Dangerous Beauty 5
Chapter 5
Jaejoong awoke the next morning to scattered kisses on his collarbone and a soft hand stroking his hip. He mumbled sleepily and leaned into the mouth leaving a tickling trail down his chest, but a soft bite to his nipple made him open his eyes in surprise.
He looked down into Yoochun’s laughing eyes. “Chun,” he said, wonderment in his voice. Had last night really happened? It did, didn’t it…
Yoochun smiled, brilliant in the morning light. “Wake up, love. You have singing class with the Maestro in one hour.” Yoochun braced himself above Jaejoong and peered into his sleepy eyes. “Unless you are too sore?”
“You flatter your girth, cousin.” Jaejoong smiled, and ran a finger down Yoochun’s plump cheek. “You are not that big.”
Yoochun gasped in mock-horror. “You seemed to be satisfied enough last night, Jae. Your pretty moans are still ringing in my ears.” Yoochun said, mockingly. “Our neighbors must have had quite an earful. “Oh Chunnie! More, more! Fuck me!””
Jaejoong laughed. “I said no such thing!” He launched himself at Yoochun, hands tickling the latter’s ribs ferociously. Yoochun immediately collapsed as Jae exploited his known weakness.
Naked and tangled together in a much different way than the previous night, the two cousins greeted the day with shining smiles and boisterous laughter. They had been bonded together in a way deeper than any family tie could make and more precious than any words spoken in front of a priest. Their connection was through their souls, irrevocable and infinitely profound.
Jaejoong was starting a life without Yunho, and Yoochun was the one beside him as he navigated this bright new world.
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Weeks flew by as Jaejoong grew more and more in love with the life of a courtesan. During the day he learned the arts: dancing, drawing and most especially, singing. Jaejoong had captivated the heart of his Maestro in the Academy; his voice was incomparable and every song soared from his lips in perfect melody.
At night, Yoochun taught him about loving. The “specifics” that he had so casually mentioned the first time they made love were wonderful, immensely pleasurable motions of sex: little actions and movements that Yoochun taught Jaejoong and practiced on him. They drove Jaejoong mad between the sheets; but he soon learned the tricks of hand and mouth and it was his turn to have Yoochun splayed on the bed, begging for more.
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Yoochun gripped the silken tie binding his wrists to the bed and let loose a long groan. “Yesss,” he hissed. His body was twisting in agonizing pleasure. “Your mouth-“ he cut himself off with another groan. “Magic.”
Jaejoong smirked at his bound cousin. “Such a pretty display,” he murmured, appreciating his cousin’s slender white form writhing on the blood red sheets. “I want your cock the same color as these sheets before I let you come.”
“Mercy, love.” Yoochun whimpered. “It’s been hours.” His hips snapped up, the cock trying to tempt Jae’s mouth into giving in.
Jae quirked an eyebrow. “You’re the one who wanted me to practice my ‘teasing’.” Jaejoong smiled and bent down to lick a drop off Yoochun’s dripping cock. “So I am.”
Yoochun moaned and thrust his hips in the direction of his cousin’s delicious mouth, begging again. Laughing, Jae finally gave in and took the cock with his lips. Jaejoong’s hard sucking, coupled with the slim fingers teasing his entrance, had Yoochun gasping and pulling against his binds. Jaejoong used his tongue as well, circling the smooth head of Chun’c cock before deep throating his entire length. Over and over again, this torture was repeated until Yoochun could hold it in no longer.
Damn, I’m a good teacher, was the last thought in his mind before his orgasm took over and he disappeared into a cloud of pleasure.
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It was one morning at breakfast when Jaejoong encountered the first problem between him and his new life as a courtesan. Yoochun was teasingly showing him how to seductively eat a banana when they were interrupted by his servant, Sun.
“Signore.” Sun bowed. “Yunho Kim is in your bedroom.”
“What?” Jae asked, eyes wide.
“I gave specific orders not to allow him inside.” Yoochun hissed angrily.
“I’m sorry, signore.” Sun said, guiltily. “But he drew his sword and threatened to cut my balls off if I did not let him in.”
“Stay here, Jae. I will take care of him.” Yoochun stood up quickly, murder in his eyes.
“No.” Jaejoong said quietly. “I’ll go.” He stood up and touched his cousin’s shoulder. “I can handle him.” Yunho was his problem, and he had to face him. The young noble had tried to visit on several occasions but Jaejoong had refused him every time. The wounds were still fresh then. Last month, Yunho had been called to the border because of some trouble with the French. Now, it seems he had returned.
Jaejoong wore a look of grim determination. “I can handle him.” He repeated.
Yoochun sighed at the look in his face. “Alright. I’ll be right here, love.” He gripped Jae’s hand tightly.
Jaejoong nodded and walked briskly to his bedroom, his mind racing with past memories. Yunho, his first true love, could he handle seeing him again? His heart was beating harder with each step he took towards the room. The pain from his rejection was still a dull ache that spread over Jaejoong’s heart. There were days when he could lose himself in the singing and dancing; and at night he lost himself in the arms of his cousin…
But now, in the harshness of the morning, what would he do? Jaejoong reached the door of his room and gripped the knob tightly.
Steel your heart, he told himself.
He opened the door.
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Yunho glanced up at the sound, his eyes widening as Jaejoong walked through the door. How could he have forgotten his beauty? It seemed like Jaejoong had grown even more beautiful in the months Yunho had not seen him. His breath left him for fleeting moments as the anger in him dissolved. The creature walking towards him was confident, stunning… cold. The eyes that had never looked at him with anything other than love were empty now. The lips, still too tempting and plump, were in a controlled line; giving nothing away.
Jaejoong was there, but it was not his Jaejoong. Yunho felt his heart clench and throb in pain.
“Yunho,” even the voice was empty of feeling. “What are you doing here?”
Yunho’s hands fisted as he remembered exactly what had brought him here. His anger returned. “Changmin told me something interesting.” He said, a voice not his own spat out.
Jaejoong shot him a surprised look at the anger in his tone. “What was it?” Jaejoong asked.
“He told me,” Yunho said, taking steps towards Jaejoong. “You are going to be a courtesan.”
Jaejoong held his ground, but his eyes widened as Yunho came closer to him. “I am,” he said. “Yes, I am.” He repeated, stronger.
Yunho’s arm snapped out and grabbed Jaejoong roughly. “No!” he shouted in surprise. He could not believe it, or did not want to believe it. “You are mine, my own!”
Jaejoong struggled against his hold, arms coming up to shove Yunho away. “You gave up any right to me the night you told me we could never marry.”
“And so now you’ll be a whore?” Yunho hissed.
Jaejoong’s eyes flashed, and his hand snapped up quickly. He slapped Yunho hard across the cheek. “I am not a whore!”
Yunho felt the sting from Jaejoong’s eyes more than his hand. “I sent you letters, when you refused to see me. I begged and pleaded…”
Jaejoong let out a bitter laugh. “To be your lover? To be a dirty little secret you hide from the world? To watch from the sidelines as you marry another, have children with another?” Jaejoong laughed again. “That would make me a whore, Yunho. I would be your personal whore.” Jaejoong looked into Yunho’s eyes, a passionate fire burning within them. “I’d rather die.”
Yunho let out a frustrated yell, slamming his fist into the wall. “I do not understand you, Jae! All I hear is that you would rather be a courtesan than be my lover. You would rather welcome other strangers into your bed than belong to me.” Yunho looked at him, a world of pain and anger in his eyes. “You don’t know how much that hurts.”
Jaejoong stopped moving, his arms wrapped around himself as if he could physically hold his shattering soul together. “You don’t understand, Yunho.” He said, voice still steady. “At first, being a courtesan was a way to fill the hole you left in my life. But these past months…” Jae sighed, and a slight smile appeared on his face. “I’ve found a new world, a new way of living full of beautiful things to learn and do. A world of freedom and power. And I want to be a part of it.”
“I can offer you so much more,” Yunho pleaded, his anger drained at the sight of Jaejoong’s steady eyes and firm resolve. He turned to begging again. “I can give you anything you want.”
“No, you can’t.” Jae said. “I would always be your secret whore, hidden from the world. Shunned from all society. As a courtesan I can be so much more.”
It was Yunho’s turn to give a bitter laugh. “You open your mouth, and I hear your cousin’s words. He has poisoned your mind!”
“He has freed my mind.” With each word he said, Jaejoong grew more confident, more firm. He knew in his heart that he could never be Yunho’s whore. Being a courtesan was his role in life, his chance to be liberated. “He has given me a so much possibility and hope.”
Jaejoong sighed and approached Yunho. Yunho’s eyes were still begging, pleading for a chance. Jae lifted a hand and stroked Yunho’s face tenderly, softly.
“If I were to be your lover.” Jae said, looking straight into Yunho’s eyes. “You would be my world.”
“Is that so bad?” Yunho asked brokenly.
Jaejoong smiled. “I would be dependent on you for everything, you would be my all.” Jaejoong hesitated. “My soul, the part of me that defines me from the rest of the world, the unconquerable me…that part of me would shrivel up and die.”
“Jae…” Yunho said, one last plea.
“I can’t.” Jae said, simply. “You said you have a duty to your family. Well I have a duty to myself. I can’t be yours, Yunho. I have to live my own life, soar my own way.”
And with that Yunho felt the door close between them, keeping them irrevocably apart from each other. It was too much for his mind and body to take. He collapsed to his knees in front of the man he loved, tears falling from his eyes. Jaejoong laid a soft hand on his hair, the only warmth that Yunho could feel.
It was over.
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Previous Chapters
Chapter 1: Here
Chapter 1.5: Here
Interlude: Here
Chapter 2: Here
Chapter 3: Here
Chapter 4: Here