[sj100] 006. Burn
I think that, with this fic, I have finally found a way to express the essence of our beloved Heechul. I hope it amuses you even half as much as it does me.
Burn
pairing: Yesung/Heechul
Yesung is pretty sure he is doing this right, because he is freaked the fuck out. It had been scary enough when, as he drew his pitch-covered brush across the floor of his room and completed the final line of the pentagram, the lights had suddenly gone off. It had been more frightening still when the drop of blood he had squeezed out of the tip of his finger and onto the pentagram had caused the symbol to burst into flame. Now, he can feel himself shivering uncontrollably, feel his hair stand on end and his heart race, because there is cold laughter coming out of his floor, echoing up as if from the Abyss itself, faint at first, then ever-stronger as he continues to recite the runes. He grips the book with white-knuckled, clammy hands and continues on even when he ceases to hear his own voice over the cruel pounding of laughter in his ears, and then finally he reaches the last rune and everything suddenly goes silent. At first, he thinks that nothing has happened, that he has somehow failed, but then he sees a dark figure rising up from the center of the pentagram.
It is difficult to make out anything more than the figure's outline, but from what Yesung can tell it looks like a human man. He is torn between running away in terror and squinting above the figure's head in an effort to spot horns.
"You have called upon the Fallen Angel to make a bargain, and he has sent me, His servant, to negotiate the terms."
The voice is haughty, imperious, icy enough to freeze him to the core. It is...familiar.
"Heechul?"
The lights snap on. Heechul looks at him and then rolls his eyes in disgust. "Oh, you must be fucking kidding me."
Yesung blinks. "Is...is this, like, a joke or something?"
Heechul gives him the Look, the one that makes even Kangin scamper away with his tail between his legs. "Oh, it's a joke, alright. The idea that one of you retards would be smart, brave and ambitious enough to try to make a deal with the Devil? It's a fucking hilarious joke!"
It takes a few seconds for the words to sink in. "Wow, hyung, thanks. I don't think you've ever called me smart or brave or ambitious before-"
"And I'm not calling you any of those things now," Heechul says between clenched teeth. "We all know you're not the brightest crayon in the box, Jongwoon. Who put you up to this?"
"Well, I was talking to Jaejoong-"
"I figured as much," Heechul snaps, eyes narrowing and focusing somewhere above Yesung's head. "That little bitch is going to hear from me." His gaze returns to Yesung's face. "Fine, then. So, you want to make a deal with the Devil. Let's get this over with as quickly as possible; we've got dance practice in an hour."
Yesung can't help but furrow his eyebrows and barely keeps himself from laughing. "Wait, do you honestly expect me to believe that you're the Devil's messenger?"
Heechul sneers at him. "I honestly don't give a fuck what you believe, but the Dark Lord sent me and he spares no mercy on demons who return without completing their tasks, so we're going to do this, ok?"
Now Yesung does laugh. "Ok, hyung, very funny, but that's enough."
Heechul rolls his eyes for the second time in five minutes (which, Yesung thinks, is a remarkable amount of restraint for him) and stand up abruptly. "Fine, if we have to get into this, then-" The lights go dark again and unholy flames blaze to life all over Heechul's body. "See?" Yesung stares into red eyes and is both horrified and fascinated to recognize the exact same expression on the demonic face as the one he saw Heechul make three days ago, when Hangeng accidentally ordered "fried shampoo" at a restaurant. He nods dumbly.
"Good," Heechul says, and with a snap of his fingers the flames extinguish and the lights come back on.
"Wow, a demon in Suju..." Yesung says before he can stop himself.
"Can you think of a better place for a demon?" Heechul says, smiling for the first time. "Frankly, I'm surprised I'm the only one."
Yesung thinks about this and decides he has to agree.
"Well then," Heechul says, and traces what looks like a very complicated rune in the air. A battered desk and two old chairs plop down on top of the pentagram, and Heechul sits down in the larger one, leans back and throws his feet up on top of the desk. "Let's get down to business, shall we? What is it you want from the Dark Lord?"
Yesung scurries to seat himself in the chair facing him. "Well, um..." It's weird making this kind of request to Heechul, and he feels his cheeks warm with embarrassment.
"Don't tell me you're asking for a bigger dick," Heechul says, sounding as if that's what everyone asks for, "because as your hyung I can tell you it's really not going to be worth it in the end-"
"It's not that!" Yesung yells, because what the fuck?
"Oh," Heechul shrugs. "Sorry. I just thought, you know, small hands."
Now it is Yesung's turn to glare at him. "No, you asshole, I don't want a bigger dick. The ladies tell me I'm more than adequate in that department."
"Oh, they do, do they? The ladies." Heechul snorts. "Fine, then. What do you want."
"I want to outlast all the rest of you fuckers and go on to have a wildly successful, long-lasting career as a solo artist and become a Korean cultural icon." It's strangely easy to say when he feels like punching Heechul in the face.
"Uh huh, me me me, I'm a little tool, blah blah blah, got it," Heechul says as he quickly scratches out words with a quill onto a vellum scroll, both of which as far as Yesung can tell have appeared out of nowhere. Before Yesung can return the snide remark, Heechul has flipped the scroll around to face him. "This is the contract stipulating your bargain with the Dark Lord," he says and continues on rapidly in a bored tone. "He hereby agrees to grant you wild, long-lasting success etc. etc. and you, in return, agree that upon your death your everlasting soul becomes His property. Take some time to look that over and make sure you're comfortable with it." Yesung enough has time to make out half a word of Heechul's chicken scratch before the demon continues. "Ok, great, then you're going to want to sign here, here and here, and initial here, here, here, here and here." Yesung holds out his hand for the quill and Heechul jabs it into his finger. "In blood," he adds with a smile.
Yesung glares at him and, sucking on his finger, signs and initials the appropriate places on the contract. As soon as he has finished, it rolls up on itself and vanishes in a poof of smoke.
"Excellent," Heechul says, standing up, and the desk and chairs disappear. Yesung falls onto the ground and bumps his tailbone; he is still writhing on the floor in pain, eyes closed, when he hears the sound of Heechul's voice coming from the direction of his bed. "Now you just have to fuck me and the deal's sealed."
"I-what?" Yesung gapes. When he looks over to his bed, his jaw drops even further-Heechul has shucked all of his clothes and is perched on the bed on all fours, entirely naked, his back arched and his ass pointed straight at Yesung.
"You have to fuck me to seal the deal. Didn't you read the contract?"
Yesung is stupified by the way Heechul is wiggling his ass invitingly back and forth. "I-what?"
Heechul glares back at him over his shoulder and stops wiggling. "The Devil likes his debauchery, ok? You can't make a deal with the Dark One without some sort of gratuitous sex, you idiot. Now fuck me."
Yesung shakes his head slightly to clear it. "Heechul, I'm not gay..."
"And I'm not Jongwoon-sexual, you small-handed freak, but you're still going to have to fuck me if you want your contract validated." Yesung opens his mouth to speak and Heechul cuts him off. "And really, don't try to pretend like you don't want to. Everyone wants to fuck me. Even girls want to fuck me. And some of them get to, and I bet they're better at it than you, so get your skinny ass over here and let's get this over with."
Yesung blushes again-it's true, he is hard, and if it's not for Heechul then who-
"Now!" Heechul growls and imperiously smacks his ass.
Yesung hurries over to the bed, drops his pants and then, not really knowing how to go about the whole cock-in-ass business, rests his hands gingerly on Heechul's hips.
"Oh for fucks sake!" Heechul yells, exasperated, and slams himself back onto Yesung's cock, taking it all the way to the base in one fluid stroke.
"Holy shit," Yesung gasps, and if he had doubted that Heechul was a demon before there are no doubts now, because no human could do that without prep, and no human would be this tight or this hot.
"Ok, now that I've done the big-boy part, do you think you can do the rest?" Heechul asks, looking over his shoulder irritably. When Yesung doesn't respond, Heechul clenches his ass and says, "It's not going to fuck itself!"
And so Yesung starts to move his hips. And when Heechul calls him a pussy he begins to fuck him harder, and when he calls him an incompetent virgin he fucks him even harder, and it continues until Yesung is pretty sure that the rhythmic smack of skin on skin as he pounds into Heechul must be audible for miles around. Even then the verbal assault doesn't stop, and soon Yesung has one hand twisted in Heechul's hair, wrenching his head back, and the other periodically smacking his ass, and is returning Heechul's profanity in kind, and then finally when Heechul growls, "C'mon, bitch, give it to me!" Yesung is able to get out a strangled, "Shut the fuck up!" and give Heechul's ass one last smack before he tenses up and comes, cock burried to the hilt.
It is the best orgasm of his life-the best anything of his life, really-and he is lost in it for a while; when he is able to think again, he is lying on his bed, naked from the waist down, and Heechul is standing over him zipping up his pants.
"I think my cock is on fire," Yesung says faintly.
"That'll happen when you fuck a demon, dipshit," Heechul smirks. "But on the bright side, the burning is proof that your contract has been accepted as valid."
Yesung stares up at him, blinking slowly, and tries to remember what contract.
Heechul smiles grudgingly. "You weren't so bad at the end there. That hair-pulling thing was hot-I'll have to remember that."
Yesung smiles back, still swimming in endorphins. "Did you come?"
"Demons can't come on this plane. But don't worry," Heechul says, leaning down close, "I'll get my chance. In another part of your contract that I'm sure you didn't read, there's a stipulation that once your eternal soul becomes the Devil's, its ass becomes eternally mine, and I promise you I'll make good use of it." And with a wicked smile and a parting pat on Yesung's behind, Heechul leaves the room.
Yesung supposes that he is meant to be intimidated by the idea of Heechul fucking him for all eternity, but he can't help but thinking that in the end, the only one getting fucked in a bad way by this deal is the Devil.
Burn
pairing: Yesung/Heechul
Yesung is pretty sure he is doing this right, because he is freaked the fuck out. It had been scary enough when, as he drew his pitch-covered brush across the floor of his room and completed the final line of the pentagram, the lights had suddenly gone off. It had been more frightening still when the drop of blood he had squeezed out of the tip of his finger and onto the pentagram had caused the symbol to burst into flame. Now, he can feel himself shivering uncontrollably, feel his hair stand on end and his heart race, because there is cold laughter coming out of his floor, echoing up as if from the Abyss itself, faint at first, then ever-stronger as he continues to recite the runes. He grips the book with white-knuckled, clammy hands and continues on even when he ceases to hear his own voice over the cruel pounding of laughter in his ears, and then finally he reaches the last rune and everything suddenly goes silent. At first, he thinks that nothing has happened, that he has somehow failed, but then he sees a dark figure rising up from the center of the pentagram.
It is difficult to make out anything more than the figure's outline, but from what Yesung can tell it looks like a human man. He is torn between running away in terror and squinting above the figure's head in an effort to spot horns.
"You have called upon the Fallen Angel to make a bargain, and he has sent me, His servant, to negotiate the terms."
The voice is haughty, imperious, icy enough to freeze him to the core. It is...familiar.
"Heechul?"
The lights snap on. Heechul looks at him and then rolls his eyes in disgust. "Oh, you must be fucking kidding me."
Yesung blinks. "Is...is this, like, a joke or something?"
Heechul gives him the Look, the one that makes even Kangin scamper away with his tail between his legs. "Oh, it's a joke, alright. The idea that one of you retards would be smart, brave and ambitious enough to try to make a deal with the Devil? It's a fucking hilarious joke!"
It takes a few seconds for the words to sink in. "Wow, hyung, thanks. I don't think you've ever called me smart or brave or ambitious before-"
"And I'm not calling you any of those things now," Heechul says between clenched teeth. "We all know you're not the brightest crayon in the box, Jongwoon. Who put you up to this?"
"Well, I was talking to Jaejoong-"
"I figured as much," Heechul snaps, eyes narrowing and focusing somewhere above Yesung's head. "That little bitch is going to hear from me." His gaze returns to Yesung's face. "Fine, then. So, you want to make a deal with the Devil. Let's get this over with as quickly as possible; we've got dance practice in an hour."
Yesung can't help but furrow his eyebrows and barely keeps himself from laughing. "Wait, do you honestly expect me to believe that you're the Devil's messenger?"
Heechul sneers at him. "I honestly don't give a fuck what you believe, but the Dark Lord sent me and he spares no mercy on demons who return without completing their tasks, so we're going to do this, ok?"
Now Yesung does laugh. "Ok, hyung, very funny, but that's enough."
Heechul rolls his eyes for the second time in five minutes (which, Yesung thinks, is a remarkable amount of restraint for him) and stand up abruptly. "Fine, if we have to get into this, then-" The lights go dark again and unholy flames blaze to life all over Heechul's body. "See?" Yesung stares into red eyes and is both horrified and fascinated to recognize the exact same expression on the demonic face as the one he saw Heechul make three days ago, when Hangeng accidentally ordered "fried shampoo" at a restaurant. He nods dumbly.
"Good," Heechul says, and with a snap of his fingers the flames extinguish and the lights come back on.
"Wow, a demon in Suju..." Yesung says before he can stop himself.
"Can you think of a better place for a demon?" Heechul says, smiling for the first time. "Frankly, I'm surprised I'm the only one."
Yesung thinks about this and decides he has to agree.
"Well then," Heechul says, and traces what looks like a very complicated rune in the air. A battered desk and two old chairs plop down on top of the pentagram, and Heechul sits down in the larger one, leans back and throws his feet up on top of the desk. "Let's get down to business, shall we? What is it you want from the Dark Lord?"
Yesung scurries to seat himself in the chair facing him. "Well, um..." It's weird making this kind of request to Heechul, and he feels his cheeks warm with embarrassment.
"Don't tell me you're asking for a bigger dick," Heechul says, sounding as if that's what everyone asks for, "because as your hyung I can tell you it's really not going to be worth it in the end-"
"It's not that!" Yesung yells, because what the fuck?
"Oh," Heechul shrugs. "Sorry. I just thought, you know, small hands."
Now it is Yesung's turn to glare at him. "No, you asshole, I don't want a bigger dick. The ladies tell me I'm more than adequate in that department."
"Oh, they do, do they? The ladies." Heechul snorts. "Fine, then. What do you want."
"I want to outlast all the rest of you fuckers and go on to have a wildly successful, long-lasting career as a solo artist and become a Korean cultural icon." It's strangely easy to say when he feels like punching Heechul in the face.
"Uh huh, me me me, I'm a little tool, blah blah blah, got it," Heechul says as he quickly scratches out words with a quill onto a vellum scroll, both of which as far as Yesung can tell have appeared out of nowhere. Before Yesung can return the snide remark, Heechul has flipped the scroll around to face him. "This is the contract stipulating your bargain with the Dark Lord," he says and continues on rapidly in a bored tone. "He hereby agrees to grant you wild, long-lasting success etc. etc. and you, in return, agree that upon your death your everlasting soul becomes His property. Take some time to look that over and make sure you're comfortable with it." Yesung enough has time to make out half a word of Heechul's chicken scratch before the demon continues. "Ok, great, then you're going to want to sign here, here and here, and initial here, here, here, here and here." Yesung holds out his hand for the quill and Heechul jabs it into his finger. "In blood," he adds with a smile.
Yesung glares at him and, sucking on his finger, signs and initials the appropriate places on the contract. As soon as he has finished, it rolls up on itself and vanishes in a poof of smoke.
"Excellent," Heechul says, standing up, and the desk and chairs disappear. Yesung falls onto the ground and bumps his tailbone; he is still writhing on the floor in pain, eyes closed, when he hears the sound of Heechul's voice coming from the direction of his bed. "Now you just have to fuck me and the deal's sealed."
"I-what?" Yesung gapes. When he looks over to his bed, his jaw drops even further-Heechul has shucked all of his clothes and is perched on the bed on all fours, entirely naked, his back arched and his ass pointed straight at Yesung.
"You have to fuck me to seal the deal. Didn't you read the contract?"
Yesung is stupified by the way Heechul is wiggling his ass invitingly back and forth. "I-what?"
Heechul glares back at him over his shoulder and stops wiggling. "The Devil likes his debauchery, ok? You can't make a deal with the Dark One without some sort of gratuitous sex, you idiot. Now fuck me."
Yesung shakes his head slightly to clear it. "Heechul, I'm not gay..."
"And I'm not Jongwoon-sexual, you small-handed freak, but you're still going to have to fuck me if you want your contract validated." Yesung opens his mouth to speak and Heechul cuts him off. "And really, don't try to pretend like you don't want to. Everyone wants to fuck me. Even girls want to fuck me. And some of them get to, and I bet they're better at it than you, so get your skinny ass over here and let's get this over with."
Yesung blushes again-it's true, he is hard, and if it's not for Heechul then who-
"Now!" Heechul growls and imperiously smacks his ass.
Yesung hurries over to the bed, drops his pants and then, not really knowing how to go about the whole cock-in-ass business, rests his hands gingerly on Heechul's hips.
"Oh for fucks sake!" Heechul yells, exasperated, and slams himself back onto Yesung's cock, taking it all the way to the base in one fluid stroke.
"Holy shit," Yesung gasps, and if he had doubted that Heechul was a demon before there are no doubts now, because no human could do that without prep, and no human would be this tight or this hot.
"Ok, now that I've done the big-boy part, do you think you can do the rest?" Heechul asks, looking over his shoulder irritably. When Yesung doesn't respond, Heechul clenches his ass and says, "It's not going to fuck itself!"
And so Yesung starts to move his hips. And when Heechul calls him a pussy he begins to fuck him harder, and when he calls him an incompetent virgin he fucks him even harder, and it continues until Yesung is pretty sure that the rhythmic smack of skin on skin as he pounds into Heechul must be audible for miles around. Even then the verbal assault doesn't stop, and soon Yesung has one hand twisted in Heechul's hair, wrenching his head back, and the other periodically smacking his ass, and is returning Heechul's profanity in kind, and then finally when Heechul growls, "C'mon, bitch, give it to me!" Yesung is able to get out a strangled, "Shut the fuck up!" and give Heechul's ass one last smack before he tenses up and comes, cock burried to the hilt.
It is the best orgasm of his life-the best anything of his life, really-and he is lost in it for a while; when he is able to think again, he is lying on his bed, naked from the waist down, and Heechul is standing over him zipping up his pants.
"I think my cock is on fire," Yesung says faintly.
"That'll happen when you fuck a demon, dipshit," Heechul smirks. "But on the bright side, the burning is proof that your contract has been accepted as valid."
Yesung stares up at him, blinking slowly, and tries to remember what contract.
Heechul smiles grudgingly. "You weren't so bad at the end there. That hair-pulling thing was hot-I'll have to remember that."
Yesung smiles back, still swimming in endorphins. "Did you come?"
"Demons can't come on this plane. But don't worry," Heechul says, leaning down close, "I'll get my chance. In another part of your contract that I'm sure you didn't read, there's a stipulation that once your eternal soul becomes the Devil's, its ass becomes eternally mine, and I promise you I'll make good use of it." And with a wicked smile and a parting pat on Yesung's behind, Heechul leaves the room.
Yesung supposes that he is meant to be intimidated by the idea of Heechul fucking him for all eternity, but he can't help but thinking that in the end, the only one getting fucked in a bad way by this deal is the Devil.