle.
He felt hands run up the expanse of his nude torso, causing chill-bumps to spread across his entire body as warm fingers pressed lightly into his skin.
He was highly tempted to reverse their position so that he could fully plunder the younger boy’s mouth, but he had made a promise to himself that he would fully surrender to Donghae.

“Gosh, you taste like honey and sweet fruits.” Donghae sighed in an overly dramatic whisper as he pulled away from Changmin to gather some much-needed oxygen.
“Hm, and about twelve cups of coffee.” He added with a slight smirk, quickly closing the distance between his lips and Changmin’s. He had effectively silence Changmin for the time being.

The both of them stumbled backwards --mouths locked together and hands exploring-- to fall onto the bed in an ungraceful heap.
Donghae drew back sharply as his connected with Changmin’s in a rather painful manner. “Owww.” He rubbed the palm of his hand against his forehead slightly, “why can’t you fall with a little more grace?” He questioned Changmin with a playful glare.

“Oh well I’m so sorry Mister Seme, sir. I was under the impression that it was you,” he jabbed his finger into Donghae’s chest, “that was leading this whole dance tonight.” Changmin arched his eyebrows smoothly before letting himself fall back onto the bed with a dramatic flourish of his hands. “That good enough for you?” He lifted his head slightly when he failed to get a response from Donghae. The younger male’s eyes were pinned to the edge of Changmin’s jeans, greedy eyes running over the skin that had been revealed when Changmin and stretched himself across the bed.
“You like?” He asked with a small laugh.

“Fuck yeah.” Donghae growled before lowering his lips and letting his tongue trace along the smooth muscles in Changmin’s abdomen.
His slender hands came up to teak lightly at one of Changmin’s nipples, causing the older boy to relax into the mattress with a happy sigh.

“Yeah, I see no problem with letting you have control.” Changmin let out in a breathy voice as Donghae’s mouth trailed up his stomach then over his chest until those succulent lips were sucking and biting bruises onto the skin of Changmin’s neck.
“You don’t think that me having a hickey is going to affect their opinion of me tomorrow?” Changmin managed to get out, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that his heart had kicked into high-gear and he was having trouble keeping his body from squirming restlessly on the bed.

“The whole purpose of a hickey is to show ownership.” Donghae growled as his lips smoothed against Changmin’s ear, his tongue coming out to trace the shell of the ear.

“Yean, a big and bad mobster that has a wonderful little love-bite. How bad ass is that?” Changmin let his laugh of amusement mingle with Donghae’s, his dark eyes shifting slightly as he propped himself up on his elbows.
“You’re going to keep yourself safe, right?” He questioned softly, eyes serious as he gazed into the other male’s lusty eyes.

“You’re the one that should be answering that question.” Donghae fired back as he positioned his body to straddle Changmin’s hips. “You should be promising me that you will come back here in one piece.” He growled lightly before pressing his lips against Changmin’s, effectively ending all conversation.

They sat like that for a moment, simply reveling in the other’s taste and bestowed affection.
Their hands wandered over plains of supple skin and fisted into locks of silky hair, their sighs and quiet moans reverberating across the room.

Donghae wrapped his arms around Changmin’s back, tilting his head up slightly to put himself in a more dominant position. “You sure you don’t mind this?” He asked as he drew back slightly, keeping Changmin’s head tilted upwards by grabbing a chunk of Changmin’s hair at the back of his head.

“Does it feel like I mind?” Changmin asked as he shifted his hips in such a way to allow Donghae to feel his erection.
Like hell he minded his angel taking control. He even found himself more aroused by the firm grip at the back of his head that was keeping him from moving any part of his face save for his eyes and mouth.

“No need to snap, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to go apeshit on me the moment I start to prep you.” Donghae retorted in a saucy voice before lowering his mouth to Changmin’s fully exposed neck. “It’s been awhile since I was able to really feel like I had some control in bed.” He confided before resting his lips lightly against Changmin’s Adam’s apple before sucking softly on the tender skin.

“Yeah, well if you keep moving like a shy, virgin girl,” He emphasized that word, “I might just have to take control before this is all over.” Changmin threatened as he experienced the sting of his lover placing a hickey at the center of his throat. “Donghae, I really can’t have a hickey in such an exposed place.” He growled his warning, trying to tilt his head down. He felt the fingers at the back of his skull tighten.

“I’ll do whatever it is that I want. You’re mine and I’m making it clear.” Donghae growled before sucking harder on Changmin’s skin.
“Besides, they’ll hardly care so long as you prove to be a promising employee.” He explained in a dark growl as he released his hold on Changmin’s hair and moved so he was no longer straddling him.
“Take off your pants.” He commanded in a firm voice before he set to work on getting his own jeans and boxers off.

Changmin didn’t hesitate to follow, quickly removing the last bit of clothing on his body before he turned greedy eyes on Donghae’s lithe and well-muscled form. He was sleek and masculine, a type of guy that Changmin didn’t usually find himself with. But somehow, it just worked to make Donghae appear all the more attractive.

They both sat in silence for a moment, regarding each other with lusty gazes that were full of silent appreciation.
Then the dam broke and Donghae flung himself onto Changmin’s open form, mouths greedily clashing against each other as they fell into a heated kiss.
Hot tongues pushed into each other’s mouths, breathy moans and sighs escaped through their noses and deep in the back of their throats.
Insistent hands pushed and probed along dewy skin, pulling shivers of excitement out of each of their bodies.
They ground against each other, creating the delicious friction that left them slightly breathless.
The kiss was broken with a wet sucking sound, both boy’s alive with an animalistic lust.

Donghae reached under one of his pillows and withdrew a bottle of lube, his fingers fumbling with the cap in his urgency to get it off.

“I still can’t believe you keep lube under your pillow. That’s just so weird.” Changmin let out in a husky voice. “I don’t guess you have a condom under there, do you?” He asked, acting as if he were making a move to check.

“We don’t need ‘em.” Donghae growled, reaching out and stopping Changmin’s hands. “Hankyung already let me know that you’re clean, and I know I’m clean.. Neither of us can get pregnant, so what’s the use of ruining all the fun?” He growled as he pulled one of Changmin’s legs up to give him better access to the older male’s entrance.
He slathered his fingers in the lubrication and began to press them firmly against Changmin’s opening, not waiting for the other male’s promotion.

“I forgot how much this fucking stings.” Changmin growled as he forced his muscles to relax on the bed. It wasn’t as if it was the most painful thing he’d ever felt, but it sure as hell felt unnatural.
Changmin had been told that taking it up the ass hurt like all hell, thus he’d made the decision to become a permanent top. Then he started sleeping with Jaejoong, who absolutely refused to play the permanent, subservient bottom in their sex. That’s when he’d shown Changmin that, while anal sex was hardly comfortable in the beginning, it could be highly pleasurable when enough lubrication was used.

“I’d ask if you want me to stop, but I’m guessing that this isn’t your first time bottoming.” Donghae growled with an edge of annoyance. “Has Jaejoong been the only one to every shove his dick up your ass?” He breathed, voice edged in jealousy as he shoved in a second finger in a none too gentle manner.

Changmin stiffened at the mention of Jaejoong, his body reacting on his forming annoyance. “Yes, Donghae, Jaejoong is the only one who has shoved his dick up my ass, and I love it. It’s so fucking hot when he’s thrusting into me like that.” Changmin growled in a voice meant to antagonize his smaller lover.

It worked.

“How would you know if it’s really all the great when you’ve only had his dick?” Donghae growled hotly as he jerked his hand out and grabbed up Changmin’s legs to give himself more access.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel to for weeks afterwards. I’m going to fuck Jaejoong out of your head.” He snarled possessively.

“I’d like to see you try.” Changmin snapped as he wrapped his legs around Donghae’s waist, his hands fisting into the sheets. “Jaejoong’s a hell of a good fuck. He knows just how to put it on me. Think you can compete with that?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll keep going till your shouting my name.” Donghae shot back in a lusty voice before he roughly sheathed himself within the confines of Changmin’s tight body.
“Oh fuck.” He sighed as his head lolled back and he let his eyes flutter shut for a moment.

Changmin was gnawing on his lip slightly, fighting back the groan that was pressing at his lips. Donghae’s penetration had been just a little too rough for his liking, but he knew that Donghae needed to do this in order to feel as if Changmin really belonged to him. He needed the other man to understand that he wanted to belong only to Donghae. Jaejoong played no part in their relationship.

“Beg for it, Changmin.” Donghae growled, his body completely still besides Changmin’s squirming and sweating form.
“Call my name and beg me to fuck you.”

“Gosh Donghae, please fuck me!” He keened loudly, grinding his hips downward in an attempt to sink further onto the younger male’s cock.
Maybe he was being a little over dramatic, but if it made Donghae happy, he was willing to look like a whimpering idiot for a bit.

It took no more than those words to get Donghae moving, his thrusts long and almost graceful as he pulled out and shoved back into the contracting muscles of Changmin’s body.
“Who is it that’s fucking you right now? Is it Jaejoong?” He growled as he plunged his shaft completely into Changmin’s tight heat, his own body starting to tremble from the building of pressure.

“No. It’s you, Donghae. It’s you!” Changmin arched his back off the bed, face red and sweating from how tense he had become as he felt the pressure building in the pit of his stomach.
“So good. So fucking good.” He chanted in a strained voice, really meaning what he was saying now. He was too lost within the pleasure of Donghae’s cock against his prostate to really be putting on a show.

“You had better fucking remember who it is that’s giving you this pleasure.” Donghae growled hotly as he leaned down and bit into the soft skin around Changmin’s nipple.

Changmin let out a loud cry at the sudden painful pleasure that racked his entire body. The moment that Donghae’s teeth touched him, he knew that he was going to cum. He felt the rush, that sudden overtaking of pleasure that spread down his legs and swept ip his body in a fast and fearsome wave.
He cried out and arched his back, fingers digging into Donghae’s shoulders, holding him close as he ejaculated between their two sweating bodies.

It took Donghae a few more erratic thrust before he reached his climax deep within the confines of Changmin’s body. His pleasure came out as a hoarse and slightly broken moan of ecstasy.

“Fuck…that was hot.” Changmin breathed as Donghae fell onto the bed on his right, breath still coming in shallow puffs.
This was when Changmin liked to look at Donghae the most. When they were both so unguarded and enjoying their post-orgasmic glow. The younger boy’s innocence and kindness shown through most at those moment.
“You’re so fucking hot and beautiful and handsome.” Changmin breathed as he leaned over and placed and soft kiss against Donghae’s sweat-beaded brow.

“You look like you just got thoroughly fucked by a hot and beautifully handsome guy.” Donghae responded, his eyes closed and his mouth turning up in a soft smile.

“You’re half asleep, how can you even tell what I look like?” Changmin found himself chuckling lightly, his fingers smoothing through the other boy’s damp locks of chestnut-brown hair.

“I saw you right after you made this huge mess on my stomach. Believe me, I saw the “I just got fucked out of my mind” look on your face.” Donghae slurred, his eyes cracking open to look at the wide-awake Changmin. “Why aren’t you sleepy?” He nearly whined, not liking that he was already being pulled into sleep.

“Robert Conner has a lot of stamina and never falls to sleep after one session of sex. It says so in his file.” Changmin stated in a matter-of-fact voice as he rolled onto his side and watched Donghae chuckle softly. He could feel his own semen growing sticky on his chest, but he could take care of it later.

“It does not.” Donghae muttered as he gave Changmin a slightly indulgent smile, “Unless you’ve started adding fine-print.”

“That doesn’t really matter.” Changmin confided in a whisper as he leaned in closer to Donghae, “All that really matters is that we get to have sex again before I leave.” He whispered in a suggestive voice as he planted a lingering kiss on Donghae’s plump lips.

“You have way too much energy for me.”

“Like I said, stamina.”