fic: As Long As You Love Me
Title: As Long As You Love Me
Author: dria1029
Pairings: Jongyu
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Implications of sex, penetration
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two souls that are reincarnated throughout time, two spirits that will never die.
Word Count: 1,076
a/n: I could have done more with this, I could have. But I didn’t. And I’m fine with that. My writing skills aren’t adequate enough to write out the true, beautiful, breathtaking romance that I see in my head for this story.
There are just some things that are meant to outlast eternities.
That would be you and I.
South Korea, 1377 B.C.
“Leave the palace at once, scum.”
“You’re not emperor yet,” Jonghyun smiled toothily, ears ever alert for the footsteps of the imperial guards-even though the common thief’s attention, at the moment, was solely on the nation’s best kept gem. Much more valuable than the treasure room he’d be creeping off to once a couple of his other alliances finished taking out the main palace patrollers and banded back together. Jonghyun clung tighter to the branch as he leaned in to the heavily robbed prince. “You can’t tell me what to do. And by the way, you forgot to say please.”
Jinki sniffed pompously, folding his arms and turning away.
“You know, I can just take you and call it night. Not only will holding you ransom constitute a pretty penny for your safe return-it wouldn’t be a bad idea to keep a pretty face around.”
“Your threats still remain empty, street rat.”
“I could take you away from here, hyung. Just like you want…”
Jinki fought his wistful smile. He fought hard, no matter if Jonghyun couldn’t see his face. “My father would track us down and have you drawn and quartered before sunset.”
“Not if you don’t slow me down.”
The prince glanced back impudently. Jonghyun was smirking, like he’d won. With a lithe jump, he was sailing into Jinki’s master chamber. Approaching the slightly taller young man.
Rags and riches, toe-to-toe.
Jinki frowned, about to open his mouth for a nother witty remark when a sooty finger molded to his pink lips. His eyes widened just they went cross to glare at the appendage…then the owner.
“One day you’ll see it my way.” Jonghyun’s voice was thick and husky. “One day, my Lotus Lover, you’ll see it my way.”
And he kissed the other roughly, hands assuming positions as old as time. On Jinki, who submissively moaned and locked his arms around the younger’s neck. Shortly afterward, to always consummate their affair, Jonghyun picked Jinki up-with the prince’s eager thighs and legs tightly wound around his hips-and brought him to the preposterously large bed. To make off with his royal spoils. To lay foundation to something that would prove both timeless and utterly exhilarating.
And thus it began.
A never ending cycle; even after their bodies lay in dust. Centuries passing, civilizations growing, and history establishing it’s very diverse, very legendary self.
The comforting kisses stolen whilst in shackles of a foreign enemy. The unrelenting loyalty when one is to be executed; and the other dies with him. The sacrifice to save the other from things much worse than or close to death, the romance shared despite serving together in a war. Starving in the streets of Brazil together, homeless as the vagabonds they choose to be in their travels from Africa to the Middle East. Broke; loaded, reverend; prostitute, fisherman; knight, mother; father-no matter what, Jonghyun found Jinki…and Jinki ran into Jonghyun. Nothing class, age, or gender could prohibit.
So they met as Junghee and Eunsook in Paris, France, 1856, and made love in a nearby hotel. When Jonghyun was an engineer in his thirties and Jinki was an emaciated teenager, a Chicago borough as their place of reunion in the seventies, Jinki was contently was swept off his feet for a lifetime of love he was so accustomed to, to readily bend in his lover’s neck and inhale the familiar, eternally lingering scent he knew was Jonghyun’s and Jonghyun’s alone. And the time when Jinki met Junghee as a widow, making the last few years of her short life brim with golden memories until the tumor in her brain took her from him.
All the way to the present. With, in some way, the cycle beginning all over again with Jinki as the son of a CEO and Jonghyun as an ex-convict. The two in Jinki’s upscale apartment, pressed together in his large bed and speaking softly under the bathing rays of the morning sun.
Jonghyun stroking his lover’s hair, lips planting to a temple, then an ear. Affectionate lips and hands praising the current body of Jinki, and sating an ancient spirit he knew inside and out.
“I told you you’d see it my way someday.”
Jinki grinned and rolled on top of the younger. He leaned over and nuzzled Jonghyun’s tattooed neck before nipping lightly. “Stop rubbing it in street rat,” he breathed sensuously, rolling his naked hips. Both groaned at the contact, their cocks already hardening from the mild friction even though they’d just finished their third session before nine. Jonghyun racked his hands down Jinki’s well-defined back with a smirk.
“Rubbing it in? My. I don’t think I can rub myself up into you. I don’t that’s anatomically possible, Prince.” A suggestive grapple at a round, firm ass. “Unless there are still more tricks up your sleeves old man…”
Jinki continued suckling at the red flesh. Nestling his forehead in the hallow of Jonghyun’s throat.
“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” he said finally, but squeezed his thighs around Jonghyun wantonly. Sliding back up, he smirked back drolly. In the sun, he was still as stunning as he was when he was the emperor’s heir. Only instead of the robes and top knot, there was the corporate, clean hair-cut and…well, the business suit was in pieces strewn around the apartment. Just how Jonghyun preferred it.
“I’m always willing to learn though.” Jonghyun licked his lips. “Remember in Amsterdam? I think it was sixteen-eighty something. Miss Eunsook sure gave her friend’s brother quite a demonstration in her parent’s bed, didn’t she?”
Jinki laughed darkly, swooping to kiss Jonghyun again and planting his hands on the other’s bronze chest. There was a smile on his mouth, yet his eyes….the depth in his eyes that spoke deafening volumes.
“It can be arranged I guess. Teaching you more.” He applied more pressure to Jonghyun’s stiff crotch, Jonghyun’s tip effectively catching to Jinki’s hole like the older had counted on. Impatience was settling in. Jinki needed to feel Jonghyun in him again; he needed that completion. If he could help it, he would ride the younger like this forever and-oh wait.
Forever.
He already had that.
The smile intensified; smoldering, with an edge of possessive pride. “I think I’ll stick around for as long as you want...”
And Jonghyun teasingly-and yet, not so teasingly; quite the opposite really- mouthed the last line along with him…
“As long as you love me.”
I’ll be your platinum, your silver, your gold.
Author: dria1029
Pairings: Jongyu
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Implications of sex, penetration
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two souls that are reincarnated throughout time, two spirits that will never die.
Word Count: 1,076
a/n: I could have done more with this, I could have. But I didn’t. And I’m fine with that. My writing skills aren’t adequate enough to write out the true, beautiful, breathtaking romance that I see in my head for this story.
There are just some things that are meant to outlast eternities.
That would be you and I.
South Korea, 1377 B.C.
“Leave the palace at once, scum.”
“You’re not emperor yet,” Jonghyun smiled toothily, ears ever alert for the footsteps of the imperial guards-even though the common thief’s attention, at the moment, was solely on the nation’s best kept gem. Much more valuable than the treasure room he’d be creeping off to once a couple of his other alliances finished taking out the main palace patrollers and banded back together. Jonghyun clung tighter to the branch as he leaned in to the heavily robbed prince. “You can’t tell me what to do. And by the way, you forgot to say please.”
Jinki sniffed pompously, folding his arms and turning away.
“You know, I can just take you and call it night. Not only will holding you ransom constitute a pretty penny for your safe return-it wouldn’t be a bad idea to keep a pretty face around.”
“Your threats still remain empty, street rat.”
“I could take you away from here, hyung. Just like you want…”
Jinki fought his wistful smile. He fought hard, no matter if Jonghyun couldn’t see his face. “My father would track us down and have you drawn and quartered before sunset.”
“Not if you don’t slow me down.”
The prince glanced back impudently. Jonghyun was smirking, like he’d won. With a lithe jump, he was sailing into Jinki’s master chamber. Approaching the slightly taller young man.
Rags and riches, toe-to-toe.
Jinki frowned, about to open his mouth for a nother witty remark when a sooty finger molded to his pink lips. His eyes widened just they went cross to glare at the appendage…then the owner.
“One day you’ll see it my way.” Jonghyun’s voice was thick and husky. “One day, my Lotus Lover, you’ll see it my way.”
And he kissed the other roughly, hands assuming positions as old as time. On Jinki, who submissively moaned and locked his arms around the younger’s neck. Shortly afterward, to always consummate their affair, Jonghyun picked Jinki up-with the prince’s eager thighs and legs tightly wound around his hips-and brought him to the preposterously large bed. To make off with his royal spoils. To lay foundation to something that would prove both timeless and utterly exhilarating.
And thus it began.
A never ending cycle; even after their bodies lay in dust. Centuries passing, civilizations growing, and history establishing it’s very diverse, very legendary self.
The comforting kisses stolen whilst in shackles of a foreign enemy. The unrelenting loyalty when one is to be executed; and the other dies with him. The sacrifice to save the other from things much worse than or close to death, the romance shared despite serving together in a war. Starving in the streets of Brazil together, homeless as the vagabonds they choose to be in their travels from Africa to the Middle East. Broke; loaded, reverend; prostitute, fisherman; knight, mother; father-no matter what, Jonghyun found Jinki…and Jinki ran into Jonghyun. Nothing class, age, or gender could prohibit.
So they met as Junghee and Eunsook in Paris, France, 1856, and made love in a nearby hotel. When Jonghyun was an engineer in his thirties and Jinki was an emaciated teenager, a Chicago borough as their place of reunion in the seventies, Jinki was contently was swept off his feet for a lifetime of love he was so accustomed to, to readily bend in his lover’s neck and inhale the familiar, eternally lingering scent he knew was Jonghyun’s and Jonghyun’s alone. And the time when Jinki met Junghee as a widow, making the last few years of her short life brim with golden memories until the tumor in her brain took her from him.
All the way to the present. With, in some way, the cycle beginning all over again with Jinki as the son of a CEO and Jonghyun as an ex-convict. The two in Jinki’s upscale apartment, pressed together in his large bed and speaking softly under the bathing rays of the morning sun.
Jonghyun stroking his lover’s hair, lips planting to a temple, then an ear. Affectionate lips and hands praising the current body of Jinki, and sating an ancient spirit he knew inside and out.
“I told you you’d see it my way someday.”
Jinki grinned and rolled on top of the younger. He leaned over and nuzzled Jonghyun’s tattooed neck before nipping lightly. “Stop rubbing it in street rat,” he breathed sensuously, rolling his naked hips. Both groaned at the contact, their cocks already hardening from the mild friction even though they’d just finished their third session before nine. Jonghyun racked his hands down Jinki’s well-defined back with a smirk.
“Rubbing it in? My. I don’t think I can rub myself up into you. I don’t that’s anatomically possible, Prince.” A suggestive grapple at a round, firm ass. “Unless there are still more tricks up your sleeves old man…”
Jinki continued suckling at the red flesh. Nestling his forehead in the hallow of Jonghyun’s throat.
“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” he said finally, but squeezed his thighs around Jonghyun wantonly. Sliding back up, he smirked back drolly. In the sun, he was still as stunning as he was when he was the emperor’s heir. Only instead of the robes and top knot, there was the corporate, clean hair-cut and…well, the business suit was in pieces strewn around the apartment. Just how Jonghyun preferred it.
“I’m always willing to learn though.” Jonghyun licked his lips. “Remember in Amsterdam? I think it was sixteen-eighty something. Miss Eunsook sure gave her friend’s brother quite a demonstration in her parent’s bed, didn’t she?”
Jinki laughed darkly, swooping to kiss Jonghyun again and planting his hands on the other’s bronze chest. There was a smile on his mouth, yet his eyes….the depth in his eyes that spoke deafening volumes.
“It can be arranged I guess. Teaching you more.” He applied more pressure to Jonghyun’s stiff crotch, Jonghyun’s tip effectively catching to Jinki’s hole like the older had counted on. Impatience was settling in. Jinki needed to feel Jonghyun in him again; he needed that completion. If he could help it, he would ride the younger like this forever and-oh wait.
Forever.
He already had that.
The smile intensified; smoldering, with an edge of possessive pride. “I think I’ll stick around for as long as you want...”
And Jonghyun teasingly-and yet, not so teasingly; quite the opposite really- mouthed the last line along with him…
“As long as you love me.”
I’ll be your platinum, your silver, your gold.