[REVISED] Tied Fates 8/?

[hydraheiress]

i. story by: hydraheiress
ii. pairing: yunjae, yoosu
iii. genre: romance, drama, fluff, humor, highschool, fantasy, supernatural
iv. length: chaptered|series
v. rating: nc-17
vi. summary: Kim Jaejoong is a normal high school student who's respected by his schoolmates, adored by his teachers, had excellent grades, stunningly good looks and awesome friends. Yoochun, his bestfriend in particular had an unhealthy knack of going psycho over his fans, admirers and the like. Jaejoong treasured his friends and is happy with how his life is turning out. But there was always that feeling in his heart that he couldn't shake off. The feeling that somehow he knew that there was something missing in his life. It was then at that one fateful night when he crossed paths with that certain someone that Jaejoong began to understand, that his life wasn't as normal as he had initially thought it should have been.



chapter eight

When Yoochun opened his eyes, Junsu's worried gaze immediately flooded his vision and before he had the time to adjust to the darkness of his surroundings, he had found himself trapped in Junsu's embrace.

All too suddenly, scenes of the events that took place at their high school infiltrated his thoughts.

Well there was that and... something else entirely.

Yoochun bolted upright with a start, eyes going wide as memories of another life came pouring in. He felt Junsu's grip on him loosened and found himself being pulled a few inches away from the other man. When Junsu's gaze locked on his, recognition could be seen in his eyes. Yoochun clutched a hand to his forehead, eyes screwing shut as he sagged sideways.

"Hyung." It was Changmin's voice this time. Yoochun blearily looked to the side and saw the youngest regard him with a worried look. What the… why did he feel so drained?

"I think you gave too much." Junsu muttered worriedly, cupping his face in his hands. He gave too much what?

Without warning, Yoochun's eyes widened when an image of Yunho's face flashed before his mind. "Yunho-hyung!" He exclaimed, gripping on Junsu's arms as he fought to stay upright. The room began to spin. "Where is he?"

"We don't know. I just woke up." Junsu replied, eyes darting to Changmin who was sitting on the next bed.

The youngest shook his head. "Don't look at me, I just woke up like a minute before you did."

Junsu's gaze flickered back to Yoochun. "Chunnie." He started, unsure. "Do you remember?" Silence met him for a moment before Yoochun slowly nodded his head. Junsu sighed and slumped against the other's chest. "I feel strange. It's like… there's two memories in my head and it's confusing the hell out of me."

Yoochun encased Junsu in an embrace as memories infiltrated his thoughts at an alarming rate. "I think we died. I.. .remember being attacked." He paused, eyebrows etched into a frown when the memory seemed to get clearer by the second. "Crazy humans attacked us when we were playing in the forest."

"I'm more confused about Yunho-hyung." Changmin said, flopping down on the bed that the two were occupying. "I… this is weird. I remember a life with him and Jaejoong-hyung. But... didn't Yunho-hyung transfer to school just a week ago?"

"My head hurts." Junsu complained, blinking groggily. "We're... human now aren't we?"

"I... I think so." Was Yoochun’s weak response. "I have... two sets of childhood memories. I know that Yunho-hyung is my brother. But we're... not brothers here. And I remember Umma and Appa and... God this is fucked up." He groaned, the heel of his hand kneading at his forehead.

"We need to find Yunho-hyung and Jaejoong-hyung. I have a feeling they're the only ones that can clear things up for us." Changmin suggested, eyes darting to the closed bedroom door. "Where are we anyway?"

"I think we're at Heechul-sshi's house." Yoochun said, vaguely remembering him suggesting the offer.

"What's he got to do with anything?" Junsu asked in utter bewilderment.

Yoochun shook his head and made a move to heave himself off the bed. "I don't know but..."

"You're awake. Good." Came Heechul's voice by the bedroom door. The young sorcerer had placed a spell inside the room that would automatically notify him if the occupants in it regained consciousness. "Dinner's ready. You haven't eaten anything in three days so eat as much as you can. You're going to be needing your energy." He explained then quickly left.

Junsu, Changmin and Yoochun regarded each other with questioning looks one last time before hauling themselves from the spot and made a beeline for the door. Yoochun however seemed to be the one weakest in particular. It suddenly dawned on him that he must have really given too much. Junsu carefully snaked an arm around his waist to keep him from falling on the floor face first.

They just hope that things would start making sense soon.

After dinner Heechul had made it a point to at least somehow fill in the three teenagers of the things that Yunho managed to talk his head off in the past whenever he was in the mood to share his troubles about his life; from the time when he was a just a kid up to the moments when he’d first set eyes on the ‘most beautiful creature' on the face of the planet (dubbed by Yunho himself) until the time when humans began loosing it, turning into Shito one after the other. When the young sorcerer had finished telling them his side of the story, the three teens ended up sporting pained looks.

"So we did die and we got reincarnated as humans. Is that what you're trying to say?" Changmin asked just for the sake of clarification. The very thought sounded ridiculous to his ears. "So our hyung-deul managed to live through the attack right?"

"As far as I can tell. You do have memories of a life spent with them, am I correct?"

The three teenagers nodded.

"Seems a bit hazy though." Yoochun added somewhat grimacing.

"It seems to me that the intensity of Jaejoong-sshi's awakening had been too powerful that it ended up resulting in a domino effect." Heechul stated as he began to sip his tea. Craning his neck towards the master clock, he let out an audible sigh. It was already forty five minutes past two in the morning. Yunho had left about four hours ago. He could only hope the guy didn't end up engaging in another battle with some demented Shito.

Fortunately, it was a weekend so going to school wouldn't be a problem for him. He was really starting to get pissed at school with everyone asking about Jaejoong and his friends' supposed 'car accident' every time he turned a corner. He needed an excuse as to why the five of them were absent. God, he hated getting drilled about their condition every frigging second.

"Yunho-sshi however failed to mention anything about a brother and a set of friends." Heechul added, gaze flickering back at the three teenagers.

"So uhhh, they got married? Like you know, my brother really ended up with the Prince?" Yoochun frowned then rephrased his words. "I mean, Yunho-hyung really did end up with Jaejoong-hyung?"

"We got married Chunnie."

Four sets of eyes instantly whipped towards the source of the voice. Yunho was standing a few feet away from them, a small smile grazing his lips. Heechul noted that he was already looking much better, albeit appearing... dazed.

"Hyung!" Yoochun was instantly on his feet and had flung himself to Yunho's arms. "Why the hell didn't you tell us who you were?"

A tired sigh. "I didn't want to drag you guys into the mess I've managed to sink myself in."

Yoochun frowned then extracted himself from the hug when a memory rose from his mind. "But weren't you going to tell me the truth then before those things attacked?"

Yunho shrugged and made his way towards the nearest couch, sinking into the cushions with Yoochun following him closely behind before dropping by his side. "I was going to tell you the truth and have you come up with the conclusion that I was a psycho, that way you'd make a point of avoiding me every chance you could get." Yunho closed his eyes. “But I fucked up everything again as usual.” Another tired sigh. “This sucks. I'm sorry that I fail so much."

"Yunho-sshi are you alright?" Heechul inquired, noticing Yunho's strange behavior. He seemed eerily flippant, like he didn't give a wick about the words coming out of his mouth.

"I'm fine." Yunho assured, waving a hand to his face in dismissal. "I just... hick!"

"Holy shit, you're drunk." Heechul pointed out incredulously. Did Shinso even got drunk?

"I just had a little." Yunho answered, making small swooshing noises under his breath.

"Why would he even get himself drunk?" Junsu asked, perfectly imitating Heechul's incredulous look. Yoochun and Changmin pointedly stared at their dazed hyung.

Quickly rising on both feet, Heechul gripped Yunho's arms. "Yunho-sshi. Snap out of it!" He commanded, forcing their eyes to meet. "Shit. I guess he wasn't able to handle the pressure."

Yunho stared blearily up at him and smiled. "Jaejoongie." He slurred and made an attempt to kiss Heechul. The young sorcerer reflexively recoiled and gagged when Yunho's breath assaulted his face. He seriously reeked of alcohol.

"I'll take care of him."

Heechul turned his head to the side, gaze landing on the pale hand atop his shoulder. He looked up and was met with red rimmed eyes. "Jaejoong-sshi." He murmured softly. The Shinso heir looked like he had been crying for hours.

"Jaejoongie." Yunho slurred again but this time he was finally facing the right person.

Jaejoong tore his gaze away from Heechul's and regarded Yunho with a gentle glance, palming one side of his cheek in a loving gesture. Yunho's eyes fluttered close, leaning into the touch.

"Jaejoong-hyung." Yoochun, Changmin and Junsu voiced out in unison as they huddled around the Shinso heir's figure.

"Not now." Jaejoong mumbled under his breath, sounding as if he was trying to keep his voice from breaking. "Please... not now."

When the three teenagers didn't move, Heechul shook his head dissaprovingly and began filing them out. There were so many things that they were itching to know and understand that instant but then again, one look at Jaejoong's facial expression - a chorus of sighs were heard. They figured it wouldn't hurt to wait some more.

Once Jaejoong and Yunho were left to themselves. Jaejoong leaned down by Yunho's ear and whispered. "Yunnie. Let's get you to the bedroom so you can rest properly alright?"

Yunho frowned, appearing to be dazedly weighing his options for a moment before slowly nodding his head. Jaejoong held Yunho's right arm and swung it over his shoulder then snaked his arm around the other's waist, gripping him firmly in place as they slowly started their trek towards the room they were currently occupying.

One could only hope that everything would get better first thing in the morning.

“Thank you so much for taking him safely home.” Mrs. Bae said while furiously bowing her head repeatedly at the officer who had found her nephew and had personally brought him back to their house.

“Mrs. Bae, if I were you I’d keep a close eye on my children. This is the eighth time that kid disappeared right under your nose. Surely, you’re bound to have learned something from your past mistakes.” The policeman said, sighing as he shot the middle aged woman with a disapproving gaze.

“We’re so sorry for all the trouble.” The woman replied never stopping from her bowing tirade.

“Eish.” The officer exclaimed exasperated, eyes following the other’s head movements. “You can stop that now. Just make sure that your nephew doesn’t wander off again in the middle of the night.”

Mrs. Bae directed the policeman with a grateful look. “Yes! Of course we will be watching him closely from now on. And we’re truly sorry for all the trouble that we’ve cost you.”

“I’ll be counting on that.” The man smiled, turned the ignition to his police car and sped off.

The instant he was gone, she turned around and made a beeline towards their front door. “Binnie!” She thundered as soon as she was inside, eyes welling up with tears while approaching the small boy sitting on the living room couch. “What have I told you about wandering off? Why do you always make us worry so much? Are you seriously trying to give us heart attacks?”

“Umma.” Seul Gi was instantly by her mother’s side, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Please calm down. It won’t do you any good if you let your anger get the best of you. Let’s just be thankful that Binnie’s safe, alright?”

“Mmsorry.” Moonbin mumbled dejectedly, hugging his knees tighter against his chest. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

Mr. Bae let out a short breath and cupped the side of the boy’s face in his hands. “That’s what you said the last time son.”

Moonbin bit his bottom lip then choked out the words. “But I don’t have any control over it.”

It was the truth. Ever since the night when his parents got mugged and had been murdered with him somehow miraculously having lived through the whole ordeal unscathed, spacing out had become a daily occurrence. And not only that, he realized that every time he was on the verge of spacing out, it always seemed like someone was calling out for him. He could hear pleading voices in his head begging for him to come home and that just didn’t make a lick of sense at all.

He didn’t really think much of his odd condition considering that they were just small instances when they began. Like that one time, one moment he was in his room and then somehow ended up in the kitchen standing in front of the sink with his cousin practically screaming in his ears to snap out of it. His black outs only lasted from seconds to a few minutes at first. But lately, they had gotten worse. Numerous times, he had woken up at a deserted alley, a park and a series of other places with no recollection of how he got in there.

He hated what was happening to him, to have no control over his own consciousness and to be the constant source of his family’s worries. It wasn’t the life he wanted. Moonbin brought a hand to his face and furiously wiped at the tears that was blurring his vision.

A regretful sigh was soon heard from Mrs. Bae. Seeing the broken expression on her nephew's face, she willed her anger away to the deepest corners of her mind and knelt down in front of the boy, trapping him in a hug. "Oh Binnie." She said. "I'm sorry for shouting at you baby. Auntie didn't mean it."

Moonbin let his legs fall back to the floor and snaked his arms around his Aunt's neck. "I know Keunomma."

“We should get back to sleep.” Mr. Bae advised and tapped the boy’s shoulder.

Moonbin extracted himself from his Aunt’s embrace and held on to the hand that his Uncle offered, following closely behind as they made their way back to his room while Seul Gi and his Aunt looked on at his retreating back with unmasked worry.

Jaejoong remembered. He remembered everything.

It hurt so much that he was sure his heart had shattered into a million tiny pieces. Everyone he held dear was gone. His parents. His child. His precious little bundle of joy. Forever gone and never to be seen again. Jaejoong wept and sobbed as tears continued to stream down his cheeks like torrents of rain. The pain only intensified tenfold when he thought of how his husband had to endure the pain of loosing everyone that he loved dearly for the past nine hundred years in solitude.

His poor beloved Yunho. Just up to what extent must he have suffered?

After hours of never ending shedding of tears and feeling the overwhelming sorrow coiling itself around him like a thick blanket, Jaejoong finally wiped his face and stood on both feet. The Shinso heir furiously willed himself to take in calming breaths as choked sobs still threatened to escape his throat.

As much as it hurt, he knew he couldn’t just sit there all night and mourn. Nine hundreds years had passed since that dreaded day and no amount of crying could ever bring them back. He had to come into terms with his loss. He had a new life to live and had Yunho within his arms reach along with his childhood friends who he now treated as brothers. Determination flared in his veins. Yunho needed him now more than anything.

With one last deep shuddering breath while fervently trying to keep the hurt inside, Jaejoong’s hand closed around the knob and pushed the bedroom door open. He needed to be strong for them both.

The moment they arrived at the safety of the darkened room, Jaejoong carefully set Yunho on the soft white covers in what he deemed was a comfortable position. He crawled on top of the bed and seated himself on Yunho’s middle, placing both arms firmly on either side of his husband’s head as he hovered above him.

For a while nothing was said. Jaejoong simply stared at Yunho’s face burning every line, every smooth plain, every feature into his memory. The last time he remembered spending time with his husband in a soft bed was the night before that accursed day. Jaejoong could barely believe the fact that they were actually together now.

Yunho for his part stared at Jaejoong brokenly. It seemed like the intake of alcohol made him all the more vulnerable, making him easy to read. Yunho’s eyes spoke volumes of emotions for Jaejoong to see.

Pain stood out the most.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please… don’t hate me.” He muttered, thick droplets of tears trickling down the side of his face. Jaejoong felt what was left of his broken heart shatter all the more at the sight. If there was anyone that deserved to be hated, it was him. Yunho should have been screaming at him for being such a selfish bastard; for leaving him alone to bear all the pain and the guilt of their deaths.

Jaejoong held the other man’s hand and intertwined their fingers before bringing it to his lips. Smiling reassuringly, he placed the other’s open palm upon his chest. “Can you tell what my heart’s saying?”

Uncertainty clouded his husband’s eyes. “I… Joongie… I…” Gaze shifting to the ceiling just above the heir’s head, Yunho’s eyes closed shut as if something of great pain suddenly infiltrated his thoughts. Jaejoong understood and knew full well the source of Yunho’s misery. He could feel it himself. But he knew that he couldn’t afford to break in front of him as well.

“I could never hate you.” Jaejoong softly said, leaning down to place a kiss on Yunho’s forehead. “I could never hate the man I love with all my heart...” He paused and moved to kiss his eyelids. “…my body,” Another pause and then a kiss to a cheek. “…and my soul.” A soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “No matter what happens, I will always love you.”

Yunho opened his eyes and dared look at Jaejoong’s face, which only caused for his tears to well up once more. “Joongie… our…”

Jaejoong gently placed a finger on Yunho’s lips and slowly nodded his head. “Ssshhh, its alright.” he whispered, thumb brushing the tears off Yunho’s face. “I know about our Moonbin.” He said, feeling the body underneath him tense. “I heard you talking to Heechul.” The raven-haired teen could once again feel the beginnings of a sob forming in his throat, but crushed down the urge with all he had within him.

Yunho’s lips quivered menacingly, trying to suppress the onslaught of tears that threatened to escape, but his emotions continued to betray him and the Shinso prince ended up sobbing openly. He had bottled up everything deep inside himself all these years and he just couldn’t take it anymore. Torrents of words came out of his mouth, his voice almost breaking with every syllable. “I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t save… our baby. I wasn’t able to save you. I failed him… I failed you... I failed everyone. And I’m not… I can’t… Joongie it hurts! All this time… you were not there… and I needed you so bad. I thought I was going to be alright. I kept telling myself that I was going to see you again. But years had passed, hundreds even yet you… you still weren’t there. And I missed you. God, I missed you so much! I love you! But I hated you for… what you did, but I still… love you… so much more and I think… I think I’m going crazy. I don’t… do you have any idea how hard it was? How miserable I had been? I was the one supposed to die! I was the one that was supposed to die!”

Everything he had carefully kept hidden in his heart, all the pain, the sorrow, the anger, the hatred, everything was finally pouring out of him in with absolute abandon.

“But you died instead. You fucking died because you saved me. You died. And everyone was dead! Umma and Appa, our baby. Everyone. Everyone that I loved was gone. And I couldn’t… I fucking couldn’t do a single thing about it. I was useless… I was…” Yunho abruptly stopped and sat upright, closing his hand on Jaejoong’s wrist, reversing their positions as he pinned him on the bed. Yunho hovered above him as he fisted thebeauty’s dark locks in his grasp, teeth gritting, voice rising. “Why did you leave me?!” He yelled, thick droplets of tears falling on Jaejoong’s cheeks. “You said we were going to be together forever. So why the fuck did you leave me alone? Why?! Why?! Why?!”

Jaejoong furiously blinked back tears that were blurring his vision as he stared just as brokenly into his husband’s eyes. Gazing at Yunho’s tear stained cheeks shattered his heart into a million pieces all over again. There were so many things that he wanted to say. He wanted to apologize, to grovel and beg for forgiveness. So many things raced through his thoughts, but words wouldn’t - in desperation, Jaejoong wrapped an arm tightly around Yunho’s waist while the other hand clutched the side of Yunho’s head, bringing his face down against him, closing the gap between them as he meshed their lips together.

The Shinso heir kissed him with passion, with love, pouring all the emotions he felt for him in that one kiss. He wanted to shout in that gesture of how badly he wanted him, needed him, of how grateful he was of having Yunho back again in his life and that despite everything that happened, despite all the pain, all the tears and the sorrow, he was still thankful because in the end they were still able to find each other. And even if everyone else were gone, their son, Jaejoong knew that he could still go on, that they could still go on as long as they have each other, that Jaejoong would endure all the pain as long as Yunho was by his side. He wanted to assure him that he would always love him no matter what, that even if everything else might screw them to hell and back, he would never leave him again. They would be together. They were going to live a new and happy life together.

After what seemed like eternity, Jaejoong finally lifted his face and gazed hopefully into his eyes. Yunho could only stare, stunned and astonished all at the same time. “Jaejoong…” He softly whispered. The intensity of Jaejoong’s kiss had shook him out of his alcohol hazed, grief-stricken mind. Yunho’s eyes considerably widened upon recalling his words. “I…”

“Will you give me this night?” Jaejoong asked, gaze flickering to his pair of honeycomb orbs before resting upon his mouth, mere inches separating them.

Yunho took a deep shuddering breath. “What… what are you saying?”

“Let me comfort you. Allow me to take away the pain.” Jaejoong murmured, rubbing a thumb on Yunho’s bottom lip. “Make love to me.” Yunho stared at him in frozen silence. Did he hear it right? Weren’t his ear deceiving him? Did Jaejoong just? “You have to be honest Yunho, did you bed anyone after me?” The Shinso heir asked, nothing but understanding and love in his eyes.

Yunho’s tearful gaze softened watching the pure unadulterated raw emotions shining in Jaejoong’s midnight orbs. He cupped his face lovingly and slowly shook his head. “No one.”

It wasn’t like he was short of willing bodies, if nothing more, women and men, left and right threw themselves at his feet. But he couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t. Yunho loved his husband too much to even want to entertain such thoughts of replacing him with anyone else in his life even for just one night.

A small smile ghosted Jaejoong’s lips, hand trailing down from Yunho’s mouth to the side of his jaw and onto his neck. Yunho’s breath hitched at the tentative caress. Jaejoong’s hand moved lower towards his collar bone and into the first button of the shirt that he was wearing.

Yunho’s hand closed around the other’s fingers stopping him from his movements. “I’m sorry for all the things that I said, I couldn’t control the words coming out of my mouth.” He let out a soft breath, head bending low. “I... I have no right to blame you for what you did. I realized that if given the situation, I would have done the same. I nearly did the same thing a month ago.”

Jaejoong tilted his chin and peered into his eyes. “I remember. You, the pain, that night. Everything.”

“Are you mad at me for what I did?”

“No.” Jaejoong answered while shaking his head. “I will stand by my promise. I wouldn’t hold it against you.” He assured and held Yunho’s hand as he pulled him along towards the soft sheets. Jaejoong lied down on his back, head falling upon the soft white pillows.

Yunho followed suit as he leaned down atop Jaejoong’s figure, arm draped along the other’s waist, head resting by the crook of his neck. “I miss him.” He muttered under his breath.

“I miss him too.” Jaejoong replied, raking his fingers through Yunho’s hair, burrowing his face into the soft strands. “But... it's all in the past now. As much as it hurts that he's gone... we have to..." He faltered in his words as he felt a searing pain cut deep within his heart. The feel of his loss was still too painful and fresh at this point. But he knew that it wouldn't do the both of them any good if he dwelled on such thoughts. Jaejoong willed the depressing emotions away. "No matter how much it hurts we have to accept it. We have to accept it and move on."

"Jaejoongie."

"Please just..." Jaejoong paused and tilted Yunho's head up as he leaned in and claimed his mouth in a kiss. When they parted, his voice was pleading. "Let's not talk about this."

He needed to forget the pain. They both needed to forget the pain.

Jaejoong leaned in and captured the other's mouth in an open kiss, tongue slipping into his husband’s warm willing cavern before slowly lifting his body off bed and nudged Yunho onto the white sheets, resuming the position he had taken in earlier. Yunho palmed Jaejoong's face in his hands, groaning as their tongues leisurely mated. Soon, fingers began to frantically grab at Yunho's shirt, yanking it open resulting in a number of buttons flying across the room. A small smile grazed the Shinso Prince's lips, feeling quite amused by his husband's impatience. Jaejoong slowly pulled back mere inches from Yunho's mouth and stared heatedly into his eyes. "I love you." He declared, nothing but raw conviction lacing his words before a startled gasp which quickly dissolved into a guttural moan escaped Yunho's mouth courtesy of Jaejoong’s rosy lips closing in and sucking on a hardened nipple.

It was a promise of more things to come.

That night walls were torn down, sorrow and pain were dispersed, secrets were shared, memories were cherished, love and passion were rekindled, plans for the future were made and the wounds of a tragic past began to slowly heal.

The Morning After

Yunho stared lovingly at Jaejoong’s sleeping figure. He knew he should be sleeping too considering the vigorous activities he had engaged himself the previous night, but seeing such peaceful, serene and calm expressions adorning his husband’s face in the morning light, Yunho couldn’t bring it in himself to close his eyes and fall into sleep’s clutches.

A soft sigh escaped him as he rubbed a thumb across his husband’s smooth cheeks. The sudden turn of events continued to amaze him. After the entire agonizing wait, Jaejoong was finally in his arms and he had been so forgiving, so kind, so accepting. He had been strong for him when he was sure that he was breaking apart and more importantly, he finally remembered. Jaejoong had remembered everything. All the memories they shared, all the times they spent together, all the hopes and dreams and even the pain and sorrow that they were forced to endure.

Yes, it still saddened the Shinso Prince whenever he thought about their friends, their parents and especially their child. But right now, having Jaejoong with him, whom he was completely sure loved him just as much as he did, Yunho didn’t want to dwell on the painful past anymore. He just wanted to be with him, wanted to make up for all the lost time, wanted to make him smile, wanted to see his eyes sparkle with happiness and joy, god! he wanted to give him everything, to make love to him over and over and... a light blush tinted his cheeks when memories of their love making suddenly infiltrated his thoughts. Yunho closed his eyes and bit at his lower lip willing the flare of desire to go away.

God! He was starting to feel the beginnings of yet another arousal and it didn’t help at all that Jaejoong’s thighs and legs were still pretty much intertwined with his own further fueling his desire. Jaejoong had passed out from exhaustion the night before from the intensity of their activities yet here he was, still needing the feel of his husband so bad.

Damn. He was like a walking libido. Yunho helplessly groaned. Nine hundred years of abstinence and then finally being able to find release and have the best sex of your life with the one you love? Yeah, he figured that what he was feeling was only normal. But still, his husband was spent and his spirit was still on the way to recovery.

‘Think of the really ugly and repulsive Shitos you’ve come across with in the past. Come on, someone’s bound to disgust the hell out of you.' The Shinso prince berated at himself.

"Mmmmghhhhh…" Suddenly came Jaejoong’s still sleep induced voice by his ear.

Yunho’s gaze drifted back to his husband’s face and nearly let out a startled squeak. “Joongie.”

Jaejoong stirred, blinking slowly as he brought a hand to his face, shielding his eyes from the morning’s brightness that seeped through the window curtains. Yunho couldn’t contain his grin as he leaned in and claimed his husband’s half-parted lips. With his eyes still half closed, Jaejoong’s mouth slowly curved into a smile, feeling Yunho’s lips on his own. He mumbled a sleepy ‘morning baby’ before snaking his arms around the other’s neck, sighing in contentment.

Yunho let out a small chuckle while wrapping an arm around Jaejoong’s naked waist under the covers. “Morning beautiful.” He replied then began nuzzling the flushed skin of the beauty’s neck. There was no use trying to restrain little Yunnie at this point, the Shinso prince thought in resignation. Having Jae awake and so close and looking his usual ravishing self and oh screw it - he was a lost cause.

“Yun!” Jaejoong exclaimed, gasping in surprise when he felt something poke at his thigh. As his sleep dazed mind began to clear, the raven-haired teen held Yunho’s shoulders and pulled him a few inches off his body, gazing into his eyes, trying to prevent the giggles from escaping. “You want to have a go at it again?” He asked in awe, watching Yunho nodd his head vigorously in reply. Jaejoong’s lip began to twitch in the corners.

“What’s so funny?” Yunho asked, lower lip jutting out into a pout.

“You.” Jaejoong replied, hands cupping Yunho’s face as he pulled him down for a kiss.

Yunho’s hand slipped under the covers and palmed Jaejoong's semi-hardness in his grasp, the tips of his fingers sliding over the head and down the slick member in feather-light touches. Jaejoong groaned in pleasure, tongue seeking entrance into his husband’s mouth which said husband was only too eager to give.

“Jaejoongie...” Yunho moaned, their hips aligning perfectly, pleasure building. "Please."

But as much as Jaejoong wanted to go on, his body was screaming for him to do the opposite. He reluctantly broke the kiss and stared into Yunho’s honey eyes, blushing furiously. “Yun…I…I can’t.” He was still feeling the effects of the other man’s intense love making from last night and he didn’t think he’d be able to do it again so soon. His body ached everywhere and yeah… especially there. The thought only further made Jaejoong’s blush intensify.

Yunho looked at blushing beauty as if he was considering something in his thoughts, then his face morphed into a grin. Taking Jaejoong’s hand, he held two fingers against his face before he opened his mouth and began sucking on the digits in blatant mimicry of a blowjob.

The Shinso heir’s eyes widened in understanding and was quickly reduced to whimpers when the hand on his member gave it a hard squeeze, while fingers began fondling him.

Yunho licked Jaejoong’s digits one last time before claiming his lips for a heated kiss. With his hand keeping busy as every movement continued to make Jaejoong emit the most amazing moans, Yunho then moved to the corner of his mouth, tongue lapping at the side of Jaejoong’s jaw and into his neck, moving further down towards his chest. He paused to lick and suck each hardening nub for seemingly long agonizing seconds before resuming his saliva trailed path. Stopping by Jaejoong’s belly button, Yunho flicked his tongue inside for a brief moment before moving down to his groin.

The Shinso Prince’s grin widened when he reached his destination while Jaejoong continued to make the most beautiful noises above him. Yunho blew a soft breath, placing a tentative lick on the slit and lifted his head, looking into Jaejoong’s face through thick lashes loving the way his husband’s eyes further darkened with intense arousal.

“Yun...” Jaejoong moaned, forcing the word out through a mouth gone dry. “Please.”

“Patience Jaejoongie.” Yunho replied huskily, already violently hard just hearing his husband’s keening moans. Yunho took a deep breath, taking in the musky scent of his husband’s before proceeding to close his mouth around the head and began to leisurely suck, tongue swirling along the shaft.

A loud cry of pleasure was ripped out of the heir’s throat upon feeling the incredible heat that was Yunho's mouth engulfing him in ecstasy. A stream of pure filth escaped him as he moaned and hissed with each bobbing movement. “Oh god, Yunho. So fucking good. Fuck. More. Yeah, right there. Fuck.”

As much as Yunho enjoyed the incoherent babbling, he had resort to pinning Jaejoong’s hip to the bed, gripping his waist and preventing him from violently thrusting upwards to avoid himself from choking. The Shinso prince groaned, feeling shivers of pleasure rack his body as he worked his mouth around Jaejoong’s member before grazing the underside of his cock with his teeth. His hand worked in furious rhythm, massaging Jaejoong’s balls eliciting more delicious moans from the man above him.

Jaejoong trashed and turned in ecstasy. He was clutching the sheets so tight it was practically getting torn apart in his grasp. Yunho’s mouth and tongue and teeth were pushing and sliding and sucking and oh so hot and wet and messy and oh fuck, it was so fucking perfect it hurt.

“God, Yun...please... don't, please don't stop, please...” Jaejoong moaned and whimpered, feeling volumes of overwhelming arousal travel throughout every fiber in his being as Yunho continued to do the most incredible things with his tongue. Jaejoong gulped thickly and forced his eyes to look down. To his surprise and added turn on, Yunho’s heated stare through thick lashes met his while his head bobbed up and down with Jaejoong's cock appearing and disappearing inside his mouth. His husband was sex personified.

“Oh God… Yun…I'm gonna...” Was the last coherent thought that passed through his mind before he grabbed a fistful of Yunho’s hair and cried out in pleasure, coming so hard he felt faint. Jaejoong's body heaved and shuddered, mouth half parted as he fell back into the soft white covers, spent. In his euphoria, Jaejoong barely noticed Yunho’s face slowly reaching him.

“Joongie… let me… please.” Yunho breathed huskily, voice thick with need as he crawled up his body. Resting a hand to the other man’s chest, he straddled his waist, torsos pressed together tightly, slicked with sweat and Jaejoong’s come. Yunho’s cock landed hot and heavy against his stomach. Jaejoong opened his eyes, forcing himself to think clearly and then one look at Yunho’s desperate expression, he immediately realized the dilemma he was in.

Jaejoong swung one leg around the other’s waist and let his husband rub against him harder and faster until Yunho was swearing and dropping his head against the pillow beside Jaejoong’s head, rutting himself against his husband in fast and long and languid thrusts needing to maintain that delicious friction as he struggled for release.

“Yeah, c’mon Yunho, come for me baby, you’re almost there. Yun, almost there…”

Yunho growled, lifting his head and captured his lips in a sloppy kiss. “Keep talking.” he rasped out. “Joongie don’t stop.”

Jaejoong flushed, immediately tongue tied, but the look Yunho was giving him was so desperate that he struggled to keep going and oh god, he could taste himself inside Yunho's mouth. “You’re so hot, so fucking hot.” he said, as they stared heatedly into each other’s eyes with Yunho rubbing harder against him, beads of sweat trickling down his face. “God after all this time, you’re still so hot Yun and... and the things we did last night. Fuck, it was so good! I love you fucking me. I love feeling you inside me. Yun, I want you to come, want to feel you come.”

Without warning, Yunho’s whole body tensed, mouth slightly parted in a breathless expression, his eyes fluttering close, as a low keening cry tore out of his throat; and then the Shinso heir did feel him come, spurting in a sea of heat over his stomach.

Yunho fell on top of him, panting and gasping for air, breathing heavily while Jaejoong opened his arms and welcomed him into his embrace. For a while nothing was said. Jaejoong wrapped his arms firmly around Yunho’s shoulder, planting soft lazy kisses by the side of his neck.

Seconds ticked by as their racing hearts began to slow down along with their breathing that began to even out, but not one of them seemed to be in the mood to move just yet.

“I love you.” Yunho whispered breathily by his ear, tilting his head a little and kissed Jaejoong's temple.

“I love you too.” Jaejoong replied, the arms around his husband’s shoulder tightening its hold. "Always."

Right now, the Shinso heir could feel his eyes began to drift shut, a deep languor seeping into his limbs. He snuggled into Yunho’s warmth and - the sound of a cough floated in the air.

Yunho and Jaejoong tensed, quickly tearing away from their lying position on the bed and jolted upright.

Right by the door, three sets of eyes regarded them in frozen silence. The two princes’ gazes quickly drifted to Heechul who was giving them an apologetic look by the corner.

“I’m sorry about this. I purposely placed silencing spells in and out the bedroom so nothing and no one would bother you two, but these three here.” Heechul gestured at the shell-shocked teenagers. “Well, you know.”

Yoochun came out of his stupor. “We thought you were in danger! It’s already 1:00 in the afternoon and we have been pounding on the door for the last twenty minutes and no one was answering so we burst through the door and and and…!” he trailed off, face turning into the perfect shade of red.

“How long have you three been standing there?!” Jaejoong asked, eyes narrowing.

“Not long! I promise we didn’t hear anything!” Changmin exclaimed incredulously before making a run for the door. The expression on his face told them of another story however.

“OUT!” Yunho thundered as he hastily covered Jaejoong and himself with the soft blankets. Yoochun and Junsu didn’t need to be told twice as they immediately made a run for it. With one last apologetic look, Heechul sighed and exited the bedroom door. "I'm locking it with a charm this time." He yelled at the other side.

Yunho fell on his back, a hand covering at his face. Jaejoong laid his head on his chest and murmured. “Well, that went well.”

“I can’t believe my brother…” Yunho faltered, grimacing at the expression he saw on Yoochun's face. God, talk about embarrassing.

Jaejoong giggled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Well, technically he is practically my brother too you know.”

“And you’re finding this funny, why?”

The raven-haired teen smirked, a hint of mischievousness glinting in his eyes. “Didn’t you see the look on his face? It was hilarious.” He hollered before pulling the covers off Yunho’s body, raking his eyes along the tempting skin. Jaejoong absently licked his lips, reaching out a hand to Yunho's stomach as he dipped a finger on the still warm cum that pooled on the groove of his hip. He brought the digit back to his mouth and sucked.

Yunho swallowed thickly, feeling himself harden again at the blatant erotic display.

Jaejoong flushed, popping the finger off his lips then moved the hand to cover at his mouth seeing little Yunho stand at attention once more. “Again?” The Shinso heir asked, a mixture of disbelief and awe lacing his voice. “You’re kidding me right?”

Yunho merely grinned at him in response and pulled the other man for a kiss. “Yeah, well… try abstinence for 900 years and let’s see how you handle it.”

Jaejoong blinked, mouth working for a retort but no words came out because really, he couldn't argue with that all. And it was only until three hours later when they finally left the room.

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A/N: Long time no see.