Fatal Attraction (Part 1b)
Title: Fatal Attraction
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Length: Two-shot
Summary: Jaejoong is an assassin: Yunho, his target. But what happens when the hunter falls for his charming prey?
N/B: Inspired by, but not based on, the character of YeoWoon from Warrior Baek Dong Soo.
Just then, a hand slid around his waist and his hair was swept aside as warm lips settled on the sensitive skin of his neck, the wet wash of a tongue sending shivers up his spine.
“You’re so beautiful…” Yunho whispered into the delicate curve of his neck.
When he’d walked in and seen Jaejoong framed in the terrace doors, the moonlight spilling over him, his heart skipped a beat. It was the most breathtaking sight he’d ever beheld. Before he knew it, he was closing the distance between them and taking him into his arms. Speaking of which…
Turning Jaejoong around, he claimed his mouth roughly, his breath hot as he ravaged his lips and plunged his tongue deep into the warm inner recesses.
Jaejoong was taken by surprise and, unsure of what to do, opened to allow Yunho better access.
His first kiss, he thought. It was strange, having someone else’s tongue in his mouth. He could taste the alcohol on Yunho’s tongue. It should’ve been disgusting but it surprisingly wasn’t. And the way Yunho rubbed his tongue against his made his stomach feel weird, fluttery. When Yunho’s hands trailed down his sides, he was shocked to hear a moan spill out of his throat, only to be stifled by Yunho’s deepening of the kiss.
Yunho twisted and turned, without breaking the kiss, until Jaejoong found himself sinking into the thick softness of a comforter with Yunho’s weight pressing down on top of him. He continued to lick, suck and tease his lips, however, making no move as of yet to do anything more than kiss him. Jaejoong’s lips felt thick and they were becoming increasingly sensitive but Yunho’s kiss was too enjoyable, he didn’t want to stop him.
He reminded himself of his mission, however, and forced his hand down to the pocket of his jeans. He removed the customized knife and flicked it open to its full length of 12 inches. It was a long, thin blade, similar to an ice-pick really, not even half an inch wide. One slice straight through Yunho’s back into his heart and his mission would be complete. He raised his hand, positioned the knife above the entry point. All he had to do was stab down, swift and hard, and it’d all be over. He could return home and forget that he’d ever met Jung Yunho.
He should do it now. Soon. He was wasting time.
He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and took a deep breath, mentally bracing as he willed himself to do it but just as he thought he was ready, Yunho settled between his thighs, hiking Jaejoong’s legs around his waist as he ground his pelvis into him.
At the feel of the huge, hard bulge pressing against his manhood, Jaejoong gasped, his grip on the knife weakening.
Yunho released his mouth and kissed his way down the side of his face to his neck, suckling the tender skin there.
Unconsciously, Jaejoong found himself reacting to Yunho’s ministrations. He turned his head sideways, baring more of his skin to Yunho’s questing mouth and his free hand went from resting on Yunho’s shoulder to threading through his hair, urging him on. His hips jerked upward as Yunho continued to grind into him.
“Enough,” Yunho growled, suddenly raising up on his elbows. “I have to have you.”
Jaejoong quickly dropped his knife hand to the side of the bed and, slipping his hand under the bedsheet, tossed the blade on the ground, thankful that the bedsheet reached the thick carpet.
Yunho slid his hands underneath Jaejoong’s sweater, pushing it up slowly from his waist, to his chest and above, as if unveiling a priceless work of art. When nothing covered the expanse of pale smoothness, he paused to drink it in.
His skin was like porcelain, he thought, reaching out to gently stroke the slight curve of his pecs. When Jaejoong trembled, he smiled. His body was flawless. His wide shoulders offset his tiny waist but he was perfectly proportioned in Yunho’s eyes. His abdominal muscles were toned and they too trembled when he slid a hand across his stomach on the way up to his starkly pink, erect nipples. It was an oddity in a man, such firm buds, and he couldn’t resist leaning down and taking one into his mouth, sucking hard. He heard Jaejoong’s gasp and met his eyes as he swirled his tongue around it before taking it between his teeth, tugging gently.
He released the nub and kissed his way down the middle of Jaejoong’s torso, pausing only to unsnap his jeans before continuing on his way, pushing his jeans and underwear down as he went. He took Jaejoong’s member into his mouth as soon as it sprang free of its confines. It wasn’t often that he went down on a guy but with Jaejoong, he wanted to taste and touch every part of him. There was no way he was passing up the chance.
Jaejoong bucked as Yunho’s mouth closed around him. The sensations coursing through his body were so foreign. His stomach was tight and it ached. He didn’t think Yunho was supposed to be doing what he was doing but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel good. “Good” was an understatement. It was amazing. When he felt a slick finger poking at his entrance, he stiffened but Yunho didn’t stop until he had pushed it all the way in. That too was foreign and it hurt but he was used to pain so when Yunho worked in another finger, he thought nothing of it. He ignored the pain and kept his focus centered on the pleasure emitting from the heat of Yunho’s mouth where it slid up and down his length. The tightness in his stomach increased gradually.
Suddenly, both Yunho’s mouth and fingers were gone as he sat back on his heels and whipped his shirt off, followed by his jeans. He reached across Jaejoong’s body to the bedside table and removed a small bottle of clear liquid, which he poured into his palm. Jaejoong watched as he spread the liquid up, down and around his shaft, his eyes widening as it took in the length and width of the angry purple-headed staff.
Yunho slid back onto him, capturing Jaejoong’s lips as he hooked his hands beneath his knees, holding him open and still as he slowly pushed in.
Jaejoong tensed at the intrusion, the resisting muscular pressure of which was more intense than the actual pain of being penetrated. When Yunho was fully anchored in him and unmoving, he allowed himself a deep breath, releasing it slowly.
Yunho looked down into the pretty face beneath him, taking in the sheen of sweat, the pinkened cheeks, swollen lips, glossy black hair spilling across the pillow beneath him. Most of the time, he took his guys from behind. It was more impersonal that way and his hookups were, admittedly, quite casual, unemotional and forgettable. But with Jaejoong, he wanted to remember. Every look, sigh, gasp would be embedded in his brain forever. It wasn’t just because he was a virgin, of which he was absolutely certain now, there was just something unique about Jaejoong, something special that told him he was lucky and honored to be able to share this experience with him.
Smiling tenderly, Yunho brushed Jaejoong’s bangs off his forehead and pressed a soft kiss to the damp skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered yet again.
Jaejoong blushed, his gaze drifting to the side.
Chuckling, Yunho kissed his cheek, nuzzling his ear as he withdrew and slowly slid back into Jaejoong’s tight sheath.
He kept it slow and smooth at first, nibbling his way across Jaejoong’s face, ears and neck but as lust gripped him and the pressure to cum, the urge to rut, became stronger, his grip on Jaejoong’s thighs tightened and his thrusts increased. Before he knew it, he was pounding into him, the slap of skin against skin ringing through the room. Jaejoong met his thrusts as best he could but Yunho couldn’t control himself and his animal instincts took over, his hips slamming into Jaejoong at a speed that surprised even him. Desire had never gripped him this strongly before, he had never lost control like this. As good as it felt, it was somewhat frightening.
Feeling his orgasm pushing its way forward, he reached between their bodies and gripped Jaejoong’s hardness, stroking him almost as quickly as he was plunging into him. Orgasms were tricky for virgins but he wanted Jaejoong to enjoy the experience as much as he was and he hoped it would be as memorable for him as well, something he wouldn’t look back on with regret.
Jaejoong couldn’t think, so intense were the sensations racing through him. Every time Yunho dove deep into him, an answering burst of pleasure erupted in his stomach and his penis ached with some unknown need, it felt like it was about to explode. It had just occurred to him that touching it might ease the pressure when Yunho wrapped his hand around it and started stroking swiftly. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. A switch inside of him tripped and the next thing he knew, he was jerking wildly into Yunho’s hand, spilling his seed as mini explosions went off inside his head, fiery pleasure burning in his stomach and the pulse Yunho brushed inside him every time he went deep.
Yunho waited until he felt Jaejoong’s orgasm simmer down before he plunged deeply one last time and, holding there, released his load. It was the most satisfying climax he had ever had.
When he was spent, he collapsed on top of Jaejoong, burying his face in the side of his neck. He felt Jaejoong’s hands slide around his side and, after a moment’s hesitation, settle onto his back, slowly trailing up and down. He sighed contentedly.
They stayed like that for a long time, until Yunho finally felt like he could move again. He would have loved to stay buried within Jaejoong but, although Jaejoong was fit, Yunho was still a bit taller and heavier than he was so he gently extricated himself from Jaejoong’s body and slid to the side. He pulled Jaejoong to him so that he snuggled into his back.
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked, his arm tightening around Jaejoong’s waist as he fit their bodies together.
Jaejoong nodded but said nothing.
Yunho kissed his bare shoulder and sighed again. “That was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was…extraordinary.” Resting his cheek on Jaejoong’s back, he murmured, “Just let me hold you for a while. I don’t want to let you go just yet.”
Jaejoong said nothing, only listened as Yunho’s breathing continued to deepen until it evened out, signalling that he was asleep.
As he lay there in the dark, eyes fixed on the terrace doors and the bright moon beyond, he was locked in an inner torment. Even as his body still thrummed with pleasure, guilt and shame washed through him.
There would be no rest for him this night.
When Jaejoong opened his eyes the next morning, his first thought was surprise at having fallen asleep. Given how twisted up inside he’d been, he’d thought sleep impossible. He supposed he’d been more tired than he’d been aware of.
He turned his head to the left, his gaze falling on Yunho’s peacefully slumbering face. During the night, he’d turned onto his back but Yunho still lay on his side facing him, his arm thrown possessively across Jaejoong’s waist.
He dropped his gaze and slowly slid out of Yunho’s hold, sitting up on the side of the bed. Little twinges of pain ricocheted throughout his body and he winced slightly at the sensitivity down below. Another reminder of how badly he’d failed his mission. He sighed, running a hand through his long tresses.
There’s still time, a little voice reminded him. You can still lessen your shame.
It was true. Officially, he would only fail his mission if he left the apartment without killing Yunho. Now was the perfect time since he was asleep and completely defenseless.
And he wouldn’t see it coming.
It surprised him how much that mattered to him. An assassin who couldn’t look his target in the eye while he took his life wasn’t worth his title but he knew there was no way he could kill Yunho with him knowing it was coming. He could spare him that at least, the pain and betrayal.
He leaned down and slipped his hand beneath the sheet, ignoring the soreness of his body as he felt around until his hand closed over the slim hilt of his knife. Gripping it firmly in his left hand, he looked down at Yunho, positioning the tip of the knife directly above his heart. Of their own accord, his eyes drifted upward to Yunho’s face.
He looked so sweet, childlike and innocent. His face was completely relaxed, a wavy lock of hair tumbling onto his forehead making him appear even younger than he was. And he was quite handsome.
His heart fluttering wildly in his chest, Jaejoong threw the knife on the ground and turned away, his right hand gripping the bed linen tightly as desire and disgust warred within him.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t kill him, and he knew what that meant: his life would automatically be forfeited.
He wasn’t angry or afraid. Instead, a calm acceptance settled over him. If that was his fate, then so be it. He’d failed knowing that death was the sentence hanging over his head and now he was prepared to meet it. He felt a pang of regret, however, as he thought of Yunho. Others would come for him to finish what he couldn’t.
Yunho stared silently at Jaejoong, his eyes skimming over the pale length of him. He was framed by the light coming through the terrace windows, much like the night before, and just like the night before, he took his breath away with his beauty. He could only see the side of his face but the long flow of hair hanging down his back, the contrast of the midnight black strands against his white skin, the long body, completely bare but revealing nothing but the curve of a pale butt-cheek, altogther made a striking picture. If he’d been a painter, Jaejoong would certainly be his muse.
Just feasting on his beauty made him want him again and he felt himself thicken.
“Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong turned at the sound of his name and Yunho saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes before it was pushed back, replaced by the careful blankess he’d seen most of the night before at the bar.
He forgot about it as he looked at his face, that beautiful face that had to have been sculpted by angels, so surreal was its perfection.
He took Jaejoong’s hand, the one on the bed, and tugged him towards him as he sat up, the covers slipping away as he moved, revealing his turgid sex.
Jaejoong let himself fall forward, knowing what it meant, what Yunho wanted. He glanced down briefly but he was no longer surprised by or afraid of the evidence of Yunho’s desire for him. If he was going to die today, he thought, it would be nice to experience one last moment of pleasure and affection.
When Yunho’s lips caught Jaejoong’s, the kiss was slow, languid. He didn’t feel the need to rush this time. He wanted to leave a lasting impression with Jaejoong. He hoped, he admitted to himself, that it wouldn’t be their last encounter. Now that he’d feasted on such a rare delicacy, he was determined to have his fill. Being with Jaejoong was like eating at a five-star restaurant: once you got a taste, you had to go back for more.
The kiss seemed to go on and on. Hands lazily wandered over flesh, stroking and exploring areas they’d missed the night before. When Yunho pulled Jaejoong into his lap so that he straddled him, Jaejoong’s legs automatically closed around his waist. He made quick work of preparing himself but took his time making sure that Jaejoong was fully stimulated before he positioned him over his hardness and guided him down.
Jaejoong’s spine snapped backward into a sharp arch, a low groan emitting from his throat. In this position he could feel Yunho even more than he had the night before, feel the thick length of him stretching his inner walls to bursting.
Yunho fastened his mouth to Jaejoong’s neck, sucking and teasing the tender skin with his teeth as they adjusted to each other. When he felt Jaejoong relax, when he had claimed his mouth again and they were lost in the kiss, he gripped the firm globes of his ass, raising him off, then plunging upward back into his tight heat. Jaejoong moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound as he repeated the action.
Though lust tempted him to speed things along, Yunho took his time, lifting and thrusting in an achingly slow rhythm. They were both breathing hard, Jaejoong’s forehead resting on his shoulder now as they were breathing through their mouths and couldn’t maintain a kiss for too long. Occasionally, he would suckle Jaejoong’s neck, tease his ear or trail fingers up his spine and make him shiver. Jaejoong didn’t really reciprocate his touches but he didn’t mind. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, his breathing was labored and he was clinging to Yunho with both his arms and legs: that was more than enough for Yunho, as it told him that Jaejoong both wanted him and enjoyed what he was doing to him.
Eventually, he started feeling that familiar painful tightness in his balls and new he was close. Like their previous session, he wanted Jaejoong right there with him when he came so he reached between them, gripped his swollen shaft and began a quick stroke. Jaejoong gurgled in his throat, his muscles tightening around Yunho’s shaft, but he didn’t let up, stroking as speedily and steadily as he could while supporting Jaejoong with one hand and maintaining deep, long thrusts. It was like running a marathon, trying to do all those things at once, but he loved the challenge. It was the most pleasurable “marathon” he’d ever run to say the least.
Suddenly, Jaejoong moaned aloud. “I think I’m going to…”
He didn’t finish his words as he jerked in Yunho’s hand and erupted, jet after jet of sticky, white fluid splashing onto his and Yunho’s stomachs.
As Jaejoong came, the pressure of his internal muscles intensified tenfold around Yunho’s cock and he felt himself begin to cum, his life-giving seed being milked out of him as Jaejoong’s orgasm went on and on.
In the aftermath, they continued to cling to each other as they struggled to catch their breaths.
Yunho tucked Jae’s hair behind his ears and, gently taking his face into his hands, pressed a soft kiss to his swollen lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered, gazing earnestly into Jaejoong’s eyes.
Jaejoong blinked in surprise. “What for?”
Yunho smiled tenderly. “Everything.”
For the first time in as far as he could remember, Jaejoong felt like he could cry and he didn’t know why. Tears tickling at the back of his eyes, he nodded once and looked away to hide his embarrassment.
Yunho chuckled softly, kissed Jaejoong’s cheek and lifted him off his lap so that his soft member slipped out of him. He fell back onto the bed, taking Jaejoong with him, wrapping himself completely around the smaller boy. Neither one said anything but Yunho held him tightly, gently stroking his silky hair until he drifted off.
When Jaejoong was sure that Yunho was sleeping, he slowly moved and twisted, making no sudden sharp movements, until Yunho’s hold loosened and he was able to slip away. Standing at the side of the bed, he gathered his clothes, shoes and knife off the floor, ignoring the fresh soreness in his body and the evidence of their latest encounter as it dribbled out of his body and down his thigh.
He went into the adjoining bathroom, his movements deathly quiet as befitting someone of his occupation. He would have liked a shower but didn’t want to risk waking Yunho, even if he had it at a low setting, so he took a washcloth, wet it in the sink and cleaned himself up as best he could. He wiped away the traces of his and Yunho’s juices but there was nothing he could do about the marks Yunho left on his body. He didn’t know a thing about how to get rid of hickeys. He sighed as his eyes assessed the reddish-purply bruises on his neck, shoulder, chest and stomach. There were varying shades from faint red to deep purple but they all stood out in stark contrast to the pale canvass of his skin. For once, he cursed his fair complexion.
He was going to die anyway, he thought as he dressed, so what did it matter if they knew what he’d done? He’d failed and that’s what really counted.
He stared at his reflection, looked into his bleak, black eyes and only when those eyes were settled and remote once again did he open the door and step back into the bedroom.
He walked to the side of the bed, paused as he gazed down on Yunho. He hadn’t moved an inch: his arms still lay curled where they’d rested after he’d left him, looking like they were missing something. Something that completed the man himself.
It wasn’t Jaejoong, though. Couldn’t be. Their destinies didn’t allow it.
Goodbye, Yunho.
Turning, he walked to the terrace, quietly opened the doors and stepped out into the morning sunlight.
He walked to the railing, took a deep breath of the brisk morning air…and jumped.
Part 2a
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Length: Two-shot
Summary: Jaejoong is an assassin: Yunho, his target. But what happens when the hunter falls for his charming prey?
N/B: Inspired by, but not based on, the character of YeoWoon from Warrior Baek Dong Soo.
Just then, a hand slid around his waist and his hair was swept aside as warm lips settled on the sensitive skin of his neck, the wet wash of a tongue sending shivers up his spine.
“You’re so beautiful…” Yunho whispered into the delicate curve of his neck.
When he’d walked in and seen Jaejoong framed in the terrace doors, the moonlight spilling over him, his heart skipped a beat. It was the most breathtaking sight he’d ever beheld. Before he knew it, he was closing the distance between them and taking him into his arms. Speaking of which…
Turning Jaejoong around, he claimed his mouth roughly, his breath hot as he ravaged his lips and plunged his tongue deep into the warm inner recesses.
Jaejoong was taken by surprise and, unsure of what to do, opened to allow Yunho better access.
His first kiss, he thought. It was strange, having someone else’s tongue in his mouth. He could taste the alcohol on Yunho’s tongue. It should’ve been disgusting but it surprisingly wasn’t. And the way Yunho rubbed his tongue against his made his stomach feel weird, fluttery. When Yunho’s hands trailed down his sides, he was shocked to hear a moan spill out of his throat, only to be stifled by Yunho’s deepening of the kiss.
Yunho twisted and turned, without breaking the kiss, until Jaejoong found himself sinking into the thick softness of a comforter with Yunho’s weight pressing down on top of him. He continued to lick, suck and tease his lips, however, making no move as of yet to do anything more than kiss him. Jaejoong’s lips felt thick and they were becoming increasingly sensitive but Yunho’s kiss was too enjoyable, he didn’t want to stop him.
He reminded himself of his mission, however, and forced his hand down to the pocket of his jeans. He removed the customized knife and flicked it open to its full length of 12 inches. It was a long, thin blade, similar to an ice-pick really, not even half an inch wide. One slice straight through Yunho’s back into his heart and his mission would be complete. He raised his hand, positioned the knife above the entry point. All he had to do was stab down, swift and hard, and it’d all be over. He could return home and forget that he’d ever met Jung Yunho.
He should do it now. Soon. He was wasting time.
He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and took a deep breath, mentally bracing as he willed himself to do it but just as he thought he was ready, Yunho settled between his thighs, hiking Jaejoong’s legs around his waist as he ground his pelvis into him.
At the feel of the huge, hard bulge pressing against his manhood, Jaejoong gasped, his grip on the knife weakening.
Yunho released his mouth and kissed his way down the side of his face to his neck, suckling the tender skin there.
Unconsciously, Jaejoong found himself reacting to Yunho’s ministrations. He turned his head sideways, baring more of his skin to Yunho’s questing mouth and his free hand went from resting on Yunho’s shoulder to threading through his hair, urging him on. His hips jerked upward as Yunho continued to grind into him.
“Enough,” Yunho growled, suddenly raising up on his elbows. “I have to have you.”
Jaejoong quickly dropped his knife hand to the side of the bed and, slipping his hand under the bedsheet, tossed the blade on the ground, thankful that the bedsheet reached the thick carpet.
Yunho slid his hands underneath Jaejoong’s sweater, pushing it up slowly from his waist, to his chest and above, as if unveiling a priceless work of art. When nothing covered the expanse of pale smoothness, he paused to drink it in.
His skin was like porcelain, he thought, reaching out to gently stroke the slight curve of his pecs. When Jaejoong trembled, he smiled. His body was flawless. His wide shoulders offset his tiny waist but he was perfectly proportioned in Yunho’s eyes. His abdominal muscles were toned and they too trembled when he slid a hand across his stomach on the way up to his starkly pink, erect nipples. It was an oddity in a man, such firm buds, and he couldn’t resist leaning down and taking one into his mouth, sucking hard. He heard Jaejoong’s gasp and met his eyes as he swirled his tongue around it before taking it between his teeth, tugging gently.
He released the nub and kissed his way down the middle of Jaejoong’s torso, pausing only to unsnap his jeans before continuing on his way, pushing his jeans and underwear down as he went. He took Jaejoong’s member into his mouth as soon as it sprang free of its confines. It wasn’t often that he went down on a guy but with Jaejoong, he wanted to taste and touch every part of him. There was no way he was passing up the chance.
Jaejoong bucked as Yunho’s mouth closed around him. The sensations coursing through his body were so foreign. His stomach was tight and it ached. He didn’t think Yunho was supposed to be doing what he was doing but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel good. “Good” was an understatement. It was amazing. When he felt a slick finger poking at his entrance, he stiffened but Yunho didn’t stop until he had pushed it all the way in. That too was foreign and it hurt but he was used to pain so when Yunho worked in another finger, he thought nothing of it. He ignored the pain and kept his focus centered on the pleasure emitting from the heat of Yunho’s mouth where it slid up and down his length. The tightness in his stomach increased gradually.
Suddenly, both Yunho’s mouth and fingers were gone as he sat back on his heels and whipped his shirt off, followed by his jeans. He reached across Jaejoong’s body to the bedside table and removed a small bottle of clear liquid, which he poured into his palm. Jaejoong watched as he spread the liquid up, down and around his shaft, his eyes widening as it took in the length and width of the angry purple-headed staff.
Yunho slid back onto him, capturing Jaejoong’s lips as he hooked his hands beneath his knees, holding him open and still as he slowly pushed in.
Jaejoong tensed at the intrusion, the resisting muscular pressure of which was more intense than the actual pain of being penetrated. When Yunho was fully anchored in him and unmoving, he allowed himself a deep breath, releasing it slowly.
Yunho looked down into the pretty face beneath him, taking in the sheen of sweat, the pinkened cheeks, swollen lips, glossy black hair spilling across the pillow beneath him. Most of the time, he took his guys from behind. It was more impersonal that way and his hookups were, admittedly, quite casual, unemotional and forgettable. But with Jaejoong, he wanted to remember. Every look, sigh, gasp would be embedded in his brain forever. It wasn’t just because he was a virgin, of which he was absolutely certain now, there was just something unique about Jaejoong, something special that told him he was lucky and honored to be able to share this experience with him.
Smiling tenderly, Yunho brushed Jaejoong’s bangs off his forehead and pressed a soft kiss to the damp skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered yet again.
Jaejoong blushed, his gaze drifting to the side.
Chuckling, Yunho kissed his cheek, nuzzling his ear as he withdrew and slowly slid back into Jaejoong’s tight sheath.
He kept it slow and smooth at first, nibbling his way across Jaejoong’s face, ears and neck but as lust gripped him and the pressure to cum, the urge to rut, became stronger, his grip on Jaejoong’s thighs tightened and his thrusts increased. Before he knew it, he was pounding into him, the slap of skin against skin ringing through the room. Jaejoong met his thrusts as best he could but Yunho couldn’t control himself and his animal instincts took over, his hips slamming into Jaejoong at a speed that surprised even him. Desire had never gripped him this strongly before, he had never lost control like this. As good as it felt, it was somewhat frightening.
Feeling his orgasm pushing its way forward, he reached between their bodies and gripped Jaejoong’s hardness, stroking him almost as quickly as he was plunging into him. Orgasms were tricky for virgins but he wanted Jaejoong to enjoy the experience as much as he was and he hoped it would be as memorable for him as well, something he wouldn’t look back on with regret.
Jaejoong couldn’t think, so intense were the sensations racing through him. Every time Yunho dove deep into him, an answering burst of pleasure erupted in his stomach and his penis ached with some unknown need, it felt like it was about to explode. It had just occurred to him that touching it might ease the pressure when Yunho wrapped his hand around it and started stroking swiftly. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. A switch inside of him tripped and the next thing he knew, he was jerking wildly into Yunho’s hand, spilling his seed as mini explosions went off inside his head, fiery pleasure burning in his stomach and the pulse Yunho brushed inside him every time he went deep.
Yunho waited until he felt Jaejoong’s orgasm simmer down before he plunged deeply one last time and, holding there, released his load. It was the most satisfying climax he had ever had.
When he was spent, he collapsed on top of Jaejoong, burying his face in the side of his neck. He felt Jaejoong’s hands slide around his side and, after a moment’s hesitation, settle onto his back, slowly trailing up and down. He sighed contentedly.
They stayed like that for a long time, until Yunho finally felt like he could move again. He would have loved to stay buried within Jaejoong but, although Jaejoong was fit, Yunho was still a bit taller and heavier than he was so he gently extricated himself from Jaejoong’s body and slid to the side. He pulled Jaejoong to him so that he snuggled into his back.
“Are you okay?” Yunho asked, his arm tightening around Jaejoong’s waist as he fit their bodies together.
Jaejoong nodded but said nothing.
Yunho kissed his bare shoulder and sighed again. “That was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was…extraordinary.” Resting his cheek on Jaejoong’s back, he murmured, “Just let me hold you for a while. I don’t want to let you go just yet.”
Jaejoong said nothing, only listened as Yunho’s breathing continued to deepen until it evened out, signalling that he was asleep.
As he lay there in the dark, eyes fixed on the terrace doors and the bright moon beyond, he was locked in an inner torment. Even as his body still thrummed with pleasure, guilt and shame washed through him.
There would be no rest for him this night.
When Jaejoong opened his eyes the next morning, his first thought was surprise at having fallen asleep. Given how twisted up inside he’d been, he’d thought sleep impossible. He supposed he’d been more tired than he’d been aware of.
He turned his head to the left, his gaze falling on Yunho’s peacefully slumbering face. During the night, he’d turned onto his back but Yunho still lay on his side facing him, his arm thrown possessively across Jaejoong’s waist.
He dropped his gaze and slowly slid out of Yunho’s hold, sitting up on the side of the bed. Little twinges of pain ricocheted throughout his body and he winced slightly at the sensitivity down below. Another reminder of how badly he’d failed his mission. He sighed, running a hand through his long tresses.
There’s still time, a little voice reminded him. You can still lessen your shame.
It was true. Officially, he would only fail his mission if he left the apartment without killing Yunho. Now was the perfect time since he was asleep and completely defenseless.
And he wouldn’t see it coming.
It surprised him how much that mattered to him. An assassin who couldn’t look his target in the eye while he took his life wasn’t worth his title but he knew there was no way he could kill Yunho with him knowing it was coming. He could spare him that at least, the pain and betrayal.
He leaned down and slipped his hand beneath the sheet, ignoring the soreness of his body as he felt around until his hand closed over the slim hilt of his knife. Gripping it firmly in his left hand, he looked down at Yunho, positioning the tip of the knife directly above his heart. Of their own accord, his eyes drifted upward to Yunho’s face.
He looked so sweet, childlike and innocent. His face was completely relaxed, a wavy lock of hair tumbling onto his forehead making him appear even younger than he was. And he was quite handsome.
His heart fluttering wildly in his chest, Jaejoong threw the knife on the ground and turned away, his right hand gripping the bed linen tightly as desire and disgust warred within him.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t kill him, and he knew what that meant: his life would automatically be forfeited.
He wasn’t angry or afraid. Instead, a calm acceptance settled over him. If that was his fate, then so be it. He’d failed knowing that death was the sentence hanging over his head and now he was prepared to meet it. He felt a pang of regret, however, as he thought of Yunho. Others would come for him to finish what he couldn’t.
Yunho stared silently at Jaejoong, his eyes skimming over the pale length of him. He was framed by the light coming through the terrace windows, much like the night before, and just like the night before, he took his breath away with his beauty. He could only see the side of his face but the long flow of hair hanging down his back, the contrast of the midnight black strands against his white skin, the long body, completely bare but revealing nothing but the curve of a pale butt-cheek, altogther made a striking picture. If he’d been a painter, Jaejoong would certainly be his muse.
Just feasting on his beauty made him want him again and he felt himself thicken.
“Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong turned at the sound of his name and Yunho saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes before it was pushed back, replaced by the careful blankess he’d seen most of the night before at the bar.
He forgot about it as he looked at his face, that beautiful face that had to have been sculpted by angels, so surreal was its perfection.
He took Jaejoong’s hand, the one on the bed, and tugged him towards him as he sat up, the covers slipping away as he moved, revealing his turgid sex.
Jaejoong let himself fall forward, knowing what it meant, what Yunho wanted. He glanced down briefly but he was no longer surprised by or afraid of the evidence of Yunho’s desire for him. If he was going to die today, he thought, it would be nice to experience one last moment of pleasure and affection.
When Yunho’s lips caught Jaejoong’s, the kiss was slow, languid. He didn’t feel the need to rush this time. He wanted to leave a lasting impression with Jaejoong. He hoped, he admitted to himself, that it wouldn’t be their last encounter. Now that he’d feasted on such a rare delicacy, he was determined to have his fill. Being with Jaejoong was like eating at a five-star restaurant: once you got a taste, you had to go back for more.
The kiss seemed to go on and on. Hands lazily wandered over flesh, stroking and exploring areas they’d missed the night before. When Yunho pulled Jaejoong into his lap so that he straddled him, Jaejoong’s legs automatically closed around his waist. He made quick work of preparing himself but took his time making sure that Jaejoong was fully stimulated before he positioned him over his hardness and guided him down.
Jaejoong’s spine snapped backward into a sharp arch, a low groan emitting from his throat. In this position he could feel Yunho even more than he had the night before, feel the thick length of him stretching his inner walls to bursting.
Yunho fastened his mouth to Jaejoong’s neck, sucking and teasing the tender skin with his teeth as they adjusted to each other. When he felt Jaejoong relax, when he had claimed his mouth again and they were lost in the kiss, he gripped the firm globes of his ass, raising him off, then plunging upward back into his tight heat. Jaejoong moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound as he repeated the action.
Though lust tempted him to speed things along, Yunho took his time, lifting and thrusting in an achingly slow rhythm. They were both breathing hard, Jaejoong’s forehead resting on his shoulder now as they were breathing through their mouths and couldn’t maintain a kiss for too long. Occasionally, he would suckle Jaejoong’s neck, tease his ear or trail fingers up his spine and make him shiver. Jaejoong didn’t really reciprocate his touches but he didn’t mind. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, his breathing was labored and he was clinging to Yunho with both his arms and legs: that was more than enough for Yunho, as it told him that Jaejoong both wanted him and enjoyed what he was doing to him.
Eventually, he started feeling that familiar painful tightness in his balls and new he was close. Like their previous session, he wanted Jaejoong right there with him when he came so he reached between them, gripped his swollen shaft and began a quick stroke. Jaejoong gurgled in his throat, his muscles tightening around Yunho’s shaft, but he didn’t let up, stroking as speedily and steadily as he could while supporting Jaejoong with one hand and maintaining deep, long thrusts. It was like running a marathon, trying to do all those things at once, but he loved the challenge. It was the most pleasurable “marathon” he’d ever run to say the least.
Suddenly, Jaejoong moaned aloud. “I think I’m going to…”
He didn’t finish his words as he jerked in Yunho’s hand and erupted, jet after jet of sticky, white fluid splashing onto his and Yunho’s stomachs.
As Jaejoong came, the pressure of his internal muscles intensified tenfold around Yunho’s cock and he felt himself begin to cum, his life-giving seed being milked out of him as Jaejoong’s orgasm went on and on.
In the aftermath, they continued to cling to each other as they struggled to catch their breaths.
Yunho tucked Jae’s hair behind his ears and, gently taking his face into his hands, pressed a soft kiss to his swollen lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered, gazing earnestly into Jaejoong’s eyes.
Jaejoong blinked in surprise. “What for?”
Yunho smiled tenderly. “Everything.”
For the first time in as far as he could remember, Jaejoong felt like he could cry and he didn’t know why. Tears tickling at the back of his eyes, he nodded once and looked away to hide his embarrassment.
Yunho chuckled softly, kissed Jaejoong’s cheek and lifted him off his lap so that his soft member slipped out of him. He fell back onto the bed, taking Jaejoong with him, wrapping himself completely around the smaller boy. Neither one said anything but Yunho held him tightly, gently stroking his silky hair until he drifted off.
When Jaejoong was sure that Yunho was sleeping, he slowly moved and twisted, making no sudden sharp movements, until Yunho’s hold loosened and he was able to slip away. Standing at the side of the bed, he gathered his clothes, shoes and knife off the floor, ignoring the fresh soreness in his body and the evidence of their latest encounter as it dribbled out of his body and down his thigh.
He went into the adjoining bathroom, his movements deathly quiet as befitting someone of his occupation. He would have liked a shower but didn’t want to risk waking Yunho, even if he had it at a low setting, so he took a washcloth, wet it in the sink and cleaned himself up as best he could. He wiped away the traces of his and Yunho’s juices but there was nothing he could do about the marks Yunho left on his body. He didn’t know a thing about how to get rid of hickeys. He sighed as his eyes assessed the reddish-purply bruises on his neck, shoulder, chest and stomach. There were varying shades from faint red to deep purple but they all stood out in stark contrast to the pale canvass of his skin. For once, he cursed his fair complexion.
He was going to die anyway, he thought as he dressed, so what did it matter if they knew what he’d done? He’d failed and that’s what really counted.
He stared at his reflection, looked into his bleak, black eyes and only when those eyes were settled and remote once again did he open the door and step back into the bedroom.
He walked to the side of the bed, paused as he gazed down on Yunho. He hadn’t moved an inch: his arms still lay curled where they’d rested after he’d left him, looking like they were missing something. Something that completed the man himself.
It wasn’t Jaejoong, though. Couldn’t be. Their destinies didn’t allow it.
Goodbye, Yunho.
Turning, he walked to the terrace, quietly opened the doors and stepped out into the morning sunlight.
He walked to the railing, took a deep breath of the brisk morning air…and jumped.
Part 2a