Eternal- Chapter 8

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Title: Eternal
Author: meheartyunho
Length: Chaptered (8/?)
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Angst, Romance, AU, Supernatrual, Violence, Drama
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: When you get the impossible and reached a point where you wanted, needed to claim it, what were you to do? Especially when the impossible was the love and affair of your sister’s fiancé, when the year was 1873 and men shouldn’t feel anything but the urge for a family and wealth.
But what if you ran away and got another shot at the impossible? What if you had no other choice? You just had to learn how to live with the thirst, the hormones, the fights and the bloody, lusty, animalistic sex.
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Chapter 8

It was already well past midnight when they were safely tucked inside the windbreak. A small fire was burning and it had amazingly enough warmed and calmed them down to a point where they were comfortably talking again. They had shared some needy kisses, but neither of them even had the strength to take it further, no matter how exciting it would be to make love in a forest. They had to settle for some sleepy, sloppy kisses when their mouths aimed right, otherwise it was their cheeks or nose that received the affection.

It was the first time in days that Jaejoong didn’t bother giving even a thought to his family, but instead focused all on Yunho. He truly loved the man more than he could ever express, and it would have killed him to know that if something had happened to Yunho he would have spent his last days with him thinking about someone else. He would let them go; he would push them to the back of his mind where he would treasure them, but not think about them. At least not for now, not when the wound was still so fresh and hovering at the surface.

And he told Yunho just that, at which he received quite a serious look instead of a grateful kiss as he would have hoped.

“What’s with the face?” he hesitantly asked.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m not okay with you missing your family. Jaejoong, we left them two days ago, of course you’re still going to think about them! Don’t think that I don’t understand it if you do, okay? It’s better if you let every thought possible wander through your mind, and in time it will get less and less.”

Jaejoong didn’t find any answer, other than that what he said made sense. He needed to get them out of his system before he could get over them.

“You’re smart,” he settled with and smiled at the indifferent man. “Thank you.” He kissed his lips but pulled away after a short second.

“Hm…” Yunho hummed and lay back down on his back. The fire warmed up the left side of his face that had been neglected of the warmth for a few minutes now. He preferred watching Jaejoong while they talked, and so had been on his side.

“Hm, what?”

The murmur was sleepy and Yunho shifted uncomfortably and then sat up with his elbows. “I need to pee.”

Jaejoong smiled just as sleepily as he spoke and opened his eyes a few millimetres. “Bet it’s just another excuse to touch yourself.” He smirked when Yunho rolled his eyes at the same old topic. He caught Yunho in the act once, and now he was paying the price for turning to his hand when Jaejoong would have been more than happy to trade places with it.

“Just go to sleep already.”

Yunho stood up, but quickly squatted down again to give Jaejoong a kiss on his forehead. He thought he had given up and for once actually listened to him when he heard nothing as he crawled toward the tight opening, but a call of his name made him turn around.

Jaejoong was sitting with his back hunched over, and a bare ass wiggling in the cold air. “Will this help?” Yunho didn’t know whether to laugh, gasp or ask for more. The line separating the smooth buttocks looked far more inviting than it should to his fatigued body, and the hickey on his right one from last night didn’t exactly set his mind straight. Joke or not: yes please.

“If you want me to pee on my shirt then, yes, I’d say my aim is pointing north right now.”

Jaejoong laughed, and surprisingly (but not really, judging by how he was when he was tired) made a little summersault while he was still hunched over. The image wouldn’t have been so disturbing would it not have been for the sight of his penis dancing between his thighs.

“Terrific. Now I feel like a paedophile.” He let out a breath through his nose and decided to get out of there before Jaejoong felt like playing another one of his tricks while he was still half-naked and lying on his back.

“Yunho!”

He stopped against his better judgement and Jaejoong smiled, waiting for the man to turn toward him.

“One more thing, baby.”

Of course, his curiosity got the best of him as always when it came down to his one and only, and he turned around just in time to see Jaejoong grab a safe hold of his shirt and pull it up until his hard nipples were a clear sight and feast to Yunho’s deprived eyes. They hadn’t had sex in 24 hours; nothing else was to be expected of his self-control.

“Okay. I am going to try to pee, and when I get back here you’re going to be naked.”

“Hm... How about this: I’m just going to lay here and wait for your warm and sexy body to join me. Then we’re going to sleep.” He put his head down on the comforting moss and promptly ignored any complaints that might come from Yunho. He nudged his pants up again past his hips whilst Yunho hunched down to get out of the warm space and do the opposite. The cold hit him like a chilling waterfall thundering down on his head and he shivered, trying to hurry up. He walked a bit further in, not wanting to risk anything by peeing too close to their little house.

It was so strange being there. A few days ago he was still back in their town, wondering what would become of them. He was quite sure that Jaejoong was never going to change his mind and this trip would be a solo march. He was going to make sure it was not one of the things Jaejoong would regret in his life.

He finished quite quickly and zipped his pants up, watching his steps as he walked away. He didn’t want to trip there and get hurt, no less fall into his own pee. His boots were clumsy and noisy, and even after what was to happen he couldn’t understand how he could have heard the rustling in front of him. But that didn’t matter, for he still stopped, and he still barely saw something that was in his eyes deformed until he realised what it actually was. A human crawling forward.

It wasn’t one of those things that you saw and felt that you ought to be scared of it. This was one of those things that you saw and instantly froze into paralyzing fear. Because this, he thought, could kill him. And he knew that. It had stopped its movement and was sitting idly staring with glowing eyes, dark and empty like a hole in a tree stem. But in it was a floating pond with beautiful colours that yelled for you to take a closer look, to come a bit closer and feel the thing. The perfect skin that looked hard and smooth like porcelain, the hair that fell as beautiful as silk ribbons around the hard but soft-featured face. It was a she, a redheaded she. God, if she didn’t look like an expensive doll. Had he not already been so in love with a person as gorgeous, he would have walked closer in fascination and asked for her hand.

But the creature didn’t pay attention to him, and it wasn’t him she was intensely staring at in her hunched position on the dry leaves. Her limbs were long and flexible-yet another treat for the men that caught her presence. But he was still scared, and he was damn sure he had a reason to be so. It was like those poisonous flowers and sirens that disguised themselves as something too beautiful to resist, only to bring you to your death once you got too close. He was sure his guess was right, and this particular striking flower had her eyes set on something that was his and he wasn’t enjoying it.

She sneaked closer to the wall blocking her from the man sitting behind it. Yunho was sure she could see right through the cracks and form a whole picture of what there was to see. She wasn’t a stupid plant; she was a hunter, a predator. And much like a sneaky cheetah her back moved with her legs and arms and Yunho couldn’t do anything but watch. He had to snap out of it, he had to!

The noise of a branch cracking underneath her hand was enough for the cycle to stop. She paused at the unexpected noise of her mistake, Yunho stopped breathing and Jaejoong stopped his enticing humming. He could see his shadow sit up in the windbreak and he prayed to God that she would just turn and run, that this wasn’t what she counted on and that she would try another time when he was taken by surprise.

“Yunho?” Jaejoong moved forward just like her on all four, trying to see if it was indeed his lover that had made the noise. Yunho understood right away that talking had not been the best idea. Neither had Jaejoong’s racing pulse worked to their advantage. A quick glance at the woman was enough to set off alarm bells inside of him. The blank and concentrated expression she had in her eyes just seconds ago changed in a fraction into lust, awareness and hunger. Three emotions he knew too well, himself. Impatience crawled in her skin, and her muscles getting ready to jump made him react in time with her. She took a leap and in a moment the steady wall was shoved aside into individual branches again to reveal a shocked Jaejoong. He crawled backwards in a hurry to get away and Yunho could only scream where Jaejoong had no voice.

“JAEJOONG!” He had probably never run so fast in his life, and he had never been so unfocused on himself and his own pain of running into stones and getting scratched by twigs. All he knew was that this thing was strong enough to hold Jaejoong down, and that he was chanceless.

Her pale hand pressed his head to the side and his exposed neck came into view. She licked her lips and her eyes were on fire, the feeling of absolute power and hunger in her veins making her press harder on his head until he cried in pain. He hadn’t wasted a thought on the fact that Yunho was there, and when he heard him approaching he could do nothing but yell for him to stay back.

“NO! LEAVE!”

Yunho could never stand a chance against this, he was still in a daze about what was happening, but he knew Yunho would only suffer like him. He didn’t want that-Yunho had to leave. He separated his dry lips to scream at him again, but the words died before they left him. He couldn’t scream, he could barely see, barely feel. Her teeth sunk deep, deep into his pulse. Penetrated him until he felt so bare and exposed and given to her that he wanted to puke. He didn’t belong to her. Not like this. She had no right. It felt like everything he wanted to say was sucked out of his neck and into her mouth. It felt like she was eating up his inside, his soul, instead of his flesh. She was killing him, the essence that was him. It was crueller than being eaten and chewed alive.

He felt the energy dying in him and he couldn’t fight for that much longer. He’d give up and let her have him as long as Yunho had a chance to get as far away as possible. Then, suddenly, it stopped. He couldn’t see what was going on, too weak to keep his eyes open. All he knew was that he wasn’t dead but he wasn’t the same as before. He lost consciousness before he could understand why his body was moving when he didn’t have control anymore.

Yunho came to a full stop, his pulse beating at a pace he had never felt before. He was sure it fluttered faster than a hummingbird’s wings. He was also sure that that was what had gotten her attention. The fear running through his body so swiftly, how his thick blood turned lighter and would flow so easily down her hungry throat. He was perfect; he would sate her so quickly in so many other ways than hunger. She’d get rid of the burning, the voices, the aches and the need. She’d be complete.

Yunho gazed over at the still body only two metres away. No… There was no way. He wasn’t moving, why wasn’t he moving?! His face was free of emotion and pain, so pale and blank just lying there on the dirty ground. All he could comprehend was that this thing, this life-sucking, vicious, disguised siren had killed him. She had killed his life, his beloved, his fucking husband. There were no words, no thoughts enough to match how he felt. He wanted to kill her, rip her apart and cry.

He had sworn to fight until he died and he wasn’t ready to give up on that. When she sprung, he sprung. When she bared her teeth he screamed the angriest, saddest heartbreaking scream he could get out and met her in her leap. He was pushed back on the ground, still screaming and yelling and shouting and crying, still aching so badly that he wished she would just rip his heart out and numb him forever. He wanted to be tortured for not protecting what was his to protect. He didn’t want to live here if his soul was gone.

Her hands grabbed a tight grip around his face, the insatiable need she was just about to get rid of forever leaving marks on his skin and pushed his flesh around until he looked inhuman in her hold. He felt the hard teeth sink into him and he welcomed it. The flash of severe pain and warmth and emptiness came and disappeared in waves while his body twisted underneath her. She was so solid; it was like pushing at a brick wall trying to get it to move-his arm was broken after the leap when he had tried to fight against her.

The teeth felt like slick diamonds prettily marking his strong neck, and she was quick to eat. The whole thing felt like something so much more than just dinner. Like a ritual she had to go through or a song that had to be sung.

It was hard to explain what happened after that. He had always heard stories of a light, and he saw it, but he also saw another way. His first thought was that it was the way to hell, but somehow he knew it wasn’t. He couldn’t explain how he knew, but he knew it led to something he couldn’t even imagine and something he didn’t want to miss. It was very much like one of the hundreds of paths he had walked with Jaejoong the last few days. Only this was darker, alluring and surreal. It felt like… like she was giving him a dilemma. A choice. The light looked inviting, while the path showed a way to something that tempted his senses. What felt like the spirit of him turned to the radiant light before a tiniest noise reached his ears: A soft breath.

It wasn’t hers, she had stopped breathing long ago and Yunho had not seen her chest move once since he laid eyes on her. She was not the one that still possessed the reflex of breathing. Jaejoong was. And death was not an option for Yunho if he was still breathing. So he turned 180 degrees and stepped onto the dark path to something else and unknown. The next thing he knew was everything turning black and warm until he couldn’t feel a thing and drifted into a dreamless oblivion.

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It was still a blur in his mind, like a strange childhood memory or a story someone else had told him. It couldn’t possibly have happened, could it? Actually, every memory he had ever had seemed blurry. Even just lying here on the ground, eyes closed, seemed to give him more experience than any day or weeks or years of his life before these seconds. He felt more, knew more, understood more. But how could he know that? He hadn’t tried anything yet, he was even too scared of opening his eyes and finding that Jaejoong was dead and he was comatose and trapped in a crippled body and some kind of imaginary world where he was enhanced.

It was a slow procedure to wake up after so much time of unconsciousness. Light came forward, pressing on his eyelids. Noises reached his ears and teased his senses. Colours swam in his head and he soon learned what it was-that he could even see his emotions in his head. Strangely enough it was quick to get used to, and the dark muddy green that was his worry for his loved one -red- was soon ignored until he could only feel it. He needed to open his eyes and search for him. Was he there?

His lids fluttered in a heavy dance before he managed to effortlessly keep them up. The first sight scared him. Everything was so… clear. The colours, the angles and the forms. Everything was so sharp and defined, lines and separations he had never caught before were now just there, so obvious to these new eyes. He took a sharp breath through his nose and his head twisted so swiftly he was sure it would break. But it didn’t, his body had followed in a reaction he hadn’t called for. All of a sudden he was squatting down on all fours, staring at a pile of gorgeous that just lay there so quietly, but so warm and alive. Breathing and smelling so sweet he couldn’t ignore the urges to come closer. He barely had time to think the thought before it happened and he gathered Jaejoong up in his arms, shaking the man awake.

“Jae…” He gently combed the hair back from his forehead and dropped him from his hold the moment he really saw him. That wasn’t Jaejoong!

“Yun?” Was it? The thought had never struck him before that if everything about his senses had changed then maybe so had his appearance. The confused and torn body sat up, supporting his body with his hands. Just like Yunho had noticed the major difference he twitched too, staring at everything around him, on guard.

Yunho, however, couldn’t breathe. Not that he had to, but the reflex was still there and disappeared as soon as he laid his eyes on Jaejoong still trying to figure out what had happened. The fight from yesterday didn’t show the slightest on Jaejoong’s skin-instead it was more beautiful than Yunho had ever seen it. The woman from yesterday had had a pale, bland white in comparison to Jaejoong whose creamy skin glowed like a pearl necklace in the sun. Where her skin had looked hard and strained his looked feather-smooth and soft as cream.

He was… beyond anything he could ever imagine, not even close to what a gifted artist could paint when told to fill his blank canvas with something absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. When he turned his eyes back up to Jaejoong’s face he was inspecting Yunho the exact same way Yunho was looking at him. His gaze was smouldering and pressing, but he found it hard to believe that he was anywhere near Jaejoong’s standard.

Jaejoong’s once simple brown eyes now had a golden brown to match his high cheekbones. They had before been so open and deep, but were now expanded into two catlike creases that pierced you-he was no longer the one you looked deep into; he was the one who saw you now.

It wasn’t until now that he realised just how worn-out the woman had really looked. Tired and… confused. Desperate. With his human eyes he had only seen something so impeccably gorgeous that he couldn’t see the flaws in her that Jaejoong lacked. He was flawless; she had been filled with them. Human she must have looked so ridiculously ordinary opposed to Jaejoong who had always been something extraordinary.

“You’re…” Yunho started, but Jaejoong shook his head as if he knew what Yunho was going to say.

“No, you are.” He paused, taking an unnecessary breath. “Incredibly so.” Neither of them had gotten around to think about how all of this had happened, or what was to come now. But then again, it was too strange not to be a dream, so why waste their thoughts? Instead, he looked at the man standing in front of him. Yunho had always been the most handsome man in the world to him, and now, how was he going to describe him in another way that fit him perfectly? He looked like a God, or a perfectly carved statue. Muscles in all the right places, skin perfectly smooth but paler than before. It didn’t matter because somehow that snow powdery colour fit this new man. His eyes were different from Jaejoong’s golden topaz; Yunho’s irises were like sparkling dark chocolate. For some reason it assured him further that it was his man. Yunho had always been hard to read when he wanted to, the polite mask so often shutting others out. His eyes now had the exact same effect-they drew people to him but didn’t let them in. Except for maybe Jaejoong-he had learned how to read him no matter how blank he seemed.

His mouth felt oddly dry by the time he opened it to speak again. “What happened to us? This isn’t me…” He turned his hands around, pulling up the garments on him to see more creamy skin. He felt different, spoke different, heard more and saw more. It was so strange and scary, but at the same time he had never felt so excited-so filled with passion and a newfound spark. Was this their way out? Was this God’s way of giving them a new life together? It surely felt like it.

“I don’t know. That thing, she… she must have done something. I don’t understand.” Of course he was panicking; Yunho was always one to have everything in control when it came to the things he could control. And his body and senses was usually one of them. Jaejoong on the other hand saw everything in another light. Who cared about their bodies? If anything he felt more powerful, more alive!

“It doesn’t matter,” was his final conclusion and Yunho stared at him like he’d gone mad. Could his once sane and simple Jaejoong go delusional in a few hours?

“How can you say that? This changes everything!”

“How can I not say that? Yunho, this is it. This is our new life! Don’t you see? Can’t you feel it?” He went closer to the man, already speechless with shock and disbelief. How could Jaejoong accept this so quickly? Not even a second thought about causes or consequences. This was one of the reasons that they should often follow Yunho’s advice, but just like now Jaejoong was the stubborn one, and Yunho was not about to go against the man. If there was one weakness he had it was him.

“What do you suggest then? A life in the forest? We may be different but we’re no animals. How could we possibly show up in a town like this? We don’t even know what we are. Or why this happened, or how this works!”

Jaejoong flinched-Yunho was losing his calm.

“How do you know we can’t survive in a forest? Or that we can’t live in town? I’ve seen plenty of gorgeous people in my life. If we only go out early in the mornings and when it has started to darken it will be fine! If we get to know some people and show them that we’re harmless-we’ll be fine! Can’t you just stop worrying for a while and be happy?”

“You don’t know that, you’re just guessing. I’d rather worry now, come to terms with it and understand and live happily in acceptance than to walk around ignorant and naïve and have it all crash down on us later.” Yunho knew how he was acting, almost spoilt with convenience and reassurances. He never had to wonder or worry before he met Jaejoong, and even then most of those were easily fixed. This was new, and new scared Yunho, but something told him he had to get used to it. Patience and understanding wouldn’t be handed to him on a silver platter; he would have to try. But it was hard to shake off this feeling of unfamiliarity.

“So now I’m naive?”

“Stop. You know that’s not what I meant.”

Jaejoong didn’t answer, only crossed his slender arms and huffed. Yunho knew it wasn’t his place to get angry at the slight childish action. If anything Jaejoong was right to get upset. Yunho was negative whereas Jaejoong was just trying to keep his hope up. He had given up so much at home to be with Yunho for the rest of his life and this wasn’t how he wanted it. The last thing he wanted was a fight.

“Jae-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence for Jaejoong had wandered off and Yunho was stuck trying to figure out whether to follow him or not. Was he really that upset? It was silly, stupid, but he understood him just the same. Yunho could be so negative it was crazy at times. He wanted to move after him; his mind told him to and in a strange, unrealistic flash he was standing right in front of the lost man again. Jaejoong stared bewildered at him, head twisting around to see if he had even moved at all. “Sorry, I…if you want to be alone I can leave you it’s just… I don’t know what happened.”

Jaejoong shook his head a knitted his brows. “You wanted to follow me, and it just happened… Seems like we have a lot to learn.” He concentrated on one spot right in front of Yunho, and in a similar flash of a second his legs moved him forward until he was standing only a centimetre from Yunho’s torso. It wasn’t something that he felt in his body, but it was still something he felt he was in control of; he just had to learn how to handle it better. “Wow… Kind of strange when you don’t really have control over your own legs anymore.”

Yunho didn’t answer, feeling too unbearable.

“Can you control your lips?”

Jaejoong was offended for a second, getting even angrier until Yunho smiled and leaned closer and he understood what he had actually had been hinting at. His arms raised on reflex and he cupped Yunho’s strong jaw. It was scary how gorgeous Yunho was. Those eyes… it made him shiver, lust and want mixed together with his love making it so unnaturally good.

“I think they should work just fine.”

It was a soft kiss, and maybe that was for the best when even through all this, love making was still the first thing on their minds. That and something else. Something they had no idea what it was, or how to quench.

A/N: Woawowaowaoaow!! Surprise, babies! Now you've found out what the scary little creatures were, and here a new journey begins~ Moahaha! I hope you enjoyed it and that it was neither too complicated or too simple X_X Comments~?

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