Baby, this ain't nothing but a thing - Chapter twelve {various pairings}
Title: Baby, this ain't nothing but a thing - Chapter twelve
Rating: R
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 = 1, 441
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 | Chapter eleven
Chapter twelve
Ryeowook lay in bed alone. The empty side of the bed was still warm; Yesung hadn’t been gone that long—half an hour at most. Ryeowook had felt every one of those minutes pass by as if they were hours and he found that he was a little annoyed with himself for feeling this way. This is what happened when sex happened, a crush could turn into like which could turn into craving which could turn into something that looked a lot like love.
Ryeowook huffed and threw aside the bed covers. He didn’t love Yesung, he didn’t. He just missed him when he wasn’t around. This is why they had the ‘no sex’ rule! This is what had made them more formidable than Team Black and Team White. Those two were far too easily led astray. Team Grey wasn’t…or at least it hadn’t been before.
Stupid Yesung.
Stupid Yesung who maybe had been gone a little too long, he only went to the bathroom. It didn’t take half an hour to go to the bathroom. Unless of course you were Yesung and you went and got lost. Ryeowook smiled fondly as he pulled on his pants, Yesung was always getting lost.
Ryeowook paused with his leg half way into his pants. Wait, wait, wait, wait! This section of the Headquarters was so not a good place to get lost in. They were in Ryeowook’s bedroom; they had adjourned to here once they had recovered from their business in main room. Ryeowook’s bedroom was the opposite side of the building from Yesung’s lab and Yesung probably hadn’t been down this way much—maybe not at all, he wouldn’t know his way around. Right down the hall from Ryeowook’s room was Ryeowook’s favourite part of the Headquarters, though it might not remain his favourite part for long, not if his pets ended up eating Yesung.
“Oh god!” Ryeowook hissed in half panic. He rushed to finish getting dressed, almost tripping over in the process. “Oh god! Oh god! The crocodile pit!”
Ryeowook calculated that the odds of Yesung finding his way to the crocodile pit and then falling over the guard rail were about a hundred to one; Ryeowook did have a few safe guards in place after all. But this was Yesung, falling in could and probably would happen.
Stupid Yesung.
*
Yesung wasn’t at the crocodile pit, Ryeowook’s pets splashed and snapped at him for food so Ryeowook was pretty sure that Yesung hadn’t already been eaten.
“Don’t worry Minho, Jonghyun.” Ryeowook said gently as he knelt down by the guard rail. “Poor things, I haven’t fed you in a while, I’m sorry. I will find someone to feed you later, I promise.”
So, so if Yesung wasn’t here and he hadn’t been eaten then where the hell was he?
Ryeowook shivered, he was cold, there was a draft coming from just about everywhere. This was an old building, old and run down, a fixer upper, and so far Ryeowook had fixed it up well, but it was still always so damn cold. He wished that he was curled up back in bed with Yesung, where it was warm and comfortable and…and safe. He wanted Yesung’s arms around him, he wanted that badly.
But first he was going to have to find Yesung.
“Stupid Yesung.” Ryeowook said with a smile.
Briefly he considered searching the whole place room by room because there could be no telling where Yesung might end up. But searching the entire Headquarters could well take him the better part of the rest of the week and that would be highly unproductive. So he discarded that idea and just headed for Yesung’s lab instead. Yesung would be bound to show up there at some point, like a giant homing pigeon.
It was quiet as Ryeowook made his way through the maze of halls, almost eerily quiet. Ryeowook had never noticed just how creepy this place actually was, before he had thought it to be pretty much perfect but now…yes, but now. The place seemed empty, not that it had ever been packed to the rafters with just the five of them here, but now it just seemed all wrong. All, all wrong. There was too much space and way too much quiet. Maybe he should think about downsizing, yes that might be a good idea. It would be cheaper on the up keep since Ryeowook did spend half their budget on hiring an outside assassin and look how that turned out. Ryeowook would be petitioning the spy guild at his earliest convenience to try and get his money back, he needed to recoup his loses wherever he could.
Yes, a smaller Headquarters would be a good idea, not too small—he would need to have room for his pets. But somewhere where Yesung was less likely to get lost all the time, somewhere Ryeowook would be able to find Yesung immediately should he need him for things.
Yes, things.
Things.
*
Yesung was already in his lab, Ryeowook was relieved. And then he was annoyed because if Yesung had managed to find his way back to his lab, why the hell didn’t he find his way back to Ryeowook’s bed? Instead he went and made Ryeowook worry—not that Ryeowook was ever going to admit that he was worried.
Yesung had his back to the door; his head bent low over his desk. Ryeowook had to step closer to see what it was that he was working on, he noted with great relief that it wasn’t the truth serum. Ryeowook was sure that he’d had quite enough of that.
Ryeowook tried to be quiet as he moved round Yesung’s desk; all he wanted to do was see the look of concentration on Yesung’s face. Yesung did look so cute when he was concentrating, Ryeowook didn’t want to disturb him just yet.
He must have made some sound though, or else Yesung sensed his presence somehow because Yesung suddenly looked up. Yesung blinked as he looked around as if he had forgotten where he was, then his unfocused gaze fell on Ryeowook and he smiled a wide and brilliant smile. Ryeowook felt his spirits soar, and butterflies skitter in his stomach.
Stupid Yesung.
“I got lost.” Yesung said and then he blushed, his expression sheepish.
“Yes,” Ryeowook said, he was fighting not to smile. It was getting harder to stay annoyed with Yesung. “I figured.”
Yesung looked down at what he was working on; Ryeowook still couldn’t tell exactly what it was.
“I had an idea while I was peeing.” Yesung said happily. “When I couldn’t find my way back to your room I came down here to try it out.” Yesung looked up from the mess of parts; he looked Ryeowook in the eyes. Ryeowook felt his stomach do little flip flops. “I’m making you a present.”
Ryeowook looked at the mess; one of the parts seemed to be shooting off sparks still. Ryeowook wasn’t sure that he wanted this present.
“What is it?” He asked dubiously.
“It’s not done yet.” Yesung sounded defensive and a little affronted. He pouted which Ryeowook thought was far too cute.
“What is it going to be?”
Yesung flashed him a grin, happier now that Ryeowook was interested. “A freeze ray.” He said proudly.
“A freeze ray! A real one? For me?”
Yesung nodded.
“I’ve always wanted one!” Ryeowook was not going to cry, he wasn’t. Still, he felt happy tears start to well up.
“I know, and I thought of a way to make a viable prototype without it freezing the hand of the person holding it. All I have to do is…”
“Shhhh.” Ryeowook said softly. He stepped closer to Yesung, placed a finger to Yesung’s lips. “Shhhh, don’t tell me, it might ruin the surprise.
Yesung was still sitting down so Ryeowook straddled him, it wasn’t the most comfortable of positions but Ryeowook had always been good at making things work. He leaned in and kissed Yesung, soft at first and then harder, more insistent. He wanted Yesung and he wanted him now.
“But the freeze ray!” Yesung mumbled into Ryeowook’s mouth.
“It can wait a little.” Ryeowook said with a slow, devious smile once he managed to pull himself away from the kiss. “It’s not going anywhere.”
And neither were Team Black and Team White. Ryeowook would have his revenge on them for foiling his plans. They would suffer and Ryeowook would strike when they were least expecting it. He would get them.
But first, he had other matters to attend to.
.end chapter twelve
Rating: R
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 = 1, 441
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.
Chapter twelve
Ryeowook lay in bed alone. The empty side of the bed was still warm; Yesung hadn’t been gone that long—half an hour at most. Ryeowook had felt every one of those minutes pass by as if they were hours and he found that he was a little annoyed with himself for feeling this way. This is what happened when sex happened, a crush could turn into like which could turn into craving which could turn into something that looked a lot like love.
Ryeowook huffed and threw aside the bed covers. He didn’t love Yesung, he didn’t. He just missed him when he wasn’t around. This is why they had the ‘no sex’ rule! This is what had made them more formidable than Team Black and Team White. Those two were far too easily led astray. Team Grey wasn’t…or at least it hadn’t been before.
Stupid Yesung.
Stupid Yesung who maybe had been gone a little too long, he only went to the bathroom. It didn’t take half an hour to go to the bathroom. Unless of course you were Yesung and you went and got lost. Ryeowook smiled fondly as he pulled on his pants, Yesung was always getting lost.
Ryeowook paused with his leg half way into his pants. Wait, wait, wait, wait! This section of the Headquarters was so not a good place to get lost in. They were in Ryeowook’s bedroom; they had adjourned to here once they had recovered from their business in main room. Ryeowook’s bedroom was the opposite side of the building from Yesung’s lab and Yesung probably hadn’t been down this way much—maybe not at all, he wouldn’t know his way around. Right down the hall from Ryeowook’s room was Ryeowook’s favourite part of the Headquarters, though it might not remain his favourite part for long, not if his pets ended up eating Yesung.
“Oh god!” Ryeowook hissed in half panic. He rushed to finish getting dressed, almost tripping over in the process. “Oh god! Oh god! The crocodile pit!”
Ryeowook calculated that the odds of Yesung finding his way to the crocodile pit and then falling over the guard rail were about a hundred to one; Ryeowook did have a few safe guards in place after all. But this was Yesung, falling in could and probably would happen.
Stupid Yesung.
*
Yesung wasn’t at the crocodile pit, Ryeowook’s pets splashed and snapped at him for food so Ryeowook was pretty sure that Yesung hadn’t already been eaten.
“Don’t worry Minho, Jonghyun.” Ryeowook said gently as he knelt down by the guard rail. “Poor things, I haven’t fed you in a while, I’m sorry. I will find someone to feed you later, I promise.”
So, so if Yesung wasn’t here and he hadn’t been eaten then where the hell was he?
Ryeowook shivered, he was cold, there was a draft coming from just about everywhere. This was an old building, old and run down, a fixer upper, and so far Ryeowook had fixed it up well, but it was still always so damn cold. He wished that he was curled up back in bed with Yesung, where it was warm and comfortable and…and safe. He wanted Yesung’s arms around him, he wanted that badly.
But first he was going to have to find Yesung.
“Stupid Yesung.” Ryeowook said with a smile.
Briefly he considered searching the whole place room by room because there could be no telling where Yesung might end up. But searching the entire Headquarters could well take him the better part of the rest of the week and that would be highly unproductive. So he discarded that idea and just headed for Yesung’s lab instead. Yesung would be bound to show up there at some point, like a giant homing pigeon.
It was quiet as Ryeowook made his way through the maze of halls, almost eerily quiet. Ryeowook had never noticed just how creepy this place actually was, before he had thought it to be pretty much perfect but now…yes, but now. The place seemed empty, not that it had ever been packed to the rafters with just the five of them here, but now it just seemed all wrong. All, all wrong. There was too much space and way too much quiet. Maybe he should think about downsizing, yes that might be a good idea. It would be cheaper on the up keep since Ryeowook did spend half their budget on hiring an outside assassin and look how that turned out. Ryeowook would be petitioning the spy guild at his earliest convenience to try and get his money back, he needed to recoup his loses wherever he could.
Yes, a smaller Headquarters would be a good idea, not too small—he would need to have room for his pets. But somewhere where Yesung was less likely to get lost all the time, somewhere Ryeowook would be able to find Yesung immediately should he need him for things.
Yes, things.
Things.
*
Yesung was already in his lab, Ryeowook was relieved. And then he was annoyed because if Yesung had managed to find his way back to his lab, why the hell didn’t he find his way back to Ryeowook’s bed? Instead he went and made Ryeowook worry—not that Ryeowook was ever going to admit that he was worried.
Yesung had his back to the door; his head bent low over his desk. Ryeowook had to step closer to see what it was that he was working on, he noted with great relief that it wasn’t the truth serum. Ryeowook was sure that he’d had quite enough of that.
Ryeowook tried to be quiet as he moved round Yesung’s desk; all he wanted to do was see the look of concentration on Yesung’s face. Yesung did look so cute when he was concentrating, Ryeowook didn’t want to disturb him just yet.
He must have made some sound though, or else Yesung sensed his presence somehow because Yesung suddenly looked up. Yesung blinked as he looked around as if he had forgotten where he was, then his unfocused gaze fell on Ryeowook and he smiled a wide and brilliant smile. Ryeowook felt his spirits soar, and butterflies skitter in his stomach.
Stupid Yesung.
“I got lost.” Yesung said and then he blushed, his expression sheepish.
“Yes,” Ryeowook said, he was fighting not to smile. It was getting harder to stay annoyed with Yesung. “I figured.”
Yesung looked down at what he was working on; Ryeowook still couldn’t tell exactly what it was.
“I had an idea while I was peeing.” Yesung said happily. “When I couldn’t find my way back to your room I came down here to try it out.” Yesung looked up from the mess of parts; he looked Ryeowook in the eyes. Ryeowook felt his stomach do little flip flops. “I’m making you a present.”
Ryeowook looked at the mess; one of the parts seemed to be shooting off sparks still. Ryeowook wasn’t sure that he wanted this present.
“What is it?” He asked dubiously.
“It’s not done yet.” Yesung sounded defensive and a little affronted. He pouted which Ryeowook thought was far too cute.
“What is it going to be?”
Yesung flashed him a grin, happier now that Ryeowook was interested. “A freeze ray.” He said proudly.
“A freeze ray! A real one? For me?”
Yesung nodded.
“I’ve always wanted one!” Ryeowook was not going to cry, he wasn’t. Still, he felt happy tears start to well up.
“I know, and I thought of a way to make a viable prototype without it freezing the hand of the person holding it. All I have to do is…”
“Shhhh.” Ryeowook said softly. He stepped closer to Yesung, placed a finger to Yesung’s lips. “Shhhh, don’t tell me, it might ruin the surprise.
Yesung was still sitting down so Ryeowook straddled him, it wasn’t the most comfortable of positions but Ryeowook had always been good at making things work. He leaned in and kissed Yesung, soft at first and then harder, more insistent. He wanted Yesung and he wanted him now.
“But the freeze ray!” Yesung mumbled into Ryeowook’s mouth.
“It can wait a little.” Ryeowook said with a slow, devious smile once he managed to pull himself away from the kiss. “It’s not going anywhere.”
And neither were Team Black and Team White. Ryeowook would have his revenge on them for foiling his plans. They would suffer and Ryeowook would strike when they were least expecting it. He would get them.
But first, he had other matters to attend to.
.end chapter twelve