Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Nhu Hoang ❯ Chapter 1

"Oy, Changminnie. Help me with something, would you?" Mickey asked, motioning towards his room. Changmin blinked and glanced over at Jaejoong, who glared irritably at Mickey. "Yoochun, you never pick up your stuff, and now you expect poor Changmin to help you?" he accused, but Mikey hadn't listened at all. He'd been trying to teach Changmin to make something, but it'd have to wait. Even if he wasn't the cute, innocent boy he used to be, Changmin was still a good boy—of course he'd help Mickey.

            ; "Hyung…" Changmin sighed, turning to JJ with an apologetic look on his face. "I'll be back soon, okay? You can teach me later." Jaejoong sighed and smiled, ruffling the taller man's long hair affectionately. "It's alright," he replied with a practiced smile—the kind he used on annoying fans and reporters—to hide his disappointment. "Just don't let Yoochun order you around too much."

            ; Changmin smiled and hurried off after Mickey, readjusting the tie that held back the long strands of black, recently highlighted with brown and blonde. What possibly could Mickey want, now? Changmin had little time with the eldest of their group as it was. Even despite the fact that Jaejoong had stolen his first kiss and made him cry, Changmin still loved him like an older brother—nothing more, nothing less. He thought of the entire group that way—they were his family outside of family, to put it simply. Too bad, Mickey's ideas weren't as innocent as Changmin's.

            ; Mickey efficiently herded the younger man into his room, discreetly locking the door behind them. With Xiah and Yunho gone partying with Heebonshi, and Jaejoong no doubt preparing to clean up after said partygoers, Mickey had Changmin all to himself.

            ; "What do you need help with, Yoochun? Your room seems clean enough…"

            ; Changmin had no time to react when he was suddenly pushed against the wall, Mickey pinning him tightly against the hard surface. It wasn't until the initial shock departed when Changmin noticed something hard pressed against his ass. "Y-Yoochun…?" he gasped, a whimpering, frightened sound.

            ; "Shut up," Mickey replied, his voice husky and deep, sending shivers down his captive's spine. A hot tongue slipped out, lapping against the uncovered skin of Changmin's shoulder, while Mickey's hand slipped the basketball jersey off, revealing more skin to tease. Mickey couldn't hold back; the way Changmin shuddered beneath him was just too much. "Y-Yoochun I-I… You… What…?" Changmin whimpered, squirming under the other man, trying in vain to escape.

            ; "I told you to be quiet," came the harsh whispered reply, as Mickey teased the shoulder, biting down hard enough to make Changmin cry out. "If you make loud noises, I'll bite you again," Mickey hissed, "but in a much more painful place…" His hand snaked down to gently squeeze Changmin's cock through the basketball shorts the youth was wearing.

            ; Fire burned through his veins, as Changmin gasped sharply, his body violently reacting against his will to Mickey's touches. His mind turned to mush, as Mickey began stroking the bulge of his cock, torturing him to no end. "Yoochun, please…" he moaned, his mind too hazed to even protest against this molestation.

            ; "Please? Please what?" Mickey teased, his eyes narrowing devilishly, as his ministrations became more intense, his tongue licking up against the unresisting man's neck, stopping to nip gently at his ear while his hand squeezed and stroked resiliently.

            ; "W-why…?" Changmin asked, his face flushed in shame and arousal as he leaned against the wall for support, his eyes staring pleadingly at Mickey. "You… Why?"

            ; There was a pause, before a smirk grew on Mikey's lips. "Because I can," Mickey simply whispered, blowing into Changmin's ear, making the man below him shiver. "So, I've a proposition for you," Mickey softly whispered into Changmin's ear. "If you play my game with me tonight, I'll make sure you enjoy it. If you try to escape, however…"

            ; His teeth clamped down on the shell of Changmin's ear, causing the younger man to gasp in pain. "I get to have myself a little treat. How about it?"

            ; Wishing not to be bitten again, Changmin hesitantly nodded, before being thrown onto the bed. Sprawled out messily among the soft cotton sheets, Changmin felt almost comfortable for a second—he was thankful, in the very least, that Mickey had the most luxurious bed of the group. But of course, that comfort easily melted away when he felt the heavy weight of his aggressor atop him.

            ; He couldn't hurt Mickey, he couldn't hurt Mickey, he couldn't hurt Mickey, but for god's sake, the bastard was going to fuck him dry! Changmin had no hope of escape—the brief idea of calling for Jaejoong's help disappeared with the looming danger of being bitten in a most… unpleasant place, and the other two were probably miles away by now—he wouldn't be able to dial, even if he  managed to grab hold of a cell phone. What could he do but take it like a man and get on with life?

            ; "What do you think about me, Changminnie?" Mickey murmured, casually kissing along Changmin's jaw line before swooping in for a dizzying kiss. Changmin groaned, as Mickey's tongue slipped in, lapping at the insides of Changmin's mouth, teasing the tongue into action. Clumsily, Changmin reciprocated, certainly unused to being kissed like this by another man. Mickey softly chuckled, pulling away, before asking again. "What do you think about me, Changminnie?"

            ; Slowly, a hand crept up from under the jersey, caressing Changmin's flat stomach, reaching up for a pert nipple, pinching and teasing it, making the man below him groan and shudder agonizingly. "Am I a bastard? The son of a bitch? Come on, tell me. What am I? A dog? A snake?"

            ; Changmin, his mind dazed with this growing cloud of lust, shook his head, no. "You… Nnh! Y-Yoochun… is… ah! I-Is a brother," Changmin groaned out, his body responding violently to Mickey's sensual touches.

            ; Mickey forced a grin, clamping hard onto Changmin's nipple, causing the man below him to almost cry out in pain. Almost. Changmin didn't forget that bite. "Why don't you tell me the truth, Changminnie? You hate me, don't you? After all, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll scream. Don't you want Hyung to come to your rescue, the way he always does? Don't you want it to be him, instead of me? Huh, Changminnie? Don't you want him?" Mickey asked, his voice rising as he became wilder and wilder. Too agitated to continue with the foreplay, Mickey violently turned Changmin over, tearing down the basketball shorts and blue-plaid boxers to reveal a soft, round ass and a virgin hole. "You want Jaejoong, don't you? You want that son of a bitch pretty boy, don't you?" Mickey hissed into his frightened captive's ear, thrusting his two fingers into Changmin's ass, scissoring and stretching violently, too quickly for it to be gentle.

            ; With his face in the pillow, Changmin was free to scream all he wanted—no one would hear, besides Mickey. That little comfort meant much to him, as he cried and screamed into the white cushion, sobbing in pain. Maybe that bite would've been better than this.

            ; And he could tell, Mickey was smug about this conquest, this victory over their lead vocalist. And Jaejoong didn't know all the better—he just thought they'd be playing or something, while he grudgingly cleaned after Xiah and Yunho. He'd still be waiting to play with their little boy, to teach him how to make some goddamn cookies or some shit like that. But Mickey couldn't wait. He'd tried to be patient and he failed, he lost… but gods, he won so much more.

            ; Changmin, to be frank, wasn't prepared at all, as Mickey's cock was shoved into that tight hole, so thick, so deep. Gagging on the pillow, Changmin whimpered and cried, trembling beneath Mickey as he forced pleasure from the younger man. Over him, Changmin could hear grunts and groans, little tight moans of pleasure. "Mmn… so good," Mickey sighed out, pushing in deeper, as he brushed against something within him, something that forced white hot pleasure through his veins.

            ; It was painful, yes, but it felt so, so good. "Nnh!! Y-Yoo—Yoochun!" Changmin gasped, moving his ass higher up in the air, hoping Mickey would find that spot again. "You like that, you little whore?" Mickey gasped, grinning devilishly, at the raised ass.

            ; Changmin whimpered and nodded, obviously hurt at that last comment, but all the same wishing for Mickey to hurry up and shove his cock in again, to brush against that sweet, sweet spot within him. One last time—he'd be satisfied if Mickey would find that spot, keep hitting it over and over and over again.

            ; Mickey gladly obliged, thrusting in and out, in and out, wildly in his own pleasure, not even taking into account the rather loud young man below him. Without the pillow to muffle his screams, Changmin was becoming louder than Mickey. But gods, it felt so good now, with Mickey pushing in and out, in and out, his cock brushing against that spot more and more often. Changmin groaned, his hips grinding against Mickey in tune to that wanton rhythm the older man set, forcing his cock to hit his sweet spot. Panting and moaning, Changmin didn't realize this foreign feeling inside him, as suddenly, his balls clenched tightly, before spraying molten white cream all over his stomach, all over the bed sheets.

            ; "S-so good…" Changmin gasped, pushing against the headboard as Mickey continued pounding, his cock already hardening again as he continued rocking his hips, forcing Mickey's cock to meet the spot. By the time Changmin was hard enough to come again, Mickey pulled out, the semen splattering all over his ass and back, grinning satisfactorily. Changmin whimpered, trying to return Mickey to his place before as the heated pleasure was fading fast, that stinging pain returning as blood trickled down from that hurriedly-stretched hole. "Y-Yoochun… m-more…" he whimpered, pleading. "P-please… I… almost done… p-please…"

            ; Mickey held back, his cock hardening at the sight of Changmin, used and splattered with cum, his hips and ass bruised, his shoulder bleeding as a crimson flush spread over his body with the afterglow of his first cum. "No…" Mickey sighed, his breath fluttering as he fought to calm down. "You… you came without my permission, Changmin… you're a bad boy. You disobeyed me."

            ; "Y-You didn't te—" Changmin protested, before a hand became tangled in his hair, forcing him down to meet that place between Mickey's legs. "Suck it," Mickey ordered. "Get on your hands and knees and suck me off." Changmin stared up at him in disbelief, when Mickey tugged violently at his hair, causing him to cry out. "I told you to suck it, Changminnie, you fucking slut. Suck me off."

            ; Whimpering, Changmin bent over on his hands and knees, tentatively licking the tip of Mickey's dick before completely enveloping it with his mouth, causing Mickey to groan, his limbs turning to jelly. But that grip was still there in his hair, threatening to pull again if Changmin disobeyed. He was learning quickly now that Mickey's rules were stone in this bedroom.

            ; But everything stopped when Jaejoong pounded against the door, yelling, "Yoochun? Changmin? Is everything alright in there? I heard screaming." Changmin gagged on the cock he was sucking, but Mickey seemed calm as ever.

            ; As if it were a practiced dialogue in one of their mini-dramas, Mickey replied, "Everything's fine, Hyung! Changminnie just banged his knee against the edge of my desk and he's been moaning and groaning since. I've gotten him to calm down a bit, though."

            ; "Why's the door locked?"

            ; "Changminnie started bleeding on his clothes and right now I'm trying to find clothes that'll fit him. We both know he's embarrassed about being seen naked." God, Mickey was a liar. A damn good one, though.

            ; There was a hesitation, before Jaejoong sighed and replied, "I'll leave you two alone, then. Be more careful, wont you, Changmin?"

            ; And with that, Changmin's only hope was gone. Mickey grinned evilly, before pointing out, "I never told you to stop…" trailing off with the implication that his threat from before still applied now, and Changmin, not wanting to finally be bitten after going through all this crap hastily continued his ministrations. With careful deliberation, Changmin pulled up, so that only the head was covered, as his tongue swiveled around the tip, causing the man below him to groan sensually and gently thrust further into Changmin's mouth.

            ; Slowly, Changmin let go, gently holding the tip with his fingers, as he licked up the shaft, receiving a whispery, shuddering moan from the man below him, paralyzed with pleasure. With these oh, so careful ministrations, Changmin brought Mickey to cumming all over his face, a little spurting in his mouth as well. To tell the truth, it wasn't so bad—salty, though a bit bitter, with a slight tang. It was… different. Not exactly pleasant, just… different.

            ; But the thought of how seductively wrong this was caused Changmin's dick to twitch in interest, a sort of reminder of how he'd wanted to be relieved just minutes earlier. He'd forgotten, in all his concentration, how he'd needed to cum as well. Though the pleasure was fading slightly, it was still there, abating the stinging pain in his ass from the rough ass-sex Mickey had subjected him to. But it wasn't enough. He had to have more—he had to be carried over the edge again.

            ; Changmin stared up at Mickey, his eyes pleading, as Mickey stared down at him, commanding and frightening. If he wanted to be relieved… Changmin knew he had to do things he didn't exactly want to do. With a whimper, he got on all fours, in to the most pleading, seductive pose he could think of, with one quiet word. "Please…"

            ; "Please, what?" Mickey teased, and for a second there, Changmin thought that cruel bastard would deny him this simple right. But Mickey, in all his jackass-ity, wasn't that mean. He got onto his knees, pulling Changmin into a heated kiss, while his free hand snaked down to touch that throbbing organ.

            ; Obviously, Mickey knew what he was doing, as he easily found places that made Changmin feel good; the places that made the man below him shudder with need. He had an itch that only Mickey could scratch, and being the good citizen he was, was obliged to grant his little cumslut one favor. Maybe next time he wouldn't be so nice.