Fic : A Diamond in the Rough
Title: A Diamond in the Rough
Pairing: Heechul/Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: AU, implied sex activites, harems
Words: 1,549
Summary: Being Prince to a desert kingdom is tedious work, unless you have an 'attendant' to amuse you ^_~
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 060 : Humid ( my archive)
Betaed once again by the awesome Vix!!! now
momijinosekai LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE
I got the idea for this from a dream I had yesterday adafter telling Vix felt it would make fic material and this is hence dedicated to her XDD
and yes the title is TOTALLY gakked from Aladdin cuz i LOVE that film XDDD
It was hot; well, it was always hot, just one delightful drawback to living in a kingdom mostly populated by desert. Worse, it was a humid heat which was just too unsightly to be allowed. Heechul hated the way it made his hair limp with heavy aired weight and frizzy with unruliness all at the same time, how it made him sweat, moisture rising to the surface of his skin, plastering his loose airy clothes to his form in places, completely ruining the beautiful silhouette of the garment.
He was a prince for god's sake, meant to be worshipped and admired as he was groomed to take his rightful position of ruler, he lived in a palace with a whole wing at his disposal and still he was inflicted with this blasted heat.
Heechul huffed in displeasure, even the shady stone walls of his chambers weren't cool enough for his liking and those fan-boys his mother employed to waft him with cool air were just annoying. He was sure they breathed loudly and especially obnoxiously on purpose, so he would detest them and send them away; no-one normal breathed that loudly, that didn't have something obstructive stuck up their nose anyway! Something like a cork, a lovely silencing cork that would gladly be rammed up the obnoxious passageway in a vain attempt to quiet the offensive whistling.
Not only that, but the greasy oafs seemed to exude hellish amounts of body heat! Did his parents hire actual demons from the underworld to fan their beloved son, surely this was a preposterous notion when set against the excessive security they also employed to protect him from assassination attempts, invading overzealous citizens/subjects desperate to bring him gifts or, and he shuddered at the very thought, even touch him, and generally just the world at large.
He was positive that the horrible masses of muscle and no brain were trying on purpose to irritate him by exuding such temperatures, that they would revel in the body heat they were letting off to counteract all the good work of the fanning and it was unsettling to say the least having these constant presences looming over him. It was a simple problem; therefore, since there was little to no benefit having these men around him right now, thus they were banished to leave him alone in his room.
Heechul couldn't remember the last time he'd been allowed out of the confines of the palace; he wasn't all that curious really, a world of dirt and disease and inelegance hardly befitting of his noble status, yet the compound walls were beginning to become suffocating, boredom etched in every block, damning him to waste away unseen, unappreciated and un-stimulated.
But there was one bright point in his day, a jewel of interest in a mind-numbing daily routine of endless etiquette, combat, politics and strategy lessons - or rather one person - his personal attendant, Eunhyuk.
Heechul had been merely a boy back when they had met, arrogant, selfish and immature; of course he was still all these things but now with a cunning gained from experience that was much more effective for getting his way without the recipient even knowing they'd been played.
Of course he never wanted for anything, a privileged child that got whatever material things he wanted, and 'spoilt' was too pale and ineffective a verb to do Heechul justice.
It had been another 'brilliant' idea of his parents that he be sent a 'companion' servant, worried that their little boy was lonely and needed someone his own age to, not befriend exactly, he was still the 'help' after all, they could hardly let him go associating with the riffraff, but keep him company more like.
He knew full well what they were up to, foisting sentiments on their poor, lonely son and he didn't like it, intending to drive this meek little pseudo-friend out of his life with unreasonable demands, unwarranted punishments and general nastiness, but it hadn't worked.
It had baffled him how the boy just took it, it was his job yes, but he didn't even seem to resent his place, not a sign of a repressed retort or complaint like most of the staff so often displayed around him. Moreover this boy would talk to him, talk to him as someone his own age rather than the figurehead of the future of the economy and despite himself, Heechul liked it.
Thus the boy stayed, Heechul loftily declaring him a good attendant for his needs, to ensure that he stayed by his side in their employ, renaming him Eunhyuk, more for the fact it implied ownership in his mind than that he disliked his previous name.
It was almost like he was a different person around this boy, still full of demands and selfish as anything, but actually beginning to joke and play act, delighting in the gummy smile sent his way when he did. Heechul very much liked having such a willing audience, despite not knowing much about him. Eunhyuk never talked about himself really, which suited Heechul just fine because he didn't want to know, anything he experienced without Heechul was meaningless in his eyes.
They had grown up together, spending practically every moment that Heechul wasn't in lessons with each other, Eunhyuk conveniently disappearing to wherever he went while he did so.
He had been his first kiss, curious what it was like, with no-one else to try it out on, so Eunhyuk was the perfect target. The other boy had lunged back, when Heechul had touched his lip to his, blushing redder than a tomato and looking very cutely violated, and Heechul couldn't resist trying it again, longer this time, taking his time to experience the soft, moist feeling of 'kissing' as Eunhyuk relaxed and didn't pull away this time. Heechul decided he liked this feeling.
They continued to experiment together sometimes, inexperienced and fumbling, Heechul refusing to speak to Eunhyuk for a whole week, when during bathing one day he discovered Eunhyuk's dick to be bigger than his, the other boy blushing and frantically trying to cover himself for his 'mistake'.
Even when he was of age and the proud owner of his very own harem to worship him whenever he pleased, he hadn't given up the 'experiments' with Eunhyuk, addicted, almost, to the way he'd kiss him with more talent every time, a hand reaching to curl around his cock as the delicious lips tasted his desired skin.
It was a different kind of worship, one born from a connection rather than a duty, built on both success and failure over the years, looking forward to the time they could spend together uninterrupted by reminders of their statuses and responsibilities.
In his own twisted, internalised way, he loved him.
That's what he needed now, a welcome distraction from the humidity, in the form of mind-altering slow, addictive pleasure.
But it was not to be, some irritating commotion was erupting somewhere close; he could hear the guard's swords clinking as they ran frantically down the halls, shouts ringing down the stone passages. It sounded important, enough to pique Heechul's interest and worry to consider leaving his room to investigate.
Just as he headed for the door however, Eunhyuk appeared, looking worried, moving swiftly to Heechul to give him a kiss.
"Are you ok? It's crazy out there..."
But he was cut off in his concern, a bellow echoing down the hall, and through Heechul's mind.
"ASSASSIN! THE KING HAS BEEN ASSASSINATED!"
And the world that he'd known for so long fell away around him, shattered before his eyes, responsibility hitting him like a dead weight as the title passed to him. Yet all he could see was the small quickly hidden quirking of lips from his 'friend' as the tell tale minute scrape of metal reached his ears.
He knew in a split second it was Eunhyuk that had done it, killed his father, that he'd betrayed him, his own body trained relentlessly against attack flying into immediate action to unsheathe the large knife concealed beneath his flowing clothes, moving too fast, too desperately honed for just such emergencies that Eunhyuk didn't even have time to move before it was too late.
Another second and it was pressed against a quivering throat, warring emotions screaming through his mind, deafening him to anything but what was right in front of him.
The pleased smirk from before was wiped out as familiar eyes opened comically wide, gulping frantically against the cold metal point pushing against his neck, the realisation setting in that Heechul wasn't about to show mercy.
In Heechul's mind it was a hate filled hiss with which he spoke, detest colouring every syllable as he spat his words in the others fate, but in reality it was not so.
His voice cracked, disappointment and despair thickening his words, tears clouding his vision as he did what he had to do.
Through muscle and between bone he pushed, bathing him in the blood of his former friend as his knife sliced through and out the other side, an almost unbelievable sight as Eunhyuk's throat was fully impaled. A stomach-wrenching, gruesome choking sound gurgling up around his weapon, as the body crumbled before him.
"I trusted you."
Notes:
Yes, once again I do death fic, though more gruesome and less emo than normal :P and yes Eunhyuk getting stabbed in the neck was the part of my dream because my brain is evil and makes me dream about killing SuJu members and not feeling sorry about it :S
Also I'm sort of interested to write some prequelly type things to fill in the progression flashbacks, all the experimentation etc, if anyone would like to see it?
Pairing: Heechul/Eunhyuk
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: AU, implied sex activites, harems
Words: 1,549
Summary: Being Prince to a desert kingdom is tedious work, unless you have an 'attendant' to amuse you ^_~
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 060 : Humid ( my archive)
Betaed once again by the awesome Vix!!! now
momijinosekai LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE
I got the idea for this from a dream I had yesterday adafter telling Vix felt it would make fic material and this is hence dedicated to her XDD
and yes the title is TOTALLY gakked from Aladdin cuz i LOVE that film XDDD
It was hot; well, it was always hot, just one delightful drawback to living in a kingdom mostly populated by desert. Worse, it was a humid heat which was just too unsightly to be allowed. Heechul hated the way it made his hair limp with heavy aired weight and frizzy with unruliness all at the same time, how it made him sweat, moisture rising to the surface of his skin, plastering his loose airy clothes to his form in places, completely ruining the beautiful silhouette of the garment.
He was a prince for god's sake, meant to be worshipped and admired as he was groomed to take his rightful position of ruler, he lived in a palace with a whole wing at his disposal and still he was inflicted with this blasted heat.
Heechul huffed in displeasure, even the shady stone walls of his chambers weren't cool enough for his liking and those fan-boys his mother employed to waft him with cool air were just annoying. He was sure they breathed loudly and especially obnoxiously on purpose, so he would detest them and send them away; no-one normal breathed that loudly, that didn't have something obstructive stuck up their nose anyway! Something like a cork, a lovely silencing cork that would gladly be rammed up the obnoxious passageway in a vain attempt to quiet the offensive whistling.
Not only that, but the greasy oafs seemed to exude hellish amounts of body heat! Did his parents hire actual demons from the underworld to fan their beloved son, surely this was a preposterous notion when set against the excessive security they also employed to protect him from assassination attempts, invading overzealous citizens/subjects desperate to bring him gifts or, and he shuddered at the very thought, even touch him, and generally just the world at large.
He was positive that the horrible masses of muscle and no brain were trying on purpose to irritate him by exuding such temperatures, that they would revel in the body heat they were letting off to counteract all the good work of the fanning and it was unsettling to say the least having these constant presences looming over him. It was a simple problem; therefore, since there was little to no benefit having these men around him right now, thus they were banished to leave him alone in his room.
Heechul couldn't remember the last time he'd been allowed out of the confines of the palace; he wasn't all that curious really, a world of dirt and disease and inelegance hardly befitting of his noble status, yet the compound walls were beginning to become suffocating, boredom etched in every block, damning him to waste away unseen, unappreciated and un-stimulated.
But there was one bright point in his day, a jewel of interest in a mind-numbing daily routine of endless etiquette, combat, politics and strategy lessons - or rather one person - his personal attendant, Eunhyuk.
Heechul had been merely a boy back when they had met, arrogant, selfish and immature; of course he was still all these things but now with a cunning gained from experience that was much more effective for getting his way without the recipient even knowing they'd been played.
Of course he never wanted for anything, a privileged child that got whatever material things he wanted, and 'spoilt' was too pale and ineffective a verb to do Heechul justice.
It had been another 'brilliant' idea of his parents that he be sent a 'companion' servant, worried that their little boy was lonely and needed someone his own age to, not befriend exactly, he was still the 'help' after all, they could hardly let him go associating with the riffraff, but keep him company more like.
He knew full well what they were up to, foisting sentiments on their poor, lonely son and he didn't like it, intending to drive this meek little pseudo-friend out of his life with unreasonable demands, unwarranted punishments and general nastiness, but it hadn't worked.
It had baffled him how the boy just took it, it was his job yes, but he didn't even seem to resent his place, not a sign of a repressed retort or complaint like most of the staff so often displayed around him. Moreover this boy would talk to him, talk to him as someone his own age rather than the figurehead of the future of the economy and despite himself, Heechul liked it.
Thus the boy stayed, Heechul loftily declaring him a good attendant for his needs, to ensure that he stayed by his side in their employ, renaming him Eunhyuk, more for the fact it implied ownership in his mind than that he disliked his previous name.
It was almost like he was a different person around this boy, still full of demands and selfish as anything, but actually beginning to joke and play act, delighting in the gummy smile sent his way when he did. Heechul very much liked having such a willing audience, despite not knowing much about him. Eunhyuk never talked about himself really, which suited Heechul just fine because he didn't want to know, anything he experienced without Heechul was meaningless in his eyes.
They had grown up together, spending practically every moment that Heechul wasn't in lessons with each other, Eunhyuk conveniently disappearing to wherever he went while he did so.
He had been his first kiss, curious what it was like, with no-one else to try it out on, so Eunhyuk was the perfect target. The other boy had lunged back, when Heechul had touched his lip to his, blushing redder than a tomato and looking very cutely violated, and Heechul couldn't resist trying it again, longer this time, taking his time to experience the soft, moist feeling of 'kissing' as Eunhyuk relaxed and didn't pull away this time. Heechul decided he liked this feeling.
They continued to experiment together sometimes, inexperienced and fumbling, Heechul refusing to speak to Eunhyuk for a whole week, when during bathing one day he discovered Eunhyuk's dick to be bigger than his, the other boy blushing and frantically trying to cover himself for his 'mistake'.
Even when he was of age and the proud owner of his very own harem to worship him whenever he pleased, he hadn't given up the 'experiments' with Eunhyuk, addicted, almost, to the way he'd kiss him with more talent every time, a hand reaching to curl around his cock as the delicious lips tasted his desired skin.
It was a different kind of worship, one born from a connection rather than a duty, built on both success and failure over the years, looking forward to the time they could spend together uninterrupted by reminders of their statuses and responsibilities.
In his own twisted, internalised way, he loved him.
That's what he needed now, a welcome distraction from the humidity, in the form of mind-altering slow, addictive pleasure.
But it was not to be, some irritating commotion was erupting somewhere close; he could hear the guard's swords clinking as they ran frantically down the halls, shouts ringing down the stone passages. It sounded important, enough to pique Heechul's interest and worry to consider leaving his room to investigate.
Just as he headed for the door however, Eunhyuk appeared, looking worried, moving swiftly to Heechul to give him a kiss.
"Are you ok? It's crazy out there..."
But he was cut off in his concern, a bellow echoing down the hall, and through Heechul's mind.
"ASSASSIN! THE KING HAS BEEN ASSASSINATED!"
And the world that he'd known for so long fell away around him, shattered before his eyes, responsibility hitting him like a dead weight as the title passed to him. Yet all he could see was the small quickly hidden quirking of lips from his 'friend' as the tell tale minute scrape of metal reached his ears.
He knew in a split second it was Eunhyuk that had done it, killed his father, that he'd betrayed him, his own body trained relentlessly against attack flying into immediate action to unsheathe the large knife concealed beneath his flowing clothes, moving too fast, too desperately honed for just such emergencies that Eunhyuk didn't even have time to move before it was too late.
Another second and it was pressed against a quivering throat, warring emotions screaming through his mind, deafening him to anything but what was right in front of him.
The pleased smirk from before was wiped out as familiar eyes opened comically wide, gulping frantically against the cold metal point pushing against his neck, the realisation setting in that Heechul wasn't about to show mercy.
In Heechul's mind it was a hate filled hiss with which he spoke, detest colouring every syllable as he spat his words in the others fate, but in reality it was not so.
His voice cracked, disappointment and despair thickening his words, tears clouding his vision as he did what he had to do.
Through muscle and between bone he pushed, bathing him in the blood of his former friend as his knife sliced through and out the other side, an almost unbelievable sight as Eunhyuk's throat was fully impaled. A stomach-wrenching, gruesome choking sound gurgling up around his weapon, as the body crumbled before him.
"I trusted you."
Notes:
Yes, once again I do death fic, though more gruesome and less emo than normal :P and yes Eunhyuk getting stabbed in the neck was the part of my dream because my brain is evil and makes me dream about killing SuJu members and not feeling sorry about it :S
Also I'm sort of interested to write some prequelly type things to fill in the progression flashbacks, all the experimentation etc, if anyone would like to see it?