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; Thirty-Three
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
He couldn’t help it. Hearing his Shichi’s voice against his ear was like a kiss to his soul.
He couldn’t help but cry.
Soft delicate tears that Se7en gasped at and kissed away. Feeling the flutter of his lover’s lashes under his mouth, the older man licked at the salted water along the lids, stroking away the strong emotions of Min’s soul with his tongue. Smiling, Se7en pursed his lips and trailed a lengthy staggering kiss across Min’s mouth, stopping at his ear and blowing hard against it, creating a raspberry noise on his lover’s skin.
The feel of Se7en’s mouth on his neck made Changmin laughed, a hearty welcome burst between them. It sounded so different in person, the phone line between them filtering out the golden tone at the end. Nuzzling his lover’s neck, the older man breathed in the scent of Min’s hair, licking at the other man’s collar bone before kissing him again.
“You really should stop swearing.” Min’s eyes were crinkled, humour lighting up their depths.
“Fuck that.” Se7en growled, playfully gnawing on his jaw line. “I see you and I just want to do the basest of things to you.”
“I think I’m going to let you do the basest of things to me.” The feel of Se7en around him felt as good as breathing clean air. Changmin closed his eyes for a moment, etching the moment into his heart. When he opened them, he saw the clean profile of the man he loved, as strong and vibrant as the image he held in his mind.
“Shit,” The older man jerked his head back, staring down at Min’s upturned face. “Is everything okay? I mean, I didn’t even think about that. Is your family okay? The guys; nothing’s wrong right?”
“Everyone’s fine.” Min’s heart softened, his fingers trailing over his lover’s expressive mouth. “I came here only to see you. Okay, so I called my mother to tell her that I was in Seoul but only so she knew and I could find out where to get things for dinner on such a short notice.”
“You told your mom you were here?” Cocking his head, Se7en regarded the young man, intrigued. “How much have you told her?”
“She knows about you.” Changmin admitted softly, his voice the barest of whispers over his breathing. “She’s always known that I’ve liked… men. And women. It’s not that I don’t like women. Just that I like you… a lot.”
“And she’s okay with this.” It wasn’t a question. Not really. Se7en wondered at the relationship his lover had with his family, seeing the trust in the woman that raised Min plain on his face.
“Mom knows who I am, Shichi.” He replied. “She’s always known. We’ve never kept any secrets from each other. She’s always taught me that I should love who I want and need to, not who the world thinks I should. I’m grateful for her. For that and so many things.”
“Yeah?” Se7en continued to rock his lover, enjoying the feel of the young man in his arms. The days he’d spent apart from Min were agonizing. Each free minute dominated either by work or his body tugging him back to Japan and back to the somber, curious young man he’d fallen for. “Your mother is very different from mine.”
“She think you might be good for me.” Changmin leaned into Se7en’s mouth, stealing a small nibble of his lips. “I told her that you make me smile and that every once in a while, you tease me and I like it.”
“Do you talk to her about, um, everything?” He asked, keeping Min close. He could feel his body reacting. It always reacted strongly to the presence of the young man. There was no helping the passion that raged through his limbs and across his belly, sometimes just at the thought of Changmin lying naked next to him. A clothed, warm Min in his arms was nearly as dangerous to his composure.
“A bit. Mom’s been very supportive. Of everything really.” Changmin sighed, cuddling into Se7en’s arms. “I told her that I loved you. She told me that I was lucky that you were my friend as much as my lover. Mom thinks that it’s a good thing we can laugh as well as make love. She’d hoped that for my first time.”
“Ah, so even talking about sex with your mother.” The older man whistled under his breath. “If I ever meet her, I’m going to have a hard time talking without blushing. She’ll know all my secrets.”
“She only knows that you took your time with me.” He reassured his lover, rubbing noses with Se7en. “And that I enjoyed it. A lot. Okay, more than a lot. She’s okay with that. Mom just wants me to be happy and live my life as best I can.”
“How did you get in?” Nipping a small sliver of skin between his teeth, Se7en smiled, satisfied with the tiny mark he left behind. “Not that I mind, baby. In fact, if you’re going to be sneaking off to Korea surprise me, I’m going to get your own key.”
“Taebin-hyung met me at the airport.” Min explained. “Jaejoong called him for me and arranged it. I figured you wouldn’t mind since, well, he knows about us.”
“Ah, Tae. I’m going to have to listen to him teasing me about how you bring me to my knees with that sexy smile of yours.” Amused, the singer sighed. “Not that I mind. I’ll give him a call tomorrow to thank him.”
“He said that you owe him a lap dance.” Changmin laughed. “From a girl. Not from you. He’s got a dirty mind. And as dirty of a mouth as you do.”
“That’s my boy.” Se7en nodded.
“I thought I was your…” Min couldn’t complete the sentence, his mind too strained from the effort of trying to beat Se7en at his game. “I can’t say that. I just can’t.”
“It’s okay. I don’t think of you as a boy, baby. Just as my lover.”
“Remind me to send your mother a very large bouquet of flowers for raising you.” Se7en murmured, placing a soft kiss along Min’s temple. “Later though. I think I’m hungry. What did you make me?”
“Kalbi.” Changmin said. “When I called her, Mom told me where I could get marinated meat and things for the cabbage salad I made you before. I didn’t know when you’d be home but I wanted to recreate our first meal but figured kalbi would be better since it took longer to cook. It was so nice until…”
Min trailed off, the incidents of that night left unsaid. There were too many things that drove them apart that evening and so much that eventually brought them back together. In creating their evening again, Changmin hoped to re-invent those memories, washing away the bitterness of harsh words left to steep too long.
“Tell me you got cheesecake and I’ll love you forever.” Se7en slid his hands down to span Min’s waist.
“You’d better rethink that.” Changmin warned, shaking his head at his lover’s silliness. “Because forever is a long time to promise just for some cheesecake.”
“You don’t know how much I love cheesecake.” The older man waggled his eyebrows, reluctantly released his young lover as Min pulled away to check on the food. Se7en padded after him, smug at the domestic scene playing out in his kitchen. “And I can think of worse ways to spend forever than you underneath me.”
“Who’s to say I’m always going to be the one underneath?” Changmin scoffed, reaching for the package of instant noodles he’d found in Se7en’s pantry. The pickings there had been lean, no spices to speak of and barely enough cooking oil to grease the stove’s grill. Thankfully, he’d gotten mostly everything else on the way over or they’d been forced to eat cans of vinegar-soaked vegetables and lime-flavoured ice.
Opening the wine cabinet, Se7en contemplated his choices. He drank wine purely for the taste, preferring reds that were to his liking rather than what people told him were good. Pulling out a cabernet he liked, Se7en turned around and grinned at Min’s perplexed look.
“What?” Se7en glanced down at the bottle before putting it on the counter. “You’re a wine critic too?”
“No,” Min shook his head. “I don’t know anything about wine but there is a bear breathing fire on that label. That’s kind of scary.”
“Trust me on this, Minnie-ah,” He reached for a pair of wine glasses, turning on the faucet to rise out any dust that might have gathered on the glasses’ bowls. “A lot of people pay a lot of money for wines because someone told them that it’s good or something incredible. Truth is, unless you spend a lot of time tasting wines, you should just go with what you like.”
“The fire-breathing bear wine… very good.” Se7en reassured his lover with a kiss. “And it will go well with kalbi. And your crunchy sweet salad.”
“You don’t have a rice cooker here either.” Changmin nodded towards a small bright red appliance sitting against the counter’s back splash. “I think your designer should be beaten. What kind of Asian kitchen doesn’t have a rice cooker?”
“My kitchens don’t usually have any Asians in them.” He remarked with a shrug. “I don’t cook a lot. Okay make that I don’t cook at all. Mostly instant food or take out. I use my refrigerator and garbage can. Sometimes my microwave.”
“And wine glasses.” The younger man shook his head, sliding around Se7en’s waist, his hand at the other man’s back. “Stand still. I need to get some banchan out of the fridge.”
“I wouldn’t trust anything that’s in there.” Se7en made a face.
“I figured as much.” Changmin replied, gathering up small clear plastic containers. “I stopped at a banchan merchant on the way over. I didn’t think you’d have anything worth eating in your kitchen.”
“You have so little faith in me.” The older man peered around his lover’s shoulder, staring into the nearly empty depths of his ice box. “Okay, so there isn’t a lot of food there but there’s some in the freezer.”
“You have more instant noodles in your cupboard.” Min began handing the other man containers. “Be useful. Put these in some bowls.”
“We’re not just going to eat out of these?” Se7en wrinkled his nose, wondering if he even had banchan bowls in his cabinets. Min’s steely look made him nod curtly, smartly turning on his heel and begin to search through his cupboards. Finding a few shallow bowls, he looked over his shoulder, seeing Min had turned back to laying raw slices of meat on the stove’s grill. “They’re not going to match. Is that okay?”
“That should be fine.” Min murmured, turning the thick meat pieces over with a pair of tongs. The kalbi was fragrant, the scents of ginger and sesame seed oil filling the kitchen. “Do you want to eat at the dining room table or by the windows?”
“I have a dining room table?” Se7en grinned at Min’s shocked look. “I usually cover it with music and other stuff. I don’t think I’ve actually eaten there. By the windows is good. I like watching the lights on your face while we eat. It makes you pretty.”
Min’s blush was sweet, Se7en thought to himself as he opened up containers and sniffed at the contents. Using a spoon, he dished out a blood-red kimchi, the fragrant peppers and cabbage making his mouth water. Others followed; kkakdugi, japchae, sigeumchi-namul, gakdugi and Se7en’s favourite, mu-chae. Stealing a shred of white radish, Se7en placed the banchan on what he thought was a serving tray, earning him another odd look from Changmin.
“Now what?” He asked, kissing Min’s neck then sniffing at the cooking meat.
“That’s a cookie sheet, Shichi.” Changmin nodded at Se7en’s choice of platters.
“It’s flat.” Se7en responded. “What else do we need?”
“True.” Min agreed. The meat looked done to him, seared to a dark caramel brown. Placing the strips on a plate, he turned the stove off, turning to watch Se7en scooping rice into a bowl.
Watching Se7en was a delight, the man’s strong hands competently economical as he moved the wooden spatula around the rice pot. To Min’s eyes, he looked like he’d fallen from heaven, dark hair over high cheekbones and the beautiful, sensual mouth that brought such pleasure to nearly every inch of Changmin’s body. Se7en pinched a few grains between his fingers, bringing them up to be suckled clean. The older man turned, stopping when he saw his lover staring at him.
“What?” Se7en said around his fingers, looking down at the bowl of rice.
“Nothing. I just like watching you eat.” Min replied, his voice soft and affectionate.
“I like eating you while I watch.” Se7en grins when Min gasped in shock. Walking the bowl out to the low table by the windows, he bent over, given Changmin a good view of his rear. “You are so easy to make bashful. It’s cute.”
“I am not cute.” Min threatened his lover with the pair of tongs covered with kalbi sauce. “I am fierce.”
“You keep telling yourself that, Minku.” Se7en laughed, returning to the kitchen to retrieve the cookie sheet. “Come on, I want to spend some time feeding you before I strip you naked and have you on the floor.”
Se7en leaned over his lover’s shoulder, tipping Min’s chin until he could reach his mouth. Dipping his head down, the older man opened his lips, slowly letting a dribble of wine flow from him onto Min’s tongue. Lowering his mouth down, he sealed their kiss, stroking Min’s neck with his finger tips, feeling the young man swallow under his hand.
With Min laying with his back to Se7en’s stomach, they’d watched the city lights slowly come on, the far off hills scalloping shadows between the jutting buildings. From the apartment, they could see the river, a silvery streak sparkling under the light-bleached sky. A rolling bank of fog hung just beyond the ridge, slowly moving to veil the farther hills.
“You taste so good.” Se7en’s voice cracked, a dark undertone purring under his words. He could fall into Min’s eyes, their sienna depths holding so many answers to the world and more than a few questions, the young man’s curiosity flickering up from his soul. “I could just sit here and drink from you forever.”
“Forever is a long time to live without food.” Min replied, laughing softly at Se7en’s chuckle.
“So it is all about food then for you.” He bit down on the young man’s collarbone, frustrated by the cotton shirt in his way. “Lean forward, Minku. I’ve got to take some of your clothes off.”
“How about if we take all of my clothes off?” Changmin bent forward, shedding the t-shirt and letting it slither to the floor. Standing, he stepped away from the couch, ducking out of Se7en’s reach. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, he turned, his eyes unconsciously seductive as he licked his mouth with a slow, sensual movement of his tongue.
“I think that’s possibly the best idea since you snuck off and came here.” Reaching for Min, Se7en stood, quickly grabbing at the young man’s waist before he slipped too far away. “Come along, Minku. Let me show you where the bedroom is. I’ve got plans for that delicious body of yours.”
“Do I get to have any plans for yours?” Min stopped quickly, holding Se7en’s fingers tight in his hand.
Se7en didn’t have to wonder what Min was asking. Since he’d first given the older singer control over how their relationship developed, Changmin strained at not being able to set some sort of pace for their loving, his subtly aggressive personality at odds with being guided through an unfamiliar path.
The Changmin he knew had to have some say in his life. It was an intrinsic desire to be in control of his own destiny. Se7en understood that. He shared that trait with his young lover. It’s what bound their friendship tight about their love, the knowing that they hungered to reach goals they set for themselves, including each other.
“Baby, I would love to be a part of any plan you might have for me.” Lifting Min’s hand to his mouth, Se7en kissed the younger man’s fingers, turning his arm over to place another kiss on the fluttering pulse on Min’s wrist. “I trust you. I’m yours as much as you are mine, Minku. Fully and completely.”