The Unholy Trio 4 - I dream of Genie
Title: The Unholy Trio Chapter 4: I dream of Genie
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: JYJ
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Length: 4 of ?
Genre: horror, angst, smut
Summary: Three unnatural creatures find solace in each other’s company
A/N: smut, yay! I’m sorry if this sucks. The Chun sex tape scandal came out when I was writing this so I was greatly distracted.
Strong arms lifted him off the floor and into his bed. The vampire Yoochun struggled to open his eyes. Weak from his ordeal in the sun, his fevered brain could not handle what he just witnessed.
A Genie.
He half disbelieved the gypsy when she told him to seek a creature of fire and smoke. Perhaps his solitude and his paranoia caused him to seek her out and believe her fortune. Was this genie a figment of his imagination, or was he real? Soft fingers gently undressed him and he panicked. He struggled with the creature, but he was too weak.
Words sweet and hypnotic were whispered in his ear and he relaxed; relaxed as his clothes were removed and tossed on the floor.
Naked and vulnerable, the vampire, known for his ghostly pallor, blushed.
He shivered, as if from cold, or was it something else? Fear, perhaps? Whatever he was feeling, the sensation was new to him and he didn’t like it. He heard water splash but could barely focus to see what was going on. He cried out when a cool compress touched his heated skin; he groaned in pain; his flesh sore from the exposure to the sun. These ministrations continued; it seemed like sheer torture to the vampire; pain and pleasure merging as one as the initial touch of the damp cloth made him cry out, yet the coolness of the water seemed to bring him back to life.
The covers were lightly drawn over him and he was relieved. Closing his eyes, he attempted to sleep, but the moment he closed his eyes, he felt something rub against him and he flinched. Those same strong arms held him, pulled him close; a well muscled chest pressed tightly against his own. Legs entangled in his limbs and encircled him; he gasped as he realized the genie had turned corporeal.
“You’re naked,” the vampire whispered in the dark as the Genie’s sex brushed up against his thigh.
A low chortle escaped the Genie’s throat.
“I don’t think you should be here. Maybe you should go back inside your bottle.”
The Genie undid Yoochun’s top knot and ran his fingers through his raven hair. He brought a few strands to his nostrils and inhaled deeply.
“Like silk,” the Genie moaned as his rigid length twitched against the vampires trembling body.
Yoochun growled; his eyes turning blood red and his fangs extended to their full length.
“You are so fierce,” the genie mocked him; his fingers daring to touch the vampire’s fangs.
Yoochun bit down hard, drawing blood. The Genie winced in pain, yet he smiled, further mocking the undead creature.
“You’ll find my blood too much to handle. I am a magical creature, after all.”
Yoochun wrapped his tongue around the Genie’s finger and sucked; the magical being moaning; hips thrust forward; cock fully engorged and rubbing against the vampire’s skin.
The Genie’s blood was nothing like he had ever tasted; sweet and intoxicating, like an exotic drug. It made him woozy.
Lips soft and pliable captured his mouth and his heart lurched in his chest. The vampire pushed the Genie away; once again threatening him with his deadly fangs.
“You are a novice, I see,” the Genie observed. “You have never bedded with another male before.”
The vampire took a deep breath and regained his composure.
“Now I see why you were locked up in that bottle.”
The Genie laughed; covering his mouth as he did so.
“I never said I was a good Genie, did I?”
The vampire frowned. This Genie was annoying.
“Get out of my bed,” he ordered the magical creature. “I need my rest.”
The Genie wrapped his arms around his chest and refused to move.
“You are not my Master,” he told the vampire. I will not do your bidding. Besides, you have tasted my blood. It has a powerful effect. You are under my spell now.”
The vampire lunged at the Genie in anger, fangs drawn; he dug them into the magical creature’s neck and feasted. The Genie closed his eyes and waited for the Nosferatu to drink his fill.
Yoochun gorged himself on the magic blood of the Djin; its intoxicating flavor and aroma taking hold of him within moments. He collapsed himself on top of the Genie’s chest and felt the power coursing through his veins. The vampire began to feel his body heat up from the core. He shuddered and then bellowed as a wave of pleasure overtook him.
“You see,” the Genie explained, “now you are my willing slave and I am the Master.”
Grasping the vampire by the hips; the Genie thrust upward and hard. Yoochun gasped; his body arching back as he felt the sting of the intrusion; the Genie’s ample girth spearing him hard and fast.
“Fuck,” the vampire screamed; his hands grasping the sheets; fangs still drawn and dripping with the blood of the Djin.
“Magnificent,” the Genie exclaimed as the pale, slender Nosferatu impaled himself; riding the Genie with reckless abandon.
The magic drove the vampire mad; his lithe body convulsing in ecstasy; the Genie sitting up; grabbing the hapless Nosferatu; his tongue plunging into the vampire’s mouth making him whimper.
“Come for me,” the Genie commanded; the vampire growling in defiance; eyes narrowed; fangs gleaming in the dark.
The Djin’s fingers danced across the head of Yoochun’s arousal; rubbing the viscous fluid that formed at the tip.
“Such a willing pupil you are; a wild beast that I have tamed.”
Tears flowed from the vampire’s eyes as the Djin suckled upon an erect nipple while fondling the other.
“I have shown you my power, little Nosferatu. Show me yours.”
The fierce Nosferatu dug his nails into the thighs of the Genie and wailed; cum spurting forth from his sex; body tensed; muscles straining. The wiry animal bucked; mouth agape; fangs dripping saliva; blood-red eyes wide open and full of fury.
“Beautiful,” the Genie grunted as he spilled; the vampire still straddling him; panting and gasping for air.
The vampire’s eyes glazed over; his head lolled to one side and he fell over; the Genie capturing him in his arms.
“Fucking fairy,” the vampire moaned, his speech slurred. “I should have never bought that piece of shit lamp.”
Yoochun collapsed on top of the Genie; his mouth still spewing out insults.
“Go back to your lamp, you fucking fairy. Leave me alone.”
The Genie frowned.
“I am not a fairy. Fairies have wings and they fling dust at people. They are totally ineffective. My name is Jaejoong, by the way.”
The vampire grunted.
“Fuck you, Jaejoong.” He answered falling into unconscious and snoring deeply.
The genie smiled.
“I’m afraid, you just did.”