010. 100! SUJU FICS CHALLENGE! *SHIVER*
Author: Ivelle
Pairing: Heechul/Heechul
Rating: R!!! Yes.. some self touching going on here.
Warning: Because I feel I need to put one. ^__^
Summary: What happens when Heechul stares at himself too much??
This fic came to me from.. somewhere special. So enjoy the Heechul on Heechul action!
Heechul had checked his mirror for the twenty second time that hour. He played with the wisps of his bangs, making sure they framed his face in a way to accentuate his prominent cheek bones while managing to keep that effeminate masculinity about him. After the dark strands of his hair flowed perfectly, he sent himself a coy wink accompanied by his wide smirk.
“Heechul, do you really need to look at yourself again?”
Heechul scoffed at Kibum and shot himself a kiss in the mirror.
It should be a sin to be this beautiful.
That night Heechul found himself standing in front of his bathroom mirror. He was turning and raising his head, loving each angle that came into play before him. His jaw was striking as it curved just the right way. His lips were alluring with their lush fullness, especially when he gave them the slightest pucker. His eyes were wide and alert with an enticing promise. Sensual thoughts poured directly from those dark depths.
Heechul smiled, watching as his reflection smiled back. But his smile quickly faded as the image before him had a dark, salacious stare. Heechul suddenly stared at the mirror confused. He raised his hand and waved it, but instead the replica of him slowly swept a tongue across its lips.
Heechul’s eyes widened as he threw himself back against the wall in shock. He had to be imagining this… He began to make faces to see if the mirror copied him…. but no…
In the mirror, both of his hands took the hem of his shirt, lifting the fabric bit by bit to unveil his milky skin. However when he glanced down at himself his shirt wasn’t moving at all. He looked back up at the vision of himself, as his shirt slid over his head. When his reflection tossed the garment to the floor, Heechul’s jaw dropped as he stared at the half naked form of himself.
A slender hand rose to his flawless face, and Heechul gasped as he really did feel a cool touch upon him. He watched his fingertips follow the structure of his cheek down to his lips where he lightly bit the tip of his index finger. His other hand flattened against his collar bone and drifted down to his chest. The pad of his thumb skimmed across one of his pink nipples, hardening it almost immediately.
Heechul found himself softly moaning. He felt that sensation of pure pleasure rush through his body, even though his true self hadn’t moved an inch.
The mirror image guided his finger further into the midst of his mouth. He gently sucked on it as his hand travelled the span of his torso, trailing along the hairs leading to the waist of his jeans.
Heechul urged his hips forward trying to feel more of that invisible touch.
With a skilled hand that had seemed to have done this hundreds of times before, it undid that single button then dragged the metal zipper down. To allow even more freedom for what was to ensue, he pulled at his pants and swayed his hips causing them to drop to his lower thighs.
Now in the mirror, Heechul’s eyes attentively studied the way that hand slipped past the band of his boxers. He felt a delightful burning stir within. Avid fingers explored silken curls before grasping the base of his sensitive length.
Heechul’s chest was rising more heatedly as the intimate touches were overtaking his senses.
His reflection displayed each stroke beneath the thin layer of boxers. It even showed the motion of his finger retreating from his mouth so that his hand could press against the wall for support.
When Heechul looked back at his own eyes, a zealous, yet possessive flash sparked in them.
A hot shiver shuddered through him at the disturbing intensity of it.
It was like his own image was telling him: No one else deserves to touch this body.
Heechul’s uneasiness was abruptly swept away when he felt a particularly hard squeeze on his now throbbing erection. A loud groan erupted from his throat as his hips began to react to the mounting pleasure, thrusting into the hand he could only see before him.
Suddenly his lower stomach tightened and his muscles quivered as they tensed. His breaths were irregular with overflowing gratification. Finally with a lasting moan, Heechul’s body shuddered as he released himself.
He felt that painfully familiar wetness in his pants as he tried to relax his body from the oddly obtained orgasm. When he looked back at his reflection, he saw himself licking slick, coated fingers. He even had that bitter taste on his tongue now.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Heechul jumped and held a hand to his chest as he stared at the door.
“Hyung what’s wrong? I thought I heard noises coming from here.”
Oh it was just Kibum. “You must be hearing things. I’m fine.”
Heechul quietly waited until he heard Kibum leave. He glanced again at the mirror to find that it was normal. He moved a hand up and down to make sure, and when it copied his exact movements he sighed in relief.
Maybe it really was some strange dream. Heechul stared down at his pants with an annoyed sneer. Whether it was a dream or not though… it was fucking hot.
The next night Heechul was once again standing in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror, waiting for something to happen. “You are not crazy Heechul. You know what happened yesterday, and you know it’s going to happen again.”
Heechul was trying to convince himself that last night wasn’t a part of his weird imagination. He watched himself expectantly, but nothing had happened for a whole hour.
Heechul was getting aggravated now. “Hey you fucker! Don’t you just stand there! Do some shit already!” And now he was yelling at himself. He was definitely crazy. He sighed and fell back against the wall, closing his eyes in defeat.
As he descended into thought, he could remember that chilling feeling he received last night from the duplicate in the mirror. That resilient stare of ownership over Heechul wouldn’t leave his mind. He smirked though. He shouldn’t be afraid. In fact he saw it as an exhilarating challenge with himself. Who else would be a worthy opponent?
Heechul didn’t know how long he stayed there, resting against the wall.
But soon it felt like a pair of eyes was staring at him. He could sense that fervent gaze imploring at him. He cracked open his eyes, setting his sight on that well known smirk and forbidding gaze.
“See… I’m not crazy.” Heechul’s eyes lit up with anticipation as he saw that other person’s hand creeping down to the front of his pants. “Already getting straight to the point? You really are like me.”
He hissed in content as that hand gave his crotch a kneading massage, and he could already feel his length twitching with arousal.
Heechul immediately noticed what kind of stare his reflection was shooting at him.They were the same stares as from the night before. How it seemed his replica was marking its possession over Heechul.
“Hey you…” he addressed his image, which was currently running a hand through his dark hair. “What do you think of Hankyung?”
Suddenly the hand in the mirror had halted.
Heechul smirked as the challenge began. “Or Siwon. He has a nice body.”
But Heechul’s brows furrowed as he saw the hand tightening its grasp onto his strands. He felt the roots of his hair actually being tugged at. Yet his nature caused him to provoke his copy more. “Or Kibum. He’s always around. It’d be easy.”
Unexpectedly Heechul cried out as he felt his head jerk backwards and he startlingly flew forwards towards the sink. The wind was knocked from his stomach as it collided into the counter edge.
He winced and looked back up at the mirror. He wished he didn’t though as he saw it raising its hand, only to send it flying back down to violently smack Heechul across the face. He clearly felt the harsh sting. “Fuck,” he cursed, standing up. “You didn’t have to go that far.”
Heechul’s stomach was aching as he held it. When he looked at his reflection, his eyes grew in alarm.
In the mirror, he saw himself silently chuckling. Those eyes were staring down at him as if he were a pathetic idiot.
What was going on? Heechul began to stumble to the door, feeling the need to escape. But his heart leaped in fear, as that pair of lips mouthed to him in the mirror. You’re mine.
A cold shiver quaked through Heechul.
The next day…
Heechul already knew what he had to do. He was rummaging though Kibum’s closet until his hands landed on what he was looking for. A thick, wooden bat was held securely in his hand.
With determination, Heechul rushed back to his bathroom. He stared at the mirror. He was searching for some sign that this was what he needed to do. “Alright. If you wanna fight, we can fight.” Heechul warned himself, gripping the bat firmly. Nothing was happening though…
…He raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. After several more moments, he slowly began to lower the bat. As soon as the tip of the wood weapon touched the floor though, Heechul gasped as his reflection shot in a wild rage, throwing its fists everywhere. Heechul contorted his face as he felt a collision with his cheek, but he didn’t hesitate to raise the bat, swinging it swiftly at the mirror.
A loud shatter sounded through the house, and Kibum suddenly appeared in the doorway.
“Hyung! What are you doing?!” Kibum gawked at the tiny shards of glass scattered all over the floor and counter.
Heechul took a deep breath then turned his focus to the younger member. “I just felt I needed a new mirror.”
DAYS LATER…
“Ah hyung are you alright?”
“Huh?” Heechul raised his eyebrows at Kibum’s sudden inquiry.
“You haven’t looked at yourself once this whole time.”
“Oh,” Heechul weakly smiled shifting in his seat. “Why stare at myself all the time? I know I look good.”
Kibum smiled and shook his head, going back to his computer game.
Yet Heechul took out his pocket mirror, staring at the back of it. His hand was slightly shaking. He knew he had destroyed the one in his bathroom, but he was too afraid to dare look at any other mirrors. What if that… thing could appear anywhere? Anywhere he had a reflection? Would it show up in the mirror in his dressing room, store windows, or even a spoon? He inwardly scolded at himself. Now that’s way too crazy Heechul.
Then why don’t you look?
Heechul concentrated on the small mirror in his hand. He slowly turned it over, seeing his own distraught eyes staring back at him.
When nothing odd happened he sighed in relief, wiping the sweat forming on his brow. He smiled at himself in the mirror and laughed out of nowhere at his own absurdity. Of course none of that really happened Heechul … you’re not crazy.
But what Heechul didn’t notice was the bitter smirk creeping across the lips of his own reflection.
THE END!!!
Oh man.. even though this fic is very strange, I still like it. ^__^ Hope you do too!
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Pairing: Heechul/Heechul
Rating: R!!! Yes.. some self touching going on here.
Warning: Because I feel I need to put one. ^__^
Summary: What happens when Heechul stares at himself too much??
This fic came to me from.. somewhere special. So enjoy the Heechul on Heechul action!
Heechul had checked his mirror for the twenty second time that hour. He played with the wisps of his bangs, making sure they framed his face in a way to accentuate his prominent cheek bones while managing to keep that effeminate masculinity about him. After the dark strands of his hair flowed perfectly, he sent himself a coy wink accompanied by his wide smirk.
“Heechul, do you really need to look at yourself again?”
Heechul scoffed at Kibum and shot himself a kiss in the mirror.
It should be a sin to be this beautiful.
That night Heechul found himself standing in front of his bathroom mirror. He was turning and raising his head, loving each angle that came into play before him. His jaw was striking as it curved just the right way. His lips were alluring with their lush fullness, especially when he gave them the slightest pucker. His eyes were wide and alert with an enticing promise. Sensual thoughts poured directly from those dark depths.
Heechul smiled, watching as his reflection smiled back. But his smile quickly faded as the image before him had a dark, salacious stare. Heechul suddenly stared at the mirror confused. He raised his hand and waved it, but instead the replica of him slowly swept a tongue across its lips.
Heechul’s eyes widened as he threw himself back against the wall in shock. He had to be imagining this… He began to make faces to see if the mirror copied him…. but no…
In the mirror, both of his hands took the hem of his shirt, lifting the fabric bit by bit to unveil his milky skin. However when he glanced down at himself his shirt wasn’t moving at all. He looked back up at the vision of himself, as his shirt slid over his head. When his reflection tossed the garment to the floor, Heechul’s jaw dropped as he stared at the half naked form of himself.
A slender hand rose to his flawless face, and Heechul gasped as he really did feel a cool touch upon him. He watched his fingertips follow the structure of his cheek down to his lips where he lightly bit the tip of his index finger. His other hand flattened against his collar bone and drifted down to his chest. The pad of his thumb skimmed across one of his pink nipples, hardening it almost immediately.
Heechul found himself softly moaning. He felt that sensation of pure pleasure rush through his body, even though his true self hadn’t moved an inch.
The mirror image guided his finger further into the midst of his mouth. He gently sucked on it as his hand travelled the span of his torso, trailing along the hairs leading to the waist of his jeans.
Heechul urged his hips forward trying to feel more of that invisible touch.
With a skilled hand that had seemed to have done this hundreds of times before, it undid that single button then dragged the metal zipper down. To allow even more freedom for what was to ensue, he pulled at his pants and swayed his hips causing them to drop to his lower thighs.
Now in the mirror, Heechul’s eyes attentively studied the way that hand slipped past the band of his boxers. He felt a delightful burning stir within. Avid fingers explored silken curls before grasping the base of his sensitive length.
Heechul’s chest was rising more heatedly as the intimate touches were overtaking his senses.
His reflection displayed each stroke beneath the thin layer of boxers. It even showed the motion of his finger retreating from his mouth so that his hand could press against the wall for support.
When Heechul looked back at his own eyes, a zealous, yet possessive flash sparked in them.
A hot shiver shuddered through him at the disturbing intensity of it.
It was like his own image was telling him: No one else deserves to touch this body.
Heechul’s uneasiness was abruptly swept away when he felt a particularly hard squeeze on his now throbbing erection. A loud groan erupted from his throat as his hips began to react to the mounting pleasure, thrusting into the hand he could only see before him.
Suddenly his lower stomach tightened and his muscles quivered as they tensed. His breaths were irregular with overflowing gratification. Finally with a lasting moan, Heechul’s body shuddered as he released himself.
He felt that painfully familiar wetness in his pants as he tried to relax his body from the oddly obtained orgasm. When he looked back at his reflection, he saw himself licking slick, coated fingers. He even had that bitter taste on his tongue now.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Heechul jumped and held a hand to his chest as he stared at the door.
“Hyung what’s wrong? I thought I heard noises coming from here.”
Oh it was just Kibum. “You must be hearing things. I’m fine.”
Heechul quietly waited until he heard Kibum leave. He glanced again at the mirror to find that it was normal. He moved a hand up and down to make sure, and when it copied his exact movements he sighed in relief.
Maybe it really was some strange dream. Heechul stared down at his pants with an annoyed sneer. Whether it was a dream or not though… it was fucking hot.
The next night Heechul was once again standing in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror, waiting for something to happen. “You are not crazy Heechul. You know what happened yesterday, and you know it’s going to happen again.”
Heechul was trying to convince himself that last night wasn’t a part of his weird imagination. He watched himself expectantly, but nothing had happened for a whole hour.
Heechul was getting aggravated now. “Hey you fucker! Don’t you just stand there! Do some shit already!” And now he was yelling at himself. He was definitely crazy. He sighed and fell back against the wall, closing his eyes in defeat.
As he descended into thought, he could remember that chilling feeling he received last night from the duplicate in the mirror. That resilient stare of ownership over Heechul wouldn’t leave his mind. He smirked though. He shouldn’t be afraid. In fact he saw it as an exhilarating challenge with himself. Who else would be a worthy opponent?
Heechul didn’t know how long he stayed there, resting against the wall.
But soon it felt like a pair of eyes was staring at him. He could sense that fervent gaze imploring at him. He cracked open his eyes, setting his sight on that well known smirk and forbidding gaze.
“See… I’m not crazy.” Heechul’s eyes lit up with anticipation as he saw that other person’s hand creeping down to the front of his pants. “Already getting straight to the point? You really are like me.”
He hissed in content as that hand gave his crotch a kneading massage, and he could already feel his length twitching with arousal.
Heechul immediately noticed what kind of stare his reflection was shooting at him.They were the same stares as from the night before. How it seemed his replica was marking its possession over Heechul.
“Hey you…” he addressed his image, which was currently running a hand through his dark hair. “What do you think of Hankyung?”
Suddenly the hand in the mirror had halted.
Heechul smirked as the challenge began. “Or Siwon. He has a nice body.”
But Heechul’s brows furrowed as he saw the hand tightening its grasp onto his strands. He felt the roots of his hair actually being tugged at. Yet his nature caused him to provoke his copy more. “Or Kibum. He’s always around. It’d be easy.”
Unexpectedly Heechul cried out as he felt his head jerk backwards and he startlingly flew forwards towards the sink. The wind was knocked from his stomach as it collided into the counter edge.
He winced and looked back up at the mirror. He wished he didn’t though as he saw it raising its hand, only to send it flying back down to violently smack Heechul across the face. He clearly felt the harsh sting. “Fuck,” he cursed, standing up. “You didn’t have to go that far.”
Heechul’s stomach was aching as he held it. When he looked at his reflection, his eyes grew in alarm.
In the mirror, he saw himself silently chuckling. Those eyes were staring down at him as if he were a pathetic idiot.
What was going on? Heechul began to stumble to the door, feeling the need to escape. But his heart leaped in fear, as that pair of lips mouthed to him in the mirror. You’re mine.
A cold shiver quaked through Heechul.
The next day…
Heechul already knew what he had to do. He was rummaging though Kibum’s closet until his hands landed on what he was looking for. A thick, wooden bat was held securely in his hand.
With determination, Heechul rushed back to his bathroom. He stared at the mirror. He was searching for some sign that this was what he needed to do. “Alright. If you wanna fight, we can fight.” Heechul warned himself, gripping the bat firmly. Nothing was happening though…
…He raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. After several more moments, he slowly began to lower the bat. As soon as the tip of the wood weapon touched the floor though, Heechul gasped as his reflection shot in a wild rage, throwing its fists everywhere. Heechul contorted his face as he felt a collision with his cheek, but he didn’t hesitate to raise the bat, swinging it swiftly at the mirror.
A loud shatter sounded through the house, and Kibum suddenly appeared in the doorway.
“Hyung! What are you doing?!” Kibum gawked at the tiny shards of glass scattered all over the floor and counter.
Heechul took a deep breath then turned his focus to the younger member. “I just felt I needed a new mirror.”
DAYS LATER…
“Ah hyung are you alright?”
“Huh?” Heechul raised his eyebrows at Kibum’s sudden inquiry.
“You haven’t looked at yourself once this whole time.”
“Oh,” Heechul weakly smiled shifting in his seat. “Why stare at myself all the time? I know I look good.”
Kibum smiled and shook his head, going back to his computer game.
Yet Heechul took out his pocket mirror, staring at the back of it. His hand was slightly shaking. He knew he had destroyed the one in his bathroom, but he was too afraid to dare look at any other mirrors. What if that… thing could appear anywhere? Anywhere he had a reflection? Would it show up in the mirror in his dressing room, store windows, or even a spoon? He inwardly scolded at himself. Now that’s way too crazy Heechul.
Then why don’t you look?
Heechul concentrated on the small mirror in his hand. He slowly turned it over, seeing his own distraught eyes staring back at him.
When nothing odd happened he sighed in relief, wiping the sweat forming on his brow. He smiled at himself in the mirror and laughed out of nowhere at his own absurdity. Of course none of that really happened Heechul … you’re not crazy.
But what Heechul didn’t notice was the bitter smirk creeping across the lips of his own reflection.
THE END!!!
Oh man.. even though this fic is very strange, I still like it. ^__^ Hope you do too!
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