Genre: AU, angst, romace, cyberpunk-ish?
Pairing: Heechul / Jaejoong, KangTeuk, others...
Raiting: NC-17 for language overall
Summary: All he had to do was go in, hack into the bureau's database and send the data back to HQ, it should have been a piece of cake. And he should have succeeded. He would have if he wasn't for the bosses damn pretty boy.
"Why did you come here?" his voice is calm, almost a whisper. Quite the contrary to the strong vicious grip he had around his neck. Heechul's throat constricted painfully but he said nothing, the grip tightens, he chokes.
"I highly suggest you answer me." He voiced again, this time his voice a lot more demanding.
"Fuck off." Heechul spat.
"You insolent piece of shit!" The man swore throwing him to the ground, a boot practically crushing his neck. This was not going as planned, he did not expect to be caught. All he had to do was go in, hack into the bureau's database and send the data back to HQ, it should have been a piece of cake. And he would have succeeded if he wasn't spotted by the bosses pretty boy standing in the corner.
"Still not talking, huh?" the big boss man sneered down at him, pressing his boot up tighter to his throat. "Fine don't talk, I'll just keep you here then." He said with a dirty smile, as he lifted Heechul to his feet. With one hand holding a tight grip on his jaw and the other slowly moving up his shirt, he smirked that disgusting smirk again.
"Oh, so you’re a natural." the man said as he continued to move his hand up Heechul's body. "It's rare to see someone with a non-prosthetic body, and still be so hot."
"Get your fucking hands off me you filthy piece of shit." Heechul sneered then spat in his face, he was not going to take this.
"Oh, you're dirty. I'll have fun with you." He the man smirked as he wiped his face, "Since you were obviously here to try to bring me down, I can't exactly let you go. But it's be a waste of such a pretty face if I killed you. So from now on your mine." The man breathed against his face. Heechul shot him a defiant look as the man trailed a finger around his jaw line.
"That's a good look on you. It turns me on."
Heechul smirked. "I dare you to try something. I'll fucking kill you."
The man let out a sickeningly hardy laughed and took a tight hold on the back of Heechul's crimson hair, he hissed in pain. "Oh god your hot when you threaten me like that." The man said threw clenched teeth as he trailed his tongue down Heechul's neck then threw him roughly to the floor. "I'll have to have my fill of you later, I have some business to attend to." The man said, and with that he left the room.
Heechul was left on the floor arms tied behind his back. He had to get out of here and quick, there was no way in hell he was going to become that bastards whore, he'd rather die. Heechul bit his lip, if he only he didn't break his fucking communicator when he got caught by that mans little pet. The pet. Heechul thought, realizing he or it was still in the room with him. He struggled to turn around, his beaten ribs screaming in protest, but he saw him. The "pet" was sitting patiently in a chair on the opposite wall staring down at his hands. Oh yeah, their was no doubt about it, this thing was way to pretty to be used for anything else but pleasure. His long slim frame, sinfully full rosy lips, platinum blond hair and big dark eyes. He was definitely a first class model.
"Hey!" Heechul called to him. It lifted his head slightly to look at him silently in response. It looked like this thing probably had no ghost, which means it was never human, just an AI.
"So your that bastard's whore?" Heechul looked at him with disgust on his face. The AI's expression didn't change. He just stared at Heechul with big innocent eyes. Eyes that looked like their was something deeper there, something darker, but he didn't question it.
"Don't you know how to use your mouth for anything else than sucking dick?" Heechul glared at him now, that look in his eyes were starting to piss him off greatly. But the AI still said nothing, just watching him. Heechul sighed, "Do you at least have a freaking name?" he asked a lot softer than he intended and then cursed himself for it. He didn't really care what the damn things name was. And he didn't give a damn if he answered him or not, he was just aggravated with him silently staring at him, as if he was better than him.
"Jaejoong." He heard the AI whisper rather softly. Heechul turned to look at him again.
"I said Jaejoong. You asked me my name. My name is Jaejoong." His voice was rather soft, but it had a certain manliness to it, a sort of authority.
"Oh, Jaejoong huh?" Heechul replied. "What, did your owner name you that?"
Heechul only asked out of spite. He knew things that weren't born human had to be named by their owners. He certainly wasn't stupid. There was a long silence before it-him-Jaejoong replied. "Isn't it manners for you to introduce your self after someone has introduced them self to you?" Heechul looked up at him quizzically, not sure if he was actually hearing him right. The he chuckled "Your smarter than you look," Heechul replied, "But do you actually care what my name is?"
"I suppose not." Jaejoong replied. For someone who's supposed to be and AI he certainly seemed like he had a mind of his own. He's heard of models like that being made, those who can think for themselves so their owners don't have to take care of them as much, but he's never seen on before. Jaejoong must have been hella expensive, and pretty rare too. Heechul looked back at him again, he was still staring at him. Heechul sighed again."The name is Heechul." He said turning his head away from Jaejoong once again. He didn’t really know why he told him his name, didn't even think of the consequences. For all he knew that man could left him in here to get information out of him, but Heechul didn't think too much of it, and for some reason he doubted that's what the other was up to.
"It's nice to meet you Heechul." Jaejoong replied. Heechul turned to him and gave him an awkward look.
"Is it really?" Heechul asked sarcastically.
"Isn't it?" Jaejoong replied innocently.
What is with this thing? It's sounds like he picked up all his information by watching The Brady Bunch or something.
"I don't think so." Heechul said trying to adjust his position on the floor to a somewhat more comfortable position, which was very difficult. His ribs were still semi-bruised from the beating earlier, he groaned in pain. This shit sucked, he had to get the hell out of here. He glanced back over at Jaejoong, who was now staring back down at his hands, actually looking rather sad. Sad? Heechul thought, Why the hell would he be sad? It couldn’t be because of what I said. He doesn’t have feelings for god sakes!
"Hey! What the hell's the matter with you?" Heechul called to him. Jaejoong looked up his eyes slightly widened with his lips parted as if he was surprised. "Nothing." He replied, but Heechul could tell it wasn't just nothing.
He's so fucking sensitive! Heechul thought and then sighed again. "Fine, fine, don't cry on me!" Heechul said, "I guess it's kind of nice to meet you too… I guess." It pained Heechul to say, he hated being such a fucking softy. But it seriously looked like Jaejoong was going to break down in tears any second, if that was even possible. This thing was just so odd.
Wait… I could probably use him to get the fuck out of here. Heechul realized. For someone who was a brilliant hacker, it certainly took him long enough to think of that. He looked back over at Jaejoong, who did look surprisingly more content than before and called him.
"Hey Jae. Since we introduced ourselves and said it was nice to meet each other, doesn’t that make us friends?" Heechul asked, unable to hide his "I'm a genius" smirk. Jaejoong looked at him and nodded, "I guess that makes sense." he said slowly, rather unsure of the whole thing.
"Well since we're friends, do you think you can help me out a bit here?" Heechul said gesturing to his back where his hands were bound together. "It's kind of tight." Jaejoong nodded slowly and then got up, Heechul couldn’t stop himself from smirking again at his genius. Jaejoong helped Heechul stand and then sat him on the bed as he untied what ever material he had around his wrists. "Thanks buddy." He smiled at Jaejoong as he rubbed his wrists, Jaejoong nodded. Heechul looked around the room, now he had to escape. The windows were obviously alarmed and locked, and it's not like he could casually stroll out the front door. He noticed a large computer screen on the wall, if he could hack into the mainframe he could probably disable the security alarm in this room, and try his luck out the window.
Heechul stood and approached the screen, immediately knowing what to do. First off checking the security camera's. No guards around the door, or the east gate. Heechul smirked, they were making this too easy. Who the hell did they think he was. He cracked his knuckles and went to work. The data streaming in front of his face, his fingers moving vigorously across the screen, his face contorted in concentration.
"Heechul?" Heechul heard his name being called softly almost seductively from the bed. "Just a minute Jae, kind of busy…GOT IT!" Heechul smiled. The alarms and locks on the window and the east gate had been disabled. Heechul walked to the window and pushed it open, taking one more glance around outside just to be safe.
"Heechul?" He was being called again, by that voice. He had almost forgot, Oh right, what am I going to do with him? Heechul thought. Jaejoong knew his name, and that was not good. Heechul finally turned to Jaejoong. He was sitting on the edge of the bed leaning back on his arms. His black silk shirt half un-buttoned and falling seductively off his left shoulder. He was staring up at Heechul with a questioning look on his face. Goddamn he's sexy.
"Are you leaving?" Jaejoong asked in a some-what sad and innocent tone, his wide eyes blinking up at Heechul from the bed. Heechul just stared at him for a moment. What the fuck was he going to do?
Heechul walked over to the bed standing tall over Jaejoong. "What's the matter Heechul?" Jaejoong asked, still staring up at him with those big questioning eyes. Heechul couldn’t take it as he leaned over and captured his lips in a fierce kiss.
Jaejoong didn’t fight against it, since it was basically his job. Heechul felt hands wrap around his middle pulling him down, on top of him. Hands roamed his body, up his back, moving cautiously over bruised ribs, as he ravished the other mans mouth. The kiss was demanding, full of teeth and tongue slick against tongue.
Heechul moved down his teeth scraped over the artificial muscle in his neck, and Jaejoong's breath stalled in his throat. Heechul laughed at him, or maybe at the both of them. He had no idea what he was doing, he could be caught any minute. But at this moment he was too far gone to give a shit. Heechul licked the shell of Jaejoong's ear. Warm breath tickled his hair and seemed to cling to his skin. Heechul ran his hands over Jaejoong's shoulders, down his chest, pausing on his belly. Jaejoong's abs were hard. Sliding his hand under Jaejoong's shirt, he could feel muscles under feverish artificial skin, feel the little metal piercing from his navel. He splayed his fingers across his stomach.
"Heechul…" Jaejoong moaned his name, and shuddered. God, did Heechul love that. He loved how Jaejoong just laid their letting him do whatever he wanted to him, and he knew Jaejoong would do what ever he wanted to him if he asked, because that’s what he was programmed to do.
What a fine piece of technology he was, Heechul thought to himself as rubbed himself against Jaejoong's hard body, him moaning and gripping Heechul's shoulder in response. One of a kind. As Heechul began to un-button the rest of Jaejoong's shirt, he happened to glance at the computer screen on the wall.
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, someone was coming up the south corridor. Which means they could be here in a matter of minutes. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Heechul yelled again, lifting himself off of the heat of Jaejoong's body. "What's wrong?" Jaejoong asked in a breathy overly sexy tone, as he stared up at him from the bed. Heechul looked down at him for a moment.
"Jaejoong, listen to me." Heechul said, his breath heavy. Jaejoong sat up slowly and nodded.
"I have to go now, but do me a favor. Don't tell anyone my name or where I went okay?" Heechul said rubbing Jaejoong's cheek softly. He was surprise when he felt him lean into his touch. "Can you do that for me Jae?" Heechul asked again. Jaejoong opened his eyes and looked at him with those sad wide eyes again, but he nodded slightly. Heechul smiled at him, "Thank you." He replied as he headed toward the open window.
He was only a couple of stories up, he could make the jump, but it would be a little rough with his injuries. As he sat at the edge of the windowsill preparing for his jump, he suddenly felt arms warp tightly around his middle, he slightly flinched at the pain. "Jae! What the hell are you doing?!" Heechul yelled, praying to god he wasn’t trying to stop him.
"Take me with you." He heard him whisper in his ear.
"Take me with you Heechul. I don't want to be here anymore."
Heechul didn’t have time to ponder on why an AI programmed for pleasure didn't want to be that anymore. He did even have time to ask why or say no. He just grabbed Jaejoong's arms. "You fucking idiot." He said as he leaped from the window and on to the grass. There they had to make a run for the gate which luckily wasn’t that far away. Hand in hand they ran as fast as they could until the hopped the gate together.
Jaejoong clung tight to Heechul's back they sped through the streets of the city on Heechul's motorbike. "No." Jaejoong said, only slightly loud enough to be heard over the roaring engine of the bike. "What the fuck are you talking about now?!" Heechul yelled. Jaejoong clung tighter Heechul. "You asked me earlier if my master named me Jaejoong… he didn't." Jaejoong paused a moment, Heechul was listening intently now. "I was born with the name Kim Jaejoong."
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