The Porcelain Treasure 3
Title: Christmas Present
Author: onthethruway
Pairings; Yoomin, hints of Jaechun, Yoosu
Genre: smut, angst, boy on boy
Rating: PG-13?
Warning: I do have a strong Yoomin bias
Summary: Kim Junsu is a wealthy business man who likes to collect unusual toys.
The door bell rang that Christmas morning; Jae stumbling out of bed, doing his best not to wake a sleeping Yunho. He threw on a bathrobe and shuffled to the door. Opening it, he was greeted by a bright smile.
“Merry Christmas,” the young man exclaimed. “Did I wake you?”
Jae raised an eyebrow.
“How can I help you?”
The young man handed Jae a huge wad of money; the shop keeper’s eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.
“I want to buy your doll.”
Jae’s jaw dropped.
“You want to buy Yoochun?”
The young man laughed.
“Yoochun? Is that the doll’s name?”
Jae nodded and beckoned the young man to enter his shop. Closing the door behind him, the young man formerly introduced himself.
“My name is Changmin. I own the nightclub down town. I was thinking of adding a theme room and the doll would fit in perfectly.”
Jae swallowed hard.
“You’re Shim Changmin? I’ve heard about you and your club. I’ve never been there.”
Changmin smiled. He was proud of his reputation for having the best establishment in town.
“So, can I buy the doll?”
Jae looked at the wad of cash in his hand. It was an obscene amount of money.
“I don’t know. He was for sale, but I’m having second thoughts.”
Changmin dug deep into his pockets and placed additional clean, crisp bills in Jae’s palm. The shop owner’s eyes bulged out of his head.
Grasping the bills tightly he turned his back to the younger man and walked away; Changmin following him into the main room of the shop. He stopped in front of the display case; the doll still dressed in Christmas attire; Santa Claus hat on its head.
“When do you need it delivered?”
“Before night fall.”
Jae turned to him and nodded his head.
Changmin walked out of the shop, an evil grin on his face.
“You’re mine now Yoochun. You’re mine.”
Jae shoved the wad of money in his bathrobe pockets. He sighed deeply and opened the glass case. He somehow managed to squeeze himself inside it.
“Well old friend,” he spoke to the doll; I guess this is goodbye. I’m going to miss you my beauty.”
Jae brushed stray hairs away from Yoochun’s eyes; his fingers lovingly stroking the dolls face. He felt compelled to touch the full pouty mouth; a mouth just begging to be caressed. Jae closed his eyes and leaned in to Yoochun, gently pressing a kiss against the doll’s surprisingly supple lips. In that instant, Jae imagined the doll coming to life and kissing him back. He pretended to feel great warmth; a sweetness that exuded from those swollen lips; a tongue flicking out to swipe inside his mouth.
If he only knew the truth.
Jae opened his eyes and realized the ridiculousness of the situation. He looked around to see if he was being watched. He especially didn’t want to get caught by Yunho; his lover thought he was off his rocker to be attached to the porcelain doll, let alone have feelings for it.
Brushing his thumb once more across Yoochun’s bee-stung lips, Jae exited the case and closed the door. He immediately went to work and prepared a receipt for Changmin.
Yunho finally managed his way downstairs.
“Look,” Jae exclaimed waving the money in his hands. “I’ve sold the doll.”
Yunho smiled.
“I’m happy for you.”
Jae managed to crack a smile. Although he was handsomely paid; he felt a twinge of guilt. He hoped this Changmin would take good care of Yoochun.
As day turned to night, Jae delivered the doll to Changmin’s nightclub. Known as The Pleasure Palace, the club’s clientele were the rich and famous of the city. The club had the best food, drink, music and entertainment. There were beautiful girls; and for those whose tastes were different; young men were available.
The doll in its glass case stood alone inside a private room. It was a suite of some sort; lavishly decorated and furnished; a king size bed filled the room; covered in silk sheets it looked warm and inviting. Changmin closed the door behind him. He began to undress himself until he was down to his undershirt and boxers. He stared at the doll and waited; waited for the magic to unfold.
“Come Yoochun,” he entreated the doll. “Come to life for me. I own you now.”
The doll did not stir.
“I know your secret. No doubt Jae doesn’t know; why else sell you to me?”
The doll stood still.
“I’ll give you anything you want, Yoochun. Come to life. Prove to me what I saw last night was real.”
Lub dub. Lub dub. Faster. Louder. It echoed in his chest. Pounding; this thing inside him which caused him pain pressed up harder against his body. The beats were violent; angry; forceful. Muscles ached; nerves set ablaze; brain awakened. It called to him. Like a slap in the face it woke him out of his trance.
“Breathe now,” the voice ordered him. “Wake up and breathe.”
He gasped.
Changmin stepped backwards as the beautiful doll awakened; only to go into convulsions before his eyes. The doll screamed at the top of his lungs. He thrashed inside the case; Changmin fearing he would topple the glass over and break it. After several minutes, the doll seemed to calm down. Chest heaving; it narrowed its eyes at the club owner; Changmin feeling a shiver run up his spine. The doll spoke to him in a surprisingly deep and raspy voice.
“Where am I?”
Changmin approached the glass cautiously.
“My name is Changmin. This is my home. I own you.”
Tears fell from the doll’s eyes; his lower lip trembling.
“No,” he whispered. “Where is Jae?”
The doll twisted his head; body turning side to side; hands pressing against the glass.
“Jae sold you to me.”
The doll began to sob.
“Why? Jae loves me”
Changmin began to unlock the case; the doll eyeing him with great caution.
“Apparently he doesn’t know about your secret.”
The doll glared at Changmin.
“You told him nothing?”
Changmin nodded his head as he undid the latch and opened the glass case.
“You are ….”
The doll’s brain could not think of the proper word.
“I don’t know what you are, but I don’t like it.”
Changmin laughed.
“Come,” he entreated, extending an arm to the doll.
The doll cringed. He shook his head and didn’t move.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
The doll reluctantly grabbed the stranger’s hand. He took wobbly steps, Changmin holding on to him to keep him from falling. The club owner brought him over to the large bed and sat him down.
“Now you see. Everything is ok.”
The doll looked nervously around him. His slender fingers touched the silk coverlets.
“What is this?” he asked.
Changmin stretched out on the bed.
“It’s where I sleep. Do you like it?”
The doll crawled up the bed and grabbed a pillow. He hugged it; a child like grin on his porcelain face.
Changmin reached out and took the Santa Claus hat from Yoochun’s head and threw it on the floor. The doll sat still as his new master ran his fingers through his silken hair.
“Arms up now,” Changmin commanded, and the doll obeyed.
Changmin chuckled at the doll; Yoochun frowning.
The red dress was removed and tossed on the floor where it joined the Santa Claus hat.
Yoochun was naked.
Changmin sucked in his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Changmin breathed as he felt compelled to touch his new possession. He nuzzled Yoochun’s throat, the doll feeling a warm and prickly sensation.
“Changmin?”
The young man inhaled the dolls scent. It was not what he expected. It was manly. It was intoxicating.
“You promised me anything.”
Fingers traced across his swan-like neck; they danced across his delicate collarbones. Teeth nibbled the shell of his ear; hot breath on his flesh.
Changmin’s palm lay flat against the doll’s beating heart; it fluttered intensely with life.
The doll shuddered as his nipples were held captive by Changmin’s fingers.
Instinctively, the doll closed his eyes; head arched back; nostrils flared. Changmin took the hardened buds in his mouth; Yoochun moaning in pleasure.
Changmin’s cock twitched.
“I know what you want from me,” the doll spoke between ragged breaths. “I’ve seen Jae and Yunho together. I know that’s what you want from me.” He opened his eyes and watched as Changmin became more intimately familiar with his body.
Changmin’s hands began to stroke Yoochun’s length; the doll’s newly awakened nerve endings flooded with pleasure.
“When you are finished with me, will you give me what I want?”
Changmin hastily undressed himself; the doll’s eyes wide as saucers as they gazed upon Changmin’s cock.
“I promise,” the club owner mumbled while kissing Yoochun’s belly, “anything you want.”
Tears fell down the doll’s cheeks.
“Will you give me to Junsu?”
Changmin did not hesitate to answer.
“As you wish.”
The doll smiled as Shim Changmin took his rigid length inside his mouth.
Gritting his teeth, the doll spoke out loud; uttering the name of his true love.
“Junsu.”
Author: onthethruway
Pairings; Yoomin, hints of Jaechun, Yoosu
Genre: smut, angst, boy on boy
Rating: PG-13?
Warning: I do have a strong Yoomin bias
Summary: Kim Junsu is a wealthy business man who likes to collect unusual toys.
The door bell rang that Christmas morning; Jae stumbling out of bed, doing his best not to wake a sleeping Yunho. He threw on a bathrobe and shuffled to the door. Opening it, he was greeted by a bright smile.
“Merry Christmas,” the young man exclaimed. “Did I wake you?”
Jae raised an eyebrow.
“How can I help you?”
The young man handed Jae a huge wad of money; the shop keeper’s eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.
“I want to buy your doll.”
Jae’s jaw dropped.
“You want to buy Yoochun?”
The young man laughed.
“Yoochun? Is that the doll’s name?”
Jae nodded and beckoned the young man to enter his shop. Closing the door behind him, the young man formerly introduced himself.
“My name is Changmin. I own the nightclub down town. I was thinking of adding a theme room and the doll would fit in perfectly.”
Jae swallowed hard.
“You’re Shim Changmin? I’ve heard about you and your club. I’ve never been there.”
Changmin smiled. He was proud of his reputation for having the best establishment in town.
“So, can I buy the doll?”
Jae looked at the wad of cash in his hand. It was an obscene amount of money.
“I don’t know. He was for sale, but I’m having second thoughts.”
Changmin dug deep into his pockets and placed additional clean, crisp bills in Jae’s palm. The shop owner’s eyes bulged out of his head.
Grasping the bills tightly he turned his back to the younger man and walked away; Changmin following him into the main room of the shop. He stopped in front of the display case; the doll still dressed in Christmas attire; Santa Claus hat on its head.
“When do you need it delivered?”
“Before night fall.”
Jae turned to him and nodded his head.
Changmin walked out of the shop, an evil grin on his face.
“You’re mine now Yoochun. You’re mine.”
Jae shoved the wad of money in his bathrobe pockets. He sighed deeply and opened the glass case. He somehow managed to squeeze himself inside it.
“Well old friend,” he spoke to the doll; I guess this is goodbye. I’m going to miss you my beauty.”
Jae brushed stray hairs away from Yoochun’s eyes; his fingers lovingly stroking the dolls face. He felt compelled to touch the full pouty mouth; a mouth just begging to be caressed. Jae closed his eyes and leaned in to Yoochun, gently pressing a kiss against the doll’s surprisingly supple lips. In that instant, Jae imagined the doll coming to life and kissing him back. He pretended to feel great warmth; a sweetness that exuded from those swollen lips; a tongue flicking out to swipe inside his mouth.
If he only knew the truth.
Jae opened his eyes and realized the ridiculousness of the situation. He looked around to see if he was being watched. He especially didn’t want to get caught by Yunho; his lover thought he was off his rocker to be attached to the porcelain doll, let alone have feelings for it.
Brushing his thumb once more across Yoochun’s bee-stung lips, Jae exited the case and closed the door. He immediately went to work and prepared a receipt for Changmin.
Yunho finally managed his way downstairs.
“Look,” Jae exclaimed waving the money in his hands. “I’ve sold the doll.”
Yunho smiled.
“I’m happy for you.”
Jae managed to crack a smile. Although he was handsomely paid; he felt a twinge of guilt. He hoped this Changmin would take good care of Yoochun.
As day turned to night, Jae delivered the doll to Changmin’s nightclub. Known as The Pleasure Palace, the club’s clientele were the rich and famous of the city. The club had the best food, drink, music and entertainment. There were beautiful girls; and for those whose tastes were different; young men were available.
The doll in its glass case stood alone inside a private room. It was a suite of some sort; lavishly decorated and furnished; a king size bed filled the room; covered in silk sheets it looked warm and inviting. Changmin closed the door behind him. He began to undress himself until he was down to his undershirt and boxers. He stared at the doll and waited; waited for the magic to unfold.
“Come Yoochun,” he entreated the doll. “Come to life for me. I own you now.”
The doll did not stir.
“I know your secret. No doubt Jae doesn’t know; why else sell you to me?”
The doll stood still.
“I’ll give you anything you want, Yoochun. Come to life. Prove to me what I saw last night was real.”
Lub dub. Lub dub. Faster. Louder. It echoed in his chest. Pounding; this thing inside him which caused him pain pressed up harder against his body. The beats were violent; angry; forceful. Muscles ached; nerves set ablaze; brain awakened. It called to him. Like a slap in the face it woke him out of his trance.
“Breathe now,” the voice ordered him. “Wake up and breathe.”
He gasped.
Changmin stepped backwards as the beautiful doll awakened; only to go into convulsions before his eyes. The doll screamed at the top of his lungs. He thrashed inside the case; Changmin fearing he would topple the glass over and break it. After several minutes, the doll seemed to calm down. Chest heaving; it narrowed its eyes at the club owner; Changmin feeling a shiver run up his spine. The doll spoke to him in a surprisingly deep and raspy voice.
“Where am I?”
Changmin approached the glass cautiously.
“My name is Changmin. This is my home. I own you.”
Tears fell from the doll’s eyes; his lower lip trembling.
“No,” he whispered. “Where is Jae?”
The doll twisted his head; body turning side to side; hands pressing against the glass.
“Jae sold you to me.”
The doll began to sob.
“Why? Jae loves me”
Changmin began to unlock the case; the doll eyeing him with great caution.
“Apparently he doesn’t know about your secret.”
The doll glared at Changmin.
“You told him nothing?”
Changmin nodded his head as he undid the latch and opened the glass case.
“You are ….”
The doll’s brain could not think of the proper word.
“I don’t know what you are, but I don’t like it.”
Changmin laughed.
“Come,” he entreated, extending an arm to the doll.
The doll cringed. He shook his head and didn’t move.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
The doll reluctantly grabbed the stranger’s hand. He took wobbly steps, Changmin holding on to him to keep him from falling. The club owner brought him over to the large bed and sat him down.
“Now you see. Everything is ok.”
The doll looked nervously around him. His slender fingers touched the silk coverlets.
“What is this?” he asked.
Changmin stretched out on the bed.
“It’s where I sleep. Do you like it?”
The doll crawled up the bed and grabbed a pillow. He hugged it; a child like grin on his porcelain face.
Changmin reached out and took the Santa Claus hat from Yoochun’s head and threw it on the floor. The doll sat still as his new master ran his fingers through his silken hair.
“Arms up now,” Changmin commanded, and the doll obeyed.
Changmin chuckled at the doll; Yoochun frowning.
The red dress was removed and tossed on the floor where it joined the Santa Claus hat.
Yoochun was naked.
Changmin sucked in his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Changmin breathed as he felt compelled to touch his new possession. He nuzzled Yoochun’s throat, the doll feeling a warm and prickly sensation.
“Changmin?”
The young man inhaled the dolls scent. It was not what he expected. It was manly. It was intoxicating.
“You promised me anything.”
Fingers traced across his swan-like neck; they danced across his delicate collarbones. Teeth nibbled the shell of his ear; hot breath on his flesh.
Changmin’s palm lay flat against the doll’s beating heart; it fluttered intensely with life.
The doll shuddered as his nipples were held captive by Changmin’s fingers.
Instinctively, the doll closed his eyes; head arched back; nostrils flared. Changmin took the hardened buds in his mouth; Yoochun moaning in pleasure.
Changmin’s cock twitched.
“I know what you want from me,” the doll spoke between ragged breaths. “I’ve seen Jae and Yunho together. I know that’s what you want from me.” He opened his eyes and watched as Changmin became more intimately familiar with his body.
Changmin’s hands began to stroke Yoochun’s length; the doll’s newly awakened nerve endings flooded with pleasure.
“When you are finished with me, will you give me what I want?”
Changmin hastily undressed himself; the doll’s eyes wide as saucers as they gazed upon Changmin’s cock.
“I promise,” the club owner mumbled while kissing Yoochun’s belly, “anything you want.”
Tears fell down the doll’s cheeks.
“Will you give me to Junsu?”
Changmin did not hesitate to answer.
“As you wish.”
The doll smiled as Shim Changmin took his rigid length inside his mouth.
Gritting his teeth, the doll spoke out loud; uttering the name of his true love.
“Junsu.”