[KPOP RPS] Multi chap: Baby, this ain't nothing but a thing - Chapter eleven {super junior}
Title: Baby, this ain't nothing but a thing - Chapter eleven
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mainly: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Yesung/Ryeowook and Henry/Kibum. With various others.
Warnings: Sexual situations, sexual innuendo, voyeurism, bad language and some violence.
Word count: This chapter = 5,687
Summary: Team White and Team Black have been pitting themselves against each other for years. They've become too wrapped up in this Spy vs Spy game, too wrapped up in thir own dispute to see the bigger picture. Enter the shadowy Team Grey who have their own agenda and their own way of getting things done.
A/N: In which Super Junior are all Spies and they kind of fail at it. Spy vs Spy AU.
Character profiles Who is in what team | Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five | Chapter six | Chapter seven | Chapter eight | Chapter nine | Chapter ten
Baby this ain’t nothing but a thing
Chapter eleven
Zhou Mi leaned back against his car and looked up towards the top floor of team Black HQ. Heechul was standing at his office window, Zhou Mi couldn’t see him clearly, Heechul’s outline was shrouded in shadow, but Zhou Mi knew Heechul was there. He could feel the weight of Heechul’s gaze on him, he could see the blinds in the window twitch as Heechul tried to pretend he wasn’t really looking out. Zhou Mi looked up at his former boss, his friend, and a feeling stirred low in the pit of his stomach—a feeling that should have been guilt but was more like relief.
Zhou Mi looked away from the window but he could still feel Heechul’s eyes on him.
“What are you going to do now?”
The soft voice was sudden, unexpected, and it startled Zhou Mi out of his melancholy reverie. Zhou Mi let out a gasp of surprise. A gasp that wasn’t a shriek no matter how much it sounded like one. Zhou Mi did not shriek, it was a perfectly justifiable gasp of surprise.
Han Geng had been standing there so quietly, so still, that Zhou Mi had forgotten he was even there at all. Han Geng smiled at him; there was mischief in his eyes. Zhou thought that he was going to miss Han Geng most of all.
“I don’t know.” Zhou Mi said. It was almost true, he had vague ideas of opening a shop, maybe he would go sing in a night club, maybe he’d travel the world and actually see the world and not just the seedy bars and back alleys. He didn’t know what he would do. It was sort of scary to not know.
“Are you sure about this?” Han Geng asked. “I mean, are you sure about leaving?” There was no judgement in Han Geng’s voice as he asked the question, there was none of the cajoling and gentle chiding Heechul had employed when he’d asked that same question just an hour or so earlier.
Zhou Mi just nodded, suddenly he felt unable to use his voice. He couldn’t talk passed the lump that that had formed in his throat. It hit him then, it really hit him—he was leaving. He was actually leaving.
Team Black might not have been the best example of humanity, they might not have the best job in the world, but they were his family. Well…maybe not Kangin, he wouldn’t exactly count Kangin as his family, unless he was the crazy old uncle that got drunk at parties and hit on anything with a pulse. You know, the uncle no one wants to talk about. And maybe he would count Kibum either. So really it was just Han Geng and Heechul, the two people who had always been there for him, who had taken him in, trained him, given him a place he could call home. And here Zhou Mi was, leaving them. As if sensing his hesitation Han Geng moved and enveloped Zhou Mi in an unexpected but not unwelcome hug. Zhou Mi sniffed like he was trying not to cry, he buried his face in Han Geng’s shoulder. He wasn’t going to cry, he wasn’t.
“You’ll be all right.” Han Geng said quietly, softly. “You’ll be just fine.” Han Geng let him go and stood back; he held Zhou Mi at arm’s length and regarded him with mock seriousness. “My little boy.” He choked out while trying to suppress a laugh. “You’re all grown up and out on your own.” Then Han Geng laughed and Zhou Mi couldn’t help it. He laughed too.
“I’d better get back.” Han Geng said. “Someone has to keep Heechul from taking over the world.” The words were said with a smile but Zhou Mi knew that Han Geng was serious.
“Do you think he’ll ever stop being mad at me?” Zhou Mi asked, he gestured up to Heechul’s window. “For leaving?”
“He’s not mad at you, Mi.” Han Geng said. Han Geng followed Zhou Mi’s gaze up to the window. The blinds twitched again and Zhou Mi knew that Heechul was still watching. “He’s just scared of being left behind.”
And then Han Geng was gone and Zhou mi was left alone. Zhou Mi took a deep, steadying breath. He allowed himself one last wistful look at his former headquarters and then he climbed into his car and started the engine. It took a while for it to sputter to life, like it was almost reluctant to leave this place too. With a heavy heart and too much to think about, Zhou Mi drove away, though he had no real idea where he was driving to. His home would be the best place to go—but it was also the last place he wanted to go
He wanted…he wanted…he didn’t know what he wanted. No, that was a lie; he knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted something he couldn’t have.
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He ended up outside Kyuhyun’s apartment block, Zhou Mi wasn’t sure how that happened exactly other than it just happened. He drove aimlessly—or at least he had thought he had driven aimlessly—and this is where he ended up. Outside Kyuhyun’s place. Because that was in no way weird or a terrible idea. Zhou Mi sighed and slumped down low in his seat. He’d parked in a small parking lot off the main road; there were no other cars in this little spot so Zhou Mi felt positively exposed sitting here where anyone could see him, where Kyuhyun could see him if and when he came home. Zhou Mi should move. He needed to move now; there was no point in being here anyway. Was he hoping to get a glimpse of Kyuhyun?
Yes…maybe.
But Kyuhyun still had a job, he still belonged to a team—Kyuhyun wouldn’t be at home in the middle of the day. He would be at work, working. He wouldn’t be here waiting for Zhou Mi to be a creepy stalker, Zhou Mi needed to go and he needed to go now. Go home, go get something to eat, go away, somewhere, anywhere.
There was a knock at his window. Zhou Mi didn’t shriek.
He didn’t
Kyuhyun was standing outside his car, leaning over, his face practically smushed to the window. Zhou mi would have laughed at the face Kyuhyun was making, but he was too busy trying to relearn how to breathe.
Zhou Mi took a deep breath; he blinked and shook his head. He was dreaming, obviously he had fallen asleep and was dreaming that Kyuhyun was standing outside. It was all just wishful thinking. That was it.
Dream!Kyuhyun knocked at the window again, Zhou Mi took that at as a sign that he should roll it down, so he did. This turned out to be a mistake because as soon as the window was down dream!Kyuhyun punched him. It wasn’t hard as punches go but still…oww.
So, not dreaming then.
“I’m not sure I deserved that.” Zhou Mi grumbled as he rubbed at the tender spot on his cheek. “Kui Xian…I mean, Kyuhyun. What are you doing here?”
“I should be the one asking you that.” Kyuhyun said with an even, clipped tone to his voice, like he was trying to rein in his anger. “You can’t be trying to spy on me because you kind of fail at it if you are. I could see you from my window.”
“Oh.” Zhou Mi said. “Oh.”
“What are you doing here, Zhou Mi?” Kyuhyun asked. He didn’t sound angry now, just tired, so tired.
“I wanted…” Zhou Mi started to say, his voice cracked and faltered. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted Kyuhyun, but he couldn’t tell Kyuhyun that.
“You left.” Kyuhyun said. The softly spoken words caught Zhou Mi off guard. “You left me.” The tiredness in Kyuhyun’s voice had given way to defeat and that just about broke Zhou Mi’s heart.
Zhou Mi opened his mouth to say something, to say he was sorry. He clamped it shut again and instead just hung his head; he didn’t want to look Kyuhyun in the eyes.
“Come on.” Kyuhyun said and then he turned and walked away.
‘Leave!’ A small voice in Zhou Mi’s head implored him. Zhou Mi thought that he should listen to it; he thought that it would be the best thing for everyone if he just drove away right now.
But then, he wasn’t one for doing what was best, was he?
“Come on, Ni Qui.” He said as his picked the tiny dog from his little pillow. “We have to go follow the scary man.”
Ni Qui looked less than impressed at being moved, but Zhou Mi didn’t want to leave him alone in the car. He wondered if Kyuhyun liked dogs.
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Kyuhyun’s apartment was exactly the same as it had been when Zhou mi had left it last, but then it had only been a few hours since he had last been here. He didn’t know why he had expected something to have changed—but he did. The pile of magazines he’d knocked over on his way out of the door were still spread out on the floor, Kyuhyun stepped over them as he went into the little living area. Zhou Mi gently pushed them to one side with his foot as he passed. Kyuhyun walked through the living area and off towards the back of the apartment, towards the bedroom. Zhou Mi felt a stab of guilt as he remembered what he had done to Kyuhyun in that room just a few hours ago.
“Sit down.” Kyuhyun called out to him, it didn’t sound like a polite request. Zhou mi looked around him, there weren’t many places to sit, and he didn’t want to sit on the sofa again, not after last time when the damn thing almost ate him — he might need to make a quick getaway and that sofa is almost impossible to get up from quickly and or gracefully. After a moment of hesitation, Zhou Mi set Ni Qui and his pillow down on the coffee table, then he himself perched on the edge of an arm chair—or at least he thought it was an arm chair, it was hard to tell with all the clothes that covered it. Zhou Mi’s heart pounded in his chest, it pounded to hard that Zhou Mi was sure that Kyuhyun could hear it too. Zhou Mi waited, but he didn’t know what he was waiting for.
Kyuhyun returned a short time later, he’d changed out of his crisp white suit and into a pair of comfortable looking dark grey sweat pants and a light blue t-shirt. It took a minute for Zhou Mi to process this; he’d never seen Kyuhyun wearing anything other than his white suit so this veritable explosion of colour was a little disorientating. Kyuhyun did look good in blue; Zhou Mi had been right about that. Kyuhyun shot him a strange look as he slumped down onto the sofa and for a second Zhou Mi was afraid he’d said that last part out loud.
“Cute dog.” Kyuhyun said and then he leaned back and closed his eyes. After a few moments of silence Zhou Mi became convinced that Kyuhyun had fallen asleep. Zhou Mi coughed. Loudly. Kyuhyun cracked his eyes open and looked up at the ceiling, he didn’t look over at Zhou Mi.
“Would you like something to drink?” Kyuhyun asked finally.
Zhou Mi nodded, then he realized that Kyuhyun couldn’t see him nodding so he said “Yes, please.”
“Kitchen’s over there.” Kyuhyun said, pointing behind him. He was actually pointing in the wrong direction but Zhou Mi didn’t really want to point that out.
Zhou Mi stood silently and walked to the little kitchen. Kyuhyun closed his eyes again and didn’t open them as Zhou Mi passed him.
It took Zhou Mi a little while to prepare coffee, he found a couple of chipped mugs in one of the otherwise bare cupboards and he found milk in the−again−otherwise bare fridge. He didn’t even know if Kyuhyun liked milk in his coffee, he suspected not but he tucked the carton under his arm and brought it with him back to the living area just in case. He set a cup down in front of Kyuhyun; he put the milk next to it. Kyuhyun flicked his eyes over to the coffee but he didn’t make any move towards it. Zhou Mi returned to his armchair perch and held his cup in his hands until if became too hot and he had to set it down on the floor.
Silence.
Awkward, painful silence.
The silent tension that built up between them was so thick that it might as well have been a brick wall.
“I’m sorry.” Zhou Mi said when the quiet became too much for him to take. He felt the need to say something; anything−he might as well start by saying something that was true. “I’m sorry.”
Kyuhyun looked at him then. There was a look in Kyuhyun’s eyes that Zhou Mi couldn’t quite define−half hopeful half afraid.
“What for?” Kyuhyun asked.
“For everything.”
“Can you tell me what ‘everything’ means?”
Yes, Zhou Mi could do that. Zhou Mi should do that.
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“That makes no sense!” Kyuhyun said once Zhou Mi was done telling his tale.
Kyuhyun had sat in (almost) stunned silence as Zhou Mi had recounted the events−as he knew them−over the last day and a half. Though there were times when Zhou Mi could tell that Kyuhyun really wanted to interrupt. Now that Zhou Mi’s story was over Kyuhyun just sat there staring at him like he’d grown two heads. Zhou Mi felt the need to quickly check that he hadn’t grown two heads, in his line of work−ex line of work−you could never be quite sure of these things.
“Yes it does.” Zhou Mi said with a little pout. It did to make sense; Kyuhyun just didn’t have a full grasp on the situation obviously. Zhou Mi thought back over what he had just said, maybe he had forgotten to mention an important detail that would help Kyuhyun understand better.
Here were the facts:
There, that makes perfect sense, Zhou Mi thought to himself.
Kyuhyun just shook his head and stood up. He yawned and stretched; as he stretched his tee shirt rode up, exposing a small sliver of smooth, pale skin. Zhou Mi wanted to lick it.
Zhou Mi blushed, coughed, and looked away. He couldn’t think about Kyuhyun like that, he couldn’t and he shouldn’t. Kyuhyun rotated his head, his neck cracked as he did and Zhou Mi winced. He never did like that sound. Kyuhyun sat down again, he looked pale−paler−and he looked tired, so tired.
“Are you ok?” Zhou Mi asked, it was a really stupid question, of course Kyuhyun wasn’t ok, but Zhou Mi didn’t know what else to say. “After everything?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Kyuhyun said, his voice was shaky and he sounded less than certain. It made Zhou Mi’s heart hurt.
He should go. Zhou Mi should go.
“I should go.” Zhou Mi said and he stood up. He stood up a little too quickly and he bumped a pile of books with his knee, the books spread out over the floor. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Zhou Mi said and he bent down to pick them up.
“No, it’s ok, I’ll get them.” Kyuhyun said, but he didn’t move from the sofa.
“Oh, ok.” Zhou Mi said. He bowed, it was a little awkward but it earned him a tired smile from Kyuhyun. He picked up Ni Qui and his little pillow and he turned towards the door. He hadn’t even taken one step before Kyuhyun was up out of the sofa. Kyuhyun moved fast and he was standing at the door before Zhou Mi could even blink.
“Thank you.” Kyuhyun said. Zhou Mi just blinked at him. “Thank you for coming to get me and thank you for…” Kyuhyun’s voice faltered, he looked around helplessly before he gestured at his crotch area. “Thank you for that.”
Oh. Oh.
“Oh. Oh.” Zhou Mi said. He didn’t know what else to say. “You remember that?”
“Mostly.” Kyuhyun admitted. “Some details are a little fuzzy, but I remember most of it.”
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“No, no, it’s ok.” Kyuhyun smiled and Zhou Mi would have sworn that smile was as bright as the sun. “If it had to happen then I’m glad…I’m glad that it was you.”
Kyuhyun stepped aside so that Zhou Mi could get to the door but he didn’t step away. If Zhou Mi wanted to leave then he was going to have to get very close to Kyuhyun to do it. Zhou Mi put his hand on the door handle but he made no move to turn it. He just stood there awkwardly in Kyuhyun’s little hallway with Kyuhyun standing awkwardly beside him.
If life was in anyway like the movies then right then would be the perfect moment for Zhou Mi to lean in and Kiss Kyuhyun, kiss him hard, kiss him the way Zhou Mi really wanted to.
But life was nothing like the movies.
Zhou Mi sighed heavily, sadly.
“I should go.” He said and he opened the door and he left.
Ni Qui yipped softly as Zhou Mi took the stairs down to the apartment block’s front entrance. Ni Qui yipped again and then again.
“What’s the matter with you?” Zhou Mi asked the little dog. Ni qui just looked at him reproachfully and yipped again. “I know, I know.” Zhou mi sighed. “I really like him, but what can I do?” Zhou Mi hadn’t been aware that dogs could scowl, but Ni Qui very definitely scowled at him. “Ok, Ok.” Zhou Mi said and he stopped walking, he turned to look back at up the way he had just come. “Just so we’re clear.” Zhou Mi said. “I am not taking love advice from my dog.” Ni Qui just yipped happily as Zhou Mi took off back up the stairs, back to Kyuhyun.
Zhou Mi didn’t think about it, he couldn’t afford to stop and think about it. He knocked on Kyuhyun’s door, it was answered almost immediately. Kyuhyun stood there looking confused and a little bit hopeful, it was too adorable so Zhou mi really had no choice but to lean in close and kiss him. He felt Kyuhyun stiffen against him, but then Kyuhyun relaxed into Zhou Mi’s embrace. Vaguely Zhou Mi heard the gentle pad pad pad of Ni Qui jumping down from his pillow and scuttling off into Kyuhyun’s apartment. But Zhou Mi couldn’t really think passed the fact that Kyuhyun was kissing him. Kyuhyun was kissing him and Zhou Mi was very enthusiastically kissing him back.
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Zhou Mi had no idea how they managed to make it to Kyuhyun’s bedroom without either of them sustaining a life threating injury. It’s not like either of them were looking where they were going and Kyuhyun’s apartment was a minefield of debris. But make it they did. Yay! It was a miracle! They groped blindly, feeling around for the bed or some other soft surface to land on and it was sheer dumb luck that Zhou Mi found the bed first. He hit the edge of the bed with the back of his knees and he went down hard with Kyuhyun landing harder on top of him. Harder in more ways than one.
Zhou Mi’s enjoyment of having Kyuhyun pressed against him was slightly hampered by Kyuhyun’s bony elbow digging painfully into his side. They’d landed in a messy tangle of long and awkward limbs and ‘operation detangle’ would have gone a lot smoother if they’d stopped kissing long enough to fully implement it. But Zhou Mi didn’t want to stop kissing Kyuhyun, now that he had finally started kissing Kyuhyun he never wanted to stop. Which was kind of irrational but right then was not the time for rational thinking.
Kyuhyun pulled away first and for a heart stopping second Zhou Mi thought that Kyuhyun had realized that this was all a huge mistake. But Kyuhyun wasn’t pushing Zhou mi away, he was just pushing himself up to give himself enough space and leverage to pull off his shirt.
Oh. Oh! Yes, right. Naked time!
Kyuhyun chuckled and Zhou Mi realized that he’d said that last bit out loud.
Zhou Mi’s mental happy dance at finally getting Kyuhyun naked (or almost) came to an abrupt halt when he caught sight of the scars that marred the smooth surface of Kyuhyun’s skin. Facing the front they didn’t look too bad, but from the way the scars slid off into a spider web around Kyuhyun’s back Zhou Mi knew that it would be a different story from the back. Zhou mi had known about the accident, of course he had. It was in Kyuhyun’s file and Zhou Mi did know Kyuhyun’s file by heart. But he hadn’t known. You can’t really know until you see it.
Kyuhyun saw where Zhou Mi was looking, he quirked an eyebrow and smiled grimly.
“Really not relevant right now, Mi.”
Mi. Yes, Zhou Mi liked that, liked Kyuhyun using his name so intimately.
“Call me that again.” Zhou Mi said slowly, lust making the words stick in his throat.
“Mi.” Kyuhyun said again, his voice all but a purr. Kyuhyun had such a beautiful voice. “Mi.” Kyuhyun said again. “Mi.”
“Yes.” Zhou Mi stammered.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.
Yes, right.
Getting Kyuhyun completely naked was relatively easy since all he was wearing now was sweat pants and underwear. It took but a minute for them to be off Kyuhyun’s body and discarded on the floor. Zhou Mi’s suit was a different matter altogether.
Stupid suit.
“Oh my god!” Kyuhyun’s exclamation was half annoyance, half frustrated laugh. “What is this belt buckle?”
“It’s fashion…umpf!” Zhou Mi’s defensive wail was cut short by Kyuhyun tugging at the intricate design, tugging so hard that he started tugging at other things.
“Kyu…kui…” Zhou Mi moaned. “I’ll get it.”
Zhou batted away Kyuhyun’s hands and, with fumbling fingers, snapped open the clasp.
Kyuhyun seemed unable, unwilling to wait long enough for Zhou Mi to get his belt fully undone. As soon as the clasp was free, Kyuhyun started pulling at Zhou Mi’s pants with a fervour that left Zhou Mi breathless.
“Holy…!” Kyuhyun started to say, his words turning to grunts as he tried to pull Zhou Mi’s pants down. “Were you…sewn…into…these…ugh!”
Zhou Mi laughed. He laughed harder when he saw Kyuhyun’s put out expression. He stopped laughing when Kyuhyun leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was softer than before, slower, exploratory. Kyuhyun’s kiss was gentle, unsure but enthusiastic, Zhou Mi groaned into Kyuhyun’s mouth because it hurt, deeply hurt, to have to push him away even if it was only for a moment. But Zhou mi had to be sure, had to be absolutely sure that Kyuhyun was in his right mind, though god only knew how Zhou Mi was going to bring himself to stop if it turned out that Kyuhyun wasn’t in his right mind. He didn’t think he could stop; not now he had started.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi started, he tried to keep his voice sounding calm and reasonable and he’s pretty sure he just about managed it. “Are you sure you’re ok? You’re not still under the influence of the serum are you?”
Kyuhyun’s expression flashed from hurt to confusion to understanding, he smiled.
“No.” He said. “No, Mi. Mi, I’m fine, totally, totally fine.” Kyuhyun paused, seemed to think about something for a moment before continuing, his words now hesitant. “I’ve wanted to get in your pants for a long time.”
Oh. Oh!
“Oh.” Zhou Mi Said. “Oh!”
Silence. Zhou Mi tried to form a coherent sentence while Kyuhyun waited, and waited, and waited.
“Ditto!” Zhou Mi sputtered out after what seem like an age.
Kyuhyun smiled again, a wide, bright smile this time. To Zhou Mi that smile was like the sun coming out. There was no snark in that smile, no belligerence—just fresh, unadulterated joy. Zhou Mi wanted Kyuhyun to always smile like that.
“You have a beautiful smile.” Zhou Mi said and he was smiling too now.
“Ditto.” Kyuhyun said. “So…”
“So?”
“So, can we finish getting your pants off now?”
Yes. Right, yes. It was still naked time.
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Kyuhyun managed to get most of Zhou Mi’s clothes off in the end, Zhou Mi thought that it was just safer to let Kyuhyun get on with it. Zhou Mi did have to take his own sock off though, because once all the important parts were uncovered Kyuhyun was happy. Zhou Mi felt a little ridiculous leaving them on.
Zhou Mi had to stand up to take his socks off, his legs were a little shaky and he lost his balance crashing back down to the bed. Kyuhyun took that opportunity to straddle him which isn’t something Zhou minded too much. Kyuhyun leaned in and kissed him, Zhou Mi really, really liked kissing Kyuhyun. The kisses were just a distraction as Zhou mi found out when he realized his hands were tied to the flimsy headboard, with his own tie. He would have been indignant about this if he wasn’t so turned on.
“Now you can’t leave.” Kyuhyun said with a smirk, Zhou Mi wanted to lick the upward curve of that smile. The knot wasn’t tight; Zhou Mi could pull away if he wanted to. He didn’t want to. He really, really didn’t want to. He didn’t want to pull away because right here was where Kyuhyun wanted him. He wanted to touch Kyuhyun, though. Wanted to touch, needed to touch. He wanted to run his hands over Kyuhyun’s skin, wanted to trace the curves of Kyuhyun’s scars with his tongue.
He wanted to love Kyuhyun, worship him.
Instinctively he pulled at the binds on his wrists, he felt the give in the knot and he stopped. If he wasn’t allowed to touch Kyuhyun then he needed Kyuhyun to touch him, tease him, take him.
Kyuhyun did.
Frustratingly for Zhou Mi, Kyuhyun didn’t touch Zhou Mi’s cock, not right away. Even though Zhou Mi begged until his pleas became helpless little whimpers. Kyuhyun kissed his way around Zhou Mi’s body, he kissed Zhou Mi’s nipples, he followed the line of Zhou Mi’s happy trail with his tongue but then kissed around the most important area. He licked along the groove of Zhou Mi’s hips, swirling his tongue in intricate circles that had Zhou Mi begging his hips and gasping for more.
Zhou Mi closed his eyes as Kyuhyun continued his delicious ministrations. Then Kyuhyun’s tongue was gone, his weight was gone from the bed. Zhou mi opened his eyes and looked first to his left and then the right, there he saw Kyuhyun. Or at least he saw Kyuhyun’s bare ass sticking up in the air and he rooted in a cupboard for something.
“Kyuhyun, what are you doing?” Zhou Mi stumbled over the words, arousal was making him dizzy, his whole body throbbed with need and all he needed was for Kyuhyun to touch him.
“Found them!” Kyuhyun cried out triumphantly.
Kyuhyun stood back, stood over Zhou Mi. In one hand Kyuhyun held a small bottle; in the other he had condoms. Zhou mi let out a small laugh despite himself, despite the situation because the Kyuhyun’s look of pride at finding this booty was funnier than it should have been.
“Are those things in date?”
“Of course they…HEY! I don’t think I like what you’re implying.”
“Well, I don’t know how long they have been in there being not used.”
Kyuhyun’s pout was pure juvenile, like a child who didn’t get his way, but the look in his eye was pure evil.
“If you keep that up then they will keep on being not used.”
Zhou Mi was pretty sure Kyuhyun didn’t actually mean that but he still tried to maintain a serious and sombre expression. It was hard though, very hard.
“I’m sorry.” He said.
Kyuhyun smiled, smiled that bright brilliant smile again. “Apology accepted. Now, where were we?”
Finally, finally Kyuhyun turned his attention to Zhou Mi’s cock. First there were gentle, teasing touches and then the wonderful, wet warmth of Kyuhyun’s mouth. Zhou Mi groaned and bucked his hips only for Kyuhyun to push him down, press him down onto the bed.
Oh god, oh god that felt good.
Kyuhyun applied the condom with his mouth too; Zhou Mi had only ever seen that in porn movies that he wouldn’t admit to watching. It seemed that Kyuhyun was nowhere near as innocent as he looked.
Kyuhyun prepared himself and it was an amazing thing to watch. Kyuhyun whimpered as he spread himself open with his own fingers and that sound was music to Zhou Mi’s ears. Zhou Mi felt the need to pinch himself, to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming, to make sure that this was really happening.
Zhou Mi was almost painfully erect now, he moaned long and loud as Kyuhyun lowered himself onto him. He watched Kyuhyun’s face, watched Kyuhyun bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut. Zhou Mi bucked his hips again and Kyuhyun gasped, a soft sound of pleasure.
It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for Zhou mi to come but Kyuhyun seemed almost smugly pleased at the effect his performance had. Zhou Mi slipped free from his tie binds and pulled Kyuhyun into his embrace, he kissed Kyuhyun on the nose and then he saw to it that Kyuhyun got his own orgasm.
God help him, Zhou Mi was pretty sure that he was in love.
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Zhou Mi heard ringing. At first he thought it might be the bells of heaven joyously ringing in his ears, but then he realized that it was just Kyuhyun’s phone. Beside him Kyuhyun stirred, he made small moves to answer the call.
“Don’t get it.” Zhou Mi mumbled, he only half meant it. He didn’t want Kyuhyun to miss a possibly important call but he also didn’t want Kyuhyun to get up. He didn’t want to have to go and face the real world yet.
“Might be the office.” Kyuhyun slurred sleepily. Kyuhyun pushed himself up from the bed and fumbled for the phone. The phone turned out to be on Zhou Mi’s side of the bed so Kyuhyun climbed over Zhou Mi to get it. Things rubbed against places and it made Zhou Mi really, really not want to get up. Kyuhyun found the phone but he didn’t answer right away, instead he blinked at the display before turning to Zhou Mi. Zhou mi didn’t think it was work calling.
“Mi,” Kyuhyun said, his face creased up with confusion. “Mi, why are you calling me?”
“What?”
Kyuhyun held up the phone so that Zhou Mi could see his name flashing clearly on the display.
“Why do you have my number stored in your phone?”
Kyuhyun blushed. “That’s not the point right now.” Kyuhyun waved the phone in front of Zhou Mi’s face. “This obviously isn’t you calling, so who is it?”
“Answer it and find out.”
“You answer it.”
“It’s your phone!”
“That didn’t stop you before.” Kyuhyun shoved the phone into Zhou Mi’s hands and it promptly stopped ringing.
“Oh well.” Zhou Mi said with a shrug and he started to hand it back only for it to start ringing again. After a pointed look from Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi answered it. “Hello?”
There was a shriek from the other end of the line. Excited, high pitched, far too perky.
“You ARE there!” A far too familiar voice said. “I tried calling you at home but you didn’t answer and I didn’t know of another way to contact you since you’re no longer with Team Black.”
Zhou Mi narrowed his eyes. Sungmin. Wait, how did Sungmin know he wasn’t part of Black anymore?
“Well, you do have my phone. Wait, how do you know I’m not with Black anymore?”
“I’m a spy dumbass; finding out information is what I do.”
Kyuhyun shook Zhou mi by the shoulder.
‘Who is it?’ Kyuhyun mouthed.
“No one important.” Zhou Mi said.
“Hey!” Sungmin shouted loud enough to make Zhou mi wince as he had the phone pressed closed to his ear. “I resent that!”
“What do you want, Sungmin?”
“Weeeeeell…” Sungmin said sweetly. Zhou Mi didn’t think he was going to like whatever Sungmin was about to say. “I have a proposition for you. Well,” Sungmin paused for a minute. “Well, it’s more like a job offer.”
.end chapter eleven
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mainly: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi, Yesung/Ryeowook and Henry/Kibum. With various others.
Warnings: Sexual situations, sexual innuendo, voyeurism, bad language and some violence.
Word count: This chapter = 5,687
Summary: Team White and Team Black have been pitting themselves against each other for years. They've become too wrapped up in this Spy vs Spy game, too wrapped up in thir own dispute to see the bigger picture. Enter the shadowy Team Grey who have their own agenda and their own way of getting things done.
A/N: In which Super Junior are all Spies and they kind of fail at it. Spy vs Spy AU.
Baby this ain’t nothing but a thing
Chapter eleven
Zhou Mi leaned back against his car and looked up towards the top floor of team Black HQ. Heechul was standing at his office window, Zhou Mi couldn’t see him clearly, Heechul’s outline was shrouded in shadow, but Zhou Mi knew Heechul was there. He could feel the weight of Heechul’s gaze on him, he could see the blinds in the window twitch as Heechul tried to pretend he wasn’t really looking out. Zhou Mi looked up at his former boss, his friend, and a feeling stirred low in the pit of his stomach—a feeling that should have been guilt but was more like relief.
Zhou Mi looked away from the window but he could still feel Heechul’s eyes on him.
“What are you going to do now?”
The soft voice was sudden, unexpected, and it startled Zhou Mi out of his melancholy reverie. Zhou Mi let out a gasp of surprise. A gasp that wasn’t a shriek no matter how much it sounded like one. Zhou Mi did not shriek, it was a perfectly justifiable gasp of surprise.
Han Geng had been standing there so quietly, so still, that Zhou Mi had forgotten he was even there at all. Han Geng smiled at him; there was mischief in his eyes. Zhou thought that he was going to miss Han Geng most of all.
“I don’t know.” Zhou Mi said. It was almost true, he had vague ideas of opening a shop, maybe he would go sing in a night club, maybe he’d travel the world and actually see the world and not just the seedy bars and back alleys. He didn’t know what he would do. It was sort of scary to not know.
“Are you sure about this?” Han Geng asked. “I mean, are you sure about leaving?” There was no judgement in Han Geng’s voice as he asked the question, there was none of the cajoling and gentle chiding Heechul had employed when he’d asked that same question just an hour or so earlier.
Zhou Mi just nodded, suddenly he felt unable to use his voice. He couldn’t talk passed the lump that that had formed in his throat. It hit him then, it really hit him—he was leaving. He was actually leaving.
Team Black might not have been the best example of humanity, they might not have the best job in the world, but they were his family. Well…maybe not Kangin, he wouldn’t exactly count Kangin as his family, unless he was the crazy old uncle that got drunk at parties and hit on anything with a pulse. You know, the uncle no one wants to talk about. And maybe he would count Kibum either. So really it was just Han Geng and Heechul, the two people who had always been there for him, who had taken him in, trained him, given him a place he could call home. And here Zhou Mi was, leaving them. As if sensing his hesitation Han Geng moved and enveloped Zhou Mi in an unexpected but not unwelcome hug. Zhou Mi sniffed like he was trying not to cry, he buried his face in Han Geng’s shoulder. He wasn’t going to cry, he wasn’t.
“You’ll be all right.” Han Geng said quietly, softly. “You’ll be just fine.” Han Geng let him go and stood back; he held Zhou Mi at arm’s length and regarded him with mock seriousness. “My little boy.” He choked out while trying to suppress a laugh. “You’re all grown up and out on your own.” Then Han Geng laughed and Zhou Mi couldn’t help it. He laughed too.
“I’d better get back.” Han Geng said. “Someone has to keep Heechul from taking over the world.” The words were said with a smile but Zhou Mi knew that Han Geng was serious.
“Do you think he’ll ever stop being mad at me?” Zhou Mi asked, he gestured up to Heechul’s window. “For leaving?”
“He’s not mad at you, Mi.” Han Geng said. Han Geng followed Zhou Mi’s gaze up to the window. The blinds twitched again and Zhou Mi knew that Heechul was still watching. “He’s just scared of being left behind.”
And then Han Geng was gone and Zhou mi was left alone. Zhou Mi took a deep, steadying breath. He allowed himself one last wistful look at his former headquarters and then he climbed into his car and started the engine. It took a while for it to sputter to life, like it was almost reluctant to leave this place too. With a heavy heart and too much to think about, Zhou Mi drove away, though he had no real idea where he was driving to. His home would be the best place to go—but it was also the last place he wanted to go
He wanted…he wanted…he didn’t know what he wanted. No, that was a lie; he knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted something he couldn’t have.
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He ended up outside Kyuhyun’s apartment block, Zhou Mi wasn’t sure how that happened exactly other than it just happened. He drove aimlessly—or at least he had thought he had driven aimlessly—and this is where he ended up. Outside Kyuhyun’s place. Because that was in no way weird or a terrible idea. Zhou Mi sighed and slumped down low in his seat. He’d parked in a small parking lot off the main road; there were no other cars in this little spot so Zhou Mi felt positively exposed sitting here where anyone could see him, where Kyuhyun could see him if and when he came home. Zhou Mi should move. He needed to move now; there was no point in being here anyway. Was he hoping to get a glimpse of Kyuhyun?
Yes…maybe.
But Kyuhyun still had a job, he still belonged to a team—Kyuhyun wouldn’t be at home in the middle of the day. He would be at work, working. He wouldn’t be here waiting for Zhou Mi to be a creepy stalker, Zhou Mi needed to go and he needed to go now. Go home, go get something to eat, go away, somewhere, anywhere.
There was a knock at his window. Zhou Mi didn’t shriek.
He didn’t
Kyuhyun was standing outside his car, leaning over, his face practically smushed to the window. Zhou mi would have laughed at the face Kyuhyun was making, but he was too busy trying to relearn how to breathe.
Zhou Mi took a deep breath; he blinked and shook his head. He was dreaming, obviously he had fallen asleep and was dreaming that Kyuhyun was standing outside. It was all just wishful thinking. That was it.
Dream!Kyuhyun knocked at the window again, Zhou Mi took that at as a sign that he should roll it down, so he did. This turned out to be a mistake because as soon as the window was down dream!Kyuhyun punched him. It wasn’t hard as punches go but still…oww.
So, not dreaming then.
“I’m not sure I deserved that.” Zhou Mi grumbled as he rubbed at the tender spot on his cheek. “Kui Xian…I mean, Kyuhyun. What are you doing here?”
“I should be the one asking you that.” Kyuhyun said with an even, clipped tone to his voice, like he was trying to rein in his anger. “You can’t be trying to spy on me because you kind of fail at it if you are. I could see you from my window.”
“Oh.” Zhou Mi said. “Oh.”
“What are you doing here, Zhou Mi?” Kyuhyun asked. He didn’t sound angry now, just tired, so tired.
“I wanted…” Zhou Mi started to say, his voice cracked and faltered. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted Kyuhyun, but he couldn’t tell Kyuhyun that.
“You left.” Kyuhyun said. The softly spoken words caught Zhou Mi off guard. “You left me.” The tiredness in Kyuhyun’s voice had given way to defeat and that just about broke Zhou Mi’s heart.
Zhou Mi opened his mouth to say something, to say he was sorry. He clamped it shut again and instead just hung his head; he didn’t want to look Kyuhyun in the eyes.
“Come on.” Kyuhyun said and then he turned and walked away.
‘Leave!’ A small voice in Zhou Mi’s head implored him. Zhou Mi thought that he should listen to it; he thought that it would be the best thing for everyone if he just drove away right now.
But then, he wasn’t one for doing what was best, was he?
“Come on, Ni Qui.” He said as his picked the tiny dog from his little pillow. “We have to go follow the scary man.”
Ni Qui looked less than impressed at being moved, but Zhou Mi didn’t want to leave him alone in the car. He wondered if Kyuhyun liked dogs.
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Kyuhyun’s apartment was exactly the same as it had been when Zhou mi had left it last, but then it had only been a few hours since he had last been here. He didn’t know why he had expected something to have changed—but he did. The pile of magazines he’d knocked over on his way out of the door were still spread out on the floor, Kyuhyun stepped over them as he went into the little living area. Zhou Mi gently pushed them to one side with his foot as he passed. Kyuhyun walked through the living area and off towards the back of the apartment, towards the bedroom. Zhou Mi felt a stab of guilt as he remembered what he had done to Kyuhyun in that room just a few hours ago.
“Sit down.” Kyuhyun called out to him, it didn’t sound like a polite request. Zhou mi looked around him, there weren’t many places to sit, and he didn’t want to sit on the sofa again, not after last time when the damn thing almost ate him — he might need to make a quick getaway and that sofa is almost impossible to get up from quickly and or gracefully. After a moment of hesitation, Zhou Mi set Ni Qui and his pillow down on the coffee table, then he himself perched on the edge of an arm chair—or at least he thought it was an arm chair, it was hard to tell with all the clothes that covered it. Zhou Mi’s heart pounded in his chest, it pounded to hard that Zhou Mi was sure that Kyuhyun could hear it too. Zhou Mi waited, but he didn’t know what he was waiting for.
Kyuhyun returned a short time later, he’d changed out of his crisp white suit and into a pair of comfortable looking dark grey sweat pants and a light blue t-shirt. It took a minute for Zhou Mi to process this; he’d never seen Kyuhyun wearing anything other than his white suit so this veritable explosion of colour was a little disorientating. Kyuhyun did look good in blue; Zhou Mi had been right about that. Kyuhyun shot him a strange look as he slumped down onto the sofa and for a second Zhou Mi was afraid he’d said that last part out loud.
“Cute dog.” Kyuhyun said and then he leaned back and closed his eyes. After a few moments of silence Zhou Mi became convinced that Kyuhyun had fallen asleep. Zhou Mi coughed. Loudly. Kyuhyun cracked his eyes open and looked up at the ceiling, he didn’t look over at Zhou Mi.
“Would you like something to drink?” Kyuhyun asked finally.
Zhou Mi nodded, then he realized that Kyuhyun couldn’t see him nodding so he said “Yes, please.”
“Kitchen’s over there.” Kyuhyun said, pointing behind him. He was actually pointing in the wrong direction but Zhou Mi didn’t really want to point that out.
Zhou Mi stood silently and walked to the little kitchen. Kyuhyun closed his eyes again and didn’t open them as Zhou Mi passed him.
It took Zhou Mi a little while to prepare coffee, he found a couple of chipped mugs in one of the otherwise bare cupboards and he found milk in the−again−otherwise bare fridge. He didn’t even know if Kyuhyun liked milk in his coffee, he suspected not but he tucked the carton under his arm and brought it with him back to the living area just in case. He set a cup down in front of Kyuhyun; he put the milk next to it. Kyuhyun flicked his eyes over to the coffee but he didn’t make any move towards it. Zhou Mi returned to his armchair perch and held his cup in his hands until if became too hot and he had to set it down on the floor.
Silence.
Awkward, painful silence.
The silent tension that built up between them was so thick that it might as well have been a brick wall.
“I’m sorry.” Zhou Mi said when the quiet became too much for him to take. He felt the need to say something; anything−he might as well start by saying something that was true. “I’m sorry.”
Kyuhyun looked at him then. There was a look in Kyuhyun’s eyes that Zhou Mi couldn’t quite define−half hopeful half afraid.
“What for?” Kyuhyun asked.
“For everything.”
“Can you tell me what ‘everything’ means?”
Yes, Zhou Mi could do that. Zhou Mi should do that.
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“That makes no sense!” Kyuhyun said once Zhou Mi was done telling his tale.
Kyuhyun had sat in (almost) stunned silence as Zhou Mi had recounted the events−as he knew them−over the last day and a half. Though there were times when Zhou Mi could tell that Kyuhyun really wanted to interrupt. Now that Zhou Mi’s story was over Kyuhyun just sat there staring at him like he’d grown two heads. Zhou Mi felt the need to quickly check that he hadn’t grown two heads, in his line of work−ex line of work−you could never be quite sure of these things.
“Yes it does.” Zhou Mi said with a little pout. It did to make sense; Kyuhyun just didn’t have a full grasp on the situation obviously. Zhou Mi thought back over what he had just said, maybe he had forgotten to mention an important detail that would help Kyuhyun understand better.
Here were the facts:
1) Team Grey were after something that they thought Team White had so they kidnapped Kyuhyun to get it
2) Zhou Mi and Kibum had been following Team Grey in order to find out what they were doing and what they wanted and why it involved Team White. Once they had found out this information then Kibum would have likely taken the thing for himself.
3) Kyuhyun didn’t actually know anything about anything. This fact wasn’t all that surprising to Zhou Mi but he didn’t want to tell Kyuhyun that in case it hurt his feelings.
4) Zhou Mi rescued Kyuhyun for reasons that were totally unimportant and so Kyuhyun didn’t need to know so Zhou Mi didn’t tell him.
5) Team Grey gave Kyuhyun some nasty concoction that made him super horny and he would only feel better if he…
6) It all ended up being moot anyway since team Grey didn’t end up getting what they were looking for. Plus both Teams Black and Grey ended up losing two members each and two of the three remaining members of each team would be too busy having sex to plot taking over the world again.
7) …Hopefully
There, that makes perfect sense, Zhou Mi thought to himself.
Kyuhyun just shook his head and stood up. He yawned and stretched; as he stretched his tee shirt rode up, exposing a small sliver of smooth, pale skin. Zhou Mi wanted to lick it.
Zhou Mi blushed, coughed, and looked away. He couldn’t think about Kyuhyun like that, he couldn’t and he shouldn’t. Kyuhyun rotated his head, his neck cracked as he did and Zhou Mi winced. He never did like that sound. Kyuhyun sat down again, he looked pale−paler−and he looked tired, so tired.
“Are you ok?” Zhou Mi asked, it was a really stupid question, of course Kyuhyun wasn’t ok, but Zhou Mi didn’t know what else to say. “After everything?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Kyuhyun said, his voice was shaky and he sounded less than certain. It made Zhou Mi’s heart hurt.
He should go. Zhou Mi should go.
“I should go.” Zhou Mi said and he stood up. He stood up a little too quickly and he bumped a pile of books with his knee, the books spread out over the floor. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Zhou Mi said and he bent down to pick them up.
“No, it’s ok, I’ll get them.” Kyuhyun said, but he didn’t move from the sofa.
“Oh, ok.” Zhou Mi said. He bowed, it was a little awkward but it earned him a tired smile from Kyuhyun. He picked up Ni Qui and his little pillow and he turned towards the door. He hadn’t even taken one step before Kyuhyun was up out of the sofa. Kyuhyun moved fast and he was standing at the door before Zhou Mi could even blink.
“Thank you.” Kyuhyun said. Zhou Mi just blinked at him. “Thank you for coming to get me and thank you for…” Kyuhyun’s voice faltered, he looked around helplessly before he gestured at his crotch area. “Thank you for that.”
Oh. Oh.
“Oh. Oh.” Zhou Mi said. He didn’t know what else to say. “You remember that?”
“Mostly.” Kyuhyun admitted. “Some details are a little fuzzy, but I remember most of it.”
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“No, no, it’s ok.” Kyuhyun smiled and Zhou Mi would have sworn that smile was as bright as the sun. “If it had to happen then I’m glad…I’m glad that it was you.”
Kyuhyun stepped aside so that Zhou Mi could get to the door but he didn’t step away. If Zhou Mi wanted to leave then he was going to have to get very close to Kyuhyun to do it. Zhou Mi put his hand on the door handle but he made no move to turn it. He just stood there awkwardly in Kyuhyun’s little hallway with Kyuhyun standing awkwardly beside him.
If life was in anyway like the movies then right then would be the perfect moment for Zhou Mi to lean in and Kiss Kyuhyun, kiss him hard, kiss him the way Zhou Mi really wanted to.
But life was nothing like the movies.
Zhou Mi sighed heavily, sadly.
“I should go.” He said and he opened the door and he left.
Ni Qui yipped softly as Zhou Mi took the stairs down to the apartment block’s front entrance. Ni Qui yipped again and then again.
“What’s the matter with you?” Zhou Mi asked the little dog. Ni qui just looked at him reproachfully and yipped again. “I know, I know.” Zhou mi sighed. “I really like him, but what can I do?” Zhou Mi hadn’t been aware that dogs could scowl, but Ni Qui very definitely scowled at him. “Ok, Ok.” Zhou Mi said and he stopped walking, he turned to look back at up the way he had just come. “Just so we’re clear.” Zhou Mi said. “I am not taking love advice from my dog.” Ni Qui just yipped happily as Zhou Mi took off back up the stairs, back to Kyuhyun.
Zhou Mi didn’t think about it, he couldn’t afford to stop and think about it. He knocked on Kyuhyun’s door, it was answered almost immediately. Kyuhyun stood there looking confused and a little bit hopeful, it was too adorable so Zhou mi really had no choice but to lean in close and kiss him. He felt Kyuhyun stiffen against him, but then Kyuhyun relaxed into Zhou Mi’s embrace. Vaguely Zhou Mi heard the gentle pad pad pad of Ni Qui jumping down from his pillow and scuttling off into Kyuhyun’s apartment. But Zhou Mi couldn’t really think passed the fact that Kyuhyun was kissing him. Kyuhyun was kissing him and Zhou Mi was very enthusiastically kissing him back.
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Zhou Mi had no idea how they managed to make it to Kyuhyun’s bedroom without either of them sustaining a life threating injury. It’s not like either of them were looking where they were going and Kyuhyun’s apartment was a minefield of debris. But make it they did. Yay! It was a miracle! They groped blindly, feeling around for the bed or some other soft surface to land on and it was sheer dumb luck that Zhou Mi found the bed first. He hit the edge of the bed with the back of his knees and he went down hard with Kyuhyun landing harder on top of him. Harder in more ways than one.
Zhou Mi’s enjoyment of having Kyuhyun pressed against him was slightly hampered by Kyuhyun’s bony elbow digging painfully into his side. They’d landed in a messy tangle of long and awkward limbs and ‘operation detangle’ would have gone a lot smoother if they’d stopped kissing long enough to fully implement it. But Zhou Mi didn’t want to stop kissing Kyuhyun, now that he had finally started kissing Kyuhyun he never wanted to stop. Which was kind of irrational but right then was not the time for rational thinking.
Kyuhyun pulled away first and for a heart stopping second Zhou Mi thought that Kyuhyun had realized that this was all a huge mistake. But Kyuhyun wasn’t pushing Zhou mi away, he was just pushing himself up to give himself enough space and leverage to pull off his shirt.
Oh. Oh! Yes, right. Naked time!
Kyuhyun chuckled and Zhou Mi realized that he’d said that last bit out loud.
Zhou Mi’s mental happy dance at finally getting Kyuhyun naked (or almost) came to an abrupt halt when he caught sight of the scars that marred the smooth surface of Kyuhyun’s skin. Facing the front they didn’t look too bad, but from the way the scars slid off into a spider web around Kyuhyun’s back Zhou Mi knew that it would be a different story from the back. Zhou mi had known about the accident, of course he had. It was in Kyuhyun’s file and Zhou Mi did know Kyuhyun’s file by heart. But he hadn’t known. You can’t really know until you see it.
Kyuhyun saw where Zhou Mi was looking, he quirked an eyebrow and smiled grimly.
“Really not relevant right now, Mi.”
Mi. Yes, Zhou Mi liked that, liked Kyuhyun using his name so intimately.
“Call me that again.” Zhou Mi said slowly, lust making the words stick in his throat.
“Mi.” Kyuhyun said again, his voice all but a purr. Kyuhyun had such a beautiful voice. “Mi.” Kyuhyun said again. “Mi.”
“Yes.” Zhou Mi stammered.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.
Yes, right.
Getting Kyuhyun completely naked was relatively easy since all he was wearing now was sweat pants and underwear. It took but a minute for them to be off Kyuhyun’s body and discarded on the floor. Zhou Mi’s suit was a different matter altogether.
Stupid suit.
“Oh my god!” Kyuhyun’s exclamation was half annoyance, half frustrated laugh. “What is this belt buckle?”
“It’s fashion…umpf!” Zhou Mi’s defensive wail was cut short by Kyuhyun tugging at the intricate design, tugging so hard that he started tugging at other things.
“Kyu…kui…” Zhou Mi moaned. “I’ll get it.”
Zhou batted away Kyuhyun’s hands and, with fumbling fingers, snapped open the clasp.
Kyuhyun seemed unable, unwilling to wait long enough for Zhou Mi to get his belt fully undone. As soon as the clasp was free, Kyuhyun started pulling at Zhou Mi’s pants with a fervour that left Zhou Mi breathless.
“Holy…!” Kyuhyun started to say, his words turning to grunts as he tried to pull Zhou Mi’s pants down. “Were you…sewn…into…these…ugh!”
Zhou Mi laughed. He laughed harder when he saw Kyuhyun’s put out expression. He stopped laughing when Kyuhyun leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was softer than before, slower, exploratory. Kyuhyun’s kiss was gentle, unsure but enthusiastic, Zhou Mi groaned into Kyuhyun’s mouth because it hurt, deeply hurt, to have to push him away even if it was only for a moment. But Zhou mi had to be sure, had to be absolutely sure that Kyuhyun was in his right mind, though god only knew how Zhou Mi was going to bring himself to stop if it turned out that Kyuhyun wasn’t in his right mind. He didn’t think he could stop; not now he had started.
“Kyuhyun,” Zhou Mi started, he tried to keep his voice sounding calm and reasonable and he’s pretty sure he just about managed it. “Are you sure you’re ok? You’re not still under the influence of the serum are you?”
Kyuhyun’s expression flashed from hurt to confusion to understanding, he smiled.
“No.” He said. “No, Mi. Mi, I’m fine, totally, totally fine.” Kyuhyun paused, seemed to think about something for a moment before continuing, his words now hesitant. “I’ve wanted to get in your pants for a long time.”
Oh. Oh!
“Oh.” Zhou Mi Said. “Oh!”
Silence. Zhou Mi tried to form a coherent sentence while Kyuhyun waited, and waited, and waited.
“Ditto!” Zhou Mi sputtered out after what seem like an age.
Kyuhyun smiled again, a wide, bright smile this time. To Zhou Mi that smile was like the sun coming out. There was no snark in that smile, no belligerence—just fresh, unadulterated joy. Zhou Mi wanted Kyuhyun to always smile like that.
“You have a beautiful smile.” Zhou Mi said and he was smiling too now.
“Ditto.” Kyuhyun said. “So…”
“So?”
“So, can we finish getting your pants off now?”
Yes. Right, yes. It was still naked time.
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Kyuhyun managed to get most of Zhou Mi’s clothes off in the end, Zhou Mi thought that it was just safer to let Kyuhyun get on with it. Zhou Mi did have to take his own sock off though, because once all the important parts were uncovered Kyuhyun was happy. Zhou Mi felt a little ridiculous leaving them on.
Zhou Mi had to stand up to take his socks off, his legs were a little shaky and he lost his balance crashing back down to the bed. Kyuhyun took that opportunity to straddle him which isn’t something Zhou minded too much. Kyuhyun leaned in and kissed him, Zhou Mi really, really liked kissing Kyuhyun. The kisses were just a distraction as Zhou mi found out when he realized his hands were tied to the flimsy headboard, with his own tie. He would have been indignant about this if he wasn’t so turned on.
“Now you can’t leave.” Kyuhyun said with a smirk, Zhou Mi wanted to lick the upward curve of that smile. The knot wasn’t tight; Zhou Mi could pull away if he wanted to. He didn’t want to. He really, really didn’t want to. He didn’t want to pull away because right here was where Kyuhyun wanted him. He wanted to touch Kyuhyun, though. Wanted to touch, needed to touch. He wanted to run his hands over Kyuhyun’s skin, wanted to trace the curves of Kyuhyun’s scars with his tongue.
He wanted to love Kyuhyun, worship him.
Instinctively he pulled at the binds on his wrists, he felt the give in the knot and he stopped. If he wasn’t allowed to touch Kyuhyun then he needed Kyuhyun to touch him, tease him, take him.
Kyuhyun did.
Frustratingly for Zhou Mi, Kyuhyun didn’t touch Zhou Mi’s cock, not right away. Even though Zhou Mi begged until his pleas became helpless little whimpers. Kyuhyun kissed his way around Zhou Mi’s body, he kissed Zhou Mi’s nipples, he followed the line of Zhou Mi’s happy trail with his tongue but then kissed around the most important area. He licked along the groove of Zhou Mi’s hips, swirling his tongue in intricate circles that had Zhou Mi begging his hips and gasping for more.
Zhou Mi closed his eyes as Kyuhyun continued his delicious ministrations. Then Kyuhyun’s tongue was gone, his weight was gone from the bed. Zhou mi opened his eyes and looked first to his left and then the right, there he saw Kyuhyun. Or at least he saw Kyuhyun’s bare ass sticking up in the air and he rooted in a cupboard for something.
“Kyuhyun, what are you doing?” Zhou Mi stumbled over the words, arousal was making him dizzy, his whole body throbbed with need and all he needed was for Kyuhyun to touch him.
“Found them!” Kyuhyun cried out triumphantly.
Kyuhyun stood back, stood over Zhou Mi. In one hand Kyuhyun held a small bottle; in the other he had condoms. Zhou mi let out a small laugh despite himself, despite the situation because the Kyuhyun’s look of pride at finding this booty was funnier than it should have been.
“Are those things in date?”
“Of course they…HEY! I don’t think I like what you’re implying.”
“Well, I don’t know how long they have been in there being not used.”
Kyuhyun’s pout was pure juvenile, like a child who didn’t get his way, but the look in his eye was pure evil.
“If you keep that up then they will keep on being not used.”
Zhou Mi was pretty sure Kyuhyun didn’t actually mean that but he still tried to maintain a serious and sombre expression. It was hard though, very hard.
“I’m sorry.” He said.
Kyuhyun smiled, smiled that bright brilliant smile again. “Apology accepted. Now, where were we?”
Finally, finally Kyuhyun turned his attention to Zhou Mi’s cock. First there were gentle, teasing touches and then the wonderful, wet warmth of Kyuhyun’s mouth. Zhou Mi groaned and bucked his hips only for Kyuhyun to push him down, press him down onto the bed.
Oh god, oh god that felt good.
Kyuhyun applied the condom with his mouth too; Zhou Mi had only ever seen that in porn movies that he wouldn’t admit to watching. It seemed that Kyuhyun was nowhere near as innocent as he looked.
Kyuhyun prepared himself and it was an amazing thing to watch. Kyuhyun whimpered as he spread himself open with his own fingers and that sound was music to Zhou Mi’s ears. Zhou Mi felt the need to pinch himself, to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming, to make sure that this was really happening.
Zhou Mi was almost painfully erect now, he moaned long and loud as Kyuhyun lowered himself onto him. He watched Kyuhyun’s face, watched Kyuhyun bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut. Zhou Mi bucked his hips again and Kyuhyun gasped, a soft sound of pleasure.
It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for Zhou mi to come but Kyuhyun seemed almost smugly pleased at the effect his performance had. Zhou Mi slipped free from his tie binds and pulled Kyuhyun into his embrace, he kissed Kyuhyun on the nose and then he saw to it that Kyuhyun got his own orgasm.
God help him, Zhou Mi was pretty sure that he was in love.
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Zhou Mi heard ringing. At first he thought it might be the bells of heaven joyously ringing in his ears, but then he realized that it was just Kyuhyun’s phone. Beside him Kyuhyun stirred, he made small moves to answer the call.
“Don’t get it.” Zhou Mi mumbled, he only half meant it. He didn’t want Kyuhyun to miss a possibly important call but he also didn’t want Kyuhyun to get up. He didn’t want to have to go and face the real world yet.
“Might be the office.” Kyuhyun slurred sleepily. Kyuhyun pushed himself up from the bed and fumbled for the phone. The phone turned out to be on Zhou Mi’s side of the bed so Kyuhyun climbed over Zhou Mi to get it. Things rubbed against places and it made Zhou Mi really, really not want to get up. Kyuhyun found the phone but he didn’t answer right away, instead he blinked at the display before turning to Zhou Mi. Zhou mi didn’t think it was work calling.
“Mi,” Kyuhyun said, his face creased up with confusion. “Mi, why are you calling me?”
“What?”
Kyuhyun held up the phone so that Zhou Mi could see his name flashing clearly on the display.
“Why do you have my number stored in your phone?”
Kyuhyun blushed. “That’s not the point right now.” Kyuhyun waved the phone in front of Zhou Mi’s face. “This obviously isn’t you calling, so who is it?”
“Answer it and find out.”
“You answer it.”
“It’s your phone!”
“That didn’t stop you before.” Kyuhyun shoved the phone into Zhou Mi’s hands and it promptly stopped ringing.
“Oh well.” Zhou Mi said with a shrug and he started to hand it back only for it to start ringing again. After a pointed look from Kyuhyun, Zhou Mi answered it. “Hello?”
There was a shriek from the other end of the line. Excited, high pitched, far too perky.
“You ARE there!” A far too familiar voice said. “I tried calling you at home but you didn’t answer and I didn’t know of another way to contact you since you’re no longer with Team Black.”
Zhou Mi narrowed his eyes. Sungmin. Wait, how did Sungmin know he wasn’t part of Black anymore?
“Well, you do have my phone. Wait, how do you know I’m not with Black anymore?”
“I’m a spy dumbass; finding out information is what I do.”
Kyuhyun shook Zhou mi by the shoulder.
‘Who is it?’ Kyuhyun mouthed.
“No one important.” Zhou Mi said.
“Hey!” Sungmin shouted loud enough to make Zhou mi wince as he had the phone pressed closed to his ear. “I resent that!”
“What do you want, Sungmin?”
“Weeeeeell…” Sungmin said sweetly. Zhou Mi didn’t think he was going to like whatever Sungmin was about to say. “I have a proposition for you. Well,” Sungmin paused for a minute. “Well, it’s more like a job offer.”
.end chapter eleven