Lay Me Down
Once upon a time, nhaca_writes requested Jaeho from me. Romantic, sexy Jaeho. I said, "Sure."
But then she wrote amazing mafia!verse Jaeho, and I said, "Um, but..." and she said, "Oh, alright, fine," and I said, "KNIVES! REVENGE KILLING! VIOLENT SEX!" It is not romantic. Depending on your point of view, it may not even be sexy. You have been warned.
Lay Me Down
pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
"Put down the knife before you hurt yourself," Yunho says, voice coated in sleep and contempt, and the boy jumps. Yunho does not know how long the boy has been holding the blade to his throat, how long his lip has been quivering and his breath has been rasping and his courage has been slowly building, and he doesn't care. Death only interests Yunho as part of a transaction.
"Don't move. I'm going to kill you," says the boy, and his voice is surprisingly steady.
Yunho's hand moves fast, and the boy's eyes open wide in shock when it clamps vice-like onto his wrist. "You had your chance," Yunho snarls and sends the knife skidding across the floor with his other hand, then flips the boy over onto the bed, pinning him down with his body. They are face to face, and Yunho can smell his fear and see the sweat beading on his forehead. "So," he says, "who sent an amateur like you to off me?"
"No one sent me," the boy spits out. "You killed my father, you son of a bitch."
Yunho resists the urge to smile. "I kill a lot of people's fathers, kid."
The hatred radiating off of the boy is palpable. "Do you send all of their heads back to their families through the mail?"
Ah. "You must be...Jaejoong, was it?" The boy's eyes narrow, and Yunho takes that for a yes. "No, Jaejoong, I don't. Only when they pay me extra."
"You sick fuck!" Jaejoong growls, and for a moment Yunho thinks he will lose his hold on him, has to use his hands and arms and legs to keep Jaejoong from bucking and struggling his way free. In a matter of seconds Yunho has him pinned again, and now their legs are intertwined and he is holding Jaejoong's hands up against the headboard. Jaejoong's cock is pressed against his thigh, hard with fear and anger, and he can feel his own begin to grow against Jaejoong's hip.
"Don't make me kill you, boy. I don't like to kill unless I'm getting paid for it," Yunho says, voice soft, dangerous. Jaejoong looks like he is going to struggle, but instead he jerks his head up and smashes their lips together.
Yunho is surprised, but Jaejoong's lips are soft, and it has been so long, too long, and so he doesn't break the kiss. Jaejoong's lips part and Yunho slides his tongue in, feels the warmth, the unexpected welcome, the moan that vibrates from Jaejoong's mouth into him, feels Jaejoong's tongue dance eagerly with his-
And then he feels the pain of being kneed, hard, in the crotch, and he lies prostrate on the bed as Jaejoong scrambles away and makes a dash for the knife lying in the corner by the dustbin. He has already picked it up by the time Yunho recovers and he brandishes it wildly as Yunho approaches.
Disarming him again is easy enough; Yunho steps in, grabs his knife arm and twists, and then the knife is in Yunho's other hand and Jaejoong's arm is jerked painfully behind his back. Yunho decides he does not need to break it yet. Instead, he slams Jaejoong down onto his desk and puts the knife between his teeth to free up both hands. Then he takes out a piece of nylon rope from the desk drawer and somehow manages to tie Jaejoong's hands together despite the bucking and cursing. When Jaejoong keeps struggling, Yunho runs the flat of the knife blade slowly over the back of his neck.
"Stay still," he says, and Jaejoong gasps and freezes. Yunho slices once, twice, three times and Jaejoong's shirt is in tatters to the side, two more times and his pants too fall to the ground. Yunho can see the goosebumps on Jaejoong's thigh below his briefs, can see his body shaking, and he feels his own begin to shake in hunger and anticipation.
"What are you doing?" Jaejoong asks, voice trembling in time with his body. Yunho doesn't answer; instead, he yanks down Jaejoong's underwear and pulls down his own pants. Jaejoong doesn't make a sound when Yunho spits into his hand and works one, then two fingers into him, doesn't begin to moan until Yunho pushes into him and begins fucking him hard enough to make the desk rock. When the moans turn into words-fuck, yes, harder-Yunho pulls out and flips Jaejoong over, puts his legs up on his shoulders and then slams back into him again.
"Yeah...God...my hands," Jaejoong pants and holds his arms up. Yunho brings the knife up against Jaejoong's throat and undoes the nylon rope with his teeth, and then Jaejoong's hands are raking over his back, harsh enough to draw blood, leaving claw marks across his chest, and Yunho leans his head down to suck on Jaejoong's collarbone. He only takes the knife away from Jaejoong's throat when he brings their mouths together for a kiss, and when Jaejoong bites into his lip, he comes, hard, and then Jaejoong comes too.
Yunho lies for a minute on top of the boy, waits for his breathing to return to normal, and then pulls out. When he does, he realizes Jaejoong is crying, silent tears running down his cheeks. He is not sure why he cradles the boy in his arms and carries him to the bed, not sure why he runs caresses through his hair until he falls asleep, but when Jaejoong's breath becomes deep and even he doesn't move away. He keeps running his fingers through Jaejoong's hair and wishes the boy had killed him when he'd had the chance.
But then she wrote amazing mafia!verse Jaeho, and I said, "Um, but..." and she said, "Oh, alright, fine," and I said, "KNIVES! REVENGE KILLING! VIOLENT SEX!" It is not romantic. Depending on your point of view, it may not even be sexy. You have been warned.
Lay Me Down
pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
"Put down the knife before you hurt yourself," Yunho says, voice coated in sleep and contempt, and the boy jumps. Yunho does not know how long the boy has been holding the blade to his throat, how long his lip has been quivering and his breath has been rasping and his courage has been slowly building, and he doesn't care. Death only interests Yunho as part of a transaction.
"Don't move. I'm going to kill you," says the boy, and his voice is surprisingly steady.
Yunho's hand moves fast, and the boy's eyes open wide in shock when it clamps vice-like onto his wrist. "You had your chance," Yunho snarls and sends the knife skidding across the floor with his other hand, then flips the boy over onto the bed, pinning him down with his body. They are face to face, and Yunho can smell his fear and see the sweat beading on his forehead. "So," he says, "who sent an amateur like you to off me?"
"No one sent me," the boy spits out. "You killed my father, you son of a bitch."
Yunho resists the urge to smile. "I kill a lot of people's fathers, kid."
The hatred radiating off of the boy is palpable. "Do you send all of their heads back to their families through the mail?"
Ah. "You must be...Jaejoong, was it?" The boy's eyes narrow, and Yunho takes that for a yes. "No, Jaejoong, I don't. Only when they pay me extra."
"You sick fuck!" Jaejoong growls, and for a moment Yunho thinks he will lose his hold on him, has to use his hands and arms and legs to keep Jaejoong from bucking and struggling his way free. In a matter of seconds Yunho has him pinned again, and now their legs are intertwined and he is holding Jaejoong's hands up against the headboard. Jaejoong's cock is pressed against his thigh, hard with fear and anger, and he can feel his own begin to grow against Jaejoong's hip.
"Don't make me kill you, boy. I don't like to kill unless I'm getting paid for it," Yunho says, voice soft, dangerous. Jaejoong looks like he is going to struggle, but instead he jerks his head up and smashes their lips together.
Yunho is surprised, but Jaejoong's lips are soft, and it has been so long, too long, and so he doesn't break the kiss. Jaejoong's lips part and Yunho slides his tongue in, feels the warmth, the unexpected welcome, the moan that vibrates from Jaejoong's mouth into him, feels Jaejoong's tongue dance eagerly with his-
And then he feels the pain of being kneed, hard, in the crotch, and he lies prostrate on the bed as Jaejoong scrambles away and makes a dash for the knife lying in the corner by the dustbin. He has already picked it up by the time Yunho recovers and he brandishes it wildly as Yunho approaches.
Disarming him again is easy enough; Yunho steps in, grabs his knife arm and twists, and then the knife is in Yunho's other hand and Jaejoong's arm is jerked painfully behind his back. Yunho decides he does not need to break it yet. Instead, he slams Jaejoong down onto his desk and puts the knife between his teeth to free up both hands. Then he takes out a piece of nylon rope from the desk drawer and somehow manages to tie Jaejoong's hands together despite the bucking and cursing. When Jaejoong keeps struggling, Yunho runs the flat of the knife blade slowly over the back of his neck.
"Stay still," he says, and Jaejoong gasps and freezes. Yunho slices once, twice, three times and Jaejoong's shirt is in tatters to the side, two more times and his pants too fall to the ground. Yunho can see the goosebumps on Jaejoong's thigh below his briefs, can see his body shaking, and he feels his own begin to shake in hunger and anticipation.
"What are you doing?" Jaejoong asks, voice trembling in time with his body. Yunho doesn't answer; instead, he yanks down Jaejoong's underwear and pulls down his own pants. Jaejoong doesn't make a sound when Yunho spits into his hand and works one, then two fingers into him, doesn't begin to moan until Yunho pushes into him and begins fucking him hard enough to make the desk rock. When the moans turn into words-fuck, yes, harder-Yunho pulls out and flips Jaejoong over, puts his legs up on his shoulders and then slams back into him again.
"Yeah...God...my hands," Jaejoong pants and holds his arms up. Yunho brings the knife up against Jaejoong's throat and undoes the nylon rope with his teeth, and then Jaejoong's hands are raking over his back, harsh enough to draw blood, leaving claw marks across his chest, and Yunho leans his head down to suck on Jaejoong's collarbone. He only takes the knife away from Jaejoong's throat when he brings their mouths together for a kiss, and when Jaejoong bites into his lip, he comes, hard, and then Jaejoong comes too.
Yunho lies for a minute on top of the boy, waits for his breathing to return to normal, and then pulls out. When he does, he realizes Jaejoong is crying, silent tears running down his cheeks. He is not sure why he cradles the boy in his arms and carries him to the bed, not sure why he runs caresses through his hair until he falls asleep, but when Jaejoong's breath becomes deep and even he doesn't move away. He keeps running his fingers through Jaejoong's hair and wishes the boy had killed him when he'd had the chance.