[SS501] If you cannot be nice
Oct. 18th, 2009 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoozing_kittenTitle: If you cannot be nice
Group: SS501
Pairing: Hyun Joong / Jung Min
Chapter 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Gay sex, assassinations, first SS-fic
Summary: Hyun Joong is your everyday assassin, then his life is hijacked by a force of nature known only as Jung Min, now it is his job to protect the younger man, and it just gets worse from there.
Notes: How their solo-collection drama SHOULD have gone. Not.
“You’ve got the wrong number, what you need is a body guard.” Hyun Joong repeated very slowly, mildly annoyed when the other man seemed to flat out refuse to listen to him. It was like he possessed selective hearing, smiling absently and blinking blandly at him from behind large black rimmed glasses.
“I know what I need.” He said, pursing full pink lips, and were they glossed? Hyun Joong could only guess only somewhat distracted by hands on his hips and an obvious pout.
“You don’t have a target for me.” There had to be some rule in the hand book of assassination or something that he needed a target before it could be paid, it was… against his union rules. “So I don’t see what you want from me.” That got him a flick of long dark eyelashes the most reaction he’d gotten from the other man since they sat down.
“I know that someone is trying to kill me.” He explained with the same tone of voice one would use to say to a small child ‘no dear, you can’t eat the bug’.
“Do you have proof of this?” Because the other man didn’t seem all there, and Hyun Joong was way too busy to be playing along with delusions, even if they were the delusions of a millionaire.
“Yes. They tried once already, hit my secretary instead of me, the poor girl is still in the hospital.” The frown didn’t reach his curiously flat eyes. “She will hopefully make a full recovery.”
“Why don’t you get a body guard?” Maybe the third time would be the charm.
“If I want to get rid of this guy why not get someone who thinks like an assassin? It makes sense right? It is about being proactive, not reactive.”
“I guess.” Hyun Joong frowned, on some level, that did make logical sense.
“If anyone can catch him you can.” There was that wide smile.
“Sure.” Hyun Joong, managed not to sigh, but just barely. What the hell was he getting himself into?
**
He had to admit after shadowing Jung Min for a week that he had never worked for anyone quite so pretty before. It was quite possible he had just never met anyone quite that pretty. In the glittering sunlight he was leaning against his car, a completely subtle burnt orange Lotus Elise that screamed ‘I’m filthy loaded’, and eating a vanilla ice cream he had stopped randomly to grab from a vendor. Hyun Joong was trying to case the place, wondering if it was too open or too narrow, envisioning himself pulling a gun or knife and how he would do it. If he had a little more fun than necessary imagining, well that was between him and the sunlight.
“Come here.” A hand wave and a snap and Hyun Joong sighed out loud this time, trotting up to the other man’s side.
“You do know this would be easier if you didn’t keep bugging me.” He lied through his teeth and Jung Min smiled at him, lips red and probably cold from the soft serve.
“Want some?” Apparently they were back to the tactic of just ignore whatever he said if it didn’t fit with what Jung Min wanted. Admittedly it didn’t bother Hyun Joong as much as it should; it probably had a lot to do with the way that the sun all but glittered off his red hair, making his face look pale and almost doll-like. He held out his ice cream, one side all flat where he had been licking it and without really thinking about it he reached out and took the cone, licking the sweet soft-serve. “You don’t think they would try and poison me do you?”
“You eat by closing your eyes and pointing to a restaurant, it would be too hard to predict where you’ll stop to poison you.”
“I see.” He frowned, squinting against the sunlight. Even the length of his pale neck disappearing into the gay little scarf he had tied there was enticing. Hyun Joong could totally see why someone would want to fuck him, but so far little reason why someone would want to kill him. The idiot slammed on the breaks for cats crossing the street, he was completely harmless. “Can I have my ice cream back now?”
“I’m thinking about it.” Half of it was gone now, split between the two of them like some sloppy juvenile indirect kiss. While thinking about whether or not it would taste the same if he could lick the sweet vanilla taste out of Jung Min’s mouth directly he caught a flash of light out of the corner of his eyes. Movement at first attributed to the fringe of his curly hair, and then the form melted into a man; a man drawing a gun.
Without thought for the mother and child to their left, or the barely legal girl who was manning the ice cream stand Hyun Joong flung himself at Jung Min, grabbing his shoulders in a tight grip and pulling him to his chest and throwing them both at the floor even as the sharp crack of gunfire filled the air. Screams erupted all around them, piercing wails of frightened females, and Jung Min’s breath on his throat as they used the car as cover. “Oh my god, it’s shooting at me.” Jung Min whispered in horror, squeaking faintly when Hyun Joong bodily hauled them over, so he was on top, and could pull his own gun from his shoulder holster.
“Stay behind the wheel.”
“Okay.” A nod and he crab-walked/scuttled so his back was leaning against the wheel watching Hyun Joong with eyes that finally registered fear. It was a look he rarely saw, preferring personally to kill before they even knew it was coming. Peeking over the low window of the sports car he winced at the bullet hole that went straight through the windows, just about where Jung Min had been leaning. Everyone else had either ducked or fled and nothing in the street moved, he scanned left and right, picking out vantage points and searching for the flash of harsh sunlight off gunmetal. Nothing. The sudden and deathly silence was finally broken by a loud squeal, tires screaming over pavement, and a black car shot down the street.
“Is it safe?” Jung Min was already up and peaking over the exaggerated slope of the trunk, and Hyun Joong slapped him round the head lightly.
“Next time ask before you move.”
“Hey!” His lips looked even better pouting, even if his face was too-pale with fear.
“We should probably go, unless you want to talk with the police.”
“No, not really.”
The look on his face when he caught sight of the damage to his car was mixed disgust and something that looked like incredulity. Hyun Joong caught his hand as he went to walk to the driver’s side; he looked unsteady on those long legs. “I’ll drive.”
“…Okay.” He handed over the keys with a worrying lack of protest, sliding into the passenger seat after brushing the glass out with the sleeve of his jacket. Surveying the scene one more time, the ice cream girl was nowhere to be found and he could still hear the kid crying somewhere off to the left, people were starting to gather, gawking at him and the car. Patented ignorance, Hyun Joong could probably ignore a whole damn explosion if it wasn’t right in front of him, he walked round the car and using his jacket to brush off a few shards of glass, hoping he wouldn’t end up with any in his ass.
“Stop.” Jung Min was starting to look less like he was in danger of going into shock, and held his hand out demandingly .
“I’m not going to switched places with you.” He glared at the other man as sternly as he could manage, exasperated and oddly amused at the same time.
“Puh-leze.” He drawled, “I don’t want you bleeding on the leather, give me your hand.”
Hyun Joong hadn’t even realized he had managed to cut his hand, probably when they hit the ground? His left hand was scraped up, and now that he’d noticed it, it began to sting, thanks a lot. Grudgingly he held out his hand and the silky scarf Jung Min wore around his neck all the time came off with a little tug at the knot. Long fingers tugged and pulled at his own, if they were sharing an indirect kiss before over the ice cream, it was holding hands now. It may have made his heart beat a little fast but he wasn’t going to admit it to anyone. A knot that was too tight, but the paisley scarf did stop the bleeding. He was not going to turn into a fourteen year old girl about this.
But god, the whole episode was worth it if only to get behind the wheel of that car, the Lotus clawed up the road like a playful cat, with all the power of a lion just under his hands. It was almost physically painful to stick to the speed limit, the purr and hum of the engine soothing and exhilarating all at once. It was like the best kind of sex all sleek lines and smooth caresses. So what if there was a draft from the bullet hole in the window, and he was sure there was a piece of glass that was just waiting to lodge itself in his ass, well that was worth it too. No wonder Jung Min was so damn protective of the car, it was a wet dream come true.
He had only been in Jung Min’s apartment a few times, usually tailing him up to his door then leaving to his own hotel room, courtesy of his employer, or the usual drinks for the night. The place was classy, and more than a little messy on the days between the maid’s visits. His coat was flung at the couch, moving yesterday’s jacket so Hyun Joong could sit with him.
“So?” Jung Min bit his bottom lip, pearly white teeth catching pink and Hyun Joong bit back a faint groan, it was like porn some days. He was almost certain that Jung Min did it on purpose.
“Well you weren’t lying, someone really is trying to kill you.”
“Obviously.” He snorted, rolling his eyes.
“Well…” This meant he actually had to work; his contract said all but ‘I’ll sue you if I die.’ Jung Min had a very well drafted paper giving him the official title of ‘Head of Personal Security’ not that his pay stub ever said ‘Assassin for Hire’. But if the other man’s life really was in danger then he would have to keep him alive long enough to kill whoever was trying to kill him to keep the stupid amount of money given. “Do you know who it is?”
“If I knew that then I would have dealt with it already.” He had the same tone as a teenage girl telling him that answering her mobile was more important than getting the hell out of his way; hands on his hips to match the bitchy expression (bad experience in one too many internet cafe). It was sort of funny in a ‘leading business of tomorrow’/’People’s Top 100’ kind of way.
“Of course.” He just shook his head, smiling faintly at Jung Min.
**
Jung Min tossed his head, moaning, endless legs splayed wide, long fingers clinging to the bedding. His pink lips looked even better after Hyun Joong spent the day kissing them. Well it felt like the day, but not too much time could have passed since he’d pressed Jung Min to the elevator of his building, sliding his hands into the back pocket of his slim jeans and pressed his mouth to one baby-smooth cheek. They hadn’t been able to stop there, tearing at each other’s clothing as soon as the front door closed behind them.
“Feel good?” He drawled, pressing his mouth to the smooth skin of one thigh and sliding down to press kisses to the soft flesh just above one bony knee. “Come on tell me.” Jung Min lifted onto his elbows to stare at Hyun Joong, face flushed with arousal and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, giving him the same coy-eyed look he did when he was offering to share his food. It was oddly a fitting look for the situation. He bit down on a choice piece of skin, sucking a bruise into it with a scrape of the sharp ends of his canines that made the body under him jump and jerk like a puppet.
“Oh god. You’re trying to kill me.” He hissed all wide eyes and bitten lips.
“I won’t let you die.” He bit down harder and Jung Min gasped and shook, falling flat against the bed with a loud moan. “You’re not allowed.”
His skin tasted soft and silky, and there was already a vivid bruise blooming in his inner thigh, blood rushing fast just under the surface, he could feel it with the flat of his tongue. He knew he should stop, but he couldn’t stop biting and licking, feeling the other man so alive under his hands. It had been another close call, the glare off something metallic making something in his stomach coil, some primal instinct. Common sense said there were too many people on the street for a clean shot, but he couldn’t stop the way he slide up next to Jung Min all the same. Jung Min’s only response to his instinct was to laugh, tossing his shining hair in the sunlight. He barely had enough time to react, meeting his own reflection in the man’s mirrored glasses, Jung Min cursing where he’d been flung into a passing woman but safely out of reach of a small knife. Hyun Joong lost his opponent in the crowd, darting across a busy street to a concert of blaring horns and screeching tires. He would have gone after him, or that is if it hadn’t felt wrong leaving Jung Min behind like that apologizing profusely to the woman who’d managed to catch him.
He’d been shook up, pale and close to frantic when Hyun Joong returned, not a trace of his usual arrogance. It looked wrong on him, Jung Min was always in charge, always ready to bitch and whine and most importantly invulnerable. In that instant it was everything he could do to not try and kiss that look off his face. It was a heady feeling.
“Just touch me already.” Jung Min hissed, planting his heels and using the leverage to lift his hips so his cock, heavy with blood, bumped against Hyun Joong’s cheek. It was so hot it almost burned, and smelled musky, his mouth actually watered there for a moment, saliva slick under his tongue.
Okay so he hadn’t held off very long, but Jung Min’s lips had been so pink against his pale face, and his fingers shook. It was all he could do. Hold him close and comfort him in the best way he knew how.
“Nope.” He grinned at the frustrated sound that tore from the other man’s throat. The hickey was bright against his skin and Hyun Joong pulled back to kiss it once, switching to place tiny kisses along the other leg. Legs like this would make a woman jealous, endless and slim, thighs that fit against his palm perfectly. He nipped the other just because he could.
“I hope you don’t plan on biting anything else.” Jung Min groaned and Hyun Joong muffled a snicker against his skin. “Because if you do, I’m firing you.” The last part broke into a squeak as he mouthed one of his balls, the thin skin a different texture under his lips. Such a vulnerable little piece of anatomy, skin warm and crinkly under his tongue like tissue paper and he tugged and played, stabbing a the divide between them with the point of his tongue and Jung Min groaned and twisted his hips under the assault. Pressing his legs out of the way, and where did a CEO get so flexible anyways, until Jung Min took the hint and held them up to his chest so Hyun Joong could curve his back and press a soft kiss to the skin just behind heavy balls.
“Hold like that.”
“What are --oh!” Without any leverage Jung Min couldn’t do anything, but that didn’t stop a flailing foot from catching him in the shoulder, he swatted it away. Another swipe of his tongue across the area made the other man groan, and Hyun Joong grinned to himself, wondering what he would think about another hickey right there on his ass. It was with a smile that he pressed his mouth to the tiny hole and gently pushing the flat of his tongue against it. There were so many textures on the human body, the taught firmness of skin pulled tight over his sternum, the ridged skin of his palms and feet, curious webbing between fingers and toes, the silky skin inside his thighs and arms, the smooth glide of skin over steel of a needy cock, and the secret places like this one and Hyun Joong wanted to taste them all. Maybe, leave his mark on all of them too.
This one was furled, and he scraped his teeth over the ridges pulling a long whimpering cry from the other man, which admittedly sounded a lot better than the usual bitching did. That helpless little whining sound he made when he blew across the wet skin had his stomach clenching, dick bobbing without being touched. His tongue slipped inside when he pressed hard enough, tight and hot. He pressed his thumb against the rim, until it gave way, saliva running down the corners of his mouth as he licked and slurped all around where his thumb had managed to breach the younger man. “How’s this?” He sat back on his haunches, licking his lips chin damp with saliva and feeling rather satisfied with himself. “Good?”
“Yes.” He met Jung Min’s eyes, wide and unfocused, and smirked. Damn but he was good. “More.”
It didn’t surprise him that the other man demanded rather then asked, but as usual he copulated easily enough. He had yet to find something he was unwilling to do for him. He pressed his thumb in so that the rest of his hand was flush with the smooth curve of his ass, it was so smooth and hot, he was willing to bet a limb that it would feel like sinking into warm oil, pushing his cock in that tight space. Shivering, gooseflesh spreading down his forearms, god, he couldn’t wait, but Jung Min made most incredible noises when he wiggled his thumb around, pressing against the smooth walls inside him and it made him want to spend forever here just teasing the other man. He pulled his hand back, managing the lube one-handed until he could drizzle it over his fingers, they shone in the low mood-lighting of Jung Min’s bedroom, drops landing on the sheet and turning the fabric dark. The bed was going to get a hell of a lot more messy if he had anything to say about it.
His middle finger slid easily into the other man, making him moan and wriggle, the movement looking like a painful cross between trying to press closer and inch his way up the bed to ease the pressure. But god, even now he was too pretty. The flush had spread down from his face to his chest, pale skin hiding nothing, there was another red mark just above his left nipple where Hyun Joong had bit down too hard. He was so going to pay for it whenever Jung Min was mobile, and coherent (and wasn’t that great for his ego?) so he might as well milk it while he could, building up frustration like a jenga tower because Jung Min made the sweetest noises. The lube didn’t taste like anything, slightly chemical maybe, but it was thick along his tongue when he licked happily at the crease between groin and thigh, wiry hairs tickling the side of his cheek, Jung Min shivered moaning brokenly.
“More more more.” He thought that he could come to love this, the feeling of that ridiculously arrogant man moaning and begging under him, so shamelessly wanting more wanting him.
“Yeah, okay.” He grinned, slipping his hand free and pressing two in this time, the resistance squeezing his fingers together, tight and slippery. Jung Min twitched each time his fingers slipped a little inside him and all out yelped when Hyun Joong pried them apart stretching him open. It was actually kind of like conducting a symphony he thought with a barely repressed snort. Enough teasing for the both of them, he carefully pulled his hand back, wrapping his slick hand around Jung Min’s cock and giving it a few slow tugs, legs falling to the side and open around him in invitation.
How to do this, he could roll him over and ride him, sit back and make Jung Min ride him instead, on their sides slow and intimate, or take advantage of his partner’s innate flexibility and do it like this, face to face? The condom had vanished somewhere in the pool of sheets, but Hyun Joong was more than determined, and his fingers bumped into the foil square just to the left of Jung Min’s hip. Dark eyes watched him with a fixed intenseness that made him moan out loud as well as his own fingers bumped clumsily over his dick, he had this much trouble with a rubber since he was in high school. Jung Min wasn’t helping at all; he kicked Hyun Joong in the thigh as he was rearranging his legs, lifting himself onto his elbows so he could watch too.
“Ready?” He asked, voice rumbling from his chest, throat tight with apprehension.
“If I were any more ready I’d be fucking myself.” He muttered darkly and Hyun Joong couldn’t restrain his snort this time. He seriously doubted that was possible, but Jung Min was kicking him again, pointy heels digging into his flanks just under his ribs, and mother fuck that hurt. He pinched the lush curve of his ass and the other man gasped, easing off the pressure on his kidney.
“Be good.” He admonished, pressing Jung Min’s legs off him so he could press the blunt head of his dick against his stretched ass.
“Dammit, Hyun Joong.” Strong voice agonized, eyes flashing from his flushed face. “Please.”
Twisting his head he could just press his lips to the inside of Jung Min’s knee, the skin there bare of any hair and too soft against his lips. Walking a few inches on his knees had them flush together, the backs of Jung Min’s thighs pressing against his chest, knees slung casually over his shoulders and butt pressed against his hips. Worming a hand between them he took hold of his dick and pressed so that the blunt head was stretching him open, so slow it had to burn, working its way inside the tall man’s body. Jung Min hissed angry words at him, pretty much until Hyun Joong was pressing inside his body then they seemed to dry up, his mouth going into a surprised ‘o’ and his back trying to arch off the bed. He slid inside in one long and steady push, feeling that tight heat enveloping him until he was so close that he felt it would just take another push to crawl inside him. From the look of shocked pleasure on the other man’s face he felt more or less the same way.
“How’s that?” He shifted, and Jung Min’s breath hitched, his cock shifting around inside, if he spread his knees and sat back on his feet he had the leverage needed to press up and forward.
“Good. It feels full.” He could see the strain of abdominals just under Jung Min’s stomach working as he tried to shift around in Hyun Joong’s lap. “Really full.” He bit his lip, his shifting stilling completely as he let out a shaky breath. Hyun Joong just smirked. He took a grip on the bony jut of his hips, using his legs and arms together to push and pull, cock slipping back to press deeper into the body sprawled across his legs.
They couldn’t go very fast like this, it suited Hyun Joong fine, the slow burn of sex sliding down his spine and making every nerve ending come alive with the sweet drag of friction along the length of his cock. Jung Min on the other hand was getting increasingly vocal, and demanding, twisting as much as their position would allow trying to force the other man into going faster. His legs slid down from his shoulders to wrap around his torso again giving Jung Min enough purchase to fuck himself back on Hyun Joong’s cock. Another smooth slow thrust and a swat to his arm by annoyed fingers, he growled grabbing his the offending hand then the other and pulling until he had the younger man sitting astride his legs, both of them bent at a bit of an awkward angle, but gravity was doing its work and Jung Min groaned low and deep as Hyun Joong’s cock slid deeper into him.
He shifted around, Hyun Joong’s hands coming down instantly to grab two palm-fulls of his ass, pulling it down, and grinding his hips in a slow circle up. They both moaned, Jung Min’s head falling to the front so his chin touched his chest and his lips brushed the other man’s sweaty forehead. And while he still couldn’t move very fast like this Jung Min could at least do all the work, raising himself on trembling thighs and sinking slow and hot down, impaling himself. Curious fingers stole under his butt, probing and feeling where skin was stretched tight and he could feel his own dick pressing in, rubbing at the place where they were joined because Jung Min’s voice broke over his name desperately each time he did.
Jung Min was moving faster now, bouncing on his lap in earnest, panting breath against his ear, and he needed to hold onto his hips to keep the angle right. It wasn’t enough, orgasm was tingling in his toes and trying to crawl slow thick up his spine to settle in his belly, but it wasn’t fast enough, not hard enough, he needed more. “Stop stop.” Jung Min whined in the back of his throat, blunt nails digging into his shoulders as he kept trying to lift himself, but held in place by fingers digging into his hip.
“Let me go.” He hissed, all spitting anger and bitten lips.
“Turn around.” It was difficult, what with those endless legs, and Hyun Joong wasn’t about to admit it, but the flash of his mark on pale skin made his dick twitch where it was still lodged deep inside the younger man. They managed it with no injury, and soon he was presented with the nape of the other man’s neck, the ends of his red hair sticking to sweaty skin, shoulders trembling with the effort of staying that way, his thighs splayed on the outside of Hyun Joong’s. This brought a totally different set of sensation, his tight nipples rubbing the sleek skin of the other man’s back, sending a separate set of shivers racing down his spine, and choked whimpers spilling from the other man’s mouth with just as much frequency as demands earlier with the new position bringing his cock closer to that sweet spot inside him.
It still wasn’t enough, pleasure zinging from the roots of his hair star-burst intense at his nipples and in his balls but not enough yet. Arms around the other man’s torso he bent at the waist, pressing until Jung Min got the hint and splayed his torso across the bed, leaning down on his elbows so that the curves of his ass were pressed firmly into the cradle of Hyun Joong’s hips. He bent over him so that he was fallowing the curve of his spine with his tongue, able to trace the strong muscles of his shoulders with reverent fingers until urgent wiggling forced him into motion. Rearing back he placed Jung Min between his knees, tossing the longer bits of his hair, but they still clung to the edges of his face wit with perspiration. He was really fucking him now, hands sliding slick against his skin as he pounded into his willing body, Jung Min moaning and cursing him between breathy gasps.
He couldn’t last too long like this, the pressure was perfect, Jung Min’s body felt like it was made to fit his cock, friction so sweet along the skin. He was chasing the end desperately and it was building in his stomach, the slow roar of an oncoming tsunami and he was throwing himself headlong in front of it. There, and all he needed was a little more, heart beating triple-time in his ears, and the smooth bow of Jung Min’s back in front of him, jolting with every slap of hips against his ass.
It almost took him by surprise, ripping thought his body, tearing down his spine and setting everything alight along the way. For one perfect moment everything was perfect, it was only him and Jung Min, and a hazy sense of the room, and exploding lights because his eyes were pressed so tightly closed, and then everything was rushing, pulsing up from his dick in waves of toe curling pleasure. It came in waves, his stomach muscles twitching as he pressed as close to the other man as physically possible. “Fuck.” He moaned against one heaving shoulder, pressing his cheek there and licking faintly at the salty skin.
“Get off, I can’t reach.” Came the hissed reply and obediently sat back, pulling Jung Min with him so he was sitting on his lap again, cock still pressed deep inside him. He splayed his hands on the insides of his thighs, rubbing the slick skin soothingly still feeling dopey from the endorphins playing catch-twenty two in his brain.
“Get yourself off.” He said, pressing his lips to the other man’s shoulder. He found a nice piece of skin and began to worry it with his teeth and tongue.
“Jerk.” But his voice caught on the word, muscles shifting under his skin as he wiggled around, bringing his own hands down to his neglected dick. Hyun Joong smoothed his palms up over his hips and his flat tummy, following the lines of his rib cage up over his pectorals to flick his nails over dark taught nipples and he moaned, leaning his head back so it rested against Hyun Joong’s shoulder. If he pressed up he could hook his chin over it then and see down over the plains of his body, past where his hands had caught each nipple between his fingers and he was tugging on them and pinching softly and generally trying to push Jung Min further, to where his pretty hands were tugging at his equally pretty cock. Long and slender, red head poking up between long fingers and short manicured nails with every twitch and thrust of his hips.
Between all four hands rubbing and caressing his body he was shuddering against Hyun Joong’s chest in no time, sticky white fluid splashing against his tummy and slicking his hand as he moaned his way through his own orgasm.
Sated, for the time being, they collapsed against the sheets, Hyun Joong tossed the condom in the general direction of the garbage and feeling boneless curled on his side so he was face to face with his lover, grinning stupidly to himself. Pink lips were swollen and slick, tongue wetting it every so often as his rushing breath dried them out. He leaned in for a kiss but met a palm pressed to his mouth. “Go brush your teeth first.” Eyes glaring playfully at him from under the other man’s dark red bangs, “you put your mouth … there before. No way you’re kissing me until you brush your teeth.”
Hyun Joong snorted inelegantly through his nose and started licking his palm out of spite and that got a shriek and flailing hands. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Rolling out of bed he ran a hand through his sweaty hair making it stick up as he sauntered naked to Jung Min’s large bathroom. “I’m going to use your tooth brush,” he called over his shoulder, not disappointed by the answering shriek.
**
He was sitting on Jung Min’s desk, the other man was in the attached board room, setting up … something, Hyun Joong wasn’t even remotely interested in what sort of administrative duties the other man had for the day. He was toying with a paper weight the other man had on his desk, rolling it between his hands and thinking over the situation. He’d been working for him for almost a full two and a half weeks now, and the sex was almost as good as the pay, well some nights it was better, but that was besides the point.
What was the point? He wasn’t too sure. It probably had less to do with how he was going to be rolling around in cash after this, and more to do with the fact that his teeth marks were bruised into the other man’s skin on several places, and that marked him as his, and he was going to fuck up whoever dared interfere. Muffled shrieking from the board room didn’t even make him start, followed by the raised voice of his secretary (now back to work even with a sling on her arm) and he bit back a smile.
“What are you grinning about to yourself?” Jung Min was giving him a stare that said ‘weird-o’, and he let his grin grow, all but beaming at the other man shrugging. It wasn’t important. “I have this meeting today, then I’ll just be in my office until dinner, you don’t need to be here.”
“I want to see how some of your employees react.” He shrugged, and Jung Min made a face at him, clearly not sold on the idea. Well it wasn’t like he was giving the other man a choice in the matter anyways. He was after all, Head of Security.
Which was how he found himself bored out of his mind, more interested in watching Jung Min prowl around his board room, tight fitting white button-down and a deep purple die, red glasses perched on the end of his nose giving him a geek-chick look. Black pinstripes made his legs look even longer and Hyun Joong was deep in thought about whether or not he could talk him into trading blow jobs in his office later or if it would be too loud. What a waste of his afternoon, all of Jung Min’s top employees were all old men, each one uglier then the last, all slicked back hair and sitting ram-rod straight in their chair, nodding and smiling at whatever Jung Min had to say.
He knew that the younger man had inherited the company, which was an off-shoot of a larger company, and that his mother ran the main branch in Japan. Jung Min explained all of this in a completely blasé tone, as they shared take-out in his living room and watching tv. There could potentially be some bad blood here, seeing as he was usually half the age of any of these men here, and at least three times as pretty. Hyun Joong himself got some odd looks, eyes flicking over him leaning near the door, but Jung Min didn’t introduce him, and so he let them squirm.
He had to get his kicks somehow.
None of them seemed to be particularly aggressive, and at the same time, no one seemed overly fond of him either. Shaking his head, and shifting so that he could shift his weight off the leg that fell asleep he was already anticipating the night, escorting Jung Min home, and hopefully right into the shower where he would push him to his knees, and the prettiest mouth he’d ever seen would wrap itself so sweetly around his cock. Which had the added benefit of stopping the torrent of words.
What happened was a little different than that, Hyun Joong had spent the afternoon wandering around and just generally hanging out, he looked in all the near-by stored and bought himself a cute hat, while Jung Min finished his paper work. When it was time to go and escort him to pick up dinner, seeing as between the two of them they made more of a mess in the kitchen then edible food, and back to his flat for a nice evening ‘protecting’ him. Well he did use protection so he wasn’t all that guilty about it. On the road to their normal restaurant Hyun Joong noticed a sleek silver car in the rear-view, admiring the curves of the hood he smiled, he still liked Jung Min’s car better even if he was never allowed to drive it.
Four blocks later when the car was still on their tail he began to get suspicious. He couldn’t quite make out who was driving, a large pair of sunglasses hiding his face, and he frowned mentally drowning out Jung Min’s singing along to the radio. They turned left, and so did the car, it wasn’t enough to say the car was following them, but he’d bet money that it was. A shiver went down his spine and he shifted so he could reach the shoulder holster better, Jung Min still completely oblivious. A thrill went down his spine, adrenaline beginning to rush in his veins; maybe he would catch the fucker this time and find out who hired him.
“Turn left here.”
“But the place is right there.”
“Turn.”
They turned left, and if he wasn’t so absorbed in the left signal light of the silver car then he might have smiled at the obedience.
“What’s going on?” The radio was still blaring too loud between them, Jung Min sounded startled.
“We’re being followed, just keep driving.” He risked a look at the other man, meeting his eyes and trying to look as reassuring as he could. The silver car stayed tight on their rear bumper the whole time.
“We’re going to need gas soon; I was going to fill up after we got food.”
“See that parking garage over there? Pull in there and go up to the top.” The car swung into the turn off cutting off a red van, horn blaring. Jung Min took the ramps too fast, the inertia pulling Hyun Joong close to the door. They squealed to a stop at the top, the evening sky expanding above their heads.
“What now?”
“Get out, and get behind the car.” He was already stabbing at his own seatbelt release, scrambling to get behind the car and shove Jung Min down so he was crouching against the wheel. Pulling out his gun he braced it against the hood of the car crouching down and waiting. It seemed like nothing moved, the city went on below them, a siren sounding in the distance, but up here there were no other cars and only the setting sun to light the scene. Finally headlights filled the entrance and the silver car rolled to a stop across the lot from them. The driver’s side window rolled down but he didn’t make a move.
“What do you want?!” Jung Min startled him by yelling. There was no response. “Whatever you’re being paid, I’m sure I could compensate you!”
The window above Jung Min’s head exploded with glass and he squealed, flinging his hands up to protect his face, Hyun Joong didn’t hesitate, firing back on the car, which was pulling a tight doughnut and vanished into the darkness of the opening of the car park. He missed the first shot, and the second only hitting the rear window.
“Son of a bitch.” Hyun Joong snarled, slamming his hand down on the hood, that fucker was playing with him.
Jung Min was crouching by his feet in a sea of safety glass, hands raised, and staring at him with wide eyes. He was staring at his gun, face pale and very obviously shaken. Sighing to himself he put the gun back in his holster and offered the other man a hand up, which he took, leaning on Hyun Joong’s shoulder as he fought to get his legs under him.
“How about we just get delivery tonight?” He frowned at the car, both windows had been shattered by the shot. Again.
“Why my car?” Jung Min lamented right on cue, a pout audible in his strained voice. Hyun Joong tried to smile against the rising darkness that was eating all the space in his lungs. He was pissed and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
“Here, just sit, I’ll get the glass out of it.” Once Jung Min was sitting on the ground, his head cradled between his knees Hyun Joong set about brushing glass off the seats, it would need to be cleaned again, and the windows replaced again. He wanted to shoot something, wanted desperately to let out these weird feelings. He felt sick with it, killing had never been any huge moral dilemma before, it was like any job, like delivering noodles, but instead delivering a cold blade or a bullet, but he’d never wanted anyone in particular dead before. He wanted to rend that asshole limb from limb and leave his entrails as a bloody ‘X’ for the person who hired him to find. “Here, get in.” He even held open the passenger door.
When he shut it some of the glass that had been clinging stubbornly to the frame fell free and shattered on the ground. He kicked a piece as he walked around the car as slipped into the driver’s seat. He couldn’t even take pleasure in the feeling of the car under his hands. They sped through the streets, coming up fast on the apartment building where Jung Min lived, neither talking and the radio playing softly between them. The parking garage was well lit and empty, still neither of them moved when he cut the ignition.
“You.” Jung Min said, “…you really kill people don’t you?” There was something so shocked about his voice that Hyun Joong had to laugh.
“You didn’t believe me?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know?” He frowned, lips forming a familiar pout, and that was just scarily him, a weird mix of arrogance and naivety.
“I do.” He was aware of the weight of the gun in its holster strapped to his shoulders. “I’m going to kill him.” It was almost heavier then the words in his throat and as the slid across his tongue.
“…Okay. Just, okay.” Then Jung Min grabbed him and hauled him across the space that divided their seats and pressed his mouth against his own, lips parting instantly and his tongue lapping against Hyun Joong’s lips. The kiss felt like an answer, but hell if Hyun Joong knew what the question was.
**
“Hey.” Kyu Jong was sitting at the back of the bar, all smiles and dark hair spilling down the side of his face in a careful flip. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah.” He could actually say he missed the other man, there was just something about Kyu Jong, the way his smile radiated good will and peace on earth and all that crap that just plain made him feel better.
“That’s usually for the best.” He said with one of those shy grins.
Kyu Jong was an operator, someone who worked from the shadows and acted as an intermediate between the assassin and his employer in dangerous situations. He also kept tabs on the hits in the city, and was always there to watch his back.
“Unfortunately this is work related.” He slid into the chair across from Kyu Jong, bumping his foot under the table in a reassuring way.
“I figured as much.” Somehow his pout wasn’t as effective when compared to Jung Min’s. “What do you need?”
“I need to know who ordered a hit, and who it was ordered too. I’ll give you a quarter of my current fee.”
Kyu Jong frowned deeply at him. “You know I’m not supposed to tell you that.” They didn’t have a written code or anything but in general assassins tried to keep from stepping on each other’s toes. “This isn’t your usual mode.”
“I know, but I need to know. It’s getting personal.”
“Okay, I can find out.” Kyu Jong smiled at him, all warmth and deceiving innocence. “If you tell me what this is all about.” It was his turn to frown; of course Kyu Jong wouldn’t let him leave without sticking his mother henning nose in his business. He couldn’t think of the words for this, there wasn’t really a way to explain his anger, in his mind’s eye he could see Jung Min as he left him earlier that night wearing a loose sweat shirt and track pants ranting at his secretary on the phone, arms flailing and generally looking dumb.
“I’ve never tried to … protect life before- that has to mean something right?” Was what came out and both of them looked a little shocked at the admission. He could actually see the moment when Kyu Jong melted, his eyes going huge and liquid. He looked disturbingly glassy-eyed.
“Okay, okay.” He nodded, floppy hair falling into his eyes. “Of course I’ll help you.”
“Thanks.” He muttered feeling embarrassed. “His name is Park Jung Min, and he’s the acting CEO of Tri-corp. When you know who it is, you know how to get a hold of me.”
“Wait, do I get to meet him?” Kyu Jong just looked so damn happy that there wasn’t anything he could do but nod and curse the stupidly beautiful men that always managed to play him like a puppet. “I mean, this is personal, personal right?”
“What are you seven?” He laughed and Kyu Jong rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up with one finger and glaring at him. “I guess you could say it like that.” He shrugged, unwilling to commit himself to anything more.
When he got back to Jung Min’s apartment, and let himself inside (having a key to his apartment was for practical reasons only). The place was quiet, and he pulled off his hat, slipped out of his shoes and placed them next to Jung Min’s collection of boots on the rack. He found him lounging on his bed, laptop propped up on some pillows and kicking his bare feet in the air. He caught one of his feet mid-swing, but wasn’t fast enough to dodge the pillow thrown at his face. He grabbed the foot with his other hand too and pulled, and then it was on.
They rolled around the bed, tickling and smacking each other with pillows, Jung Min growling cutely and in return Hyun Joong shoved his hands up his shirt, and tickled down his flanks sending him into a shrieking fit. The laptop hit the floor with a crash and they both froze, staring at each other, Jung Min started laughing first and it travelled through where they came in contact, his infectious giggles setting Hyun Joong off. He was pretty sure he just broke some rule about hard-core assassins giggling, but he was finding it harder and harder to care. Least of all when Jung Min was under him, face flushed and heart shaped lips pulled against his teeth in one of his stupid smiles.
“I won.” He decreed, leaning down to kiss the other man, feeling Jung Min’s huff against his lips.
“Did not.” Smothered against his kiss, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders.
**
He had to slip out to meet Kyu Jong, the other having managed all the information he wanted in a surprising amount of time. He told Jung Min to stay put in his office, getting a rude gesture and a flash of his tongue in a childish display in return.
“This is the man you’re looking for.” Kyu Jong slid a folder across the table of the little café they were sitting in. He wore jeans and a tight polo shirt, hair still as floppy as ever. He looked more like a college student then any sort of shady business man.
He slid the picture out and almost choked. Slick hair, and a sharp pressed suit, the photo was of him leaning against a familiar silver car. He was one of the board members, a rather quiet man, Hyun Joong couldn’t think of anything special about him in the time he’d been tagging Jung Min, let alone what his name even was. He was completely unremarkable. “Really?” He arched his eyebrow at the photo.
“He made a large deposit into the account of Skies.” Another folder, with another photo, and Hyun Joong recognized this guy, scars covered half his face, like he’d got in a knife fight and lost, without his glasses and a shock of messy black hair he was definitely the man who had been terrorizing Jung Min these past few weeks. “Skies usually does hits for the mob, but lately he’s been opening up his clientele to include, well just about anybody.”
“I see.” He glared at the photo for a bit, already turning over all the ways he was going to make their lives living hell.
“You look all scary.” Kyu Jong said teasingly. “You know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe it is time we got out of this.”
Hyun Joong snorted, a wry grin on his face. “And what would you do?”
“I want to open a bar.” Said without hesitation and with conviction. “I want you to help me.”
“… I’ll think about it.”
“Do that.” Kyu Jong smiled at him, kind eyes shining in the sunlight and he couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe he did want a change in careers.
“See you later.” He had revenge to mete out.
As soon as he was on the side walk, leaving Kyu Jong happily munching on a sandwich in the café he pulled out his cell phone. He called the younger man, and it rang a few times before picking up with a click.
“Hello?” There were voices all around him and Hyun Joong’s heart leapt into his throat.
“Where are you?”
“Getting lunch.”
He snarled in annoyance, running the last few steps to his car. “Where?”
“Relax, I’m just going to grab my food and bring it back to my office. I’m heading back to my car now.”
“Hurry up.” He said and flicked his mobile closed, irrationally angry at Jung Min for putting himself in danger. He didn’t even feel this way about Kyu Jong whom he’d been protecting since they were kids, but he knew that Kyu Jong could take care of himself if he needed too, but Jung Min was just so damn clueless.
He pushed a few road laws, switching lanes and cutting off people as he weaved in an out of traffic, worry gnawing at his stomach. Now that his adversary had a face he found it harder to be rational about the situation, he was going to lock Jung Min in a room and just hold him there forever where he could keep him safe.
He parked in his usual spot and caught Jung Min’s car, the lights flashing and beeping to declare that it was locked, and as he was about to call out, caught sight of the dark coated man, a shock of black hair. His heart froze, and he sprinted back to his car, pulling his gun out from under the driver’s seat, and leaving the door open, unwilling to give away his presence.
“I’m not scared of you.” Jung Min’s voice echoed off the cement walls of the parking garage. “What do you want with me anyways?”
“You’ve been a hard man to get alone Park Jung Min.” Came the gravelly reply, and Hyun Joong crept around hi pillar, lining himself up properly, breath suddenly evening out, and his focus sharpened. He’d done this before, knew what he was doing, hands no longer shaking. “I’m going to look forward to this.”
Jung Min flinched when the gun came out muzzle pointed right at his face, and two shots went off simultaneously. He staggered back clutching his shoulder and Skies crumpled to the ground, bullet wound to the side of the head fatal. Hyun Joong stuffed his gun in the waist of his pants and sprinted to the distance between himself at the other man. He was bleeding from his shoulder, shock probably settling fast, even as the pool of blood spreading under the other man threatened his white leather shoes. He looked up at Hyun Joong pretty face speckled with blood but he smiled a little none the less when he saw him.
“Told you I’d get the mother fucker.” He said, pressing a kiss to his soft hair. “Let’s get you out of here.”
“Thank you.”
**
Sunlight poured down, making the red in Jung Min’s hair shine, his pink lips pulled into a flat line. Hyun Joong bodily wrestled Hyung Jae from the car, muzzle of his pistol pressed to the side of his head, and forced him down on his knees in the gravel. His suit was in disarray, having been a casualty of being tied up and then manhandled into the car as it sped through the streets. His glasses were knocked askew and Jung Min crouched down pushing them up his nose with his free hand, the other still in a sling.
“Hello.” He smiled pleasantly, that same absent look in his eyes as their first meeting. Hyun Joong for one would not underestimate him ever again.
“Why are you doing this?” He yelled and Jung Min just grinned wider.
“I know what you did.” He said simply, watching as the other man went from flushed to pale at an alarming speed. “I know that you never wanted me to take over, mother would have never put you in charge anyways you know. You’re not the brightest crayon in the box.”
“Fuck you.” He spat and Hyun Joong casually slapped him across the face in place of Jung Min who was still off strenuous activity. “You’re going to destroy everything I’ve worked for!”
“We’ll see.” Jung Min gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Well, I’ll see, you? You’re going to resign tomorrow and I’m never going to see your ugly face ever again.”
“I’m going to tell the cops what you’re doing.” He said with a note of panic in his voice as he stared from Jung Min to Hyun Joong. “You can’t make me do anything.”
“Really?” He pouted, lush bottom lip sticking out. “I think you’ll come to see it my way.” He nodded and Hyun Joong went over to the Lotus and pulled a red canister of gas out of the back. Unscrewing it and holding his breath against the smell he casually began to rain it down on the kneeling man. He sputtered and coughed as it quickly soaked his hair and suit. When he shook the last few drops free and tossed the canister, Jung Min sauntered back over. He was still too ridiculously pretty with that sneer on his face. Hyun Joong had to admire it, like seeing the other side of his innocent naïve lover; you had no choice but to admire a cruel streak. “Here.”
He stuck a cigarette in Hyung Jae’s mouth, and Hyun Joong dug out his lighter to toss it over, Jung Min deftly catching it with one hand and smiling at him in thanks. “So,” he said, voice deceptively light. “Going to resign?”
He flicked the lighter open and held it near the end of the cigarette. He held it steady even as the other man started to tremble, eyes too wide obviously not believing Jung Min would do it until the flame actually touched the end, Hyun Joong was under no such illusions. He started whimpering, nodding his head almost desperately copulating under the casual indifference in Jung Min’s eyes. Jung Min grabbed the cigarette and tossed it away from them with a pleased little grin. Grabbing his hair so he was tilted back enough to stare into his eyes he spoke low and deadly. “I’m never going to see you again.”
“Yes.” He hissed, looking wet and pathetic.
“I knew you’d see things my way.” He pushed him back down, so he was sprawled in a puddle of gas struggling to roll over with his hands tied. Strutting confidently over to his car and sliding into the passenger seat. Hyun Joong only took enough time to cut Hyung Jae free then, he was sliding into the driver’s seat. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and delicately cleaned Jung Min’s hand free of gas.
“You were so hot back there.” He admitted with a smile and Jung Min grinned.
“Of course I was.”
Epilogue -
“You know.” Jung Min said, where he was curled around Hyun Joong in the nest of sheets that had been kicked aside, he had his head curled on the other man’s chest and was walking his fingers down his tummy.
“Mmm?” Hyun Joong was already falling asleep, warm, content, and well fucked.
“I realized just how unsafe I really am.”
“Yeah.” He snorted, the arm wrapped around Jung Min’s shoulders pulling him closer without bothering to really listen to what he was saying.
“So I was thinking, there is a position here, as Head of Security, you can keep it.” His fingers found the rim of his navel and began toying with it, and he batted them away lazily.
“Are you hiring me, so I can stay and have sex with you?”
Jung Min looked up at him through his eyelashes, all coquettish innocence. He snorted, not buying it for an instant. “… That might be part of your contract.”
“I’ll think about it.” He said, lifting one of the roaming hands he’d caught to his lips so he could press a quick kiss there, lips finding the delicate skin that covered his pulse point and pressed a second kiss there.
He thought for about five minutes give or take, thought about how if he wasn’t there then god knew what kind of trouble Jung Min could get himself into. Thought about Kyu Jong and his dream bar, and how this would keep him closer to him, so he could be there for him too. Then, because he was a man he thought of all the insanely hot sex he’d been having and how it could go on indefinitely.
“Yeah, I’ll stay.” He also thought that he very may well be in love with Jung Min anyways. Maybe that was all the reason he really needed.
Group: SS501
Pairing: Hyun Joong / Jung Min
Chapter 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Gay sex, assassinations, first SS-fic
Summary: Hyun Joong is your everyday assassin, then his life is hijacked by a force of nature known only as Jung Min, now it is his job to protect the younger man, and it just gets worse from there.
Notes: How their solo-collection drama SHOULD have gone. Not.
“You’ve got the wrong number, what you need is a body guard.” Hyun Joong repeated very slowly, mildly annoyed when the other man seemed to flat out refuse to listen to him. It was like he possessed selective hearing, smiling absently and blinking blandly at him from behind large black rimmed glasses.
“I know what I need.” He said, pursing full pink lips, and were they glossed? Hyun Joong could only guess only somewhat distracted by hands on his hips and an obvious pout.
“You don’t have a target for me.” There had to be some rule in the hand book of assassination or something that he needed a target before it could be paid, it was… against his union rules. “So I don’t see what you want from me.” That got him a flick of long dark eyelashes the most reaction he’d gotten from the other man since they sat down.
“I know that someone is trying to kill me.” He explained with the same tone of voice one would use to say to a small child ‘no dear, you can’t eat the bug’.
“Do you have proof of this?” Because the other man didn’t seem all there, and Hyun Joong was way too busy to be playing along with delusions, even if they were the delusions of a millionaire.
“Yes. They tried once already, hit my secretary instead of me, the poor girl is still in the hospital.” The frown didn’t reach his curiously flat eyes. “She will hopefully make a full recovery.”
“Why don’t you get a body guard?” Maybe the third time would be the charm.
“If I want to get rid of this guy why not get someone who thinks like an assassin? It makes sense right? It is about being proactive, not reactive.”
“I guess.” Hyun Joong frowned, on some level, that did make logical sense.
“If anyone can catch him you can.” There was that wide smile.
“Sure.” Hyun Joong, managed not to sigh, but just barely. What the hell was he getting himself into?
**
He had to admit after shadowing Jung Min for a week that he had never worked for anyone quite so pretty before. It was quite possible he had just never met anyone quite that pretty. In the glittering sunlight he was leaning against his car, a completely subtle burnt orange Lotus Elise that screamed ‘I’m filthy loaded’, and eating a vanilla ice cream he had stopped randomly to grab from a vendor. Hyun Joong was trying to case the place, wondering if it was too open or too narrow, envisioning himself pulling a gun or knife and how he would do it. If he had a little more fun than necessary imagining, well that was between him and the sunlight.
“Come here.” A hand wave and a snap and Hyun Joong sighed out loud this time, trotting up to the other man’s side.
“You do know this would be easier if you didn’t keep bugging me.” He lied through his teeth and Jung Min smiled at him, lips red and probably cold from the soft serve.
“Want some?” Apparently they were back to the tactic of just ignore whatever he said if it didn’t fit with what Jung Min wanted. Admittedly it didn’t bother Hyun Joong as much as it should; it probably had a lot to do with the way that the sun all but glittered off his red hair, making his face look pale and almost doll-like. He held out his ice cream, one side all flat where he had been licking it and without really thinking about it he reached out and took the cone, licking the sweet soft-serve. “You don’t think they would try and poison me do you?”
“You eat by closing your eyes and pointing to a restaurant, it would be too hard to predict where you’ll stop to poison you.”
“I see.” He frowned, squinting against the sunlight. Even the length of his pale neck disappearing into the gay little scarf he had tied there was enticing. Hyun Joong could totally see why someone would want to fuck him, but so far little reason why someone would want to kill him. The idiot slammed on the breaks for cats crossing the street, he was completely harmless. “Can I have my ice cream back now?”
“I’m thinking about it.” Half of it was gone now, split between the two of them like some sloppy juvenile indirect kiss. While thinking about whether or not it would taste the same if he could lick the sweet vanilla taste out of Jung Min’s mouth directly he caught a flash of light out of the corner of his eyes. Movement at first attributed to the fringe of his curly hair, and then the form melted into a man; a man drawing a gun.
Without thought for the mother and child to their left, or the barely legal girl who was manning the ice cream stand Hyun Joong flung himself at Jung Min, grabbing his shoulders in a tight grip and pulling him to his chest and throwing them both at the floor even as the sharp crack of gunfire filled the air. Screams erupted all around them, piercing wails of frightened females, and Jung Min’s breath on his throat as they used the car as cover. “Oh my god, it’s shooting at me.” Jung Min whispered in horror, squeaking faintly when Hyun Joong bodily hauled them over, so he was on top, and could pull his own gun from his shoulder holster.
“Stay behind the wheel.”
“Okay.” A nod and he crab-walked/scuttled so his back was leaning against the wheel watching Hyun Joong with eyes that finally registered fear. It was a look he rarely saw, preferring personally to kill before they even knew it was coming. Peeking over the low window of the sports car he winced at the bullet hole that went straight through the windows, just about where Jung Min had been leaning. Everyone else had either ducked or fled and nothing in the street moved, he scanned left and right, picking out vantage points and searching for the flash of harsh sunlight off gunmetal. Nothing. The sudden and deathly silence was finally broken by a loud squeal, tires screaming over pavement, and a black car shot down the street.
“Is it safe?” Jung Min was already up and peaking over the exaggerated slope of the trunk, and Hyun Joong slapped him round the head lightly.
“Next time ask before you move.”
“Hey!” His lips looked even better pouting, even if his face was too-pale with fear.
“We should probably go, unless you want to talk with the police.”
“No, not really.”
The look on his face when he caught sight of the damage to his car was mixed disgust and something that looked like incredulity. Hyun Joong caught his hand as he went to walk to the driver’s side; he looked unsteady on those long legs. “I’ll drive.”
“…Okay.” He handed over the keys with a worrying lack of protest, sliding into the passenger seat after brushing the glass out with the sleeve of his jacket. Surveying the scene one more time, the ice cream girl was nowhere to be found and he could still hear the kid crying somewhere off to the left, people were starting to gather, gawking at him and the car. Patented ignorance, Hyun Joong could probably ignore a whole damn explosion if it wasn’t right in front of him, he walked round the car and using his jacket to brush off a few shards of glass, hoping he wouldn’t end up with any in his ass.
“Stop.” Jung Min was starting to look less like he was in danger of going into shock, and held his hand out demandingly .
“I’m not going to switched places with you.” He glared at the other man as sternly as he could manage, exasperated and oddly amused at the same time.
“Puh-leze.” He drawled, “I don’t want you bleeding on the leather, give me your hand.”
Hyun Joong hadn’t even realized he had managed to cut his hand, probably when they hit the ground? His left hand was scraped up, and now that he’d noticed it, it began to sting, thanks a lot. Grudgingly he held out his hand and the silky scarf Jung Min wore around his neck all the time came off with a little tug at the knot. Long fingers tugged and pulled at his own, if they were sharing an indirect kiss before over the ice cream, it was holding hands now. It may have made his heart beat a little fast but he wasn’t going to admit it to anyone. A knot that was too tight, but the paisley scarf did stop the bleeding. He was not going to turn into a fourteen year old girl about this.
But god, the whole episode was worth it if only to get behind the wheel of that car, the Lotus clawed up the road like a playful cat, with all the power of a lion just under his hands. It was almost physically painful to stick to the speed limit, the purr and hum of the engine soothing and exhilarating all at once. It was like the best kind of sex all sleek lines and smooth caresses. So what if there was a draft from the bullet hole in the window, and he was sure there was a piece of glass that was just waiting to lodge itself in his ass, well that was worth it too. No wonder Jung Min was so damn protective of the car, it was a wet dream come true.
He had only been in Jung Min’s apartment a few times, usually tailing him up to his door then leaving to his own hotel room, courtesy of his employer, or the usual drinks for the night. The place was classy, and more than a little messy on the days between the maid’s visits. His coat was flung at the couch, moving yesterday’s jacket so Hyun Joong could sit with him.
“So?” Jung Min bit his bottom lip, pearly white teeth catching pink and Hyun Joong bit back a faint groan, it was like porn some days. He was almost certain that Jung Min did it on purpose.
“Well you weren’t lying, someone really is trying to kill you.”
“Obviously.” He snorted, rolling his eyes.
“Well…” This meant he actually had to work; his contract said all but ‘I’ll sue you if I die.’ Jung Min had a very well drafted paper giving him the official title of ‘Head of Personal Security’ not that his pay stub ever said ‘Assassin for Hire’. But if the other man’s life really was in danger then he would have to keep him alive long enough to kill whoever was trying to kill him to keep the stupid amount of money given. “Do you know who it is?”
“If I knew that then I would have dealt with it already.” He had the same tone as a teenage girl telling him that answering her mobile was more important than getting the hell out of his way; hands on his hips to match the bitchy expression (bad experience in one too many internet cafe). It was sort of funny in a ‘leading business of tomorrow’/’People’s Top 100’ kind of way.
“Of course.” He just shook his head, smiling faintly at Jung Min.
**
Jung Min tossed his head, moaning, endless legs splayed wide, long fingers clinging to the bedding. His pink lips looked even better after Hyun Joong spent the day kissing them. Well it felt like the day, but not too much time could have passed since he’d pressed Jung Min to the elevator of his building, sliding his hands into the back pocket of his slim jeans and pressed his mouth to one baby-smooth cheek. They hadn’t been able to stop there, tearing at each other’s clothing as soon as the front door closed behind them.
“Feel good?” He drawled, pressing his mouth to the smooth skin of one thigh and sliding down to press kisses to the soft flesh just above one bony knee. “Come on tell me.” Jung Min lifted onto his elbows to stare at Hyun Joong, face flushed with arousal and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, giving him the same coy-eyed look he did when he was offering to share his food. It was oddly a fitting look for the situation. He bit down on a choice piece of skin, sucking a bruise into it with a scrape of the sharp ends of his canines that made the body under him jump and jerk like a puppet.
“Oh god. You’re trying to kill me.” He hissed all wide eyes and bitten lips.
“I won’t let you die.” He bit down harder and Jung Min gasped and shook, falling flat against the bed with a loud moan. “You’re not allowed.”
His skin tasted soft and silky, and there was already a vivid bruise blooming in his inner thigh, blood rushing fast just under the surface, he could feel it with the flat of his tongue. He knew he should stop, but he couldn’t stop biting and licking, feeling the other man so alive under his hands. It had been another close call, the glare off something metallic making something in his stomach coil, some primal instinct. Common sense said there were too many people on the street for a clean shot, but he couldn’t stop the way he slide up next to Jung Min all the same. Jung Min’s only response to his instinct was to laugh, tossing his shining hair in the sunlight. He barely had enough time to react, meeting his own reflection in the man’s mirrored glasses, Jung Min cursing where he’d been flung into a passing woman but safely out of reach of a small knife. Hyun Joong lost his opponent in the crowd, darting across a busy street to a concert of blaring horns and screeching tires. He would have gone after him, or that is if it hadn’t felt wrong leaving Jung Min behind like that apologizing profusely to the woman who’d managed to catch him.
He’d been shook up, pale and close to frantic when Hyun Joong returned, not a trace of his usual arrogance. It looked wrong on him, Jung Min was always in charge, always ready to bitch and whine and most importantly invulnerable. In that instant it was everything he could do to not try and kiss that look off his face. It was a heady feeling.
“Just touch me already.” Jung Min hissed, planting his heels and using the leverage to lift his hips so his cock, heavy with blood, bumped against Hyun Joong’s cheek. It was so hot it almost burned, and smelled musky, his mouth actually watered there for a moment, saliva slick under his tongue.
Okay so he hadn’t held off very long, but Jung Min’s lips had been so pink against his pale face, and his fingers shook. It was all he could do. Hold him close and comfort him in the best way he knew how.
“Nope.” He grinned at the frustrated sound that tore from the other man’s throat. The hickey was bright against his skin and Hyun Joong pulled back to kiss it once, switching to place tiny kisses along the other leg. Legs like this would make a woman jealous, endless and slim, thighs that fit against his palm perfectly. He nipped the other just because he could.
“I hope you don’t plan on biting anything else.” Jung Min groaned and Hyun Joong muffled a snicker against his skin. “Because if you do, I’m firing you.” The last part broke into a squeak as he mouthed one of his balls, the thin skin a different texture under his lips. Such a vulnerable little piece of anatomy, skin warm and crinkly under his tongue like tissue paper and he tugged and played, stabbing a the divide between them with the point of his tongue and Jung Min groaned and twisted his hips under the assault. Pressing his legs out of the way, and where did a CEO get so flexible anyways, until Jung Min took the hint and held them up to his chest so Hyun Joong could curve his back and press a soft kiss to the skin just behind heavy balls.
“Hold like that.”
“What are --oh!” Without any leverage Jung Min couldn’t do anything, but that didn’t stop a flailing foot from catching him in the shoulder, he swatted it away. Another swipe of his tongue across the area made the other man groan, and Hyun Joong grinned to himself, wondering what he would think about another hickey right there on his ass. It was with a smile that he pressed his mouth to the tiny hole and gently pushing the flat of his tongue against it. There were so many textures on the human body, the taught firmness of skin pulled tight over his sternum, the ridged skin of his palms and feet, curious webbing between fingers and toes, the silky skin inside his thighs and arms, the smooth glide of skin over steel of a needy cock, and the secret places like this one and Hyun Joong wanted to taste them all. Maybe, leave his mark on all of them too.
This one was furled, and he scraped his teeth over the ridges pulling a long whimpering cry from the other man, which admittedly sounded a lot better than the usual bitching did. That helpless little whining sound he made when he blew across the wet skin had his stomach clenching, dick bobbing without being touched. His tongue slipped inside when he pressed hard enough, tight and hot. He pressed his thumb against the rim, until it gave way, saliva running down the corners of his mouth as he licked and slurped all around where his thumb had managed to breach the younger man. “How’s this?” He sat back on his haunches, licking his lips chin damp with saliva and feeling rather satisfied with himself. “Good?”
“Yes.” He met Jung Min’s eyes, wide and unfocused, and smirked. Damn but he was good. “More.”
It didn’t surprise him that the other man demanded rather then asked, but as usual he copulated easily enough. He had yet to find something he was unwilling to do for him. He pressed his thumb in so that the rest of his hand was flush with the smooth curve of his ass, it was so smooth and hot, he was willing to bet a limb that it would feel like sinking into warm oil, pushing his cock in that tight space. Shivering, gooseflesh spreading down his forearms, god, he couldn’t wait, but Jung Min made most incredible noises when he wiggled his thumb around, pressing against the smooth walls inside him and it made him want to spend forever here just teasing the other man. He pulled his hand back, managing the lube one-handed until he could drizzle it over his fingers, they shone in the low mood-lighting of Jung Min’s bedroom, drops landing on the sheet and turning the fabric dark. The bed was going to get a hell of a lot more messy if he had anything to say about it.
His middle finger slid easily into the other man, making him moan and wriggle, the movement looking like a painful cross between trying to press closer and inch his way up the bed to ease the pressure. But god, even now he was too pretty. The flush had spread down from his face to his chest, pale skin hiding nothing, there was another red mark just above his left nipple where Hyun Joong had bit down too hard. He was so going to pay for it whenever Jung Min was mobile, and coherent (and wasn’t that great for his ego?) so he might as well milk it while he could, building up frustration like a jenga tower because Jung Min made the sweetest noises. The lube didn’t taste like anything, slightly chemical maybe, but it was thick along his tongue when he licked happily at the crease between groin and thigh, wiry hairs tickling the side of his cheek, Jung Min shivered moaning brokenly.
“More more more.” He thought that he could come to love this, the feeling of that ridiculously arrogant man moaning and begging under him, so shamelessly wanting more wanting him.
“Yeah, okay.” He grinned, slipping his hand free and pressing two in this time, the resistance squeezing his fingers together, tight and slippery. Jung Min twitched each time his fingers slipped a little inside him and all out yelped when Hyun Joong pried them apart stretching him open. It was actually kind of like conducting a symphony he thought with a barely repressed snort. Enough teasing for the both of them, he carefully pulled his hand back, wrapping his slick hand around Jung Min’s cock and giving it a few slow tugs, legs falling to the side and open around him in invitation.
How to do this, he could roll him over and ride him, sit back and make Jung Min ride him instead, on their sides slow and intimate, or take advantage of his partner’s innate flexibility and do it like this, face to face? The condom had vanished somewhere in the pool of sheets, but Hyun Joong was more than determined, and his fingers bumped into the foil square just to the left of Jung Min’s hip. Dark eyes watched him with a fixed intenseness that made him moan out loud as well as his own fingers bumped clumsily over his dick, he had this much trouble with a rubber since he was in high school. Jung Min wasn’t helping at all; he kicked Hyun Joong in the thigh as he was rearranging his legs, lifting himself onto his elbows so he could watch too.
“Ready?” He asked, voice rumbling from his chest, throat tight with apprehension.
“If I were any more ready I’d be fucking myself.” He muttered darkly and Hyun Joong couldn’t restrain his snort this time. He seriously doubted that was possible, but Jung Min was kicking him again, pointy heels digging into his flanks just under his ribs, and mother fuck that hurt. He pinched the lush curve of his ass and the other man gasped, easing off the pressure on his kidney.
“Be good.” He admonished, pressing Jung Min’s legs off him so he could press the blunt head of his dick against his stretched ass.
“Dammit, Hyun Joong.” Strong voice agonized, eyes flashing from his flushed face. “Please.”
Twisting his head he could just press his lips to the inside of Jung Min’s knee, the skin there bare of any hair and too soft against his lips. Walking a few inches on his knees had them flush together, the backs of Jung Min’s thighs pressing against his chest, knees slung casually over his shoulders and butt pressed against his hips. Worming a hand between them he took hold of his dick and pressed so that the blunt head was stretching him open, so slow it had to burn, working its way inside the tall man’s body. Jung Min hissed angry words at him, pretty much until Hyun Joong was pressing inside his body then they seemed to dry up, his mouth going into a surprised ‘o’ and his back trying to arch off the bed. He slid inside in one long and steady push, feeling that tight heat enveloping him until he was so close that he felt it would just take another push to crawl inside him. From the look of shocked pleasure on the other man’s face he felt more or less the same way.
“How’s that?” He shifted, and Jung Min’s breath hitched, his cock shifting around inside, if he spread his knees and sat back on his feet he had the leverage needed to press up and forward.
“Good. It feels full.” He could see the strain of abdominals just under Jung Min’s stomach working as he tried to shift around in Hyun Joong’s lap. “Really full.” He bit his lip, his shifting stilling completely as he let out a shaky breath. Hyun Joong just smirked. He took a grip on the bony jut of his hips, using his legs and arms together to push and pull, cock slipping back to press deeper into the body sprawled across his legs.
They couldn’t go very fast like this, it suited Hyun Joong fine, the slow burn of sex sliding down his spine and making every nerve ending come alive with the sweet drag of friction along the length of his cock. Jung Min on the other hand was getting increasingly vocal, and demanding, twisting as much as their position would allow trying to force the other man into going faster. His legs slid down from his shoulders to wrap around his torso again giving Jung Min enough purchase to fuck himself back on Hyun Joong’s cock. Another smooth slow thrust and a swat to his arm by annoyed fingers, he growled grabbing his the offending hand then the other and pulling until he had the younger man sitting astride his legs, both of them bent at a bit of an awkward angle, but gravity was doing its work and Jung Min groaned low and deep as Hyun Joong’s cock slid deeper into him.
He shifted around, Hyun Joong’s hands coming down instantly to grab two palm-fulls of his ass, pulling it down, and grinding his hips in a slow circle up. They both moaned, Jung Min’s head falling to the front so his chin touched his chest and his lips brushed the other man’s sweaty forehead. And while he still couldn’t move very fast like this Jung Min could at least do all the work, raising himself on trembling thighs and sinking slow and hot down, impaling himself. Curious fingers stole under his butt, probing and feeling where skin was stretched tight and he could feel his own dick pressing in, rubbing at the place where they were joined because Jung Min’s voice broke over his name desperately each time he did.
Jung Min was moving faster now, bouncing on his lap in earnest, panting breath against his ear, and he needed to hold onto his hips to keep the angle right. It wasn’t enough, orgasm was tingling in his toes and trying to crawl slow thick up his spine to settle in his belly, but it wasn’t fast enough, not hard enough, he needed more. “Stop stop.” Jung Min whined in the back of his throat, blunt nails digging into his shoulders as he kept trying to lift himself, but held in place by fingers digging into his hip.
“Let me go.” He hissed, all spitting anger and bitten lips.
“Turn around.” It was difficult, what with those endless legs, and Hyun Joong wasn’t about to admit it, but the flash of his mark on pale skin made his dick twitch where it was still lodged deep inside the younger man. They managed it with no injury, and soon he was presented with the nape of the other man’s neck, the ends of his red hair sticking to sweaty skin, shoulders trembling with the effort of staying that way, his thighs splayed on the outside of Hyun Joong’s. This brought a totally different set of sensation, his tight nipples rubbing the sleek skin of the other man’s back, sending a separate set of shivers racing down his spine, and choked whimpers spilling from the other man’s mouth with just as much frequency as demands earlier with the new position bringing his cock closer to that sweet spot inside him.
It still wasn’t enough, pleasure zinging from the roots of his hair star-burst intense at his nipples and in his balls but not enough yet. Arms around the other man’s torso he bent at the waist, pressing until Jung Min got the hint and splayed his torso across the bed, leaning down on his elbows so that the curves of his ass were pressed firmly into the cradle of Hyun Joong’s hips. He bent over him so that he was fallowing the curve of his spine with his tongue, able to trace the strong muscles of his shoulders with reverent fingers until urgent wiggling forced him into motion. Rearing back he placed Jung Min between his knees, tossing the longer bits of his hair, but they still clung to the edges of his face wit with perspiration. He was really fucking him now, hands sliding slick against his skin as he pounded into his willing body, Jung Min moaning and cursing him between breathy gasps.
He couldn’t last too long like this, the pressure was perfect, Jung Min’s body felt like it was made to fit his cock, friction so sweet along the skin. He was chasing the end desperately and it was building in his stomach, the slow roar of an oncoming tsunami and he was throwing himself headlong in front of it. There, and all he needed was a little more, heart beating triple-time in his ears, and the smooth bow of Jung Min’s back in front of him, jolting with every slap of hips against his ass.
It almost took him by surprise, ripping thought his body, tearing down his spine and setting everything alight along the way. For one perfect moment everything was perfect, it was only him and Jung Min, and a hazy sense of the room, and exploding lights because his eyes were pressed so tightly closed, and then everything was rushing, pulsing up from his dick in waves of toe curling pleasure. It came in waves, his stomach muscles twitching as he pressed as close to the other man as physically possible. “Fuck.” He moaned against one heaving shoulder, pressing his cheek there and licking faintly at the salty skin.
“Get off, I can’t reach.” Came the hissed reply and obediently sat back, pulling Jung Min with him so he was sitting on his lap again, cock still pressed deep inside him. He splayed his hands on the insides of his thighs, rubbing the slick skin soothingly still feeling dopey from the endorphins playing catch-twenty two in his brain.
“Get yourself off.” He said, pressing his lips to the other man’s shoulder. He found a nice piece of skin and began to worry it with his teeth and tongue.
“Jerk.” But his voice caught on the word, muscles shifting under his skin as he wiggled around, bringing his own hands down to his neglected dick. Hyun Joong smoothed his palms up over his hips and his flat tummy, following the lines of his rib cage up over his pectorals to flick his nails over dark taught nipples and he moaned, leaning his head back so it rested against Hyun Joong’s shoulder. If he pressed up he could hook his chin over it then and see down over the plains of his body, past where his hands had caught each nipple between his fingers and he was tugging on them and pinching softly and generally trying to push Jung Min further, to where his pretty hands were tugging at his equally pretty cock. Long and slender, red head poking up between long fingers and short manicured nails with every twitch and thrust of his hips.
Between all four hands rubbing and caressing his body he was shuddering against Hyun Joong’s chest in no time, sticky white fluid splashing against his tummy and slicking his hand as he moaned his way through his own orgasm.
Sated, for the time being, they collapsed against the sheets, Hyun Joong tossed the condom in the general direction of the garbage and feeling boneless curled on his side so he was face to face with his lover, grinning stupidly to himself. Pink lips were swollen and slick, tongue wetting it every so often as his rushing breath dried them out. He leaned in for a kiss but met a palm pressed to his mouth. “Go brush your teeth first.” Eyes glaring playfully at him from under the other man’s dark red bangs, “you put your mouth … there before. No way you’re kissing me until you brush your teeth.”
Hyun Joong snorted inelegantly through his nose and started licking his palm out of spite and that got a shriek and flailing hands. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Rolling out of bed he ran a hand through his sweaty hair making it stick up as he sauntered naked to Jung Min’s large bathroom. “I’m going to use your tooth brush,” he called over his shoulder, not disappointed by the answering shriek.
**
He was sitting on Jung Min’s desk, the other man was in the attached board room, setting up … something, Hyun Joong wasn’t even remotely interested in what sort of administrative duties the other man had for the day. He was toying with a paper weight the other man had on his desk, rolling it between his hands and thinking over the situation. He’d been working for him for almost a full two and a half weeks now, and the sex was almost as good as the pay, well some nights it was better, but that was besides the point.
What was the point? He wasn’t too sure. It probably had less to do with how he was going to be rolling around in cash after this, and more to do with the fact that his teeth marks were bruised into the other man’s skin on several places, and that marked him as his, and he was going to fuck up whoever dared interfere. Muffled shrieking from the board room didn’t even make him start, followed by the raised voice of his secretary (now back to work even with a sling on her arm) and he bit back a smile.
“What are you grinning about to yourself?” Jung Min was giving him a stare that said ‘weird-o’, and he let his grin grow, all but beaming at the other man shrugging. It wasn’t important. “I have this meeting today, then I’ll just be in my office until dinner, you don’t need to be here.”
“I want to see how some of your employees react.” He shrugged, and Jung Min made a face at him, clearly not sold on the idea. Well it wasn’t like he was giving the other man a choice in the matter anyways. He was after all, Head of Security.
Which was how he found himself bored out of his mind, more interested in watching Jung Min prowl around his board room, tight fitting white button-down and a deep purple die, red glasses perched on the end of his nose giving him a geek-chick look. Black pinstripes made his legs look even longer and Hyun Joong was deep in thought about whether or not he could talk him into trading blow jobs in his office later or if it would be too loud. What a waste of his afternoon, all of Jung Min’s top employees were all old men, each one uglier then the last, all slicked back hair and sitting ram-rod straight in their chair, nodding and smiling at whatever Jung Min had to say.
He knew that the younger man had inherited the company, which was an off-shoot of a larger company, and that his mother ran the main branch in Japan. Jung Min explained all of this in a completely blasé tone, as they shared take-out in his living room and watching tv. There could potentially be some bad blood here, seeing as he was usually half the age of any of these men here, and at least three times as pretty. Hyun Joong himself got some odd looks, eyes flicking over him leaning near the door, but Jung Min didn’t introduce him, and so he let them squirm.
He had to get his kicks somehow.
None of them seemed to be particularly aggressive, and at the same time, no one seemed overly fond of him either. Shaking his head, and shifting so that he could shift his weight off the leg that fell asleep he was already anticipating the night, escorting Jung Min home, and hopefully right into the shower where he would push him to his knees, and the prettiest mouth he’d ever seen would wrap itself so sweetly around his cock. Which had the added benefit of stopping the torrent of words.
What happened was a little different than that, Hyun Joong had spent the afternoon wandering around and just generally hanging out, he looked in all the near-by stored and bought himself a cute hat, while Jung Min finished his paper work. When it was time to go and escort him to pick up dinner, seeing as between the two of them they made more of a mess in the kitchen then edible food, and back to his flat for a nice evening ‘protecting’ him. Well he did use protection so he wasn’t all that guilty about it. On the road to their normal restaurant Hyun Joong noticed a sleek silver car in the rear-view, admiring the curves of the hood he smiled, he still liked Jung Min’s car better even if he was never allowed to drive it.
Four blocks later when the car was still on their tail he began to get suspicious. He couldn’t quite make out who was driving, a large pair of sunglasses hiding his face, and he frowned mentally drowning out Jung Min’s singing along to the radio. They turned left, and so did the car, it wasn’t enough to say the car was following them, but he’d bet money that it was. A shiver went down his spine and he shifted so he could reach the shoulder holster better, Jung Min still completely oblivious. A thrill went down his spine, adrenaline beginning to rush in his veins; maybe he would catch the fucker this time and find out who hired him.
“Turn left here.”
“But the place is right there.”
“Turn.”
They turned left, and if he wasn’t so absorbed in the left signal light of the silver car then he might have smiled at the obedience.
“What’s going on?” The radio was still blaring too loud between them, Jung Min sounded startled.
“We’re being followed, just keep driving.” He risked a look at the other man, meeting his eyes and trying to look as reassuring as he could. The silver car stayed tight on their rear bumper the whole time.
“We’re going to need gas soon; I was going to fill up after we got food.”
“See that parking garage over there? Pull in there and go up to the top.” The car swung into the turn off cutting off a red van, horn blaring. Jung Min took the ramps too fast, the inertia pulling Hyun Joong close to the door. They squealed to a stop at the top, the evening sky expanding above their heads.
“What now?”
“Get out, and get behind the car.” He was already stabbing at his own seatbelt release, scrambling to get behind the car and shove Jung Min down so he was crouching against the wheel. Pulling out his gun he braced it against the hood of the car crouching down and waiting. It seemed like nothing moved, the city went on below them, a siren sounding in the distance, but up here there were no other cars and only the setting sun to light the scene. Finally headlights filled the entrance and the silver car rolled to a stop across the lot from them. The driver’s side window rolled down but he didn’t make a move.
“What do you want?!” Jung Min startled him by yelling. There was no response. “Whatever you’re being paid, I’m sure I could compensate you!”
The window above Jung Min’s head exploded with glass and he squealed, flinging his hands up to protect his face, Hyun Joong didn’t hesitate, firing back on the car, which was pulling a tight doughnut and vanished into the darkness of the opening of the car park. He missed the first shot, and the second only hitting the rear window.
“Son of a bitch.” Hyun Joong snarled, slamming his hand down on the hood, that fucker was playing with him.
Jung Min was crouching by his feet in a sea of safety glass, hands raised, and staring at him with wide eyes. He was staring at his gun, face pale and very obviously shaken. Sighing to himself he put the gun back in his holster and offered the other man a hand up, which he took, leaning on Hyun Joong’s shoulder as he fought to get his legs under him.
“How about we just get delivery tonight?” He frowned at the car, both windows had been shattered by the shot. Again.
“Why my car?” Jung Min lamented right on cue, a pout audible in his strained voice. Hyun Joong tried to smile against the rising darkness that was eating all the space in his lungs. He was pissed and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
“Here, just sit, I’ll get the glass out of it.” Once Jung Min was sitting on the ground, his head cradled between his knees Hyun Joong set about brushing glass off the seats, it would need to be cleaned again, and the windows replaced again. He wanted to shoot something, wanted desperately to let out these weird feelings. He felt sick with it, killing had never been any huge moral dilemma before, it was like any job, like delivering noodles, but instead delivering a cold blade or a bullet, but he’d never wanted anyone in particular dead before. He wanted to rend that asshole limb from limb and leave his entrails as a bloody ‘X’ for the person who hired him to find. “Here, get in.” He even held open the passenger door.
When he shut it some of the glass that had been clinging stubbornly to the frame fell free and shattered on the ground. He kicked a piece as he walked around the car as slipped into the driver’s seat. He couldn’t even take pleasure in the feeling of the car under his hands. They sped through the streets, coming up fast on the apartment building where Jung Min lived, neither talking and the radio playing softly between them. The parking garage was well lit and empty, still neither of them moved when he cut the ignition.
“You.” Jung Min said, “…you really kill people don’t you?” There was something so shocked about his voice that Hyun Joong had to laugh.
“You didn’t believe me?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know?” He frowned, lips forming a familiar pout, and that was just scarily him, a weird mix of arrogance and naivety.
“I do.” He was aware of the weight of the gun in its holster strapped to his shoulders. “I’m going to kill him.” It was almost heavier then the words in his throat and as the slid across his tongue.
“…Okay. Just, okay.” Then Jung Min grabbed him and hauled him across the space that divided their seats and pressed his mouth against his own, lips parting instantly and his tongue lapping against Hyun Joong’s lips. The kiss felt like an answer, but hell if Hyun Joong knew what the question was.
**
“Hey.” Kyu Jong was sitting at the back of the bar, all smiles and dark hair spilling down the side of his face in a careful flip. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah.” He could actually say he missed the other man, there was just something about Kyu Jong, the way his smile radiated good will and peace on earth and all that crap that just plain made him feel better.
“That’s usually for the best.” He said with one of those shy grins.
Kyu Jong was an operator, someone who worked from the shadows and acted as an intermediate between the assassin and his employer in dangerous situations. He also kept tabs on the hits in the city, and was always there to watch his back.
“Unfortunately this is work related.” He slid into the chair across from Kyu Jong, bumping his foot under the table in a reassuring way.
“I figured as much.” Somehow his pout wasn’t as effective when compared to Jung Min’s. “What do you need?”
“I need to know who ordered a hit, and who it was ordered too. I’ll give you a quarter of my current fee.”
Kyu Jong frowned deeply at him. “You know I’m not supposed to tell you that.” They didn’t have a written code or anything but in general assassins tried to keep from stepping on each other’s toes. “This isn’t your usual mode.”
“I know, but I need to know. It’s getting personal.”
“Okay, I can find out.” Kyu Jong smiled at him, all warmth and deceiving innocence. “If you tell me what this is all about.” It was his turn to frown; of course Kyu Jong wouldn’t let him leave without sticking his mother henning nose in his business. He couldn’t think of the words for this, there wasn’t really a way to explain his anger, in his mind’s eye he could see Jung Min as he left him earlier that night wearing a loose sweat shirt and track pants ranting at his secretary on the phone, arms flailing and generally looking dumb.
“I’ve never tried to … protect life before- that has to mean something right?” Was what came out and both of them looked a little shocked at the admission. He could actually see the moment when Kyu Jong melted, his eyes going huge and liquid. He looked disturbingly glassy-eyed.
“Okay, okay.” He nodded, floppy hair falling into his eyes. “Of course I’ll help you.”
“Thanks.” He muttered feeling embarrassed. “His name is Park Jung Min, and he’s the acting CEO of Tri-corp. When you know who it is, you know how to get a hold of me.”
“Wait, do I get to meet him?” Kyu Jong just looked so damn happy that there wasn’t anything he could do but nod and curse the stupidly beautiful men that always managed to play him like a puppet. “I mean, this is personal, personal right?”
“What are you seven?” He laughed and Kyu Jong rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up with one finger and glaring at him. “I guess you could say it like that.” He shrugged, unwilling to commit himself to anything more.
When he got back to Jung Min’s apartment, and let himself inside (having a key to his apartment was for practical reasons only). The place was quiet, and he pulled off his hat, slipped out of his shoes and placed them next to Jung Min’s collection of boots on the rack. He found him lounging on his bed, laptop propped up on some pillows and kicking his bare feet in the air. He caught one of his feet mid-swing, but wasn’t fast enough to dodge the pillow thrown at his face. He grabbed the foot with his other hand too and pulled, and then it was on.
They rolled around the bed, tickling and smacking each other with pillows, Jung Min growling cutely and in return Hyun Joong shoved his hands up his shirt, and tickled down his flanks sending him into a shrieking fit. The laptop hit the floor with a crash and they both froze, staring at each other, Jung Min started laughing first and it travelled through where they came in contact, his infectious giggles setting Hyun Joong off. He was pretty sure he just broke some rule about hard-core assassins giggling, but he was finding it harder and harder to care. Least of all when Jung Min was under him, face flushed and heart shaped lips pulled against his teeth in one of his stupid smiles.
“I won.” He decreed, leaning down to kiss the other man, feeling Jung Min’s huff against his lips.
“Did not.” Smothered against his kiss, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders.
**
He had to slip out to meet Kyu Jong, the other having managed all the information he wanted in a surprising amount of time. He told Jung Min to stay put in his office, getting a rude gesture and a flash of his tongue in a childish display in return.
“This is the man you’re looking for.” Kyu Jong slid a folder across the table of the little café they were sitting in. He wore jeans and a tight polo shirt, hair still as floppy as ever. He looked more like a college student then any sort of shady business man.
He slid the picture out and almost choked. Slick hair, and a sharp pressed suit, the photo was of him leaning against a familiar silver car. He was one of the board members, a rather quiet man, Hyun Joong couldn’t think of anything special about him in the time he’d been tagging Jung Min, let alone what his name even was. He was completely unremarkable. “Really?” He arched his eyebrow at the photo.
“He made a large deposit into the account of Skies.” Another folder, with another photo, and Hyun Joong recognized this guy, scars covered half his face, like he’d got in a knife fight and lost, without his glasses and a shock of messy black hair he was definitely the man who had been terrorizing Jung Min these past few weeks. “Skies usually does hits for the mob, but lately he’s been opening up his clientele to include, well just about anybody.”
“I see.” He glared at the photo for a bit, already turning over all the ways he was going to make their lives living hell.
“You look all scary.” Kyu Jong said teasingly. “You know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe it is time we got out of this.”
Hyun Joong snorted, a wry grin on his face. “And what would you do?”
“I want to open a bar.” Said without hesitation and with conviction. “I want you to help me.”
“… I’ll think about it.”
“Do that.” Kyu Jong smiled at him, kind eyes shining in the sunlight and he couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe he did want a change in careers.
“See you later.” He had revenge to mete out.
As soon as he was on the side walk, leaving Kyu Jong happily munching on a sandwich in the café he pulled out his cell phone. He called the younger man, and it rang a few times before picking up with a click.
“Hello?” There were voices all around him and Hyun Joong’s heart leapt into his throat.
“Where are you?”
“Getting lunch.”
He snarled in annoyance, running the last few steps to his car. “Where?”
“Relax, I’m just going to grab my food and bring it back to my office. I’m heading back to my car now.”
“Hurry up.” He said and flicked his mobile closed, irrationally angry at Jung Min for putting himself in danger. He didn’t even feel this way about Kyu Jong whom he’d been protecting since they were kids, but he knew that Kyu Jong could take care of himself if he needed too, but Jung Min was just so damn clueless.
He pushed a few road laws, switching lanes and cutting off people as he weaved in an out of traffic, worry gnawing at his stomach. Now that his adversary had a face he found it harder to be rational about the situation, he was going to lock Jung Min in a room and just hold him there forever where he could keep him safe.
He parked in his usual spot and caught Jung Min’s car, the lights flashing and beeping to declare that it was locked, and as he was about to call out, caught sight of the dark coated man, a shock of black hair. His heart froze, and he sprinted back to his car, pulling his gun out from under the driver’s seat, and leaving the door open, unwilling to give away his presence.
“I’m not scared of you.” Jung Min’s voice echoed off the cement walls of the parking garage. “What do you want with me anyways?”
“You’ve been a hard man to get alone Park Jung Min.” Came the gravelly reply, and Hyun Joong crept around hi pillar, lining himself up properly, breath suddenly evening out, and his focus sharpened. He’d done this before, knew what he was doing, hands no longer shaking. “I’m going to look forward to this.”
Jung Min flinched when the gun came out muzzle pointed right at his face, and two shots went off simultaneously. He staggered back clutching his shoulder and Skies crumpled to the ground, bullet wound to the side of the head fatal. Hyun Joong stuffed his gun in the waist of his pants and sprinted to the distance between himself at the other man. He was bleeding from his shoulder, shock probably settling fast, even as the pool of blood spreading under the other man threatened his white leather shoes. He looked up at Hyun Joong pretty face speckled with blood but he smiled a little none the less when he saw him.
“Told you I’d get the mother fucker.” He said, pressing a kiss to his soft hair. “Let’s get you out of here.”
“Thank you.”
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Sunlight poured down, making the red in Jung Min’s hair shine, his pink lips pulled into a flat line. Hyun Joong bodily wrestled Hyung Jae from the car, muzzle of his pistol pressed to the side of his head, and forced him down on his knees in the gravel. His suit was in disarray, having been a casualty of being tied up and then manhandled into the car as it sped through the streets. His glasses were knocked askew and Jung Min crouched down pushing them up his nose with his free hand, the other still in a sling.
“Hello.” He smiled pleasantly, that same absent look in his eyes as their first meeting. Hyun Joong for one would not underestimate him ever again.
“Why are you doing this?” He yelled and Jung Min just grinned wider.
“I know what you did.” He said simply, watching as the other man went from flushed to pale at an alarming speed. “I know that you never wanted me to take over, mother would have never put you in charge anyways you know. You’re not the brightest crayon in the box.”
“Fuck you.” He spat and Hyun Joong casually slapped him across the face in place of Jung Min who was still off strenuous activity. “You’re going to destroy everything I’ve worked for!”
“We’ll see.” Jung Min gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Well, I’ll see, you? You’re going to resign tomorrow and I’m never going to see your ugly face ever again.”
“I’m going to tell the cops what you’re doing.” He said with a note of panic in his voice as he stared from Jung Min to Hyun Joong. “You can’t make me do anything.”
“Really?” He pouted, lush bottom lip sticking out. “I think you’ll come to see it my way.” He nodded and Hyun Joong went over to the Lotus and pulled a red canister of gas out of the back. Unscrewing it and holding his breath against the smell he casually began to rain it down on the kneeling man. He sputtered and coughed as it quickly soaked his hair and suit. When he shook the last few drops free and tossed the canister, Jung Min sauntered back over. He was still too ridiculously pretty with that sneer on his face. Hyun Joong had to admire it, like seeing the other side of his innocent naïve lover; you had no choice but to admire a cruel streak. “Here.”
He stuck a cigarette in Hyung Jae’s mouth, and Hyun Joong dug out his lighter to toss it over, Jung Min deftly catching it with one hand and smiling at him in thanks. “So,” he said, voice deceptively light. “Going to resign?”
He flicked the lighter open and held it near the end of the cigarette. He held it steady even as the other man started to tremble, eyes too wide obviously not believing Jung Min would do it until the flame actually touched the end, Hyun Joong was under no such illusions. He started whimpering, nodding his head almost desperately copulating under the casual indifference in Jung Min’s eyes. Jung Min grabbed the cigarette and tossed it away from them with a pleased little grin. Grabbing his hair so he was tilted back enough to stare into his eyes he spoke low and deadly. “I’m never going to see you again.”
“Yes.” He hissed, looking wet and pathetic.
“I knew you’d see things my way.” He pushed him back down, so he was sprawled in a puddle of gas struggling to roll over with his hands tied. Strutting confidently over to his car and sliding into the passenger seat. Hyun Joong only took enough time to cut Hyung Jae free then, he was sliding into the driver’s seat. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and delicately cleaned Jung Min’s hand free of gas.
“You were so hot back there.” He admitted with a smile and Jung Min grinned.
“Of course I was.”
Epilogue -
“You know.” Jung Min said, where he was curled around Hyun Joong in the nest of sheets that had been kicked aside, he had his head curled on the other man’s chest and was walking his fingers down his tummy.
“Mmm?” Hyun Joong was already falling asleep, warm, content, and well fucked.
“I realized just how unsafe I really am.”
“Yeah.” He snorted, the arm wrapped around Jung Min’s shoulders pulling him closer without bothering to really listen to what he was saying.
“So I was thinking, there is a position here, as Head of Security, you can keep it.” His fingers found the rim of his navel and began toying with it, and he batted them away lazily.
“Are you hiring me, so I can stay and have sex with you?”
Jung Min looked up at him through his eyelashes, all coquettish innocence. He snorted, not buying it for an instant. “… That might be part of your contract.”
“I’ll think about it.” He said, lifting one of the roaming hands he’d caught to his lips so he could press a quick kiss there, lips finding the delicate skin that covered his pulse point and pressed a second kiss there.
He thought for about five minutes give or take, thought about how if he wasn’t there then god knew what kind of trouble Jung Min could get himself into. Thought about Kyu Jong and his dream bar, and how this would keep him closer to him, so he could be there for him too. Then, because he was a man he thought of all the insanely hot sex he’d been having and how it could go on indefinitely.
“Yeah, I’ll stay.” He also thought that he very may well be in love with Jung Min anyways. Maybe that was all the reason he really needed.
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Date: 2009-10-19 04:35 am (UTC)- squeals - JRGEYSBXMCJRJZGSHDJKFHFGHS !!!!!!!! okay im good
lol , i really liked it ! :D
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Date: 2009-10-19 05:30 am (UTC)I'm SO glad you enjoyed it! Thank you very very much for commenting!
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Date: 2009-11-12 08:11 pm (UTC)First time!
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Date: 2009-11-17 12:20 pm (UTC)I beg you, please write more of this fantastic packed Hyun Joong / Jung Min ♥
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Date: 2009-12-09 09:43 am (UTC)Lovelubeluv the way you described things.
I give you 3 thumbs up if I had 3 thumbs. :)
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Date: 2010-01-10 08:38 pm (UTC)But eeeeh, what to say? I just... completely love this :3 Everything from Jung Min's flamboyant wardrobe choices to their slowly developing relationship to the hotness of Hyun Joong as an assassin. AND DON'T FORGET THE SEX. OH MY FREAKING SHISUS! I love love love that part O_O eh yeah, creepy fangirl over here, yes 0:) BUT. It is so well written. Like, not the whole "he licks him up and down, sticks his penis in, two thrusts and it's done" kind of deal you see for the most part in fanfics. Nooooo, this is all slow and sexy. WITH RIMMING NONE THE LESS WOOOO~~! XD
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that Hyun Joong's absolutely cute possessiveness over Jung Min is so adorable >:3 And Hyun Joong then helping Jung Min with getting rid of the bad guy? Nice.
Alright, I think I'm done with my late, slightly ranting comment :] Just wanted you to know that this is abslotely lovely and thank you for writing this~~! ♥
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Date: 2010-01-30 10:25 pm (UTC)No matter what Jung Min does he needs his gay, and that's the reason I love him so very much. LOL thank you~~ I've noticed this in this fandom, that there is a lack of porn. I'm not 100% sure what this means xD but I will do what I can to help lol.
NNnmmm, I love possessiveness~ that you said that makes me very happy :O
Thank you very much! :D!!
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Date: 2010-05-21 01:43 am (UTC)that was definitely one of the best
sexscenes ever described. I thought it would've been confusing, but it wasn't! that was really hott.. and i love how kyu jongie is in this :3not kyu biased at all.