Pairings: Jaejoong/Junsu, side Yunho/Yoochun, various others
Warnings: Succubus!Junsu, Yoochun and Changmin
Genre: AU, fantasy, humour, crack, smut
Summary: A story of what happens when a succubus with some issues meets a human with some issues.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Plot is basing on the succubi legends but I trasformed them for the purpose of writing this fic.
A/N: I'm alive... Yay or nay?
Previous chapters: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
“I totally want this one. Or maybe not?… “, the long-haired man bit his lip, visibly torn between the fluorescent dildo in his right hand and the glass-ish dildo in his left one. Pointing at the shiny device with a glassy end of the other, he asked. “This would be better, wouldn’t it? Jeez, why do I always have problems with choosing?...”
Yoochun was acting like a rich girl in a Prada Boutique, his concerns voiced out loud and without a shame. Yunho was quite sure that he must start digging a hole if he wanted to hide himself from curious or incredulous or amused stares the shop keeper and the rest of the customers were sending their way. Suddenly Yunho heard a gasp. With quick reflexes he turned around only to see the long-haired man gaping at probably the biggest dildo ever with utter adoration, chocolate orbs sparkling with so much love that the young officer felt a pang of jealousy creeping into his heart.
Calm down, it’s only a dildo… It cannot fuck on its own. Or can it...?
Then Yoochun looked at him, his dimples adorning his beautiful smile and he just knew that he must buy this for him or he will be haunted by guilt till the end of the world.
“Take it if you want…”
“Really? Can I?”
‘No, you can’t, but you will anyway’ – right now Yunho was mentally banging his head into an invisible wall. He rolled his eyes, but after a second calmly added ‘Of course…’. God, if only Jaejoong knew how much he was sacrificing himself and his poor wallet…
To show how grateful he was, Yoochun’s arms went around Yunho’s neck, squeezing the life out of him. Yunho shivered when he felt a kiss being placed onto his ear, his lover’s extremely sexy voice whispering an extremely sexy ‘thank you’. They were in public, but he couldn’t care less – it wasn’t his fault in the first place: Yoochun's presence somehow managed to kill all his self-control and morals.
The good thing was that he didn’t see Yoochun’s devious grin, because he would probably freak out and wonder if it was a good thing for his self-control to be absent.
The demon was pleased with his human. Micky could feel how much of an effect he had on Yunho and being a generous succubus, he wanted to give him a reward right there and then. Sneakily, his hand traveled downwards, cupping the half hard length through the thick material of his boyfriend’s jeans. A muffled ‘fuck’ was breathed onto his neck and they would surely start to do some PDA if not for his mobile’s vibrations. The demon cursed under his breath, detaching himself from Yunho, who came back to the real world judging from his nervous chuckle accompanied by an agitated scratching of his nape. Micky fished out the buzzing object, eyes narrowing when black initials ‘CM’ blinked at him a few times. He picked up, feeling Yunho’s curious eyes on his back.
“What happened?”, the long-haired man spoke, not even trying to hide his irritation.
“Yeah, I love you too”, the voice in the speaker snarled at him, making Micky grind his teeth. “We have a problem.”
“The same as always. Well, maybe not exactly the same. Our little problem is masturbating in his bedroom. I think it will be his third hour with the vibrator, panting Jaejoong’s name into a pillow.”
“What?! Why J…”, Micky snapped, after a second remembering that he should keep it down, all the right reasons taking up Yunho’s form. Conspiracy was sure a hassle. “Why his name?”
“Xiah went to the Police Station for questioning. I suppose that Jaejoong’s energy… molested him.”
The demon’s jaw fell open.
“Wha…? It’s just… I mean… What…??? And what was he doing there anyway?! Haven’t we all agreed that he needs to stay as far from… you know what… for the sake of his health? Why did you even let him go? Alone, on top of everything?! Fuck! I just can’t even… Fuck you!” Micky’s aggravation got his boyfriend’s attention, as the wide hand landed on the demon’s shoulder.
“What’s going on, Chun?”
The long-haired man turned abruptly, index finger pointed accusingly at his partner’s confused face, while the second hand still gripped tightly onto the phone.
“You tell me what’s going on with Jaejoong’s rapist leanings!”
Yunho’s face paled instantly, affirming Micky that his boyfriend knew about the whole ‘Junsu-questioning’ thing.
The demon felt people’ eyes on them. He regained his composure, hand encircling around Yunho’s wrist. He led them back to the exit, speaking to the phone in a dangerous tone.
“I’ll be there in about forty minutes. You better think of something quickly, Min. Or I’ll be serving your head in a gravy from Jaejoong’s dick and Yunho’s guts”, Micky almost hissed out the last sentence. His glare landed on the brown-haired man’s petrified expression. “You’re going to explain some things, Jung Yunho. And if I’m not pleased, it’ll hurt. Greatly.”
In that very moment Yunho’s life flashed before his eyes, his mind screaming at him for agreeing to be ‘a distraction’.
Micky entered Max’ apartment, his dark aura accumulating around him. If the hallway was decorated with flowers, they surely would end up dead and withered. He made his way to the living room, a faint sound of moans filling the space. He found the tall demon on the couch, with medical magazines scattered all over the floor, the tea table and other accessible surfaces. Max gazed at him from behind the paper he was studying. They looked at each other, air tensing with the unspoken threats. Their staring match was interrupted by a loud ‘oh fuckkk, Jae!’ and Micky’s orbs instantly landed on the locked bedroom door.
“I guess the pillow wasn’t enough”, Max shrugged, busing himself with more papers and magazines.
“You don’t have any idea how much I want to strangle you right now, you sly fucker. You let him go, you do it behind my back and now you dare to expect my help in dealing with… this!”, as on a cue Micky’s words were followed by another moan.
“Chill out. We might need Jaejoong to cure Xiah.”
The long-haired demon’s head shot up, shock visible on his face.
The moaning stopped. Max flicked through a few pages of his paper and stood up.
“Well, about this part… I haven’t figured it out. Yet. But I’m certain that his presence will come in handy.”
“There will be a day when I’m going to kill you for your failure-ish plotting…”, Micky sighed.
Max went to the bathroom, his voice echoing through the apartment.
“Not any time soon. I discovered one thing – if we put a spell on a certain part of his brain, he will be able to gain a little control over the hunger. You’re the master of binding spells, so it shouldn’t be a problem”, the tall demon came back with towels, handing one to his confused friend.
“I get it. But… Towels? For what?”, Micky eyed the items suspiciously, while Max opened the door to Xiah’s bedroom.
“To clean, you idiot. Our lovely prince had a masturbating marathon just now. Judging from the silence, I assume that he blacked out. Now… Who is going to pull the vibrator out?”
Jaejoong felt like shit. He knew that he crossed the line. His actions could be easily interpreted as a sexual harassment. Miraculously, Superintendent Park was too much in a grumpy mood to question the last part of the recording. Also some strange, unearthly force seemed to be on Jaejoong’s side because the lame excuse about him thinking that the cameras were on worked on his colleagues. He guessed that Boa was the one to cover up for him. She was very perceptive, so she must have seen the way he looked at Junsu and vice versa. And being an obsessive gay-action fan was probably the main reason for her to be such a kind and understanding co-worker.
There was also one thing that bothered the policeman to no end: Jaejoong wasn’t quite sure how Junsu managed to escape without being noticed by somebody. But he did and the young inspector could only marvel over the boy’s ninja-like skills. It was weird, though. How come Junsu was able to disappear without the whole department knowing about it, especially when he clearly wasn’t feeling good? Junsu was a mystery, waiting to be solved. The brunette accepted the challenge a long time ago after having the boy in his arms for a brief moment. Before Yoochun brutally interrupted them, treating Jaejoong like a potential rapist of his sickly innocent cousin.
Jaejoong wasn’t the one to give up. The new plan began to form in his head, but the whole process was successfully hindered by the utmost evil which took the shape of his mobile phone.
“Kim Jaejoong here. What ca-“, the brunette picked up with his usual polite tone but was rudely interfered by his best friend’s kind of girly shriek.
“Yah, you bastard! I’m gonna castrate you, you pedo!”
“Yunho, what the fuck? Stop yelling…”
“Because of you I… I was… violated!”
“Yoochun got a phone call from Changmin and apparently Junsu had an attack after visiting the questioning room. He told them what happened there. I can only assume that you tried something, because Yoochun was furious!”
“I don’t see any connection between your violation and th… Oh shit. Are you ok?”
“Ok?! Don’t make me laugh! I never ever wanna be a bottom with Yoochun, especially when he’s angry!”
“So you did reverse? Wow…And here I thought he prefers it up in his ass…”
“Shut up, that’s not the point now! What did you do to this poor boy? And more importantly – did you get any info?”
Jaejoong opened his mouth but nothing came out.
“Jaejoong, I simply hate you!”, Yunho was quick to realize that his friend was left with nothing and that his… bloody sacrifice was, in the end, pointless.
“Calm down. I have a plan”, the young inspector’s determination was audible. He heard Yunho sigh.
“I sure hope you do…”
Xiah woke up feeling absolutely sore after his quality time with the vibrator. He expected to be all sticky, with dirty material of bed sheets glued to his naked body. Instead, the smell of lavender hit his nostrils while he rolled over onto his stomach in the set of fresh covers. He guessed that he was so unconscious and limp that Max had to take care of it. Judging from the way his bedroom looked like, he knew that Micky must have also came by to see him in his hopeless state.
“Ughh… Pathetic…”, the demon hid his face in a pillow, muffling the sounds of aggravated groaning. He stopped only when he heard the door being opened. Gazing at Micky’s unreadable expression, he sunk under the quilt.
“I’m really sorry, Micky… I just… I don’t know…”, Xiah’s stammering was interrupted by an affectionate patting on the head. The demon looked up and saw a strange smile on his friend’s lips. It was a mix between commiseration and solace. “Why are you pitying me?”
“Because I can’t even imagine how hard it must be for you.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Not today. Yesterday however… Well, let say that Max is lucky to be in one piece. How are you feeling?”
Xiah tried to sit up but failed miserably, hissing at the sting in his back.
“No wonder it hurts. You fucked yourself with dildo for about four hours…”, Micky said while helping the other into a comfortable position. The long-haired demon became quiet all of a sudden, making Xiah a little concerned about the thing that bothered his friend.
“What’s wrong? Something’s on your mind?”
“We need to put a binding spell on you. Or to be more precise – on a certain part of your brain. It will help you control the hunger. Also… You must go to the police station and explain why you ran off…”, Micky saw a terrified expression on the other’s face and quickly continued. “Don’t worry, after the spell is cast, you won’t have to be afraid of your… other self.”
Xiah bit his lip, averting his gaze.
“And… what about Jaejoong?”, a barely audible whisper filled the silence.
Micky sighed and the shorter demon knew that he probably will not like the answer. To Xiah’s surprise, instead of telling him that meeting up with the human is strictly forbidden, his friend brought a finger to his nose and flicked it, grinning playfully.
“You like him, don’t you?”
“Don’t ‘huh’ me, just answer the question.”
Xiah furrowed his eyebrows.
“Isn’t it pretty obvious?”
“I’m not asking if you find his energy alluring. I mean that kind of liking, you know… The one humans always write unexpectedly shitty songs about.”
Now the short haired boy was at loss. Did he like Jaejoong or was it just lusting after a very sensual and unique energy? He didn’t have the slightest clue.
“I’m not… entirely sure”, the sentence was uttered straight into a pillow, but Micky caught the meaning. He sat closer to the laying lad, putting a hand on Xiah’s uncovered shoulder blade.
“You want to find out, right? When I started going out with Yunho I had the same problem. But some of that fool’s actions convinced me that he liked me not only for the sex and it felt really nice. I also discovered that I’m not a completely heartless bastard, because I couldn’t bring myself to feed on someone else beside him. It wasn’t fair. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”
Xiah’s smile became so bright that it almost made Micky blind.
“So that means I can see him?”
The older demon chuckled quietly.
“Yes. But you must be careful. Otherwise, you’ll get us all caught in stinky, deep shit.”
The short haired demon pulled the other into a warm embrace, grinning stupidly.
“Thank you, Mom.”
“You seriously must have a death wish, kid…”, Micky grumbled, but his hand was moving on its own, ruffling tousled strands on Xiah’s head. After a while he stopped, locking eyes with the younger. “Are you ready for the binding spell?”
Xiah nodded, closing his eyes when Micky’s low voice started chanting the incantation.
He decided this long ago: he was going to be normal, even if it meant making some sacrifices.
The people in the office were busy as always, walking with papers from desk to desk, picking up phones and answering fax messages. They looked more like white-collar workers than police officers. Maybe except for Jaejoong, who was absentmindedly scribbling something on the documents piled before him while sipping on his coffee. Yunho was giving him a cold shoulder after ‘the reverse incident’ and hearing out Jaejoong’s ‘faultless’ plan.
Jaejoong’s thoughts were currently revolving around possible excuses to take a few days off from work, so he could put his plan into action. It required becoming a stalker for a short period of time and he could end up fired, but somehow he didn’t care about the repercussions if the results were satisfactory. Jaejoong concluded that Junsu must be put under observation, very thorough observation if they want to move on with the case. Yunho decided that he doesn’t want to be involved and he left Jaejoong alone on the battlefield. When the young officer mused about the profits of his current predicament, his friend's voice brought him back to reality.
“You have a visitor, Jae.”
The brunette stopped writing and looked up. He froze when he saw the person standing behind Yunho’s stiff back. Honey-colored orbs were gazing at him with a mix of insecurity and hope, instantly making him kinda horny. He regretted his first thought as quickly as it came, because the boy seemed to read it and hid behind Yunho. Jaejoong shot up from his chair, forcing the two men to make a step back.
“Junsu came to talk…”, the brown-haired policeman sounded troubled. He turned to the lad, visibly concerned. “Do you want me to stay, Su?”
Junsu straightened his back, stealing a quick glance at Jaejoong’s bewildered expression.
“It won’t be necessary, hyung. I just wanted to apologize for my behavior at the questioning…”, Yunho made a small, squeaky noise when all of a sudden Junsu bowed to Jaejoong. “I’m sorry for being rude! I hope I didn’t cause you any pain…”
When the boy didn’t get any answer, he risked raising his head up a little.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was at a police station, facing two inspectors who were responsible for handling his case, he would have started laughing by now. The only thing that Jaejoong's and Yunho’s expressions were saying could be easily described as ‘HUH?’. They clearly were expecting something entirely else. With a little smile on his lips, the demon continued, his tone calm, absolutely not giving away his amusement.
“I would like to make it up to you, Jaejoong-hyung. So I wanted to ask… Would you like to, um, go out with me?”
A/N2: So yeah... I'm sorry? I know it's not much and it doesn't make up for the long wait but I still hope that somebody remembers this. I won't promise a quick update, because I really don't know when I will manage to write the rest. For now I can only tell you that this story is probably going to have two, maybe three more chapters. To people who commented on previous chaps: I LOVE U GUYS. I hope that someday you'll forgive me TAT