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Chapter 10: Between love and pleasure

Written By: arsonist_ed

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“Ahhh, Yunnie, faster!” Jaejoong begged the man behind him to thrust faster, wanting that sweet spot inside of him to be struck over and over. With his face buried in the softness of the pillow, Jae gripped the sweat-soaked bed sheets as the other man’s intense pounding intensified, the hands on his hips sure to leave a mark on him because of its tightness.

Groaning, Yunho grabbed a fistful of Jae’s hair and tipped the other’s head back; the other grunted at the pain as his upper body was elevated from the sheets of the bed. Jae could feel his own sweat trickling down his face as he could feel Yunho’s harsh thrusts inside his searing heat. Closing his eyes, Yunho pulled Jae’s back to his chest, continuing his brutal pounding of the other’s small body. He dipped his head down and sucked hard at the smaller man’s ivory neck.

“Nnng, Yunnie-ah...” Jaejoong moaned as goose bumps grew all over his lithe body. He gave out a disappointed grunt when Yunho slowed down his thrusts but yelped when that spot inside of him was touched by the soft tip of Yunho’s cock. Biting his lower lip, Jae’s hands reached for Yunho’s hair from behind, gripping the soft, black locks of the handsome man.

Licking at the red welts he made, Yunho quickened his thrusts again, “Jae... mine...” Finding the other’s heavy pants extremely arousing, Yunho bit softly at the other’s delicate neck, his hands leaving Jae’s hips.

Opening his eyes, Jaejoong gasped as he felt Yunho’s right hand on his pierced nipple and the other on his neglected cock which the other started ruthlessly pumping in time with his unforgiving thrusts.

Feeling his climax near, Yunho pushed Jae back down on the middle of the bed. The other lay, panting for air with his soaked hair and flushed face. Yunho crawled over the smaller man’s sprawled form and straddled Jae’s head between his legs. Instinctively, Jae gripped Yunho’s hard cock and sucked on the clammy tip, emitting low grunts from the stronger man. His other hand tickled the curve underneath Yunho’s sac.

“J-jae.. fuck!” Yunho screamed as Jaejoong’s skilful hands began pumping his member mercilessly. He dipped his head back in sheer bliss as he felt his orgasm near.

Yunho breathed out low, and heavy moans as he came, squirting Jae’s face with proof of his lust. Jae continued to pump until Yunho pulled away. The aftermath of the orgasm was starting to become painful and he flipped back down to the bed beside his lover.

Catching his breath, Yunho looked over at Jae and saw the other was looking back at him with the same fierceness and love. He gave a soft laugh as he saw Jae’s face splattered with his semen. Propping himself up with his elbows, Yunho cleaned of Jae’s face with his hands and planned to wipe it on the sheets.

Surprisingly, Jae reached out to the other’s hand and began to lick it clean. Yunho smiled, “You’re really turning bad, beautiful. I like it,”

Letting go of the other’s hand, Jae replied, “I needed it...”

“Needed what?” Yunho looked at the other’s face questioningly.

“…”

“You needed sex, didn’t you?” Yunho lay back down on the bed, his hands behind his head, “We all need sex, babe.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jae reached down below and covered his body with the sheet.

“I know,” Yunho replied, “Park kicked you out of the force, am I right?”

“…”

“You don’t have to worry about that beautiful,” Yunho lay sidewards facing Jaejoong and cupped the other’s angelic face, “if you’re not qualified to be one of them, then, be one of us.”

Eyes widening in confusion, Jae looked at Yunho with a Junsu-is-my-brother-and-we-are-not-in-good-terms look.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Jae,” Yunho pulled at Jae’s sheet, covering both their bodies from the cold, “from now on; you’ll be living in my world. And I won’t ever be letting you go. It’d take more than threats and guns to keep me away from the comfort of having you inside my arms.”

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Beads of sweat trickled their way down the Deputy Commissioner’s face as he hid himself on the metallic exterior of the bus. Breathing heavily, he tightened his grip on his gun, telling himself to stay calm.

“We’re giving you ten seconds to come out, officer.”

He tightened his grip on his gun even more that he could feel the cold metal digging on his flesh.

He tried to recall what had happened a few hours ago, and how it came to be like this. But all that he could remember was him, driving his way to the airport when two cars collided with his car on both sides. Fortunately, he was able to get out safely, only getting a deep wound on his right leg from a bit of scrap metal. He ran to the nearest place that he could. On the corners of his eyes, he saw a number of goons running after him.

He ended up in the dumpsite of more than a hundred buses, trapping himself in a maze than no man could possibly get out of. At least that was what he thought. And little by little, he was losing hope. Though the word hurt his pride as a policeman, Park Yoochun knew that he is being ambushed. And if he didn’t think fast right now, he might consider this bus dumpsite his grave.

Slowly, he inched his way towards the convertible door of the old bus. Little by little, he made his way up; swallowing his own mewls of pain as he climbed the dusty staircase. Grabbing the metal pole to support himself, the officer settled himself quietly on a dusty chair, crouching down to hide himself from the bus’s tainted windows.

He knew he needed help. And he, being the “genius” that he was, left his phone in the disambiguated car.

“Ten...” the voice shouted out; the distance pretty close to Yoochun’s place. His heartbeat quickened as he heard footsteps coming his way. Shit. He needed to get out of this shithole.

“Nine, eight, seven...” the voice shouted out again; this time, louder. His breath hitched as he heard the footsteps beside the bus he was in. A pair of hands was gliding on the thin metal, making its way slowly onto the convertible door.

If he can’t get away, then might as well fight.

Determined, he positioned his gun at the hollow space, pointing at the opening of the convertible door.

“Six, five, four...”

His hands shivered as he feared of what was about to come.

“Three, two...”

Could this be the end?

Silence.

Confused, Yoochun shifted in his seat. Were the intruders gone? Did someone scare them away? Supporting himself by grabbing the physique of the seat in front of him, Park Yoochun glided his way onto the hollow space in the middle. Where could they be now?

A footstep sounded behind him. He felt something cold, more like chains on his neck. The man behind him was choking him, and was slowly lifting him up from the floor.

“You really want to make it hard for yourself, huh?” the chain tightened; Yoochun gagged.

>Gasping for air, the officer opened his watery eyes and saw another figure with a mask in front of him. But it wasn’t the mask that startled Yoochun. It was the gun he had in his hand. And the other man was pointing it directly at his wounded leg. Yoochun tried to analyze the other man’s expression but it was no use because of the mask, “N-no!” But the masked man pulled the trigger.

A sharp, stinging burn initiated itself first before the brutal pain began to unfold. Blood splattered to all direction, staining his face with warm, crimson fluid. In return, Yoochun screamed his lungs out in pain. He struggled to get loose from the man who was choking him from behind but the pain from his leg began to throb painfully and was extracting what energy he had left. He begged his mind to decipher these as all lies.

Crying, Yoochun forced himself to look at the masked man again. The other man still had the gun in his hand. One difference, though. It was now pointing at his healthy leg. Getting the message, the officer sucked in a large gasp to protest.

But it was already too late.

The masked man had pulled the trigger again and hit the expanse above his knee. Yoochun felt as if his mind was about to burst from the intense pain all over his body: the choking of his neck, and the painful throbbing of his legs.

If he didn’t get any help soon, he is going to die of blood loss.

With his body being deprived of air, the officer finally gave in and stopped struggling as his body fell onto the floor of the bus.

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Nothing could compare to the hugeness of his problems right now. Yes, he acts as if they’re nothing. But that’s because he has to. And his problems seemed to pop as each second came.

Rubbing his face with his hands, Junsu walked the expanse of his living room to his bedroom door, thankful to himself for building an underground house. He knew back then that he needed it. And it was pretty useful, too.

Closing the door of his bedroom gently, Junsu reached out to the wash cloth inside the bin and wrung all the water out before kneeling down on the bed and placing the warm cloth on the forehead of the sleeping man. Lying down on the bed, the other man seemed peaceful and irresistibly lovable. Funny how this person could be such a devil in real life.

Studying at the other’s figure, Junsu’s eyes travelled down on the other’s extremely wounded legs. He won’t be able to walk for awhile, he thought. His mind asked him on how things came to be what they were now.

Nothing angered him more than his other enemy, besides the police, taking matters into their own hands. His men was slowly losing and depleting, one by one.

But was that really the reason why he was angry? No.

It was the bizarre thought to his secondary enemies laying a hand on Park Yoochun. He knew inside his heart that he would never forgive the bastard who did this to him. His heart felt sympathy for the other man. Yoochun didn’t deserve it.

But why did he care for Park Yoochun in the first place?

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On the swing of a playground, Changmin and Keita sat in silence. Above them, the moonlight shun beautifully, nimbus clouds making the light paler and more mysterious.

It has already been an hour and the both of them had been keeping up to this unspoken tension in the air. Keita knew Changmin wanted to say something and Changmin knew Keita wanted to say something. But neither had the guts to speak first.

That is, until Keita spoke, “Why did you ask me to come here?”

Taking a large amount of cold air in his lungs, Changmin replied, “Nothing.”

“Liar,” Keita spat almost immediately, “I know you, Changmin. You won’t ask me to be here if it weren’t for something as unimportant as ‘nothing’.”

In response, Changmin looked down at the ground, his mind unable to form any words.

“Such a waste of time,” Keita grunted as he got up from the swing and started to head towards his car.

A hand grabbed his bicep and Keita struggled to get free. But Changmin merely tightened his grip on Keita’s limb, “Do you still love me?”

The question made Keita’s struggling stop, his back still facing the other man. Suddenly, his heart started pounding. It was a question he hasn’t asked himself for quite a long time. And he wasn’t sure of what he was about to answer either.

Keita mewled as Changmin grabbed his other bicep with his free hand, “Answer me.”

“…”

“Fucking answer me!” Changmin shook Keita’s small body, his mind determined to get the answer out of Keita.

“Y-yes,” Keita’s voice softened slowly, “Yes, I do. But I don’t understand how this will help our situation—”

“Then will you still accept me?” Changmin pulled the smaller body on his chest, his nose getting the scent of Keita’s vanilla shampoo, one whom they used to share before and wrapped his arms around the smaller man.

“I’m sorry, Min,” The other apologized as he pulled free from the warmth of the other’s body, “I can’t.” He turned his head back and looked at Changmin’s eyes. Changmin’s eyes were full of pain and shock. Tears were on the verge of falling down.

“M-may I know why?” Changmin stuttered as Keita turned his back on him, for the second time that night.

“Because,” Keita took a step away from Changmin, “because we are not meant to be. We could fight fate all we want, but in the end, we won’t win. We’re just going to keep on hurting ourselves like before.

“But I really did love you, Changmin, I still do,” Keita continued, “I’m just tired of fighting, Min. I always end up getting hurt. We are not meant to be. You are a soldier and I’m a bandit. Understand that I’m not doing this for myself but for you too. You’ll forget me, Min. And I’ll forget you too.”

Changmin started at Keita’s retreating form. Fighting back the tears, he can’t help but feel his heart break, little by little, painfully.

Crying, he slumped down to the ground as he began to feel the drops of the rain of his back.

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An update from arsonist_ed, and from the way things are going, I say, the both of us have a lot to cover, lol. Till the next update. ^.^