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Tarnished Angels (SMM Universe) Section Twenty-Five

Title: Tarnished Angels
Section: 25
Pairing: Min/Other (some jaeho and yoosu along the way)

Section Rating: R
Overall Rating: NC-17
Blame: ranalore

Summary: Hot Korean boys. A seduction. An alluring. A temptation. And Min's self-discovery.

Sections: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Se7en, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven (Lemon), Twelve; Thirteen; Fourteen; Fifteen, Sixteen; Se7enteen; Eighteen; Minteen; Twenty; Twenty-One (Lime); Twenty-Two; Twenty-Three; Twenty-Four (Lemon)

Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn

Changmin lay with his back against Se7en’s chest, his legs curved between his lover’s, the rise of his rear nested against the other man’s hips. The older man played with his hair, long fingers stroking out shanks of dark silk, wrapping the strands around his palm and then releasing the twisted curls, watching them fall back into place against his lover’s cheek.

They’d fed each other cold pho, laughing at the mess Se7en made when the soup splattered over his face. He’d put on a melancholy album, the sensual discord of the music perfect for the graying mists clouding the apartment’s windows, the ambient light from the nearby buildings refracting white and blue prisms against the blackness beyond. Full of food and lazy from their play, Min leaned back on Se7en, listening to the other man’s breathing and the music coming from the stereo speakers.

“Shichi,” He lolled his head back, looking up at Se7en’s face. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Minku. I’ve got no secrets from you.”

“How was it when you first...” Min bit his lower lip, stumbling over his question. Clearing his throat, he pressed forward. “The first time you had sex. What was it like?”

“Boy or girl?”

“Aish, why do you ask me questions to my questions?” Min slapped the man’s thigh. “Boy then. Since I think that’s more relevant. Was it nice?”

“It was okay.” Se7en thought back on the man who’d first touched him. “I remember thinking; is this it? Is this all there is? Later on, I realized he didn’t really care if I got any pleasure from it. He just wanted his own.”

“That’s sad.” He murmured, stroking at the spot he’d hit. “I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t know any better. It hurt and everything was so rushed.” The older man nodded, wrapping his arms around Min’s chest. “It felt exciting and daring. I was younger than you are now and I was so shocked that he found me attractive. I just wanted to make him happy. Now that I think back on it, I realized that it could have been better.”

“Was he your first ever? I mean, did you have sex with women first or men?”

“No,” Se7en laughed, a rumbling chuckle under Min’s back. “I’d already discovered girls. A long time before then. He was my first guy. One of my dance teachers. Much older than me but very sexy. He was the first one to make me feel like I wanted another man.”

“Was that scary?” Min kissed the mound of Se7en’s thumb as the other’s hand passed in front of his mouth, a leisurely stroll exploring the skin around Min’s throat. “Did you know you liked men before? At all?”

“Some. A little bit but I thought that it was just silliness on my part. I grew up in a very traditional household.” He reminded his younger lover. “I’m the youngest but the only boy. My parents weren’t very happy that I became a singer and dancer. They wanted me to be more… conservative. We’re not on the best of terms but it’s getting better. They don’t know about my love life. It’s better that way.”

“I’m sorry.” Frowning, the young man thought of his mother, a progressive woman who he could share anything with and who accepted her son’s less conventional choices. “I wish you had a better relationship with them.”

“It’s okay, Minku.” Se7en kisses the top of his lover’s head. “I’m fine with it.”

“You’re too sad inside, I think.” Changmin grumbled. “That man, was he nice to you afterwards?”

“Ah, my one track Minku.” He struggled to put the relationship into something Min could understand. “He was my lover for a few more times. But it was too… it hurt too much. He didn’t take care with me and I began to hate it.”

“But you did it again?” The young man snuggled back against the other’s strong body. “Why?”

“Because I felt like he must have been doing something wrong. It took me a long time to figure that out. I thought I’d done something wrong and that’s why it hurt. I still wanted men to touch me but I was afraid.” The singer shrugged.

“And I couldn’t ask anyone around me because I didn’t want anyone to know what I’d done. I was very hesitant back then.” He laughed at the shyness he’d carried around inside of him during his younger days. “Eventually some of the older dancers were talking and I worked up enough courage to ask questions. I learned a lot from them.”

“Like what?”’

“You are so curious.” Laughing, he thought about the long way around that he’d learned about sex. “Well, that I should have used something slick. Or at least he should have. I wouldn’t have known. And that a condom is more than necessary. It’s critical. I use one all the time now. After that, I went to get tested and found out I was okay but I was scared that he could have gotten me sick.”

“Condoms.” Min furrowed his brow. “I’ve heard some of the others say that condoms make it hard for them to feel the sex. Not the members. They don’t talk about those kinds of things. Some of the other guys around us. Are we…?”

“Oh hell yes, baby.” Se7en got very serious, his fingers along Min’s jaw. “You don’t know where I’ve been and for all of my precautions, something could have happened that I don’t know about. I’m not going to risk you because of some idiot’s idea that wearing a condom is stupid or that it numbs the feeling.”

“If anything, if it numbs the sensations, you should be able to last longer.” He shrugged. “I’m all for lasting longer.”

“Me too.” Min grumbled. “I just can’t seem to do it though.”

“Honey, you’re young and this only has only been your first couple of times.” Se7en reassured him. “As your body gets used to how it feels, you’ll be more accustomed to it. And then, you’ll forget all about how long you take.”

“This is so complicated.” He sighed. “It’s confusing. Condom. Oil. Time.”

“You deserve those things, baby. They’re important.” Brushing his cheek on Min’s hair, Se7en sighed. “The first times for me, I hurt too much afterwards. Each time it got worse until I was scared to have another guy touch me. That taught me a lot. It was better afterwards because I knew more and I wasn’t going to let someone rush me. And when I wanted to.. change sides, I knew what to do. The best thing you can give a lover is time and attention. It really is.”

“I need to learn that.” Min nodded. “I promise. As soon as I can control my own body.”

“I don’t mind your body.” Another kiss, lingering along Min’s cheek. “I like taking my time with you. It’s like finding small little treasures that you’ve got hidden. Every time I kiss a new spot and you react, I know it’s pleasure you feel and not pain. Love doesn’t have to hurt. It shouldn’t if it’s done right.”

“Jaejoong said it hurt a little bit. Then it goes away. Well Yunho makes the pain go away.”

“You don’t talk about condoms but you talk about that? Se7en chuckled, imagining his lover discussing sex with the older singer. “It’s more like a discomfort. But slowing down helps with that. And if you’re not ready, we stop. I will always stop.”

“That’s not going to give you anything.” Min frowned. “How are you going to…”

“Baby, I’m not to get any pleasure by fucking you.” He said softly. “The only way I’m going to be satisfied is if we make love. I’m not in this with you because you’re someone I can use to get sex from. I’m done with that. I can get sex anywhere. There’s nothing like having the feel of a friend around you or inside of you. If it’s not someone I love, or at least like, then why should I bother? I might as well use my hands.”

“Hey, I used my hands the other night.” Hissing, Min leaned back, hating his face. “God, I hate you. Look at this. Make this stop.”

“You’re cute when you blush. You try to be so mature and then your skin pinks.” Se7en rubbed his cheek against Min’s. “You’re adorable.”

“I don’t want to be adorable.” He grumbled. “I want to be sexy.”

“Baby, trust me. You’re very sexy.” Se7en tilted his young lover’s head back, guiding him with his fingers. Taking a kiss from Min’s pout, he murmured as he bit at the other man’s neck. “You have no idea how sexy you look when you’re writhing underneath me. Even sexier on top of me. I’m going to have to take a long time experimenting to see which I prefer the most. A very long time.”

Jaejoong was still up when Changmin let himself into the apartment. He nodded a greeting to their youngest, moving over to the side of the couch, cradling his bowl of ice cream in one hand. Sliding his shoes from his feet, Min came over and flopped down next to the singer, resting his head on Jae’s thigh.

“Did you wait up for me?” Min sniffed at the ice cream. It was vanilla, too plain for his tastes. “What’s the brown stuff?”

“Cinnamon.” Jae grinned at Min’s look of displeasure. “I like it. And no, I didn’t wait up. I was nearly asleep when my stomach said it wanted ice cream. So I woke up and got a little bit.”

“Did you have fun?” The older man asked, then burst into laughter at the look on Min’s face. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

“I hate you.” Changmin curled his legs up and put his feet against the couch arm. “I hate all of you. I hope your voice goes out and I’ll laugh at you so hard, I’ll pee my pants.”

“You love me. No one else puts up with your crap.” Jaejoong kissed Min’s forehead, offering the younger man a spoon of ice cream. Shrugging at Min’s wrinkled nose, Jae licked the utensil clean, using his tongue to draw long swipes of soft vanilla cream from its bowl. “Did you eat dinner?”

“We had pho.” Unable to suppress his smile, he continued. “Twice. We got sidetracked halfway through. Cold pho is not very good. On the other hand, I like cilantro now. Well, cilantro-flavoured Se7en.”

“Are you okay?” Jae set his bowl down, the ice cream forgotten in favour of spending time with his youngest member. “You didn’t…um,”

“We didn’t do everything. No.” Min shook his head. “He wants to go slowly. It’s driving me wild and at the same time, I’m glad for it because I’m a bit scared. I keep thinking; how the hell are we supposed to get that in there?”

“It works.” Jaejoong nodded. “Just, carefully. And then not so carefully when you get used to it. Sometimes, even very not-carefully and you have to be very cautious about how you move during rehearsal.”

“Joongie-ah,” Changmin had a familiar look on his face, one Jaejoong knew all too well.

“What do you want to ask?” The older man smirked when Min grimaced at him. “You always have that sound in your voice before you ask something that might be embarrassing. You might as just well just ask. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Well, maybe not anything. Yunho might object to some of it.”

“No, I don’t want details about hyung. That’s the last thing I want.” He waved his hands in the air, erasing any mention of Yunho from the conversation. “I just wanted to know how long it took before you and hyung did it all the way. I want to know what to expect. Shichi said that he would wait until I felt ready. How do I know when I’m ready?”

“Shichi? Huh,” Jae grinned. “You even call him Se7en in Japanese? That’s bad.”

“Aish, pay attention. Sometimes talking to you is like trying to tie a rope to a butterfly’s leg.” Min slapped at Jae’s shin. “He said he doesn’t feel like Dong-Wook any more. More like that part of him died off when he wasn’t watching. It’s rather sad, really. He told me Dong-Wook was a dreamer and he doesn’t dream any more.”

“Ah, you’ll help him with that, Minnie-ah.” The singer reassured his youngest. “You’re good for him in that way.”

“Answer my questions so I can go to bed.” Stretching out his legs, Min felt his back pop, a rush of relief along his spine. He’d spent too long leaning over the centre console of Se7en’s car, lingering over kisses before reluctantly sliding out of the door and into the apartment, ducking to avoid the rain pouring down from the balcony ledges above him.

“Talk.” Min ordered. “Now.”

“What was the question?” Jae suffered another light blow to his leg. “Ouch. How will you know when you’re ready?”

“Yes. And be serious.” He sighed. “I don’t want Se7en to feel guilty if he’s hurt me because I rushed things. And the only answer out of him that I get is, I’ll know. I want details. I want to know exactly when and how.”

“You measure things too precisely.” Shaking his head, the singer replied with a sigh. “What happened to giving up control?”

“Some control.” Changmin corrected. “Not all. I just.. am curious.”

“What he did tonight…and I don’t want to know the details, I really don’t.” Jae put his hand over Min’s open mouth. “Did it feel good?”

“Yes.” He mumbled through his hyung’s fingers. “It felt uncomfortable and then everything just felt good. It was like I didn’t want to stop moving and my body just seemed to know what to do. I couldn’t even think.”

“That’s a good thing for you then.” Jae murmured. “When was the last time you just let yourself feel?”

“Sex shouldn’t just be about feeling.” Min quirked his mouth. “Is it?”

“Pretty much.” Jaejoong shrugged, dipping his finger into the melted ice cream and sucking it off the drops. “It’s about how you feel doing it and how the other guy feels. I like hearing how I make Yunho feel, especially when I’m the one moving on top of him.”

“Ah, no details.” Min closed his eyes tight, trying to not imagine the elder members naked and moving against one another. “Great, now I won’t be able to get that out of my head. It doesn’t help that I know what hyung looks like rotating his hips while dancing. I’m going to be cursed now.”

“It’s not so bad.” He tweaked Min’s nose, giggling at the other man’s silliness. “Sometimes Yunho gets bothered by seeing me with one of you. His mind wanders and he says it troubles him. I keep telling him it’s okay. Even a bit healthy maybe? So long as he only comes to my bed, then I don’t mind.”

“I don’t think Yunho has that same viewpoint where you’re concerned. I’m sure he threatened to break Se7en’s face if he came near you again.”

“Probably.” Jae nodded. “Yunnie-ah is very jealous. He’s working on it and it’s not like he says it’s my fault. He knows he can trust me. He just doesn’t trust anyone else.”

“He just wants you safe.” Changmin murmured, hearing the words echo in his ears. “Like he wanted me safe. Bastard. I want to blame him but I can’t give him all of it. He shouldn’t have hit Shichi though.”

“Yep. Although he could have used a less violent way of doing it.”

“Probably.” He agreed, twisting over onto his side. Staring at Jaejoong’s calm face, he contemplated his situation. “I just don’t want to disappoint Se7en. Suppose I’m a bad lover?”

“Minnie-ah, if you love someone and care about how they feel, then you can’t be a bad lover.” Jae stroked at the young man’s face. “If he takes his time, which he said he’s going to do, then you’ll hurt for a little bit…well not hurt but you’ll feel like you’ll want to pull away. It’s just your body adjusting.”

“Just don’t push yourself to where you feel like you can’t take any more pain. Then you know you’re rushing things and you could really damage yourself.” Jaejoong made a face. “I’ve done that with Yunho. I don’t regret it at the time, and sometimes it even feels good, but afterwards, I hurt and Yunnie-ah feels so guilty. I feel bad for making him feel bad.”

“Then the next time I want him that badly, he tries to tell me to slow down and I ignore him. So we go through it all over again.” The singer shrugged. “I kind of think I’m being selfish because after those times, he spends so much time trying to make sure I’m okay when I’m the one who couldn’t wait. I sort of do it to myself and he with the guilt.”

“Do you ever think about…switching places with Yunho?” Min tentatively asked. “Se7en and I, we talked a little bit about it. He wants me to try that if I want to. He says he likes it sometimes. I don’t know.”

“Do you not know because he’s always been the more dominant one or because you don’t know if you want to do it?”

“Probably more the first than the second.” Changmin replied. “Do you think about?”

“Does that go under too much detail of Yunnie-ah?”

“No,” The young man said. “It’s more about how you feel about it. I don’t want to know when or if you do it. Just if you’ve talked about it.”

“We have. Recently too.” Jae murmured. “He feels like he’s not offering me enough of himself. And I told him I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. It’s harder for the two of us. We came into our relationship like blind fumbling elephants. Everyone else just seems to glide right along. Yunnie and I seem to have to work hard at even the smallest things.”

“It’s better to talk about these things openly.” The older man touched Min’s mouth, tracing over the bite marks left behind by the youngest’s sharp teeth. “Is that your phone ringing?”

A chiming chirrup rattled Min’s backpack and he leapt up, his eyes crinkled with joy. Grinning broadly, he dug out the cell, leaving his bag behind as he headed for his bedroom, the conversation with the older man forgotten behind him. Jae heard a yelp of surprise and a hastily muttered apology from Min then Yunho walked into the living room, rubbing at his chest.

“He has sharp elbows.” Yunho sat down next to his lover, grabbing Jae and dragging him into his lap. “He’s left a bruise.”

Jaejoong smiled and kissed a spot just below Yunho’s collar, widening his eyes innocently and pouting. “Was that where you got it?”

“Um no, someplace a bit lower.” Yunho looked down at his own chest, pretending to be perplexed. “I think I’m going to have to take my shirt off and have you inspect all over. I might need to be kissed everywhere just in case. He might have hit me in more than one place. You can’t ever be too safe about having your wounds kissed and made better.”

“Nope. I agree.” Jae nodded curtly, a determined look on his pretty face. “I shall do my best to cover every inch with my mouth so you’re fully safe and healed.”

“Ah, I appreciate that.” Kissing his lover’s mouth, he murmured pleasantly at the taste of vanilla and cinnamon he found on Jae’s tongue. “You taste good.”

“It was good. Do you want me to get you some?”

“Oh no, I’ve got enough right here.” Yunho held Jae’s chin in his fingers, turning his lover’s face until their lips met. Sliding his other hand down, he stroked at Jaejoong’s side, lifting up his t-shirt and running his fingers up to the nipple peak on Jae’s chest.

Deepening the kiss, neither one of them heard the door opening or the quiet footsteps of the other members coming in late, thinking the household was fast asleep. It wasn’t until Yunho heard Yoochun gasp in shock then burst into a deep laughter did he pull back, leaving Jaejoong gasping on his lap.

Junsu peered around Yoochun’s chest, disgruntled and a bit annoyed at the older members splayed over the couch. Shaking his head, he tsked at them, hefting his luggage down the hall and muttering behind him. “And they yell at us for doing that on the kitchen counter. We all have to sit on the couch. The counter at least can be wiped clean.”
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