The Carnival of Sin and Lust
Title: The Carnival of Sin and Lust
Author: onthethruway01
Length: one shot
Genre: smut, angst, the macabre
Pairings: Yoosu, hints of Jaechun
Summary: Welcome to the macabre world of The Puppet Master as he brings to life his marionettes for your carnal lust and pleasure.
“Welcome to the carnival of sin and lust; ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Come hear the drums, come hear the fife as my dancing puppets come to life.
Forget your worries, forget your fears, the magic time at last is here…..”
The Puppet Master’s golden voice echoed through the night as the townsfolk came in droves to the carnival; the summer moon high upon the night sky. They filled his brightly colored circus tent; flashing strings of lights summoning them like a beacon.
As the lights dimmed, a single spot light hit the stage, illuminating two life sized marionettes on strings.
The Puppet Master, a handsome young man with an impossibly beautiful face, was impeccably dressed. He sat upon a large velvet covered chair situated to the left of the stage. Rising, he sauntered to the center and addressed the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen; you are about to witness a story of life, lust, love, sin and death. If you are easily offended by the perversions of man I suggest you leave now. I assure you that you will be fully refunded.”
A few of the townsfolk hastily left; the Puppet Master waiting until the remaining crowd settled into their seats. The handsome young man closed the tent flaps and returned to the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I need a volunteer.”
He outstretched his arm to a young girl in the audience. She took his hand and he brought her up on the stage.
“Touch them,” he entreated her. “Look at them closely.”
The young girl ran her fingers through the silken threads tied to the limbs of the wooden puppets. Looking up to the ceiling she traced the strings which were connected to pulleys and levers. There were no puppeteers to pull the strings; the marionettes were operated mechanically.
She examined every inch of the marionettes; their faces painted brightly; one was tall and slender, the other more sturdy; she laughed to herself as she gently patted its round posterior. The skinny puppet had long eyelashes, a single tear drop drawn beneath a set of intoxicating, almond eyes. The other puppet sported a happy smile and chubby cheeks. Satisfied that the marionettes were in fact just that, the girl nodded to the Puppet Master and returned to her seat.
“Now my friends behold and witness the weird and the wonderful.”
The Puppet Master winked at the crowd; waving his hand, the silken strings disappeared before their very eyes. He opened his hand revealing a tiny bit of golden dust. He approached the marionettes and blew the powder on the one with the long lashes. Stepping away from the puppet he spoke once more to the crowd.
“Silence, I pray you. Listen. Can you hear something?”
The crowd grew silent; they strained their ears and waited.
A dull thud echoed off the tent walls; a red glow appearing on the chest of the puppet. It pulsated in time with the thud which grew louder and increased in speed and intensity.
“It’s a heart beat,” someone in the crowd shouted out as the sound became deafening; the beats forceful and out of control.
The crowd jumped in unison as the fragile looking puppet shook and convulsed; it gasped for air; slender fingers clutching it’s chest; the bright red glow flickering in time with his racing pulse.
Crawling on its hands and knees the puppet struggled to breathe; the pain in his chest so intense it cried out in agony.
“Help him,” another voice called out among the throng.
The puppet turned its head; the audience not daring to stare back at its dark, exotic eyes.
With mouth agape, sweat dripping from every pore, the fragile, dark haired marionette stood up, body shaking, and hand still pressed upon his beating heart.
The red glow and irregular heart beat slowly faded away as the marionette stood tall and calmed his breathing. His head turned in the direction of the Puppet Master and acknowledged his presence.
“I need another volunteer,” he exclaimed, a different young woman jumping to the stage, not waiting to be invited.
Slowly, she reached out and touched the slender puppet.
The woman flinched as she felt the warm flesh beneath her fingers.
“He’s real.”
She returned to her seat, the crowd whispering among themselves.
The Puppet Master clapped his hands.
“Well done Yoochun, well done.”
The crowd applauded as well, the slender puppet, still unsteady, managed a deep bow.
The Puppet Master addressed the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen I ask you, do you have the fortitude to withstand the remainder of the performance?”
The marionette stood still as the Puppet Master encircled him; fingers running through his dark hair. Strong arms held him, caressed him; the crowd growing restless as the Puppet Master fondled his creation. The marionette began to moan in pleasure; the audience shifting uneasily in their seats. A few people left in a huff, realizing that this show was more than what they bargained for.
“Touch yourself,” The Puppet Master whispered in Yoochun’s ear.
He stepped away and watched with hungry eyes as the slender marionette undressed himself.
“Good Lord,” someone spoke out loud as the puppet named Yoochun stood naked before them.
“Tell them Yoochun. Tell them what you want to do.”
The exotic puppet licked his lips and spoke for the first time. In a deep and husky voice, he proclaimed his intentions.
“I really want to touch myself.”
The marionette stretched back his head exposing a swan like neck. Long slender digits traced a line from his jaw to his collar bones; forefinger and thumb gently squeezed a nipple and then another. His hand move further south; fingers tracing ribs and belly, shorthairs twirled for a moment until the final destination was reached.
Various noises escaped the lips of the crowd as Yoochun stroked his length; the Puppet Master returning to his seat; a look of shock on their faces as he mimicked the actions of the puppet. Both men stroked their lengths together; the puppet barely able to stand, his body quivering like jelly.
As the marionette grew hard, the Puppet Master ceased his actions. Looking out at the audience he smiled; they were mesmerized.
“Ladies and gentlemen, there is something missing. What could it be? Oh, now I remember.”
The haughty Puppet Master flicked his wrist and a familiar sound echoed once more off the tent walls. It was another heartbeat.
Yoochun ceased pleasuring himself as the heartbeat increased. It was steadier than his own, the rhythm regular and strong. He turned in the direction of the sound and staggered backwards.
“Junsu.”
Yoochun wept with joy.
“Go to him,” the Puppet Master entreated.
The fragile puppet cautiously approached the sleeping marionette. Falling to his knees he reached out and touched his sleeping counter part.
The puppet flinched.
“Wake him Yoochun.”
The dark haired puppet turned to his master.
“How?”
The Puppet Master laughed.
“With a kiss, silly.”
The crowd leaned forward as Yoochun scooped the sleeping puppet in his arms and placed a gentle peck upon his mouth. Not content with giving the beauty beneath him a chaste kiss, Yoochun’s mouth suckled hard causing the smaller puppet to stir; his body now aware of something warm and sweet upon his lips. He instinctively reacted to the kiss, his mouth opening and welcoming the invasion of a skillful tongue. Moans were heard, both from the mouths of the puppets and a handful of the crowd.
The Puppet Master was pleased.
Within moments the other puppet laid bare upon the stage floor; Yoochun teasing him with his lips and tongue; fingers exploring every inch of Junsu’s body.
“Oh my God,” a woman shouted out from the back of the tent as Junsu’s length was engulfed by Yoochun’s cherry red lips.
A few more people left, the Puppet Master springing to his feet, pointing an accusatory finger at those who exited the show.
“Where are you going? Stay and witness love in its purest form. Are you offended because they are men? Love in any form is rare indeed.”
Junsu voluntarily spread his legs for his lover; Yoochun entering him with ease.
Someone in the audience fainted; a kind stranger coming to their assistance. Some of the audience members looked away; too afraid to move lest they be ridiculed by the Puppet Master. Others found themselves intrigued and strangely turned on; hands fondling their own private parts as the show continued.
The Puppet Master returned to his opulent chair, hand stroking his length in time with Yoochun’s thrusts. The three reveled in the pleasure they were giving and receiving; the Puppet Master sitting like a king upon his throne while his creations fucked each other with wild abandon.
The sounds of pleasure and ecstasy reverberated off the tent walls; Junsu coming first; crying out Yoochun’s name in a surprisingly high voice. Yoochun bucked forward; heart pumping hard and erratically as he emptied deep within his beloved Junsu. The Puppet Master followed suit; his completion coming hard and fast; body writhing within the confines of his velvet chair.
Groans, heavy breathing and other unintelligible noises filled the air; audience members joining the unholy trio in their macabre dance of lust and debauchery.
The crowd grew silent, but it was short lived as a scream of pain escaped Yoochun’s lips.
Curious to see what had transpired, the crowd stood up.
Junsu cradled Yoochun in his arms, the fragile puppet struggling to breathe.
“Help him,” Junsu entreated his creator.
The Puppet Master pressed his ear to Yoochun’s heart.
“The magic is fading. His life is nearing its end. Say goodbye Junsu.”
Cries came from the audience.
“No. Save him. Don’t let him die.”
The Puppet Master addressed the crowd.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, you have witnessed birth, lust, love and sin. Now you must witness death.”
Yoochun’s body shuddered. He coughed violently and called out for his beloved.
“Junsu.”
“I’m here, Yoochun.”
“Hold me.”
Junsu held back his tears as he tightened his grip upon his fragile lover.
“I love you, Junsu. Let me breathe my last breath into your mouth.”
The two kissed sweetly; Yoochun’s eyes fluttering closed; his head slumping upon Junsu’s shoulder as his fragile heart ceased to beat.
Junsu’s tears fell freely. The Puppet Master looked out into the audience. Many stood dumbfounded; others hugged each other and openly wept.
“Say goodbye Junsu.”
The people stood in sorrow as the red light appeared on Junsu’s bare chest, his strong, steady heart beat fading away as he pulled Yoochun’s limp body into his own.
“I love you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to Yoochun’s cheek.
The crowd stood in silence as the red light disappeared taking with it the last deep thud of Junsu’s broken heart.
A man walked to the stage, the audience looking to see what he was going to do. As he approached the two puppets, the strings magically reappeared, once more attached to their arms and legs. The man dared to lift a limb and examine it.
The two humans were gone; their flesh once more turned to painted wood.
The audience exited in silence, not sure if it was proper to applaud. They had witnessed a show like no other. Some felt guilt, others sorrow. Some were embarrassed at the thought of being turned on. Either way, they left the tent feeling physically and spiritually drained.
“Remember good people,” the Puppet Master spoke, if you show this much emotion for two inanimate objects, then you should learn to have more compassion for your fellow man.”
The last straggler disappeared from site, the Puppet Master watching as he faded from view. Breathing deeply, he sat down on the edge of the stage and lit a cigarette. He stared at the lifeless puppets and sighed.
“Great show today Jaejoong,” a familiar voice called to him.
Yoochun sat down next to his friend and took a drag off of his cigarette.
Junsu came out from behind the stage and tossed a towel in Yoochun’s direction.
“A magician is only as good as his assistants.”
They smiled at each other and laughed.
Junsu and Yoochun looked at each other. Jaejoong could tell they had something to say.
“Spit it out guys.”
Yoochun cleared his throat.
“We’re tired of these little towns. Let’s bring the act to the big city.”
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow.
“Do you think we’ll be better received there?”
Junsu nodded his head.
A pensive look came upon Jaejoong’s face.
“You know guys, I think you are right. I’ve been thinking about a slight wardrobe change too.”
Yoochun and Junsu looked at each other and silently mouthed ‘wardrobe change?’ to each other.
With cigarette dangling from his mouth Jaejoong went backstage, his friends following him; the two men dying of curiosity. The magician fumbled with the lock of his steamer trunk and pulled something from it. Hiding it behind his back he smiled like a Cheshire Cat.
“What is it,” Junsu asked?
“Ta da!”
Jaws dropped as Jaejoong produced a very frilly, feminine dress.
Yoochun touched it; fingers lightly dancing over the silk and lace.
His cock twitched.
He turned to face Junsu, the younger man’s face flushed with anger.
“Oh Hell, no…….”
-FIN-