azurehook
Summary: An unexpected rendezvous at the not-so-usual job leads to surprises, gunfire, sex, and an utterly destroyed house.
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Yunho is perfectly civil. He's polite, he's good with kids, he's mature, and he always knows the right thing to say. Though his job sends him on somewhat sudden and interspersed business trips, Changmin doesn't mind.
After all, his job can be just as unpredictable and finding someone who can live with such a fickle schedule while being loving, handsome, and doting is a rare find indeed.
They live in a quaint house in the rather liberal, highly educated, and relatively affluent suburbs. Changmin can't cook and Yunho isn't much better, so they often get takeout. Households chores are split up even though Changmin tends to be the one cleaning more often than not. Yunho tries to justify his lack of enthusiasm towards vacuuming by trying to hint at his higher income, but Changmin doesn't take any of it. They are living together, two as one, and everything should be done in tandem.
To be fair, these small squabbles are the extent of their arguments. The day-to-day routine is rather monotonous and Changmin sometimes wonders if marriage means love fades away to a dull comfort where one is too lazy to get out of in the end.
Each day is a quick bite, a quick exchange of kisses, work, and then perhaps a handjob or frottage, something quick before collapsing into bed. They haven't really had proper sex in some time and Changmin frowns. But Yunho is so. Well, he's just so nice and Changmin isn't really sure about what he enjoys or if he really has any kinks.
Which is strange, considering how long they've been together now. Almost five years and already, the relationship is starting to feel mundane and somewhat tedious.
The only thing that has made it bearable has been his current job. He works as an assassin, especially skilled in reconnaissance. Changmin has always prided himself on careful planning and perfect execution despite his age. He already is the top assassin at his firm, managing to terminate even the most elusive gang leaders and mafia bosses.
His next target is Tom Dobson, known for human trafficking in the city. Dobson's overly lavish lifestyle caught the attention of Changmin's firm, who had been trying to track down the main boss for months.
Dressed in his sleek black suit, Changmin is planning to infiltrate the party, hopefully isolate Dobson in his smoking library for drinks and quickly execute his target. He had let Yunho know of a business office function he had to attend to that night. Yunho responded he'd be held up at the office because of a financial audit. Changmin shakes his head. Yunho works too hard and he knows how he can be easily manipulated to do more work than he should be doing.
In either case, Changmin easily passes the iron-wrought gates with his embossed, gold leaf invitation. There's quite a crowd, with plenty of scantily clad women prancing about in nothing more than lingerie and high heels. Changmin grimaces. He usually doesn't like doing these jobs -- there's a chance that civilians can get involved and he hates having to clean up any messes.
He tries to catch Dobson as best he can, corner him, but the man flits from person to person, a preening peacock eager to engage any party. After two hours of failing and losing sight of him, Changmin scowls. Maybe he should just stay until after hours and then catch the man
unawares.
He doesn't usually drink, but Changmin takes a shot of vodka to calm his irritated nerves. He busies himself studying the layout of the house more, though he's memorized it pretty well before the mission. People are finally starting to filter out and it's easier to keep track of Dobson. Finally, finally there's an opening and he starts towards him.
Except he's greeted by someone else (Changmin can't really see -- a marble pillar is blocking his way) and they slip away, towards what Changmin knows as the library.
Fuck. Changmin discretely scans his peripheral vision before tagging them, making sure to duck behind walls and furniture. He's just about to pass through the door when suddenly gunfire erupts and he ducks down. Shit, he didn't think security would be up here too. He quickly pulls his gun out about to shoot and the hidden door opens, so he waits, aimed and ready, primed to pump lead right into--
"Yunho?! What the--"
"Shit, Changmin, back, back, he's got men in there, I need more cover," Yunho's shoving him behind a couch.
"Wait, you're not. Fuck, don't tell me..." Changmin can't believe it. Were all those business trips and functions all just lies?
"No, this gun is for just for show and I enjoy pointless parties--YES. We're discussing this later." Yunho reloads as he takes a quick glance over the sofa.
Changmin usually prides himself in reacting quickly to unexpected situations, but it still takes him a bit to orient himself and prioritize.
"...you didn't kill Dobson," he concludes.
Yunho sighs. "No. His men got in the way and he escaped while leaving his goons. There's twenty of them. You think you can take some?" But Yunho's voice has changed slightly, and Changmin can't help answering without a smirk.
"Just try to keep up, old man."
The bodyguards have no chance whatsoever, and the fancy upholstered chaises, million dollar erotic marble statues, and expensive embossed wallpaper share a similar fate. An accidental shot through an especially large pillow leads to an explosion of white down feathers, perfect contrast to blossoming red flowers of blood.
Changmin always tends to get an adrenaline rush after his missions, a post-aroused high, where his body is thrumming and his senses are heightened. He's sitting on a rather now beat-up chair with his tie loosened, jacket tossed somewhere as he wipes his brow.
"Water?"
Yunho stands over him, glass in hand and shirt unbuttoned. Changmin licks his chapped lips, noting the heavier breathing, the dilated eyes, the bobbing Adam's apple. A quick glance downwards confirms his suspicions.
Seems like he's not the only one who gets affected after a mission.
"Sure." Changmin is feeling somewhat stuffy, though he decides to pour the water over his head, slicking his hair and dripping down to his shirt. "It's getting warm here anyway." He stands up, entirely too close to Yunho. "Don't you think?"
He's not sure who starts what first, but he knows his shirt is torn off, buttons flying as Yunho presses him too hard against the wall. The pain is a bit of shock but it spurs him on, making him growl and kiss Yunho hard. He rips through Yunho shirt, giving in to his desire of licking a nipple before sucking it roughly. Yunho moans, fingers clenching tight in Changmin's hair.
"Kiss me," Yunho demands, pulling Changmin up for a messy, wet kiss. Changmin has never been so hard in his life so quick and he needs this so badly.
They're undressed enough and he pulls away slightly to strip completely, before turning around and placing his hands on the wall. His back, his ass is completely exposed for Yunho.
"Fuck me, Yunho. I don't fucking care how you do it, just fuck me, right now."
There's a pause before some shuffling of clothes and Yunho's hot breath tickles his neck. Changmin groans when he feels that hot, hard cock pressing against him, so rigid and firm, insistent against his ass.
"You want that? I bet you do, your body's just begging for it." Changmin shudders as Yunho kiss his neck, to suck hard on his shoulder, his back, until suddenly, a waft of cold air hits him.
He's just about to ask what the hell when he feels it.
Wet. Probing.
Deep.
In his most intimate opening.
Changmin can't think. Yunho's never, ever done anything like this, and Changmin's usually the one to give oral. But to feel that tip sear into his body, push past the puckered rosette -- Changmin is trembling. He can barely hold himself up, let alone be strong.
"Yunho, Yunho I, you can't. You can't do that, I'm. I can't," Changmin gasps out, almost sobbing to try and control himself.
But Yunho doesn't stop; in fact, he starts thrusting in and out and Changmin loses it. He keens, voice feeling so rough and throat so dry that he can only mouth a silent ecstatic moan, fingers pressing so tightly against the wall that his skin is turning white. He feels weak, can't help it, and he starts to slide, wanting to get to the floor, finds himself on his hands and knees, trying so desperately to recover.
"Beautiful," Yunho purrs, and Changmin manages to lift his head up to see Yunho, eyes smoldering and wanting so hard. "But I need you to stay with me. You're in too good of a position to pass up."
Changmin would dryly comment on the horrible usage of puns, but at the current moment, he doesn't have much thinking capacity except to realize that Yunho's hands are gripping his hips and his cock is pressing insistently against Changmin.
Changmin wants it. He's already relaxed a bit and he focuses, wanting Yunho inside, so badly.
Yet despite Yunho's tight grip and rough words, he still goes incredibly slow. It's almost painful and Changmin feels like his air supply is rapidly depleting.
Of course, Yunho manages to make him feel even more vulnerable and he breathes a soft, "I miss you," making Changmin's eyes smart, and not just from the pain. Changmin feels himself building up again and Yunho's immediately there, his warm palm holding and stroking Changmin.
It's a gentler release, a slower, longer, lingering satiation where the aftershocks leaves him in a dazed state. Yunho collapses on top of him, the weight a welcoming anchor for Changmin to cling to.
"...we still need to catch him, you know," Changmin ends up saying, instead of, 'I love you,' or 'That was great,' or even 'It's been too damn long.' He mentally facepalms, hoping Yunho won't take it the wrong way.
There's a strange sort of sound and Changmin adjusts himself so he's on his side, facing Yunho.
"You're... laughing?" Changmin can't help feeling a little affronted.
"I guess it makes sense. I mean, we have probably the best sex I can remember in years after offing some guys and all you can worry about is our target," Yunho explains after he's done laughing. "I guess we have some fucked up wiring."
Changmin snorts and wryly grins. "Either way. And..."
"Yeah?" Yunho looks at him warmly and Changmin knows he's thinking of something sappy coming out. He's happy he can disrupt that expectation. "Can you move? The circulation to my leg has been cut off for the past ten minutes."
"Brat," Yunho grumbles, but grudgingly moves to the side.
"We need a plan of action you know. We have to re-mobilize as quickly as we can, get our weaponry, determine if more intelligence is necessary and yesiloveyou," Changmin rapidly lists. "Now, I think we--"
"I love you too," Yunho interrupts, giving him the widest, shit-eating grin ever.
Changmin can't help the bit of red on his cheeks. He looks away to notice the time.
Midnight. February 14.
