[One-Shot] Taken
.Taken
.Changmin/Yoochun, PG13/R-ish
.Changmin is taken
.Death kinda sorta? Creepy maybe?
He sees him under the light of the moon and his skin glows.
Changmin's heart clenches in fear and something mixed with excitement.
His eyes are golden, shining into his soul and he can feel the tendrils of effervescent strength tightening around his beating heart like a siren's call.
"Who are you?" he finds his words choked deep in this throat, tightened around the fear that captures the essence of his being.
The man doesn't say anything, but walks to him, slowly, like a spirit in the blanket of darkness.
"I've come for your soul," he speaks softly, like the gentle notes of music that spellbound his ears in titillating seduction.
Changmin is afraid.
But he bites back the imprudent yelp of distress as the man in white walks to him from the thick of the trees, his ebony hair in curls and his mouth the presence of wilted flowers.
"I will be gentle if only you will allow me to take it," he says and reaches for him, white wisps of tangling ropes flutter through the air and Changmin moves away in terror.
"Who are you?" he asks escaping the capture of his essence.
"I've been waiting for you, Changmin," he speaks calmly and Changmin feels the weight of his words entangle around him, rooting him to the floor.
The man is beautiful.
And evil.
Changmin shakes in his skin. Trembling from the top of his head to the core of his toes.
He's before him, standing mere inches away and Changmin feels warmth envelope him in serenity.
"You're so pure," he reaches out and Changmin imagines the burn of flesh as he touches his skin, but it never comes. His touch is like clouds, slipping through his fingertips, serene and filled with comfort.
His eyes sweep closed in heavenly euphoria.
And it feels like love.
The sweep of his fingers, press gently against his cheek, over his mouth.
"A kiss," the man whispers, breath hovering over his lips and Changmin gazes entrapped in the cool pools of melting burn. "Let me," he asks and Changmin can't seem to function on his own anymore.
He nods.
It's painfully beautiful.
And Changmin can feel the very life of his body escaping at the touch of his tender tongue.
He reaches for him and draws his fingers into the delicate cloth along his back. He tears at the nimble thread until soft flesh exposes itself under his fingers.
He's falling, deep into the pits of something beautiful and haunting, curled deeply into a cocoon of rapture that titillates the very foundation of his being.
"Come with me," he whispers, lips delicate over his mouth, reverent in their advance and Changmin presses further, holding him tight until the air escapes through his pores and he breathes vivacious twine of something unnatural. "Let me have it," the man whispers.
Changmin pulls away, broken and breathless. "Your name," he whispers and the man smiles.
It makes his knees buckle.
"My name is Yoochun," he answers him as he begins to loosen the buttons of Changmin's shirt. "But you can call me whatever you'd like," he leans in and presses the soft touch to his neck.
Changmin gasps when fire consumes him and warmth swirls in a knot against his stomach.
"Who are you?" Changmin moans when fingers prance towards the knot of his belt, pushing it open and he can feel the gentle imprint of flesh sliding into his pants. When it closes around him he cries out.
"I will be gentle," Yoochun promises and Changmin closes his eyes.
"Don't," his voice chokes in his throat, his hands grasping for something to close around.
Yoochun slides slowly, licking a cool path along his neck. "Scream for me," he whispers as he thrusts in and Changmin's throat bleeds.
"Please," he whispers, slick in sweat, his eyes hooded in unadulterated pleasure that makes him spark and crackle at every nerve ending. "Please," he begs.
Yoochun's laugh is painfully vicious as he bites his mouth, tasting his blood. "You've made this far too easy on me," he whips his hips and Changmin cries out when stars explode around his eyes.
He's feels violated, spent and tired. Yoochun slides up and kisses him until his lungs plea for air and he breaks away. Moonlight hits the locket around Yoochun's neck and it glistens in a silver shimmer.
He can't remember seeing it before.
And Changmin feels different.
Empty.
"What happened?" he asks Yoochun who smiles under the expanse of the moonlight, his eyes glittering.
"I've taken you," he kisses his shoulder, his hand falling against his sweaty stomach, circling enticingly around his navel. "Did you enjoy it?" he licks the shell of his ear and Changmin shivers, feeling the swell of pleasure over coming him again.
"I feel different," He slides his fingers into the damp curls that adorn like a heavenly wreath around his face.
Yoochun kisses him, powerfully hungry, his mouth firm, his tongue twisting eagerly. "All I want is to please you," he breaks away and kisses the corner of his mouth, along his chin, past his neck.
Changmin gasps when he feels the slick slide of his tongue against his nipple and he begs when lithe fingers touch him between the heat of his legs.
The sun is rising as Yoochun slumps against him.
Changmin tries to breath but he feels boneless, melted against the earth and he wants to sleep.
"I will leave you soon," Yoochun kisses him carefully.
Changmin opens his eyes and feels a sweep of sadness flow through his body. "Will I see you again?" he whispers in heartbreaking plea.
Yoochun smiles beautifully as the rays of the sun slide through the trees. "Very soon," he mutters and kisses him one last time.
Changmin walks through the town in a daze, his eyes unfocused, his breath disappears into the cool air and the beat of his heart seems unnatural.
He feels lost and alone.
When he climbs into bed, the songs of morning birds trilling through his opened window, he remembers the touch of Yoochun.
His kiss.
The life that seems to have escaped him.
Changmin wakes when he sees his mother in his room.
She looks frantic as her hands scrounge through his belongs.
"He hasn't returned," she mutters and her cheeks glisten with tracks of spent tears.
He yawns and attempts to sit up. "Mother, I'm right here," he says sleepily, eyes heavy, his body worn and tired, sore and aching for rest.
His younger sister rushes through the doorway and Changmin can barely make her out as he slumps against his pillows, eyelashes fluttering closed.
"They're here," she tells her past a shaky voice and Changmin tries to open his eyes.
"You're brother?" he can hear his mother's hope.
Changmin looks upon them for a second.
"No, the constables," she whimpers and he falls back asleep.
A rush of voices and movement in his room have his eyes opening again.
The sun is setting and his father is in the room with his mother. She's crying.
He can feel her pain wash over him in horror and he sits up in worry.
"Mother, why are you crying?" he moves the covers aside and feels the cold wood of the floor beneath his feet.
"Please calm yourself, my dear," his father speaks tenderly and sweeps a hand through her hair, rocking her slowly. "We will find him," he mutters but Changmin can hear the pain in his frightened words.
His stomach twists uneasily.
"What's happened?" Changmin speaks and reaches for his parents.
As he moves to touch his mother's shoulder his hand stops inches away.
He attempts again with the same result.
He tries to grab his father's shoulder and the same happens.
Like an invisible wall preventing their contact.
The moon is beginning to rise and Changmin looks out through the window at the impending darkness.
Yoochun's unearthly eyes flash through his mind and he steps back in surprise.
He can see his smile.
He can feel his touch.
And he remembers the words.
"I've come for your soul."
His skin crawls and he can't feel his heart beat.
"Mother, father," Changmin speaks and moves towards them only to be stopped too close to touch. "Mother, why are you crying?" his voice cracks and he can feel the horrible burn of tears in his eyes. "Father, what are you saying?"
"We will find him," his father whispers into his mother's ear and holds her.
Changmin shakes his head and rushes from the room.
Downstairs he can see his sisters, arms twined together in a crushing hug.
They're crying.
"What's going on?" he demands, the sudden sense of impending doom tightening around his chest.
They continue to cry.
He runs and reaches to touch them but his hands hover above them without connection.
It feels like he can't breathe.
"What is happening?" he tries to get closer but as before, he's prevented by an invisible force from getting any closer. "Why can't I touch you?" he screams and turns his head when a loud pound reverberates through the house.
His sisters rush to the door, past him as if he weren't there.
Not there.
Changmin grabs at his chest, fear weakening him.
It's the lawmen.
Their eyes are grim and Changmin gasps for air, his head light.
"We've found him," they say solemnly.
And Changmin runs.
Changmin finds himself under the moon again and his hands glow softly in warm light.
He can feel his body tremble and when he touches the firm strength of a tree he curls his fingers around the bark and screams.
Tears fall when he sees him again.
"What have you done?" he cries and Yoochun smiles serenely, the locket glistening against the moonlight.
"I told you," he touches him and Changmin cries more at the calming touch. "I've taken you," he whispers and moves in so close his breath smells like rain.
Changmin throws his arms around his shoulders, breathing him in, falling into his touch, suffocating against his scent. "You've killed me," he whispers brokenly, "I'm dead," and he can hear Yoochun's faint laughter like twinkling bells in his ears.
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.Changmin/Yoochun, PG13/R-ish
.Changmin is taken
.Death kinda sorta? Creepy maybe?
He sees him under the light of the moon and his skin glows.
Changmin's heart clenches in fear and something mixed with excitement.
His eyes are golden, shining into his soul and he can feel the tendrils of effervescent strength tightening around his beating heart like a siren's call.
"Who are you?" he finds his words choked deep in this throat, tightened around the fear that captures the essence of his being.
The man doesn't say anything, but walks to him, slowly, like a spirit in the blanket of darkness.
"I've come for your soul," he speaks softly, like the gentle notes of music that spellbound his ears in titillating seduction.
Changmin is afraid.
But he bites back the imprudent yelp of distress as the man in white walks to him from the thick of the trees, his ebony hair in curls and his mouth the presence of wilted flowers.
"I will be gentle if only you will allow me to take it," he says and reaches for him, white wisps of tangling ropes flutter through the air and Changmin moves away in terror.
"Who are you?" he asks escaping the capture of his essence.
"I've been waiting for you, Changmin," he speaks calmly and Changmin feels the weight of his words entangle around him, rooting him to the floor.
The man is beautiful.
And evil.
Changmin shakes in his skin. Trembling from the top of his head to the core of his toes.
He's before him, standing mere inches away and Changmin feels warmth envelope him in serenity.
"You're so pure," he reaches out and Changmin imagines the burn of flesh as he touches his skin, but it never comes. His touch is like clouds, slipping through his fingertips, serene and filled with comfort.
His eyes sweep closed in heavenly euphoria.
And it feels like love.
The sweep of his fingers, press gently against his cheek, over his mouth.
"A kiss," the man whispers, breath hovering over his lips and Changmin gazes entrapped in the cool pools of melting burn. "Let me," he asks and Changmin can't seem to function on his own anymore.
He nods.
It's painfully beautiful.
And Changmin can feel the very life of his body escaping at the touch of his tender tongue.
He reaches for him and draws his fingers into the delicate cloth along his back. He tears at the nimble thread until soft flesh exposes itself under his fingers.
He's falling, deep into the pits of something beautiful and haunting, curled deeply into a cocoon of rapture that titillates the very foundation of his being.
"Come with me," he whispers, lips delicate over his mouth, reverent in their advance and Changmin presses further, holding him tight until the air escapes through his pores and he breathes vivacious twine of something unnatural. "Let me have it," the man whispers.
Changmin pulls away, broken and breathless. "Your name," he whispers and the man smiles.
It makes his knees buckle.
"My name is Yoochun," he answers him as he begins to loosen the buttons of Changmin's shirt. "But you can call me whatever you'd like," he leans in and presses the soft touch to his neck.
Changmin gasps when fire consumes him and warmth swirls in a knot against his stomach.
"Who are you?" Changmin moans when fingers prance towards the knot of his belt, pushing it open and he can feel the gentle imprint of flesh sliding into his pants. When it closes around him he cries out.
"I will be gentle," Yoochun promises and Changmin closes his eyes.
"Don't," his voice chokes in his throat, his hands grasping for something to close around.
Yoochun slides slowly, licking a cool path along his neck. "Scream for me," he whispers as he thrusts in and Changmin's throat bleeds.
"Please," he whispers, slick in sweat, his eyes hooded in unadulterated pleasure that makes him spark and crackle at every nerve ending. "Please," he begs.
Yoochun's laugh is painfully vicious as he bites his mouth, tasting his blood. "You've made this far too easy on me," he whips his hips and Changmin cries out when stars explode around his eyes.
He's feels violated, spent and tired. Yoochun slides up and kisses him until his lungs plea for air and he breaks away. Moonlight hits the locket around Yoochun's neck and it glistens in a silver shimmer.
He can't remember seeing it before.
And Changmin feels different.
Empty.
"What happened?" he asks Yoochun who smiles under the expanse of the moonlight, his eyes glittering.
"I've taken you," he kisses his shoulder, his hand falling against his sweaty stomach, circling enticingly around his navel. "Did you enjoy it?" he licks the shell of his ear and Changmin shivers, feeling the swell of pleasure over coming him again.
"I feel different," He slides his fingers into the damp curls that adorn like a heavenly wreath around his face.
Yoochun kisses him, powerfully hungry, his mouth firm, his tongue twisting eagerly. "All I want is to please you," he breaks away and kisses the corner of his mouth, along his chin, past his neck.
Changmin gasps when he feels the slick slide of his tongue against his nipple and he begs when lithe fingers touch him between the heat of his legs.
The sun is rising as Yoochun slumps against him.
Changmin tries to breath but he feels boneless, melted against the earth and he wants to sleep.
"I will leave you soon," Yoochun kisses him carefully.
Changmin opens his eyes and feels a sweep of sadness flow through his body. "Will I see you again?" he whispers in heartbreaking plea.
Yoochun smiles beautifully as the rays of the sun slide through the trees. "Very soon," he mutters and kisses him one last time.
Changmin walks through the town in a daze, his eyes unfocused, his breath disappears into the cool air and the beat of his heart seems unnatural.
He feels lost and alone.
When he climbs into bed, the songs of morning birds trilling through his opened window, he remembers the touch of Yoochun.
His kiss.
The life that seems to have escaped him.
Changmin wakes when he sees his mother in his room.
She looks frantic as her hands scrounge through his belongs.
"He hasn't returned," she mutters and her cheeks glisten with tracks of spent tears.
He yawns and attempts to sit up. "Mother, I'm right here," he says sleepily, eyes heavy, his body worn and tired, sore and aching for rest.
His younger sister rushes through the doorway and Changmin can barely make her out as he slumps against his pillows, eyelashes fluttering closed.
"They're here," she tells her past a shaky voice and Changmin tries to open his eyes.
"You're brother?" he can hear his mother's hope.
Changmin looks upon them for a second.
"No, the constables," she whimpers and he falls back asleep.
A rush of voices and movement in his room have his eyes opening again.
The sun is setting and his father is in the room with his mother. She's crying.
He can feel her pain wash over him in horror and he sits up in worry.
"Mother, why are you crying?" he moves the covers aside and feels the cold wood of the floor beneath his feet.
"Please calm yourself, my dear," his father speaks tenderly and sweeps a hand through her hair, rocking her slowly. "We will find him," he mutters but Changmin can hear the pain in his frightened words.
His stomach twists uneasily.
"What's happened?" Changmin speaks and reaches for his parents.
As he moves to touch his mother's shoulder his hand stops inches away.
He attempts again with the same result.
He tries to grab his father's shoulder and the same happens.
Like an invisible wall preventing their contact.
The moon is beginning to rise and Changmin looks out through the window at the impending darkness.
Yoochun's unearthly eyes flash through his mind and he steps back in surprise.
He can see his smile.
He can feel his touch.
And he remembers the words.
"I've come for your soul."
His skin crawls and he can't feel his heart beat.
"Mother, father," Changmin speaks and moves towards them only to be stopped too close to touch. "Mother, why are you crying?" his voice cracks and he can feel the horrible burn of tears in his eyes. "Father, what are you saying?"
"We will find him," his father whispers into his mother's ear and holds her.
Changmin shakes his head and rushes from the room.
Downstairs he can see his sisters, arms twined together in a crushing hug.
They're crying.
"What's going on?" he demands, the sudden sense of impending doom tightening around his chest.
They continue to cry.
He runs and reaches to touch them but his hands hover above them without connection.
It feels like he can't breathe.
"What is happening?" he tries to get closer but as before, he's prevented by an invisible force from getting any closer. "Why can't I touch you?" he screams and turns his head when a loud pound reverberates through the house.
His sisters rush to the door, past him as if he weren't there.
Not there.
Changmin grabs at his chest, fear weakening him.
It's the lawmen.
Their eyes are grim and Changmin gasps for air, his head light.
"We've found him," they say solemnly.
And Changmin runs.
Changmin finds himself under the moon again and his hands glow softly in warm light.
He can feel his body tremble and when he touches the firm strength of a tree he curls his fingers around the bark and screams.
Tears fall when he sees him again.
"What have you done?" he cries and Yoochun smiles serenely, the locket glistening against the moonlight.
"I told you," he touches him and Changmin cries more at the calming touch. "I've taken you," he whispers and moves in so close his breath smells like rain.
Changmin throws his arms around his shoulders, breathing him in, falling into his touch, suffocating against his scent. "You've killed me," he whispers brokenly, "I'm dead," and he can hear Yoochun's faint laughter like twinkling bells in his ears.
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