Title: Tarnished Angels
Pairing: Min/Other (some jaeho and yoosu along the way)
Section Rating: R
Overall Rating: NC-17
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); Twenty-Five; Twenty-Six; Twenty-Se7en (Lemon); Twenty-Eight; Twenty-Nine; Thirty (Lemon) Thirty-One (Lemon); Thirty-Two
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
Time was too short for Changmin. There simply wasn’t enough minutes in the day for their lives, much less cobbling together an hour for Se7en in the middle of it. They’d spent the better part of the week whispering or texting short messages in between appointments and events, Min frustrated and Se7en bemused by his young lover’s impatience.
It was barely enough to just hear Se7en’s voice, Changmin grumbled to himself. It was nearly unbearable to go without the older man’s touch.
The group got the afternoon off and Min spent a good portion of it slumped against the wall in his bedroom. His book went unread, open to the page he’d found an hour ago, not a word consumed since he sat on his bed and rested his head against the window sill.
Outside, the sun shone down on a slightly dry city, the rivers and causeways swollen with newly fallen rain. Through the open window, Min heard birds chirping from a distance, and the distant sound of cars rolling by on the street, the chatter of a busy city block going about its business.
And he was sitting alone in his bedroom missing his lover. Life, like seduction, Min thought, wasn’t very fair.
“Min-ah,” Jaejoong stopped at the open door, staring into the youngest’s room. Padding in, he climbed onto the bed next to Changmin, settling into the corner between the wall and the young man. “What’s wrong?”
“Shichi is still in Korea.” Min shrugged helplessly. “I have the afternoon off and don’t really want to do anything but talk to him. But he’s busy and I don’t want to bother him. So I’m in a funk. I think that’s the word. Funk.”
“How long has he been gone now?” Jae strained to count the days, their lives a blur of events and clothing changes. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen sunlight in the living room, the group often out until way past sunset. “I don’t even know what day it is.”
“It’s Monday.” Min replied. Reaching for a leather portfolio on his nightstand, he unzipped it, showing Jaejoong a stack of letters and other items, the papers creased along the folds from being re-read in the middle of the night. “He’s been gone for two weeks.”
“Ah,” The eldest nodded, straining not to grab the letters from Min’s hands and read them. His curiosity ate at him but he shoved it aside, preferring to give Min some privacy. Still, he worried over their youngest, especially since the schedule drove them all to exhaustion and Se7en’s presence seemed to be the only thing that made Min smile for very long.
“So you miss him?” Jaejoong asked, picking up a picture that had fallen out of the portfolio.
He stared at the strip of four pictures, goofy smiles captured on both Min’s and Se7en’s faces in a photo booth. To the casual observer they would look like friends. To someone who knew Changmin, they would look like lovers sharing a private and sensual joke. Jaejoong knew Min very well. He could see the intimacy between the two men in the photo.
“I shouldn’t.” Min said, his smile widening at the sight of the photo strip. “We talk nearly every day and he sends me letters. With stupid things like pigeon feathers he finds or small crystals. He’s a goof.”
“Sometimes, you need goofy.” Jae nodded. “He’s doing well, then?”
“He’s doing fine.” Cocking his head, Min looked at his older friend. “He’s busy and he likes it that way. It’s good to see how popular he is, even if he’s with another company. Shichi works very hard.”
“I like how you call him Shichi.” Jae wrapped one arm around Min’s shoulder, giving him a hug. “It sounds special.”
“Shichi…it’s like a combination of Dong-Wook and Se7en.” Min smiled, shy and with a fierce blush creeping down his neck. “It’s short for shichimi.”
“Shichimi?” Quirking his mouth in confusion, Jae wrinkled his nose. “What does that mean?”
“It’s a blend of seven flavours. Like a mixture.” The youngest explained. “Nanami togarashi. Pepper, orange peel, sesame seed, ginger, nori, poppy seed and sansho. It’s like the sweet Dong-Wook and the spicy Se7en. Shichimi or Shichi.”
“Ah, I always thought you were just calling him Se7en.” Shifting, Jaejoong made room for Min to cuddle against him, their bodies leaning against one another.
“Do you call Yunho something?” Min asked. “I know he calls you BooJae.”
“And he’s the only one who’s allowed to.” Jae’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t get any ideas. And no, I don’t really have one for Yunho. He’s just Yunnie-ah, or Yun. I do call him Yun.”
“Shichi calls me Minku.” Changmin grinned. “But you knew that already.”
“It suits you.” The singer nodded. “He’s helped you a lot with your Japanese. It shows.”
“It’s all we talk.” Sighing, Min folded the portfolio back up. “It helps me a lot. And him. But he writes in Korean. Thank God.”
“Minnie-ah, can I ask you something?” Jae pursed his mouth, contemplating Min’s face. “Do you love your Shichi? I mean, do you love him like I love Yunho?”
“I think we’re different, Joongie-ah.” Min admitted softly, laying his head against Jae’s shoulder. “We never speak of forever. And I don’t think we will. For us, it’s a now and always thing. In some way, we’ll always be together. How, we don’t know. But there will be a connection. He says he’s in love with me. In his own Se7en way, he is in love with me.”
“He doesn’t love like Yunho or you do. He doesn’t need or want to crawl into me and live.” Changmin explained, tilting back to look up into his hyung’s face. “You two love so…deeply and fully. There is this connection between you like a rubber band that when stretched too far apart, snap you both back together. Shichi and I are like birds, we soar on the wind, sometimes right next to one another and other times a bit farther apart but we’re together when we land. And that’s what we need.”
“Ah,” Jae kissed his dongsang’s forehead. “Angels then. Not birds. Living in heaven but loving on Earth. Not a bad way to live.”
“Shichi calls me his angel.” Another blush and a muttering of disgruntlement from his inner voice, which Min shushed to quiet. “I don’t feel like one. But then neither does he. He thinks he’s too damaged from sin and hedonism. I think he just needs a little polishing but I like him as he is. A bit of tarnish and specks of earth clinging to his metal wings.”
“Does he make you feel good?” Jae stepped carefully, not wanting to pry too deeply into the young man’s life if he wasn’t ready to share. “Did he treat you right?”
“Yes.” Min knew what his older brother was asking, if his lover took his time when they’d made love, ensuring Min’s safety and comfort. “He was nice. Shichi made me wait until I was…adjusted to him. I wanted more and then, right then. He made me stop and wait. It pissed me off.”
“Yunnie does that.” Jae ducked his head, embarrassed to talk about his relationship with the other man. “I’m too impatient sometimes.”
“Does it hurt then?” Ideas formed in Changmin’s mind, the thought of Se7en laying on his back while Min explored and took what he wanted delighting the tidbit of evil the young man had in his soul.
“Not during, a little more uncomfortable.” He admitted. “Afterwards, yes but it…feels good too. To me anyway. I keep telling Yunho that but he doesn’t believe me. Be careful though. I can see your mind working behind those eyes of yours.”
“Do you think Shichi would think I was being too forward if I initiated things?”
“I don’t know.” Jae shrugged, smiling. “I can’t think why he would. He’s your lover. He can’t expect you to wait for him all the time, should he?”
“No.” Min agreed.
“But use oil.” The eldest grimaced. “Without it hurts too much. No matter how good it might feel at the time. In a few minutes, it stops feeling good and just burns.”
“Noted.” Min nodded. “I can’t talk about this to any of the others. Yunho, he just runs away. And tells me to go looking for you. The other two are worthless, they’re like hyena on carrion if you start talking about sex. A lot of sinister laughing and picking at a meal. It’s horrible.”
“For them, sex is about laughter and being goofy.” Jae agreed. “They’re serious about it but sometimes I think it’s more like a game then it’s about being together. They’re in love but it’s different. I don’t understand it sometimes.”
“I don’t think they understand yours, if that makes you feel better.” Changmin sighed. “Hell, sometimes I don’t understand you and Yunho.”
“I don’t either.” The singer admitted slowly, his mind wandering over to where he kept thoughts of Yunho. “There are times when I just want to throttle him because he makes me crazy and then I just want to hold him close and listen to his heart beat. I know I make him nuts. I’m sure he wants to kill me more than I want to kill him. We should keep count.”
“That would be good.” Nodding, Min agreed then thought of how he and Se7en behaved. “I think Shichi has wanted to kill me more than I wanted to kill him.”
“I think you’ve deserved it.” Jae commented. “But some of that is Yunho too.”
“God, they are bad.” Changmin huffed, disgusted at the behaviour both men seemed to provoke from one another. “I just want to smack them. And why is Yunho answering my phone when Shichi calls? He does it to bother me.”
“No, he does it to bother Dong-Wook.” The singer corrected. “I think they like it, really. They’re very masculine in how they behave. It’s silly but they understand it. And they enjoy it. They do.”
“They’re probably best friends and are laughing at us.” He grumbled. “Bastards.”
“Your Shichi is a bad influence on you.” Jae smiled. “I like it.”
“One more question.”
“Doubt that.” The older singer made a face, ducking playfully to avoid Min’s slap across his shoulder. Jostling back into the younger man, Jae grinned. “What?”
“Have you ever thought about being, um, inside of Yunnie-ah?”
The boldness of the question shocked Jaejoong into speechlessness. Min had hinted at something like it before but never truly came out and asked him. There was a different tone in the young man’s voice, something firm and resolute that Jae wasn’t prepared for. Taking in a breath to steady his thoughts, Jae contemplated lying to the youngest but the sincerity of their relationship depended on truth, both told openly and lived.
“Yes. I have.” Jae nodded.
“Do you talk about it? I mean is he okay with it?”
“Okay with it?” The lead singer debated his lover’s responses when they spoke on the subject. “I think he’s worried that I’m not getting enough from him, that I’d want more. And to tell the truth, I’m not sure I want more.”
“Does it feel good when he touches you?” Min asked, his mind working at the puzzle of the relationship, not seeing the two people who constructed the bond. To him, Jae and Yunho became game pieces, objects to be moved about the paths of his thinking in order to put them into places he could understand.
“Yes.” Jae breathed up over his face, suddenly more bashful than he’d been in a long time. “Minnie-ah, this is very private.”
“I won’t tell anyone.” Changmin waved off the other’s concern, intent on his deductions. “If it feels good when his hands are on you there, wouldn’t it feel as good if you were in him?”
“Changmin,” Jae breathed out, knowing the young man wouldn’t be swayed from his questions. Min was lost in thought, enamored with the dynamics of a pair of lovers so different than he and Se7en. “It would feel good, I guess. But I don’t think he would feel… I don’t know if he would like it if I was…there.”
“You could go slow.” Min murmured, contemplating the act. “Like Shichi and I did. I assume he was slow with you. If he wasn’t, then maybe that’s why he’s so adamant about how Shichi treats me.”
“Minnie-ah, this is…hard to talk about.” Clearing his throat, Jae said softly. “I’ve not talked about this with Yunho as much as I’m talking about it with you.”
“You’re always telling me that any relationship should be equal.” He reminded Jaejoong. “I’m not saying that Yunho is less of a man because he won’t receive you. Just that it’s curious that you haven’t tried it. If you are lovers and men, shouldn’t both of you do that? I mean, eventually.”
“That’s an odd way of thinking about it.” Jae cocked his head, staring at his younger member. “Men are equals only through equal positions in sex? Usually people think the man on the bottom is the more feminine.”
“Pfah,” Min dismissed the notion with a shake of his head. “Any man can get pleasure. Shichi says that only a true man can give it and have it at the same time. That’s what makes someone a true lover.”
“So long as you’re happy with Yunho and he’s making you feel good, then it doesn’t matter who is where on the bed, right?” Changmin grunted, affirming his own philosophy.
“You ask too many questions, Minnie-ah.” Jae pressed his free hand up to his mouth, keeping his head down as he inhaled large gulps of air. “Yunho and I…we’ll get to that. Maybe. I don’t think I can talk about this anymore. It’s turning my face too red.”
“Aish, welcome to my life.” Changmin scoffed. “Shichi makes me blush just by looking at me.”
“That’s normal.” The other nodded. “I feel like I spend half of my time hiding my face or mouth from Yunho.”
“I’ve noticed.” Grinning, the youngest member winked. “I’m stuck between the two of you, remember? Sometimes I just want to step away and let you fall on top of each other. I’m tired of being the pane of glass between two love-struck prisoners.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Jaejoong dropped his eyes, chagrin filling his smile. “I know it’s rough sometimes.”
“It’s not so bad. I understand it more now.” He replied softly, hugging the older man tightly. “Now I wish it was just someone between me and Shichi. It would make things easier. He says he misses me too.”
“Ah, if you miss him and he misses you,” Looking at the youngest with a sly smile, Jaejoong said. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
The guard at front desk had been particularly friendly that evening, greeting him loudly as he came through the lobby doors. Too tired to do more than wave, Se7en held the lift for a woman struggling with her child, urging the worn out little boy to hurry along.
Sighing heavily as he walked out of the elevator, Se7en dug into his pockets for the keys to his apartment. Despite the costs of maintaining two homes, he liked having someplace stable to come back to after a long day. Someplace that smelled like him and held small treasures he brought home.
Although there was one treasure he had left back in Japan and missed sorely.
Turning the key in the lock, he frowned as he opened the front door to his Korean penthouse, seeing the foyer and living room lit up. Wondering if he’d forgotten to turn them off before he left, Se7en lay his jacket down on the entrance table, working his shoes off with his toes and leaving them behind.
The smell of cooking meat struck him first. A fragrant, homey aroma that pinched at the hunger in his stomach.
Changmin stretched out on a low chaise by the expanse of windows hit him next, all hunger except for the ravenous desire in his soul fleeing at the delectable sight of his young lover waiting for him. Se7en stared at the teeth-dimpled pout on Min’s face. The other man’s habit of chewing on his lip while thinking was possibly one of the most endearing of Min’s traits in Se7en’s opinion.
Looking up, Min kept his face down, slightly bashful and demure. Setting the book aside, he stood slow, ready to apologize to Se7en for breaking into his home uninvited.
He never had a chance to utter one word before the older man was upon him, arms bruising a tight embrace about the younger man’s waist, lifting him up in the air.
Se7en ravaged at Min’s mouth, drinking every last drop of air from his lover’s lungs and breathing his heart beat into the space left behind. He took one kiss, then another, stopping only long enough between each caress to give Min time to catch a small breath before it was taken from him, the young man’s senses overwhelmed by the other’s demanding mouth.
Slowly, Se7en set Min down, rocking the young man back and forth as he suckled along Changmin’s throat. Chewing back up the column until he reached his lover’s mouth, Se7en gave Min one final kiss before resting his forehead against Min’s, staring at his lover’s brown eyes.
“God, I’ve missed you so fucking much, Minku.” He whispered, his breath hot with want. “I am so damned happy to have my tenshi with me again.”