written for MBLAQ fic meme
Who I want: Rain/Joon
What I want: Dare I ask for a smexy scene between Rain and Joon? Joon's friendly and flirtatious with everyone and this makes for a very jealous Rain(much to his own surprise) so he decides to show Joon who he belongs to. XD Rain = ultimate seme? lol....
Preferred Rating: R/NC-17
x-posted from MBLAQ fic meme
He watched Joon snuggle against Mir. Noticed the lopsided smirk he gave G.O. Growled inwardly at the careless ruffling he gave Seungho’s hair and the bear hug he gave Cheondoong. He knew the affection was common among the members of MBLAQ. One of the reasons he chosen to debut these five guys was because of the chemistry, the friendship, the connection. Idols need people closer than family, truer than friends to lean on when the spotlight shone too brightly, so sharp it felt like it cut you in half and blinded you to real life.
He knew. Because he had gone it alone.
The spark of anger- not jealousy, surely not that- flared into fire when he witnessed the indiscriminate hugs and arm caresses Joon gave to the backup dancers. His backup dancers. Male and female alike. Rain found himself wanting to rip off his backup dancers’ heads and shove them down their still-spurting necks. The little flicker of rage - no it is not jealousy, he told himself- he’d discovered during the filming of Ninja Assassin burned harder and brighter now. Then, he’d had the character to channel the anger into and released it in the combat practices and fight scenes.
“Rain hyung!” Joon practically bounced his way over but stopped short to bow. Rain could practically see him quivering to not pounce for a hug. It wasn’t that Joon was disrespectful; he just liked hugging and touching people.
Rain found himself desperately wishing to be hugged and touched. “Changsun.” Dipping his head slightly in acknowledgement, he was rewarded with a blinding smile.
One of the female backup dancers walked by and laughingly slid an hand through Joon’s hair, ruffling it and causing the young man to laugh and reach out to tickle her. His hand stopped short when Rain’s stronger one gripped his wrist. “Hyung!” Joon yelped and turned to his mentor.
Whatever protest he may have made shriveled on his tongue at the dark look the older man was giving him. The backup dancer, a long time friend and former lover of Rain’s, noted the look and wondered why she’d never engendered that kind of jealousy in Rain. With a sigh and a look of pity at Joon’s bewildered expression, she escaped to a dressing room.
The two men stood locked in a staring contest. More accurately, Rain was staring at Joon with all the anger and jealousy - yes, he was jealous as hell- of too many months of denied emotions, ignored wants and desires. Joon stared at Rain because he couldn’t look away from the darkened eyes and angry expression. It held the same fearful fascination of an incoming thunderstorm, all dark clouds and sizzling lightening.
Rain broke the stare first, not in defeat or a show of submission. He glanced around to reorient himself and began to drag Joon through the building. Joon stumbled along behind him with protests building and falling apart in his mind. He’d seen Rain angry before. Screaming red-faced angry. Smack the offender upside the head pissed. But he’d never witnessed anything like this in his hyung. Certainly never felt the whippy wind of desire lash him from Rain’s eyes.
The empty office was Rain’s, of course. It smelled masculine and expensive. The furniture practically screamed success and various awards decorated the walls not taken up by bookshelves. Joon found his gaze irrevocably drawn to the large desk with its surface of paperwork, pens, broken pencils, file folders and other detritus of a creative, busy businessman.
Rain had other ideas. The long low leather sofa seemed just right for what he had in mind. Pulling Joon against him, Rain crushed their lips together, nearly splitting Joon’s upper lip against his teeth. The dark angry energy poured out of Rain and into Joon’s mouth. Expecting a struggle, Rain wondered why the younger man didn’t fight. Wondered until Joon’s tongue parried his and sought to explore his mouth. Until that sleek body melted against his so groin met groin. Surprised but pleased, Rain broke the kiss just long enough to strip Joon of his wife beater. Sinking back into Joon’s mouth, Rain nibbled and licked in a desperate attempt to memorize the taste of heaven.
Their hands tangled together in a mutual effort to unbutton Rain’s black shirt. Buttons were tugged and snapped off until the shirt slid off broad shoulders to the floor. Skin to skin, they groped each other frantic for the contact. Rain lowered Joon to the sofa and attacked his neck, his collarbone, his nipples until the other man was writhing under him. Sweat pants slid down long legs and were quickly followed by underwear. Rain lavished attention on Joon’s cock and balls until Joon was quivering and shaking, moaning incoherently.
Getting up to find the lube stashed in a bottom desk drawer, Rain smiled when Joon whimpered his protest. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, Rain lowered his face until they were nose to nose. “I’ll be a few seconds.” When Joon’s hands tried to hold him, Rain felt triumph coarse through him. “Don’t worry. You’re where you belong now and I’ll take good care of you.”
The hungry words racked a shiver through Joon’s body. He’d wanted Rain for years. He’d watched various performances and videos of the man dancing, sometimes half naked with his backup dancers and he’d wanted to be one of those dancers. Had wanted to be more than just a dancer. After seeing Rain completely naked at various points during the filming of Ninja Assassin, he’d wanted even more.
So caught up in his lust-filled memories, Joon jumped at the hands on his thighs. “Did I lose you while I was gone?” A terrible darkness laced the words.
“N-no. I was thinking of you. During the movie production.” Sliding a look down Rain’s body, Joon gulped at the sight. During his brief absence, Rain had shed his pants and underwear. The throbbing erection made Joon’s mouth water for a taste.
Pushing Joon’s knees into his chest, Rain opened the lube. “You’ll get to put your mouth to good use on my dick later.” Only then did Joon realize he’d been licking his lips.
Two lubed fingers slid into him and Joon felt his back arch. He’d experimented before because he was by nature a curious person. Still his body wasn’t use to being penetrated and it clenched and relaxed in an effort to expel Rain’s fingers. Holding on to his patience with gritted teeth, Rain continued to sink his fingers into Joon’s protesting body. Words like “oh shit” and “don’t stop” and “fuck it hurts” peppered Joon’s moans and whimpers.
Sliding his fingers around, into and out of Joon’s body, he watched the younger man tense and relax until he was riding Rain’s fingers. The third finger slid in and drew a gasp from Joon. He felt filled to the max, yet like something was missing, something was still lacking. Through the haze of lust, he figured out what it was.
“Fuck me.” He moaned the words and saw through his hooded eyes Rain inhaled deeply.
Joon watched Rain slick his erection with lube, the sight of the man’s hand lubing himself up made Joon’s cock pulse and leak pre-cum. He wondered if he’d be able to last for more than ten seconds with Rain inside him.
Sliding his fingers out of Joon’s body, he slid his cock in. The fit was painfully, ecstatically tight. The slide in was slow and torturous and wonderful. Rain shook with effort as Joon moaned through the pain and pleasure. It felt like Rain was in his throat. The intense pressure stole his breath and hazed his mind.
“Are you alright?” Rain’s voice dragged him from the depths of pleasure-pain.
“Yea.” He was breathless.
And then Rain moved, sliding out and back in, and Joon gave a hoarse cry. The feel of Joon tightening around him and the sound of his name on those lips snapped the last bit of Rain’s control. He began to pound into Joon and found himself demanding the younger man say his name. Demanded Joon admit he was Rain’s and Rain’s alone. The sheer possessiveness building in Rain as he pounded Joon’s ass and bent over to kiss his lips shocked him.
But soon Joon was spurting come onto their abdomens and Rain was filling up Joon’s hole with his own release. Collapsing spent and sweaty, Rain rolled slightly to one side. Joon laid gasping for breath and starting to feel the muscles in his lower back protest. A strong arm wrapped around his waist and that sinful voice muttered “Mine” against his ear. Joon wondered if he had ever really had the chance to be anyone else’s.
What I want: Dare I ask for a smexy scene between Rain and Joon? Joon's friendly and flirtatious with everyone and this makes for a very jealous Rain(much to his own surprise) so he decides to show Joon who he belongs to. XD Rain = ultimate seme? lol....
Preferred Rating: R/NC-17
x-posted from MBLAQ fic meme
He watched Joon snuggle against Mir. Noticed the lopsided smirk he gave G.O. Growled inwardly at the careless ruffling he gave Seungho’s hair and the bear hug he gave Cheondoong. He knew the affection was common among the members of MBLAQ. One of the reasons he chosen to debut these five guys was because of the chemistry, the friendship, the connection. Idols need people closer than family, truer than friends to lean on when the spotlight shone too brightly, so sharp it felt like it cut you in half and blinded you to real life.
He knew. Because he had gone it alone.
The spark of anger- not jealousy, surely not that- flared into fire when he witnessed the indiscriminate hugs and arm caresses Joon gave to the backup dancers. His backup dancers. Male and female alike. Rain found himself wanting to rip off his backup dancers’ heads and shove them down their still-spurting necks. The little flicker of rage - no it is not jealousy, he told himself- he’d discovered during the filming of Ninja Assassin burned harder and brighter now. Then, he’d had the character to channel the anger into and released it in the combat practices and fight scenes.
“Rain hyung!” Joon practically bounced his way over but stopped short to bow. Rain could practically see him quivering to not pounce for a hug. It wasn’t that Joon was disrespectful; he just liked hugging and touching people.
Rain found himself desperately wishing to be hugged and touched. “Changsun.” Dipping his head slightly in acknowledgement, he was rewarded with a blinding smile.
One of the female backup dancers walked by and laughingly slid an hand through Joon’s hair, ruffling it and causing the young man to laugh and reach out to tickle her. His hand stopped short when Rain’s stronger one gripped his wrist. “Hyung!” Joon yelped and turned to his mentor.
Whatever protest he may have made shriveled on his tongue at the dark look the older man was giving him. The backup dancer, a long time friend and former lover of Rain’s, noted the look and wondered why she’d never engendered that kind of jealousy in Rain. With a sigh and a look of pity at Joon’s bewildered expression, she escaped to a dressing room.
The two men stood locked in a staring contest. More accurately, Rain was staring at Joon with all the anger and jealousy - yes, he was jealous as hell- of too many months of denied emotions, ignored wants and desires. Joon stared at Rain because he couldn’t look away from the darkened eyes and angry expression. It held the same fearful fascination of an incoming thunderstorm, all dark clouds and sizzling lightening.
Rain broke the stare first, not in defeat or a show of submission. He glanced around to reorient himself and began to drag Joon through the building. Joon stumbled along behind him with protests building and falling apart in his mind. He’d seen Rain angry before. Screaming red-faced angry. Smack the offender upside the head pissed. But he’d never witnessed anything like this in his hyung. Certainly never felt the whippy wind of desire lash him from Rain’s eyes.
The empty office was Rain’s, of course. It smelled masculine and expensive. The furniture practically screamed success and various awards decorated the walls not taken up by bookshelves. Joon found his gaze irrevocably drawn to the large desk with its surface of paperwork, pens, broken pencils, file folders and other detritus of a creative, busy businessman.
Rain had other ideas. The long low leather sofa seemed just right for what he had in mind. Pulling Joon against him, Rain crushed their lips together, nearly splitting Joon’s upper lip against his teeth. The dark angry energy poured out of Rain and into Joon’s mouth. Expecting a struggle, Rain wondered why the younger man didn’t fight. Wondered until Joon’s tongue parried his and sought to explore his mouth. Until that sleek body melted against his so groin met groin. Surprised but pleased, Rain broke the kiss just long enough to strip Joon of his wife beater. Sinking back into Joon’s mouth, Rain nibbled and licked in a desperate attempt to memorize the taste of heaven.
Their hands tangled together in a mutual effort to unbutton Rain’s black shirt. Buttons were tugged and snapped off until the shirt slid off broad shoulders to the floor. Skin to skin, they groped each other frantic for the contact. Rain lowered Joon to the sofa and attacked his neck, his collarbone, his nipples until the other man was writhing under him. Sweat pants slid down long legs and were quickly followed by underwear. Rain lavished attention on Joon’s cock and balls until Joon was quivering and shaking, moaning incoherently.
Getting up to find the lube stashed in a bottom desk drawer, Rain smiled when Joon whimpered his protest. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, Rain lowered his face until they were nose to nose. “I’ll be a few seconds.” When Joon’s hands tried to hold him, Rain felt triumph coarse through him. “Don’t worry. You’re where you belong now and I’ll take good care of you.”
The hungry words racked a shiver through Joon’s body. He’d wanted Rain for years. He’d watched various performances and videos of the man dancing, sometimes half naked with his backup dancers and he’d wanted to be one of those dancers. Had wanted to be more than just a dancer. After seeing Rain completely naked at various points during the filming of Ninja Assassin, he’d wanted even more.
So caught up in his lust-filled memories, Joon jumped at the hands on his thighs. “Did I lose you while I was gone?” A terrible darkness laced the words.
“N-no. I was thinking of you. During the movie production.” Sliding a look down Rain’s body, Joon gulped at the sight. During his brief absence, Rain had shed his pants and underwear. The throbbing erection made Joon’s mouth water for a taste.
Pushing Joon’s knees into his chest, Rain opened the lube. “You’ll get to put your mouth to good use on my dick later.” Only then did Joon realize he’d been licking his lips.
Two lubed fingers slid into him and Joon felt his back arch. He’d experimented before because he was by nature a curious person. Still his body wasn’t use to being penetrated and it clenched and relaxed in an effort to expel Rain’s fingers. Holding on to his patience with gritted teeth, Rain continued to sink his fingers into Joon’s protesting body. Words like “oh shit” and “don’t stop” and “fuck it hurts” peppered Joon’s moans and whimpers.
Sliding his fingers around, into and out of Joon’s body, he watched the younger man tense and relax until he was riding Rain’s fingers. The third finger slid in and drew a gasp from Joon. He felt filled to the max, yet like something was missing, something was still lacking. Through the haze of lust, he figured out what it was.
“Fuck me.” He moaned the words and saw through his hooded eyes Rain inhaled deeply.
Joon watched Rain slick his erection with lube, the sight of the man’s hand lubing himself up made Joon’s cock pulse and leak pre-cum. He wondered if he’d be able to last for more than ten seconds with Rain inside him.
Sliding his fingers out of Joon’s body, he slid his cock in. The fit was painfully, ecstatically tight. The slide in was slow and torturous and wonderful. Rain shook with effort as Joon moaned through the pain and pleasure. It felt like Rain was in his throat. The intense pressure stole his breath and hazed his mind.
“Are you alright?” Rain’s voice dragged him from the depths of pleasure-pain.
“Yea.” He was breathless.
And then Rain moved, sliding out and back in, and Joon gave a hoarse cry. The feel of Joon tightening around him and the sound of his name on those lips snapped the last bit of Rain’s control. He began to pound into Joon and found himself demanding the younger man say his name. Demanded Joon admit he was Rain’s and Rain’s alone. The sheer possessiveness building in Rain as he pounded Joon’s ass and bent over to kiss his lips shocked him.
But soon Joon was spurting come onto their abdomens and Rain was filling up Joon’s hole with his own release. Collapsing spent and sweaty, Rain rolled slightly to one side. Joon laid gasping for breath and starting to feel the muscles in his lower back protest. A strong arm wrapped around his waist and that sinful voice muttered “Mine” against his ear. Joon wondered if he had ever really had the chance to be anyone else’s.