kat_elric: (From the Soul to the Song)
Part One

Of Flesh Fur and Fang
Mating an Alpha
Part Two

Part Two )

AN: Here is the second and final part to this little thing. I really liked how this turned out and it was nice to finally be able to tell their story. If you enjoyed reading this and haven't read the story that spawned it you can find it here.

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Coffee Mugs )

AN: Some days I worry about my muses.
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A Love Greater Than Time
For [livejournal.com profile] xcrimsonxangelx
Set in the universe of Of Flesh, Fur, and Fang and Of Blood and Brooms

“I love you,” he whispered softly, still clearly audible to the other werewolf’s sharp hearing.

“I would hope so,” the man replied with a smile, tucking the last of the dishes away in their rightful place.

Hands settled at his hips, warm and comforting, drawing his body back into a solid form as soon as he had closed the door to the storage container for their dishware. “I really love you,” the man murmured nibbling at his ear gently.

“Kangin,” he said patiently, relaxing into the strong hold, “I know that. What brought on this declaration?”

“We’ve been together a long time,” the man said as if it was his way of explanation. A long time was an understatement of the century since they had been together for 362 years and 4 months by his count. “And we have been through a lot together.”

At the words his mind raced back over the years, over the countless battles they had weathered both inside and out. It raced back over the numerous additions to their pack, the joy in seeing its members find their own mates and the wonder when a precious few were able to produce children from that bond. He remembered the laughter of the pups playing through their house, the deep sorrow as a member of their pack was killed and her mate’s longing to follow her into death, the struggle to save him, and the peace of seeing him mated again.

He could remember the closely guarded secret of their race, and the point in time when science grew so advanced that they couldn’t hide what they were any longer. He remembered the genocide of their kind, the fight that had wiped out over half of their pack and left every wolf within changed; the fight for their simple survival against the fragile yet tenacious creatures that they almost all used to be. He remembered the pain, the fear, the joy, and the tears. He remembered that through it all, they had been together.

“We have,” he murmured, turning in the hold of the other man so that they could face each other, “and you know that I love you deeper than any words can express. You can feel it, so why this sudden train of thought?”

“I was just thinking,” the Alpha admitted.

“Dangerous thing that is,” the man quipped drawing a smile from the older wolf.

“What would I have done if I had lost you?”

“Gone on like you always have. You have the pack to protect,” Leeteuk replied, knowing that it was the truth.

“Siwon and his mate can take care of them,” he brushed off. “I’m old, and I’m tired.” The words brought back a fear that had begun bubbling at the back of Leeteuk’s mind as of late. He himself was ancient as far as human life spans went, living well over his share of years, but Kangin, although he had never said, had to be nearly double that. Most old wolves lost a part of themselves to their Beasts and he was surprised that Kangin hadn’t.

“Our pack is safe now, safer than they were before the Discovery,” he said firmly referring the common name for the time when humanity had discovered the existence of supernatural things as more than simply tale or myth. “It’s like the days back when I was born but with better technology.”

“Yes I do so enjoy running water,” Leeteuk said with a smile, an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I’m not quite that old,” Kangin grinned.

“Some civilizations did have running water fairly early on,” he countered. Kangin laughed and growled all at the same time, leaning in to steal a kiss.

“You know what I mean,” he rumbled against the other man’s lips.

“I do,” Leeteuk replied honestly. “And when you are ready to go swimming, you know I will be right there beside you.”

“I know.” Any werewolf overhearing their conversation would know instantly what it was that they were referring too. Werewolves could not simply die of old age, the magic in their blood healed them too quickly for that. They could, however, both be killed and commit suicide since no werewolf could float and most could not swim. A silver bullet to the head would work just as well, but few wolves chose to end it in that way. “I could never be responsible for your death.”

“And so here we are, 200 years later, having the same old conversation,” Leeteuk told him. “Go make something useful of yourself, after all you are Alpha over a fairly large domain. I’m sure there is someone who has trouble you can sort out.”

“Bleh,” he grimaced, “It’s all fights over territory and mates with these pups. It gets tiring.”

“Yes your life has been oh so boring since the humans fled,” Leeteuk said dryly reminding him of the moment nearly 50 years ago when the humans who could not beat all things supernatural had fled to the cities built in the sky to leave those they called ‘beasts’ to rule the earth. That had suited the species left behind just fine and by mutual agreement they had stripped down several of the humans more massive cities to something more reminiscent of a time nearly 500 years before. “Now you know how I feel doing your house work day after day.”

“I told you we could hire someone else for that,” Kangin said with a wince.

Leeteuk shooed him away, “I enjoy it. Now go do something productive and let me clean my kitchen. I need to get ready for dinner tomorrow the Inner Pack is coming over.”

“Then by all means I will take my leave,” Kangin grinned and held up his hands in defeat.

“Good. You might as well go help Zhou mi. I heard he was going to try his Quieter influence on a dragon again, and you know how well that went last time,” Leeteuk informed him.

Kangin chuckled, “About as well as it did when he tried to Quiet a Fae for the first time. I might just do that.” Leeteuk could see the bunching of muscle in Kangin’s upper body as he rolled his shoulders. The excitement at the prospect of a fight was bubbling through their bond, and Leeteuk shook his head as he moved back to the counter. A bored wolf was one who thought of silly things like going for a final late night swim and Kangin tended to be more bored then most.

He could hear his mate bounding out of the house, and unlike hundreds of years ago, he didn’t worry for his return. The worst that could happen would be the death of them and after all their time of living, that didn’t seem altogether that bad. After all, no matter what sort of trouble the Alpha got up too, he could feel, as steady as the first day he felt it, the deep pulse of love and that made everything alright.

AN: Well when I said I wanted the muses to wake up, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind... I guess this is what happens when you have characters that are nearly immortal... interesting... lol
kat_elric: (SHINee - back)
Of Blood and Brooms
Chapter Seventeen )


AN: And so this comes to an end. I'm somewhat sad to see it end as I have loved this little universe. I already am feeling the urge to write in it again so I highly doubt that this will be it.... However I am hoping that my next large project will be something that some of you have been waiting for a very long time for. Here is hopping that the muses will fully cooperate with me on that. I hope everyone enjoyed the end of this story!


Sep. 30th, 2011 11:58 pm
kat_elric: (betray myself - sora)

“Who are you?” Donghae asked staring at the foot of the bed and the young woman that had suddenly appeared there from seemingly nowhere.

She, dressed in the sheer bright fabrics that he associated with a desert people straight out of the movies, inclined her head as if she was pondering the best way to answer. “You could call me a genie of sorts, I suppose,” she replied finally. Her voice was soft, musical even, and it soothed him without him really realizing why.

The young man sent a sideways glance at the glass sitting on the small table beside the bed. He didn’t think that Leeteuk would have spiked it with anything, but there was hardly another explanation for the apparition that had appeared in front of him. Hotel security wasn’t as good at that of their apartment, but he highly doubted that a young woman would be able to sneak all the way to the fifteenth floor and into his room without anyone having noticed. Logic dictated that he was either drunk or dreaming and he found that he didn’t much care which.

“I get a wish then?” he asked, grinning. He might as well stretch this as far as he could.

“Yes,” she replied, shifting and crossing one leg over the other daintily, causing the flowing lavender material to shift around her. “You have one wish you may make.”

“Just one? I thought the rule was three?” he grumbled. Even his imagination was giving him the short end of the stick.

She sighed, and he wondered if she heard that complaint a lot. “Do you see a lamp? Three wishes is for those bound to lamp. One wish is for those of us that choose from need.” That sounded needlessly cryptic even for his imagination, and he would rather not think too hard on it. He nodded his understanding and she smiled, possibly relieved that she didn’t have to elaborate. “What is your wish? What would you change?”

There were so many things he could wish for, so much that he wanted. He could wish for life for his father, although he was fairly certain that was in the genie’s big book of Impossible Three. He could wish for a wife, a woman to spoil and to hold him in the dark of the night. He could wish for health abundant for his fellow members, for bodies so healthy that they wouldn’t know what to do with it. He could wish for an end to the lawsuits or for that matter a freak fire to consume certain key people and things. So many thoughts flitted across his mind, but the one on his heart was so much simpler than any other.

“I wish to go back to the time before this was a job, before I got paid, and before I started hating being on stage,” he whispered.

The smile of the young woman was sad as she gazed upon him. “As with all good things, it will come to an end,” she told him gently.

He nodded, remembering the movies and book, how a wish or request could go badly. Donghae thought momentarily about retracting the request but her hand was already reaching out, fingers brushing gently against his forehead. “Enjoy your wish,” she murmured, and his eyes fluttered shut as the softness of the bed faded beneath him.

For a few hours, Lee Donghae lost himself in a lighter time, a time where the stage was still new and every moment was exciting. He relished the excited flutter of his heart, the crack of his voice, the tremble of his limbs, the screams of the fans. The moments with the members of his group, with all thirteen there, going over the steps one more time before they went on, retracting their moves because they wanted to be perfect, not because someone said they had to be. He breathed in the scent of the stage, the lights, the drying paint and sweat as if it were the first time again. Every moment he savored as the music started and he moved with a joy long gone, sang with a heart that had melted away.

Each moment he took and stored within himself so that when his eyes opened to the cold hotel room and he felt the weariness of his body, he had something to get him through, something to help him last. He could hear the echoes of her words fading with the sharpness of the feelings, ‘What is your wish?’

At one point in his life he had thought he would always be able to say he wouldn’t wish for a thing, that he had everything that he had dreamed of. He didn’t know when that had changed to the deepest wish of his being, the answer that he could never speak.

“What would you change?”


AN: This came to me as I was driving home and Airplanes by B.O.B. came on my ipod. Immediately I thought of Super Junior as I have more and more while listening to that song lately. It just seems like that song could easily be the cry of their hearts. In a way I suppose this is my response to the recent performances that they have been giving. Even the most unobservant fan can see that their hearts are not in it right now and it is just so sad...
kat_elric: (SHINee - back)
Of Blood and Brooms
Chapter 16 )

Chapter Seventeen


AN: So here it is! The second to last chapter! I hope all of you are still enjoying it as much as I am. One more chapter and we are done. The good news is that I have it already written and off to the betas! (or it will be shortly... ^^;)

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Title: In the Prince’s Garden
Author: [livejournal.com profile] kat_elric
Team: AU
Rating: R
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Heechul/Hangeng (other side pairings will occur or be hinted at)
Summary: The Prince of the land is a spoiled selfish brat concerned only with his own wellbeing and pleasure. Yet the one thing the prince wants, he can never have – his first and favorite Petal as his personal lover. However if something isn’t done fast none of it will matter as there won’t be a kingdom left for the Prince to rule over.
Author's Note: Thanks to my two wonderful betas who read through this for me. Also thanks for all the support from the team! You guys are great!
Prompt Used: T-ara - Wae Ireoni

In the Prince’s Garden )

Part Two
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Part 2 )

AN: This was originally written for team AU for kpopolymfics (which my team won. Go us!) Unfortunately I think only 2 people voted on it and the votes were so so for it. Still I decided to share it here since I am suspicious that most of you never made it over there. I hope you enjoyed this!
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So I stole this from [livejournal.com profile] saanrio and have decided to work on the periodically when the mood strikes me. So to that end this post will be updated with them whenever I get the chance to do so. Enjoy!

Step 1: Write down the names of 10 characters.

Step 2: Write a fic of [at least] twenty five words for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. DO NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.

Characters/Prompts )

Drabbles )
kat_elric: (SHINee - lost)
Of Blood and Brooms
Chapter 15 )

Chapter Sixteen


AN: Sorry that it has been so long since I have posted a chapter! Most of that is to blame on muses that didn't want any part of the battle scenes... Thank you all for sticking with me. I only think there are a few more chapters before this will be considered done so hang in there! I can't tell you all how much I appreciate your patience. I don't get any messages or e-mails demanding that I update or complaining that I haven't and I really appreciate that!

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kat_elric: (SHINee - Onew/Key white)
Of Blood and Brooms
Chapter Fourteen )

Chapter Fifteen


AN: See the battle has started! *ducks from the potential of angry readers*
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A Time of Rest
For [livejournal.com profile] saanrio

It was dark enough that he had to take off his shoes and wander around in his bare feet until he had mapped out where the water edge was with enough accuracy that he could trust the blanket he spread to stay dry when it was down. He spread it carefully over the sand, moving the small cooler closer to the edge of it. It was a shame that they couldn’t be here during the day but not only would the hectic schedule of Super Junior not allow it, the fans would swarm them under. He couldn’t even chance a night with any sort of a moon and he had to wait until the moon was new and not shinning in the sky.

For a while he had been worried that the wait would be too long, that the comeback schedules of the large group would be enough exhaust the man, or worse kill off any of the enthusiasm he had regained from the promotions of M&D. Yet somehow they had made it to the appointed midweek day and nothing untoward had happened, much to his relief.

Up the beach he saw the flash of the headlights of a car along the road, once, twice, and then a third time. It was the signal that they he had worked out and he was relieved to see it. He quickly made a mental note to thank Siwon with something nice in the future and perhaps arrange a time when the man would be able to join them.

The car pulled away and for a moment he worried that things hadn’t worked out as he had been planning, then he saw the glow of a cell phone and heard the familiar voice grumbling out curses as he moved forward. “Here, Heechul,” he called, giving the man direction.

The phone immediately turned towards the sound of his voice and began moving rapidly to it. “Jungmo?” Heechul’s voice called as he neared, a shadow of barely suppressed fear in it.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he repeated, moving beyond the blanket to the light. His fingers touched a too thin arm taking grip of it lightly.

“Bastard,” Heechul cursed, and he supposed he deserved the fist that landed somewhere in the region of his solar plexus. The man could hit a lot harder then he looked like he should be able to, and Jungmo rubbed at the spot lightly. “I could have died coming out onto a dark beach!”

“Not before I did,” Jungmo grumbled. “I’ve been here without a light for half an hour.”

“You’re the moron that decided to do this and I will be killing you and Siwon for this shit! Now take me home.” It was a demand, but not one that Jungmo felt inclined to obey. He knew how to handle the beast.

“Give me that,” he said reaching for the phone. Heechul jerked it away immediately stepping backwards. “If I have to wrestle you for it I will and when I get it, it is going in the water.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Heechul hissed.

In the soft glow of the phone screen Jungmo met the other man’s eyes evenly. “Try me,” he challenged. Long ago they had gone head to head and pushed each other enough that they had come to an understanding. Jungmo would do what he had threatened and Heechul knew it.

“I don’t need it anyway,” Heechul snapped, slapping it down onto Jungmo’s out stretched hand. He took a moment to shut off the device and then tucked it safely into one of his pockets. “If one of the managers needs me,” Heechul said almost as an afterthought.

“Then they will have to do without you for a few hours,” Jungmo said firmly. “Come on.” His hand slipped into Heechul’s and he tried not to wince when the man dug his nails into his flesh. Heechul never had taken well to surprises but his reluctance to take time for himself willingly made the hated surprise necessary.

Jungmo led them by memory back towards the blanket, his bare feet telling him when they were there. By the time he had reached it, his night vision had returned and he could make out the faint outline of shapes through the darkness. “Here, sit.”

“I’m not sitting on the sand,” Heechul said haughtily.

“There is a blanket,” Jungmo responded, tugging on the other man’s hand lightly.

Slowly, as if he was against the whole idea, Heechul sunk down on the blanket. When he was seated, Jungmo quickly moved to the cooler and pulled out one of the chilled bottles of beer. He pressed it into Heechul’s hand and he swore he could feel the smirk coming off the other man as he passed him a bottle opener as well.

They drank in silence for a while, Jungmo looking up at the stars and occasionally glancing at the man beside him who seemed to be staring at the dark water straight ahead of them. “It’s so still,” Heechul said finally, softly.

Jungmo glanced at the water and listened to the sound of the quietly lapping waves. It really did seem like the night was rather still, as there wasn’t even much of a breeze to stir their hair. “Yeah.”

“I don’t remember when the last time I was still was,” Heechul whispered. Then he laughed bitterly, “but then there are a lot of things that I don’t remember feeling.” Jungmo heard him take a swig of the alcohol and he sipped his own, waiting for the man to continue.

“I don’t remember what it feels like to love being on stage,” Heechul said finally. Jungmo winced. That had been why they had created M&D, so that Heechul could find that joy again and he had, for a while.

“Yes you do,” Jungmo countered, knowing that it was at least partially true.

“Maybe Hangeng had the right idea,” he mused.

That was a discussion they had had on more than one occasion. “Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. It’s a moot point since we both know you can’t leave.”

A sigh and then another drink. “No I can’t. Then they really would die.” He could have been talking about any one of the ten remaining members and it pained Jungmo that he couldn’t do more for them.

“Do you have another one of these?” Heechul asked, waving the now empty bottle.

“Yes, but only one more for you,” Jungmo told him reaching towards the cooler. Heechul grunted and accepted the second bottle without a word sipping it slowly as Jungmo had been his. “I have something else for you,” Jungmo told the man, pulling out a carton from the cooler and fishing out a spoon.

Heechul was curious, he could tell from the questing fingers that accepted the items after having tucked the bottle of beer safely in the sand. “Ice cream?” he asked, popping the top off the carton. “This had better be the good shit,” he warned. Jungmo smiled and knew the moment that Heechul actually tasted the substance by the little moan the man produced. He knew better than to try and buy Heechul anything other than gourmet ice cream. If the man was going to eat the calories, he had always been determined to enjoy every ounce of it.

They sat in silence once more, Heechul slowly working down his pint of melting dessert and Jungmo sipping his beer. The sound of the water was soothing as was the ease of their friendship when everything else was laid aside. Jungmo shifted, resting back on the blanket his head propped on one arm and his drink still held in the other hand. The stars seemed to twinkle overhead, a beautiful display in the night sky and he sighed in contentment. He had done this for Heechul, the only thing he could think of to do for the man, but perhaps he had needed it just as much.

“Jungmo,” he heard his name called softly. Then a dark shape blocked the view of the stars. It was the only warning he got before Heechul’s lips were on his and they were kissing slow and familiar. Jungmo abandoned his bottle to the sand so that his hand could lift and run through the dark hair of the man who was one of his dearest friends as Heechul thanked him in one of the only ways he knew how, with a slow sensual press of lips and teasing flicks of a white chocolate flavored tongue.
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Of Blood and Brooms
Chapter Thirteen )

Chapter Fourteen


AN: I'm particularly unsure about this chapter but I think it worked out well. Big battle here we come!
kat_elric: (SHINee - back)
Of Blood and Brooms
Chapter Twelve )

Chapter Thirteen


AN: Man this week has been totally crazy! I haven't had a lot of time to do much of anything. Hopefully that will change this weekend and I can get back to writing and generally relaxing. Hope you all are still enjoy this even though I feel like I am hearing from less and less of you.... *pouts*
kat_elric: (SHINee - Onew/Key white)
Of Blood and Brooms
Chapter Eleven )

Chapter Twelve


AN: This fic is beginning to make me have to remind the muses that it is supposed to be focused on SHINee.... the silly things. I still have a lot of stuff planned for this universe including the end of this arc which will probably be around eight to ten more chapters... possibly more depending on where the characters take me... now I'm going to go crawl in a hole and sleep off the rest of whatever this crap I have...

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Need You Now
For [livejournal.com profile] kaitsu_ralia
This takes place in the universe of Of Flesh, Fur, and Fang

It had been inevitable, he had always known that. The first second the vampire had reached into his mind and seen exactly what and who he was, he should have known. The very moment he felt drawn to the creature he thought he would never do anything but loath, he should have run. He hadn’t, and the need had grown, building within him until he couldn’t resist it anymore.

The vampire was always warm, surprisingly so, with soft skin that was so pliant beneath his hands. He couldn’t compare it with being with a human, since he never had been, but there was something so magical about their coming together that could never happen with a human anyway. The need didn’t go away when they kissed and it hadn’t lessened with the first thrust of their bodies, or any of the ones after that. It was need that went beyond something sexual, beyond that which normal humans could feel.

He knew what it was, he recognized it for what it could be, knew the danger of it, and still he was finding it hard to resist. The first time had been born of desperate need, not in bedroom but elsewhere, the second had been an accident, a slip on one of their parts that hadn’t been intention, but this was different. A third time would seal it, make it unbreakable, trap him where his was, in a life he swore never to return to and he couldn’t deny the desire.

His mind was fully in control of his actions when he tipped his head to the side, in clear invitation to fulfill the need. The hesitation from the vampire, although brief, didn’t lessen the desire at all and he moaned when the teeth pierced his skin. It wasn’t enough, there was still more that he needed, and he had never been one to only go half way. He could feel his teeth lengthening into those that filled his mouth when he took on his feline form, sharpening and becoming deadly. It was the only part of his body to shift, the only part he needed, and there was no resistance as they slid easily through pale skin.

Blood flooded his mouth, the bold of a vampire, rich and dark with a flavor so addictive that his body shook like a junky getting a fix after a long abstinence. His body curled with desire so intense that he jerked once, twice more before pleasure rolled through him at his physical release. That pleasure was nothing compared to the pleasure of the power rolling through his senses, overwhelming him.

They drank there fill and then some, and when he was finished he licked at the spot as his teeth receded to their normal length. At some point they had shifted from their upright position to a reclining one, his full weight resting on the vampire beneath him, nearly boneless. A normal human would have been crushed under the weight of him, but the vampire was purring contently as he licked at the wound he had created in his neck.

The need wasn’t fulfilled, nearly so, but not quiet. He was still seated deeply within the vampire when he began to shift his body restlessly, lapping at the last of the blood. He was high, a rational part of him knew, soaring on a drug better than any money could buy, but there was still something else, something more. Then there it was, the stirring in his mind as the vampire shifted against him, responding to his body. It was the question, the want, and he opened himself to it, dropping all of his barriers and letting the vampire’s mind sink deeply into his. Finally the need was fulfilled in all the ways it could be, all the ways it had demanded to be, and in relenting to it he had doomed himself to destruction.

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AN: I couldn't resist even though this is set in future and technically a spoiler... you all knew it was bound to happen right?

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Straight to Number One )

Song Drabble Masterlist

AN: I cannot believe I wrote that.... *dies*

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I Can See Nothing But You - Aaron Yan
For [livejournal.com profile] lil_aqua_chic

It was always in the darkness of the night that they came together like this. Kyuhyun in his t-shirt and pajama pants and Zhou mi in simply his boxers, sliding under covers to entangle each other in the wrap of their limbs. Zhou mi couldn’t stand to be alone when they were in Korea, and Kyuhyun was of like mind when they were in China.

Most nights they still pretended to sleep in their own beds, tried to stay that way through the whole night, but they weren’t fooling anyone with the pretense. It wasn’t as though anything happened beneath the covers, they weren’t stupid enough for that, but Donghae still teased them mercilessly about it.

Kyuhyun simply understood him in a way no one else could, understood the deepest needs of his heart that perhaps he himself didn’t even know of yet. That clever smile and those mischievous eyes knew exactly what to do no matter what the situation and Zhou mi returned the favor in like matter.

They contented themselves with the brush of fingers across skin, the soft press of lips, simple caresses, not sexual, just comfort. It wasn’t from lack of desire that nothing had happened, but they weren’t foolish to think that they could have secret escapades between the sheets. The managers looked the other way when there was a mutual hand exchange in the bathroom between members, or something of the like, but they would never be able to look the other way from them. Zhou mi knew that if they began then he would have to have Kyuhyun entirely, wholly, to make the young man his in every sense of the word as often as humanly possible. If they started he never would be able to stop.

Possibly some day, when they were retired and news of them was a passing thing, when cameras weren’t turned on their every move, and when they could breathe without everyone knowing exactly how they did so, they could try to have something more between them. Possibly by the time they arrived at that seemingly distant point, the feelings wouldn’t even remain between them and there would be nothing to hide after all. Until then, until they were free to be simply people, Zhou mi would have to content himself with what they had and most days he felt that it was deeper and better than sex anyway.

Song Drabble Masterlist

AN: I kinda like this short little one.

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What Can I Do?
For [livejournal.com profile] takchik
Set in the From the Soul to the Song universe.

“Wait please,” he cried, knowing that tears were running down his cheeks and there was nothing that he could do to stop them. “Don’t leave me. I’ll do anything.” He didn’t know when he had grown desperate enough to offer that, perhaps it had been the moment Kibum had looked at him and spoke those fatal words.

“There isn’t a thing you can do,” Kibum told him, pity on his face. “With Eunhyuk dead, I just can’t stay anymore. You can’t give me what I need.”

The mention of the loss of the other third of their team sent a pain straight through his heart and he couldn’t help the sob of grief that escaped his lips. “Please Kibum,” he moaned, “please. Without you I can’t – I don’t – I won’t be able to live,” he cried.

“I’m sorry Donghae,” Kibum said and he could feel the pity in waves but none of the love that he normally felt rolling off the man, it was as if it was gone.

“I’ll die,” he whimpered, knowing that the heartache alone would kill him. “When you leave I’ll die.”

“Don’t say that Donghae, I’m not going anywhere,” was the response that didn’t match what he was feeling or the expression on Kibum’s face.

“Shh, we’re hear Donghae, we aren’t leaving,” a voice that he had never thought to hear again said.

“Hyukjae?” he called surprised and confused.

“That’s right Donghae, we’re here, open your eyes,” came the soothing murmur.

Confusion rolled in him and all at once everything made sense. He closed his eyes, letting the sight of the Kibum who was willing to walk away fade until it was nothing as he sought out the emotions of the men beside him. Love surrounded him pulling him from slumber into wakefulness with a gentle tug. His eyes, when he opened them at last were wet with tears and he immediately saw Kibum and Eunhyuk, one on either side of him looking down at him.

“You were dead,” he choked out, curling on his side into Eunhyuk’s body.

The other man held him close, smoothing a hand through his hair. “I’m right here. You’re safe I’m here.”

Kibum pressed firmly against his back so that he was sandwiched safely between them. “It was just a dream Donghae. Just a dream. We aren’t going anywhere.”

He must have been talking in his sleep, he realized, for them to know as much as they seemed to. “If you leave me, I…” he let his words trail off, not wanting to say what he knew would happen to him.

“It would kill us to leave you,” Kibum agreed, feathering kisses over the back of his neck and line of his shoulder. “We could never bring ourselves to do it, let alone want to. We love you Donghae. You feel that. We aren’t leaving.” Donghae didn’t say anything in response beyond a small whimper. Knowing was one thing, but the dream had felt so real it was difficult to shake.

“I think we need to remind him,” Eunhyuk murmured, and there was humor rolling off him along with deep affection as well as the beginnings of arousal.

“I can’t think of anything I would rather do,” Kibum agreed, spreading his hand down Donghae’s side and around between his legs.

Gasping Donghae threw his head back and groaned, not because of the physical sensations alone but because of the deep emotions he felt accompanying it.

“Maybe then he will be able to remember that we will never leave,” Eunhyuk murmured, leaning in to kiss Donghae’s exposed throat, his hand sliding down his lovers body to join Kibum’s. In response Donghae could only moan and do exactly as they wanted him too, bask in the wonderful sensation of their love.

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AN: I wasn't sure what to do with this one at first and then there it popped up. ^_^

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