The Hunt
Title: The Hunt
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: one shot
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, fantasy, boys love
Summary: During a sacred ritual, younglings go in search of females in the forest.
They all gathered around the torches; a ceremonial circle of fire. Now was the mating season when the elders sent the younglings into the green wood to find their mates. The younglings stood with spears in hand; their bodies naked; decorated with paint made from berries and other plants.
Their identities were cloaked from each other by masks made of bark. Intricately carved; some bore the resemblance of tusky boar; others were brightly colored with plumes and beaks to look like birds of prey.
The younglings stood nervously; some shuffling their feet; others fidgeting with their spears. The night air was cold; hot breath trailing out from beneath their masks. They shivered and stomped their feet; waiting in anticipation for their ordeal to begin.
The High Priest raised his hands to the heavens and began the invocation. The younglings listened intently to the blessings; to be sent out on the hunt was a sacred thing. Not every male from the village was allowed to do so. These were the strongest of the younglings; hunters, warriors. Tonight they would prove themselves. Tonight they would become men.
The younglings kneeled before the High Priest; drops of sacrificial lambs blood sprayed upon their chests. With a clap of his hands they rose; the Great Horn was blown and the forest echoed with the sound. The younglings howled in unison with the horn; their voices scattering birds from the treetops. No female was safe tonight.
They ran off together at break neck speed until they came to the border of their territory. There they nodded to each other and went their separate ways; thrashing the underbrush with their spears to frighten any animals that might cross their path. Tonight deer and rabbit would be safe; the prey these hunters sought were of a different ilk.
The females knew they were coming; it was all part of the hunt. They too, wore masks and ran out into the wood. But the females didn’t seek them. They hid from the younglings and tried not to be caught. It was a ritual that both male and female had been a part of since the dawn of time.
A broken twig alerted a young hunter; he froze and listened; tilting his head, he waited. Another sound; rustling in the bushes; he cautiously moved forward, spear in hand. The forest was dark and dangerous. Many a hunter had been injured in the past by startled wild beasts. He stood his ground as the sound drew nearer. He placed the butt of the spear to his foot and leaned forward. He was prepared for anything that might charge out at him. Well, almost anything.
“Fuck,” a high pitched voice broke the silence of the night. The hunter stood down. Relaxing his shoulders he smiled beneath his mask
Out of a small copse of trees, another youngling appeared, nursing a twisted ankle. He tried his best to shake it off, but his distress was quite apparent. He limped a few more steps and sat down upon a tree stump. Rubbing his injured limb, he was unaware of a pair of watchful eyes that peeked out from beneath a boars head mask. Behind his disguise, the silent hunter licked his lips.
The injured youth was well known to him; close to him in age, the younger man was sturdy and well muscled, his backside unusually plump, like that of a woman’s.
His name was Junsu, and the silent hunter knew his body almost as well as he knew his own.
“Since when are you clumsy,” he called out to his friend; the injured lad grabbing his spear and jumping to his feet.
Junsu winced in pain and fell to the ground; his friend rushing to his side.
The silent hunter lifted his friend and cradled him.
“Yoochun, help me to the stump.”
“How did you know it was me?”
Junsu smiled despite his pain. Once more on the stump he rubbed his sore ankle.
“I knew it was you right away. Your cock is so small,” he teased his companion.
Yoochun lifted his mask to reveal his face.
“That’s not funny, Su-ah.”
The two friends laughed, not caring if they were heard.
Junsu took off his mask and placed it on the ground.
“I don’t know why they gave me the bird mask. It should have gone to you. You’re more of a peacock than I am.”
Yoochun sat down beside Junsu and removed his disguise. Holding the boar’s head mask in his hand he thought of a witty comeback.
“It’s because I’m horny.”
Junsu frowned.
“Well they got that right.”
Junsu sighed deeply. His ankle was starting to swell. The night had just begun and now he had to withdraw due to his injury. He had failed in his quest and would be shamed in front of the rest of the younglings and the elders.
“What am I going to do?” he asked his friend, tears forming in his eyes.
Yoochun held his friend tightly and gave him comfort; a slender finger gently rubbing Junsu’s swollen leg.
“What happened?”
Junsu sniffled and recalled his tale; how he stumbled across a wild boar which ran at him and he fell; the beast escaping deep into the forest.
“Did you wound it?”
Junsu picked up the spear; the tip covered in bright, red blood.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Let’s find the boar, kill it and bring it home.”
“But what about you?" You still need to find a female and mate.”
Yoochun grinned.
“I have a confession to make. I don’t really like females.”
Yoochun leaned into his friend and placed a gentle peck upon Junsu’s lips; the younger man trembling in fear.
“Chunnie,” he whispered, his breath trailing out into the night air.
Yoochun pressed his advantage; he kissed his friend hard and pressed his body onto the forest floor taking care not to touch Junsu’s wounded ankle.
“What are you doing?” a frightened Junsu inquired of his friend; Yoochun’s behavior odd and unexpected.
“I love you,” the older man replied.
Yoochun inhaled Junsu’s scent and growled; his fingers, lips and tongue exploring every inch of Junsu’s body; the younger many quivering as his skin prickled with heat.
“It’s forbidden,” Junsu scolded his friend; his voice cracking as Yoochun nipped at his flesh.
“Only if we’re caught.”
Junsu arched his back as Yoochun’s hands reached out and touched his sex.
“By all the Gods Yoochun we’ll be banished.”
Yoochun paused and looked deeply into his friend’s eyes.
“Then we’ll run far away and be together forever.”
Junsu bit his lower lip. Tears streaked down his cheeks. Yoochun’s thumb wiped them away.
“What about the hunt, the females, our duty to our people? What about our family? Can you throw every thing away so easily?”
The corner of Yoochun’s mouth turned up in a smirk.
“I would do anything for you, Su-ah. I would lie, cheat, steal. I would kill.”
Junsu began to sob.
“Do you love me, Su-ah?”
Junsu nodded vigorously.
“I’ve always loved you. I was just afraid to tell you.”
Yoochun understood, but his people would not. Love between males was taboo and offenders were greatly punished.
“Me too,” he breathed, his fingers gently stroking Junsu’s sensitive flesh; his friends length now twitching and growing hard within his grasp. Sweat dripped down his back and his heart pounded in his chest. His own length grew rigid as he yearned to be inside his friends beautiful body.
“Do you know what to do, Chunnie?”
Yoochun licked his lips. Even though sex with males was forbidden, he had heard about it. It was even written in the sacred books. Yoochun’s grandsire was a keeper of the law and one evening, when the old man slept, Yoochun had sneaked a peek at the passage which described the act. The book also noted the punishment for such behavior.
Castration.
Yoochun’s gorge rose at the thought of it. It would be a risk he was willing to take.
“I know what to do,” he assured his friend. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
Junsu reluctantly spread his legs; Yoochun spitting onto his fingers; slender digits rubbing his friend’s entrance. Junsu tried not to panic; his pulse raced; thighs straining to stay open; his body intruded upon for the first time. He mewled like a kitten as another finger entered him and began to stretch him; prepare him; as if anything could prepare him for what was to come.
Junsu began to have reservations as he felt the head of Yoochun’s sex rub against him; his body tensed; hands reaching out across the forest floor; hands grasping blades of grass. A silent scream escaped his lips; he bit down hard, drawing blood as Yoochun pushed inside him. Both men trembled; Junsu in pain, Yoochun in ecstasy. He had done it; he was making love to his best friend.
Tears streamed down Yoochun’s face; Junsu’s fingers reaching up to caress the older man’s cheek.
“It’s ok,” he assured his friend, turned lover; Yoochun taking a deep breath and began to rock his body forward.
Junsu’s hips moved upward to aid his friend; Yoochun’s thrusts coming in slow and even strokes. Neither one expected that they would last very long. They were both excited and frightened; the thought of being discovered not helping them to relax one bit. Junsu sat up and they managed to embrace themselves. They kissed; salty tears mingled with sweat as Yoochun found his rhythm inside of Junsu’s body.
“Do you like it?” Yoochun asked between kisses.
Junsu moaned into his lover’s neck.
“My cock is not so small after all, is it Su-ah?”
The younger man shuddered; his sex rubbing up against the warmth of Yoochun’s belly. His body tensed and he came; Yoochun grinning in satisfaction; the boar had seduced the peacock.
Yoochun felt a white, hot light behind his eyes as Junsu’s body tightened around his wide girth. He bucked forward and spilled; his lean body jerking as his release came upon him.
They lay gasping for moments; dark eyes staring into each other. The deed was done; there was no turning back.
The chilled air of the night cooled their heated skin. They stared up past the tree tops, gazing in wonder at a sky pocked with stars. They sighed deeply; Junsu putting on his mask and hobbling to his feet. Yoochun did the same and with spears in hand they melted in to the green wood.
“Let’s go home,” Yoochun told his lover.
Junsu paused for a moment.
“What about the girls? Shouldn’t we look for girls?”
Yoochun pondered his friend’s thoughts.
“You are hurt and somewhere out there is a boar we must kill and bring back. When the full moon rises again there will be another hunt. We will do our duty then.”
Junsu raised an eyebrow.
“And this?” he asked while rubbing the semen from his body.
Yoochun thought long and hard.
“There’s a stream not far from here if I’m not mistaken. We’ll clean ourselves up. But first, let’s find that boar. I’ve got a hankering for roast pork.”
They laughed as they walked arm and arm through the forest, the boar and the peacock united as one.
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: one shot
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, fantasy, boys love
Summary: During a sacred ritual, younglings go in search of females in the forest.
They all gathered around the torches; a ceremonial circle of fire. Now was the mating season when the elders sent the younglings into the green wood to find their mates. The younglings stood with spears in hand; their bodies naked; decorated with paint made from berries and other plants.
Their identities were cloaked from each other by masks made of bark. Intricately carved; some bore the resemblance of tusky boar; others were brightly colored with plumes and beaks to look like birds of prey.
The younglings stood nervously; some shuffling their feet; others fidgeting with their spears. The night air was cold; hot breath trailing out from beneath their masks. They shivered and stomped their feet; waiting in anticipation for their ordeal to begin.
The High Priest raised his hands to the heavens and began the invocation. The younglings listened intently to the blessings; to be sent out on the hunt was a sacred thing. Not every male from the village was allowed to do so. These were the strongest of the younglings; hunters, warriors. Tonight they would prove themselves. Tonight they would become men.
The younglings kneeled before the High Priest; drops of sacrificial lambs blood sprayed upon their chests. With a clap of his hands they rose; the Great Horn was blown and the forest echoed with the sound. The younglings howled in unison with the horn; their voices scattering birds from the treetops. No female was safe tonight.
They ran off together at break neck speed until they came to the border of their territory. There they nodded to each other and went their separate ways; thrashing the underbrush with their spears to frighten any animals that might cross their path. Tonight deer and rabbit would be safe; the prey these hunters sought were of a different ilk.
The females knew they were coming; it was all part of the hunt. They too, wore masks and ran out into the wood. But the females didn’t seek them. They hid from the younglings and tried not to be caught. It was a ritual that both male and female had been a part of since the dawn of time.
A broken twig alerted a young hunter; he froze and listened; tilting his head, he waited. Another sound; rustling in the bushes; he cautiously moved forward, spear in hand. The forest was dark and dangerous. Many a hunter had been injured in the past by startled wild beasts. He stood his ground as the sound drew nearer. He placed the butt of the spear to his foot and leaned forward. He was prepared for anything that might charge out at him. Well, almost anything.
“Fuck,” a high pitched voice broke the silence of the night. The hunter stood down. Relaxing his shoulders he smiled beneath his mask
Out of a small copse of trees, another youngling appeared, nursing a twisted ankle. He tried his best to shake it off, but his distress was quite apparent. He limped a few more steps and sat down upon a tree stump. Rubbing his injured limb, he was unaware of a pair of watchful eyes that peeked out from beneath a boars head mask. Behind his disguise, the silent hunter licked his lips.
The injured youth was well known to him; close to him in age, the younger man was sturdy and well muscled, his backside unusually plump, like that of a woman’s.
His name was Junsu, and the silent hunter knew his body almost as well as he knew his own.
“Since when are you clumsy,” he called out to his friend; the injured lad grabbing his spear and jumping to his feet.
Junsu winced in pain and fell to the ground; his friend rushing to his side.
The silent hunter lifted his friend and cradled him.
“Yoochun, help me to the stump.”
“How did you know it was me?”
Junsu smiled despite his pain. Once more on the stump he rubbed his sore ankle.
“I knew it was you right away. Your cock is so small,” he teased his companion.
Yoochun lifted his mask to reveal his face.
“That’s not funny, Su-ah.”
The two friends laughed, not caring if they were heard.
Junsu took off his mask and placed it on the ground.
“I don’t know why they gave me the bird mask. It should have gone to you. You’re more of a peacock than I am.”
Yoochun sat down beside Junsu and removed his disguise. Holding the boar’s head mask in his hand he thought of a witty comeback.
“It’s because I’m horny.”
Junsu frowned.
“Well they got that right.”
Junsu sighed deeply. His ankle was starting to swell. The night had just begun and now he had to withdraw due to his injury. He had failed in his quest and would be shamed in front of the rest of the younglings and the elders.
“What am I going to do?” he asked his friend, tears forming in his eyes.
Yoochun held his friend tightly and gave him comfort; a slender finger gently rubbing Junsu’s swollen leg.
“What happened?”
Junsu sniffled and recalled his tale; how he stumbled across a wild boar which ran at him and he fell; the beast escaping deep into the forest.
“Did you wound it?”
Junsu picked up the spear; the tip covered in bright, red blood.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Let’s find the boar, kill it and bring it home.”
“But what about you?" You still need to find a female and mate.”
Yoochun grinned.
“I have a confession to make. I don’t really like females.”
Yoochun leaned into his friend and placed a gentle peck upon Junsu’s lips; the younger man trembling in fear.
“Chunnie,” he whispered, his breath trailing out into the night air.
Yoochun pressed his advantage; he kissed his friend hard and pressed his body onto the forest floor taking care not to touch Junsu’s wounded ankle.
“What are you doing?” a frightened Junsu inquired of his friend; Yoochun’s behavior odd and unexpected.
“I love you,” the older man replied.
Yoochun inhaled Junsu’s scent and growled; his fingers, lips and tongue exploring every inch of Junsu’s body; the younger many quivering as his skin prickled with heat.
“It’s forbidden,” Junsu scolded his friend; his voice cracking as Yoochun nipped at his flesh.
“Only if we’re caught.”
Junsu arched his back as Yoochun’s hands reached out and touched his sex.
“By all the Gods Yoochun we’ll be banished.”
Yoochun paused and looked deeply into his friend’s eyes.
“Then we’ll run far away and be together forever.”
Junsu bit his lower lip. Tears streaked down his cheeks. Yoochun’s thumb wiped them away.
“What about the hunt, the females, our duty to our people? What about our family? Can you throw every thing away so easily?”
The corner of Yoochun’s mouth turned up in a smirk.
“I would do anything for you, Su-ah. I would lie, cheat, steal. I would kill.”
Junsu began to sob.
“Do you love me, Su-ah?”
Junsu nodded vigorously.
“I’ve always loved you. I was just afraid to tell you.”
Yoochun understood, but his people would not. Love between males was taboo and offenders were greatly punished.
“Me too,” he breathed, his fingers gently stroking Junsu’s sensitive flesh; his friends length now twitching and growing hard within his grasp. Sweat dripped down his back and his heart pounded in his chest. His own length grew rigid as he yearned to be inside his friends beautiful body.
“Do you know what to do, Chunnie?”
Yoochun licked his lips. Even though sex with males was forbidden, he had heard about it. It was even written in the sacred books. Yoochun’s grandsire was a keeper of the law and one evening, when the old man slept, Yoochun had sneaked a peek at the passage which described the act. The book also noted the punishment for such behavior.
Castration.
Yoochun’s gorge rose at the thought of it. It would be a risk he was willing to take.
“I know what to do,” he assured his friend. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
Junsu reluctantly spread his legs; Yoochun spitting onto his fingers; slender digits rubbing his friend’s entrance. Junsu tried not to panic; his pulse raced; thighs straining to stay open; his body intruded upon for the first time. He mewled like a kitten as another finger entered him and began to stretch him; prepare him; as if anything could prepare him for what was to come.
Junsu began to have reservations as he felt the head of Yoochun’s sex rub against him; his body tensed; hands reaching out across the forest floor; hands grasping blades of grass. A silent scream escaped his lips; he bit down hard, drawing blood as Yoochun pushed inside him. Both men trembled; Junsu in pain, Yoochun in ecstasy. He had done it; he was making love to his best friend.
Tears streamed down Yoochun’s face; Junsu’s fingers reaching up to caress the older man’s cheek.
“It’s ok,” he assured his friend, turned lover; Yoochun taking a deep breath and began to rock his body forward.
Junsu’s hips moved upward to aid his friend; Yoochun’s thrusts coming in slow and even strokes. Neither one expected that they would last very long. They were both excited and frightened; the thought of being discovered not helping them to relax one bit. Junsu sat up and they managed to embrace themselves. They kissed; salty tears mingled with sweat as Yoochun found his rhythm inside of Junsu’s body.
“Do you like it?” Yoochun asked between kisses.
Junsu moaned into his lover’s neck.
“My cock is not so small after all, is it Su-ah?”
The younger man shuddered; his sex rubbing up against the warmth of Yoochun’s belly. His body tensed and he came; Yoochun grinning in satisfaction; the boar had seduced the peacock.
Yoochun felt a white, hot light behind his eyes as Junsu’s body tightened around his wide girth. He bucked forward and spilled; his lean body jerking as his release came upon him.
They lay gasping for moments; dark eyes staring into each other. The deed was done; there was no turning back.
The chilled air of the night cooled their heated skin. They stared up past the tree tops, gazing in wonder at a sky pocked with stars. They sighed deeply; Junsu putting on his mask and hobbling to his feet. Yoochun did the same and with spears in hand they melted in to the green wood.
“Let’s go home,” Yoochun told his lover.
Junsu paused for a moment.
“What about the girls? Shouldn’t we look for girls?”
Yoochun pondered his friend’s thoughts.
“You are hurt and somewhere out there is a boar we must kill and bring back. When the full moon rises again there will be another hunt. We will do our duty then.”
Junsu raised an eyebrow.
“And this?” he asked while rubbing the semen from his body.
Yoochun thought long and hard.
“There’s a stream not far from here if I’m not mistaken. We’ll clean ourselves up. But first, let’s find that boar. I’ve got a hankering for roast pork.”
They laughed as they walked arm and arm through the forest, the boar and the peacock united as one.