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Title: Runner, chapter 12: Prayers

Author: onthethruway01

Pairings: ot5

Rating: pg

Length: chaptered

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst


Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true

A/N: Didn’t get much sleep this weekend; Scott had some asthma problems and I had to get him some medicine at 4 in the morning.  I am back to working full time, and will probably update Runner on the weekends when I won’t be too pooped.  Just an fyi, I just watched the most recent Batman movie for the first time, so I’m feeling a bit dramatic.


Changmin stood in the rubble of the enemy bunker.  The rebels had managed to rescue their own in the nick of time, leaving behind scattered bits and pieces of arms and ammunition.  It was a small victory, nonetheless, one that the young political officer hoped would make his career.

As his men scoured the wreckage, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.  It was blue, cylindrical, and made of plastic.  His first instinct was to back away; the rebels were known for their booby traps.  But the object was familiar; recognizable.  This was no bomb.  Despite his better judgment, the young political officer bent down and picked up the object in his gloved hand.

His breath hitched in his throat.

He held the plastic, disk shaped object in his tremblings hands; the initials YC written in indelible ink.  He swallowed hard and mumbled under his breath.

“Yoochun…”


A crowd had gathered outside the infirmary.  The general stood, body shaking as he looked around him.  Jaejoong leaned against a wall, cigarette dangling from his lips.   The general could see that he was crying. Jaybom was there as well; even “the gnome” had tears in his eyes.  The Chinese operatives had come too; they paced nervously across the floor.

The general got a hold of himself, straightened up his uniform and entered the room.  

“Sir,” Junsu beckoned him; “only a few minutes.”

The general nodded; he tried not to let his emotions get the better of him as he approached the cot; his best runner wounded; his body trembling; hooked up to IV’s; an oxygen tube in his nose. The general sat down next to the bed and tried to calm his nerves.  The runner turned to look at him; face pale and sweating.  Slender fingers reached out to the general; the older man gently grasping his hand.

Yoochun swallowed hard and despite his pain, he spoke in a low whisper.

“I’m sorry, father.”

The general sighed deeply.

“I forgive you, my son.”

They stared at each other; both men shedding tears.  Yoochun winced in pain and Junsu interrupted their moment.

“I’m sorry sir, you’ll have to go now.”

The general reluctantly let go of his son’s hand and walked out of the infirmary.  He stopped and looked at his men who were obviously distraught.

“Gentleman,” he spoke sternly; they snapped to attention as they recognized the seriousness of his tone.

“We have work to do.”

They followed him to his headquarters; the lonely medic glancing back at the doctor.  Junsu nodded his head as if to say “it’s ok.”  Jae put out his cigarette and trotted after Jaybom and the Chinese boys.  The general was not one to let this defeat go unpunished.  Even the medic would do his part to reclaim the lost bunker.

A moan caught Junsu’s attention.

“It’s ok Chunnie; I’ll increase the morphine.”

The runner’s eyes fluttered closed; breathing labored; his hands gripped the sheet as another sharp pain ripped through him.

Junsu busied himself getting more morphine; he didn’t notice someone else standing in the door.  He gathered what he needed and headed back to help his friend.  He was stopped cold in his tracks as the newcomer slowly walked to the injured runner.

It was her.

Junsu watched; paralyzed as the girl sat by Yoochun’s bedside.  Junsu held back his own tears as she leaned in and kissed the runner’s brow.

“Dara,” the wounded runner whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Shh,” she hushed him as she brushed his dampened bangs away from his eyes.

“I’ll take care of you now.”

Dara smiled at Junsu who bit his lower lip.  He snapped back to reality and and hooked up the morphine to the IV.  Dara took him aside when he was finished.

“How bad is it?” she asked.

Junsu made sure they were out of earshot of Yoochun.  

“Are you religious, Dara?” he asked her.

She shook her head.

“You might want to rethink that.  Now is the time to pray.”

He walked away from her and continued his work; Dara looking on; her arms wrapped around her body.

“Please God,” she prayed; please.”


Changmin walked into Yunho’s room.  The wounded flier seemed to be moving a bit better.  The new medicine coupled with physical therapy was helping, but there was no hope of him ever flying again; the damage was done.

“Min, what news from the front?  I heard we took the eastern bunker.  Did you bring find anything useful?”

The political officer pulled an object from his pocket.

“I found this,” he told the older man.

Yunho outstretched his hand and Changmin placed the object in his palm.

Suddenly his spirits faltered as his eyes focused on the initials.

“He’s the runner,” Changmin spoke, his voice surprisingly calm.  “Jae was with him.”

Yunho’s hand gripped the back of his chair to keep from falling.

“Are you certain?”

The younger man nodded.

“They are soul mates; they are inseparable.”

Yunho eased himself into his chair and propped his leg up.

“Are they dead?”

Changmin poured himself and his friend a drink.

“I don’t know hyung, I don’t know.”  


It was eerily quiet that night; Changmin and Yunho drank their fill; their victory celebration short lived. They imbibed Yunho’s wine until they both slipped away into unconsciousness.

The general and his staff worked endlessly through the wee hours on a plan to recapture what they lost.  The Chinese agents set out on their recon missions while Jaybom and the remaining runners armed themselves; this time with more than their wits.  The handsome and soft spoken medic rallied the troops; he took the role of morale officer; he was a hero after all; he and the infamous runner who rescued the men trapped in the eastern bunker.  “For Yoochun” became their battle cry, as they readied themselves for the next battle.

Dara donned the garb of a nurse; never leaving her lover’s side she assisted Junsu in the infirmary.  While the doctor and his nurse weren’t looking, curious onlookers slipped into Yoochun’s room.

A young soldier with his arm in a sling walked up to Yoochun’s bed, along with another man on crutches.  They whispered to each other.

“I heard he took out ten guys by himself.”

Noises could be heard from the outside; chanting and cheers of some kind.

“Hey,” Yoochun spoke in a low whisper; his breath raspy and shallow.  “What’s going on?”

The soldier on crutches limped over to him.

“They’re calling your name.  You’re a hero.”

Junsu and Dara came back; they gave the two men a stern look.  They hobbled off, not wanting to get on Junsu’s bad side.

“Get some rest, Yoochun, that’s an order,” Junsu chastised him.  Dara suppressed a giggle.

“They think I’m some sort of hero,” he gasped; a coughing spasm startling Dara.

She smiled at him and pressed a damp cloth to his fevered brow.

He smiled at her; eyelids fluttering; slow and slurred words stuttering before he passed out.

“Stupid fucks.”


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Title: Runner, Chapter 10: Shaken

Author: onthethruway01

Genre: friendship, angst, war, AU

Rating:pg-13

pairings: JYJ, TVXQ

Length: chapter 10 of ?

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst

Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.



"I think it's time for you to live up to your nickname, Hero." )
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Title: Runner: Chapter 8, Close your eyes and sleep

Author: onthethruway01

Length: chaptered

Rating: pg-13

Pairings: hints of Jaechun, Yunjae

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst

A/N: AAAANNNNNGGGGSSSSSTTTT!!!!!! and just a teeny bit of smut ‘cause I felt like it.


Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.



“I’m sorry. Please; I’m so sorry." )

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Title: Runner: Chapter 7, No time for heroes

Author: onthethruway01

Length: chaptered

Rating: pg

Pairings: ?

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst

A/N: very short chapter


Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.



Killing was killing. )

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Title: Runner: Chapter 6, The price of freedom

Author: onthethruway01

Length: chaptered

Rating: This chapter, pg-13 for language, violence

Pairings: This chapter Yoochun x female oc and a surprise!

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst

Warning: character death


Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.



“Thanks for the tip sir,”  )

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Title: Runner: Chapter 5, Angel

Author: onthethruway01

Length: chaptered

Rating: This chapter, rated pg-13 for het

Pairings: This chapter Junsu x female oc

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst


A/N: this chapter dedicated to Sierra


Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.



"You don't belong here." )
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Title: Runner: Chapter Four,  Duty

Author: onthethruway01

Length: chaptered

Rating: This chapter, rated pg

Pairings: DBSK, all 5

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst


Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.




"I want that job." )
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Title: P.R.O.U.D. From the Depths of Hell Chapter 12,  Penance

Author: onthethruway01

Genre:  het, horror, angst, fantasy

Pairing:  Yoochun x female oc

Length 12 of ?

Rating: PG-13 for serious angst


A/N: This is a retelling of P.R.O.U.D; mostly from the perspective of Lilith, the half-angel, half-demon child of Satan and her pursuit of Yoochun, the pit fiend who fights as a gladiator in the arena. If you are new to my fics, you need to read the original P.R.O.U.D. ; it’s under my master fic list.  I have taken a few liberties with the retelling of the story.


Warning: serious angst




"I am free." )
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Title: Runner: Chapter Three,  Tattered

Author: onthethruway01

Length: chaptered

Rating: This chapter, rated PG

Pairings: DBSK, all 5

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst


Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.



He was tired; so very tired. )

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Title: Runner: Chapter two,  All good men must go to war

Author: onthethruway01

Length: chaptered

Rating: This chapter, rated PG-13

Pairings: DBSK, all 5

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst


Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.


A/N: Dedicated to Doshi.



It took one to know one. )

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Title: Runner: Chapter One, Childhood Dreams

Author: onthethruway01

Length: chaptered

Rating: This chapter, rated PG

Pairings: DBSK, all 5

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst


Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.


A/N: there will be no smut in this fic; strictly a friendship story with lots of angst



"You dog." )
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Title: P.R.O.U.D. From the Depths of Hell Chapter 10, The ties that bind

Author: onthethruway01

Genre: This chapter:  het, horror, angst, fantasy

Pairing:  Yoochun x female oc

Length 10 of ?

Rating: pg for mild gore, angst


A/N: This is a retelling of P.R.O.U.D; mostly from the perspective of Lilith, the half-angel, half-demon child of Satan and her pursuit of Yoochun, the pit fiend who fights as a gladiator in the arena. If you are new to my fics, you need to read the original P.R.O.U.D. ; it’s under my master fic list.  I have taken a few liberties with the retelling of the story.


Summary: Yoochun has defied Satan; now he must pay the price.



"You're mad!" )
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Title: P.R.O.U.D. From the Depths of Hell Chapter 9, The Tears of Heaven

Author: onthethruway01

Genre: This chapter:  yaoi, horror, angst, fantasy

Pairing:  This chapter: Yoosu

Length 9 of ? par t 2

Rating: NC-17




That night not a cloud appeared in the sky.  A young angel stood at his post, his figure illuminated by the brightness of the moon.

He was blissfully unaware that he was being watched; watched by a creature with the eyesight of a hawk.   Across the chasm that lead to the borderlands, the demon Yoochun spied the solitary angel.  Derelict in his duties, the sleepy angel leaned against a post; boredom taking it’s toll.  Why was he here?  Demons wouldn’t dare attack Heaven.  But all was not right.  He didn’t sense it, not at first; he went about his business pacing back and forth, spear in hand, ready to sound the alarm should their realm be invaded.


The demon smiled.


“He hasn’t seen me,” he told himself as he dared to take a peak.


He swallowed hard as he gazed upon the young angel.  He was beautiful, like the poor creature who he had seen as a child.  He had a jovial face framed by long blonde locks.


More nights and days passed as the pit fiend studied his prey. Days turned to weeks as the demon found himself observing the creature; memorizing every feature, every curve.  The angel seemed sturdy, almost plump.  The more Yoochun watched him, the more he began to feel uncomfortable.


“Angels are powerful,” he remembered Toad telling him once.

“They have the power to steal one’s soul.”


The demon’s mind raced.  Weakened by hunger and cold, he thought about flying home.  How could he capture an angel if he was starving?


Every night the angel sang, interrupting the demon’s thoughts; his sweet voice filling the demon’s ears, driving him mad.  Yoochun trembled as the creature stretched its neck.  The demon quivered as his eyes made out the line of the angel’s jugular vein;  he could almost sense the pulsing of blood within it.


Instinctively, he licked his lips; he had heard tales of how delicious angel blood was; in his fevered, weakened state he imagined sliding his fangs into the angel’s neck and feasting upon the warm liquid; he envisioned it filling his mouth and dripping down the back of his throat.


Yoochun groaned as his thoughts ran away from him; the imagined pleasure of devouring his foe sending sensations throughout his body.  He lost control; falling into a trance, the demon grew hard and heavy between his legs.  His wings spread as he staggered back against the cliff face; he came, and came hard; seed spilling upon the ground.  Fangs bit his lower lip in a failed attempt to silence his screams.  They broke the skin, but also broke the silence of the night.  His lust betrayed him; for he was not the only creature with the eyes and ears of a hawk...


He had seen something; heard something; what was it?  A whisper perhaps?  A voice in the night?  It sounded like a voice.  There, on the edge of their realm.  He heard it, and for a moment, he thought he saw something; a silhouette; a shadow; a ghostly spectre on the horizon.


He shivered.


The angel knew what he saw, but no one would believe him.  The shadowy figure could be only one thing; a demon!


They were bold and daring, but none of them had ever ventured this close.  The angel had thought about bringing his suspicions to the Great Council, but he hesitated.  They had laughed at others in the past who had suggested the demons were encroaching upon the high peaks.  He was young, a novice; what chance did he have of convincing them that they were being spied upon?


Deeds would win their favor, not words.  He would investigate this sighting himself.  He would capture the foul beast and bring him to justice.  With spear in hand, he abandoned his post; spreading his magnificent plumed wings, he took a deep breath and flew into the air; soaring high; his blonde locks flowing in the wind.


He drifted across the great chasm determined to verify what he saw and perhaps gain the confidence of the Great Council; something that he desperately wished for.


The angel nearly gasped as his suspicions were confirmed.  There, below on a craggy rock, a demon stood beside a lonely tree.  The angel dared to land;  foolish, foolish creature; his curious nature clouding his judgment. Aware of his presence, the demon, now recovered from the throes of rapture, smiled wickedly as he spread his ominous wings.


“What is that I smell?” a deep and raspy voice growled as the creature moved forward.


The angel staggered backwards, almost falling off the cliff; loose bits of rock and stone tumbling downward.


The demon sniffed the air, mocking the actions of an animal.  His clawed feet scraped into the ground; head held up high; he called out into the night like a primal beast, catching the young angel off guard.


“Did I frighten you, angel?”


The angel stood his ground despite his fear.


“I’m not frightened,” he lied.


The demon laughed.


“You smell of fear angel; it’s an odor I am quite familiar with.”


The young angel swallowed hard.  He narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.


“And what is that I smell?  There is a faint hint of angel that surrounds you.  Could it be the lock of hair on your belt?”


The angel pointed a slender finger at the braid of Lilith’s hair.


Yoochun scowled.


“I smell a half-breed female on your skin.  Your mate perhaps?”


The angel inhaled deeply.  There was another scent upon the air.  The angel wrinkled his nose.


The demon reeked of semen.


“Foul creature, why have you come to this place?  Get thee hence.  Return to the abyss or face the wrath of Heaven.”


A spear was thrust towards him, the demon easily grasping it; but the angel lost his footing and slipped; both beings falling off the cliff together; the two enemies still holding on to the spear.  Their bodies spiralled downward, crashing against the mountain side until they hit solid ground.  Bruised and battered, they attempted to crawl away from each other.  The angel reached for his spear but it was no use; broken by the fall, it had shattered into pieces.


“You are defenseless,” the demon sneered as he wiped blood from his nose.  You’ve made a critical error.  You are on my territory now.  It is you who must face the wrath of Hell.”


The demon lunged forward, fangs penetrating the angels skin; the creature struggled but soon grew weak and could no longer resist.  Yoochun’s senses flooded as the angelic blood trickled down his throat. Intoxicating at first, it was like nothing he could have imagined.  He became greedy, and soon forgot about his orders to bring the angel to his lord and master.  He opened his eyes and watched as the angel shed bitter tears.  Sensing the creatures end, he stopped and retracted his fangs.  The angel slumped and lay still; only the slow rise and fall of his chest signalled that he still clung to life.  The demon; his head swimming and vision blurred, watched his victim through narrowed eyes.  Breathing hard, head pounding, the demon fell to his knees and tried to block out the pain that suddenly attacked him.


He had tasted too much.


It sent a shockwave through every fiber of his being. This was not how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to nurture him; empower him.  But this blood; this angelic life essence was tearing him apart. He leaned forward and heaved, bringing up the poisonous liquid.


“Fuck,” he moaned, as waves of nausea overtook him.


Unable to weather the storm inside his body, the demon collapsed; falling into unconsciousness next to the hapless angel.


Time passed; moments, minutes, hours; perhaps even days; they could not tell.  Too weak to  fight, the two enemies sat mere inches from each other on a narrow precipice.


Bodies bruised and broken, the demon was the first to speak.


“Your blood has poisoned me,” he spat; the angel managing to crack a smile.


“You should not have tasted it; your greed will be your undoing, fiend.”


The demon cackled.


“And your foolishness will be yours.”


The demon coughed up more blood.  He stared into the angel’s eyes and felt his body flush.  He groaned as he felt a stirring in his loins.


“Curse all angels,” he cried as another spasm shook his slender frame.


He managed to stand up; back against the cliff face.  The angel stared in disbelief as the demon grew hard.


“Filthy animal, why are you aroused?”


The demon laughed despite his pain.


“Don’t you know?  For days I’ve watched you, studied you; memorized every movement, every inch of you.  It’s what I do; I fight in the pits.  I look, listen and learn.  I know everything about you;  your eating habits, your sleeping patterns; the sound of your breathing and the beating of your heart.  Now your poisonous blood has infected me.  It is a disease that can only be cured by you.  You have fuelled the fire within me.  Your blood is pure magic; sorcery.  You call us evil?  You are the filthy ones.  You have perverted me.  My lust for your blood has turned to desire for you.  I must have you; now and forever you will be mine.”


The angel’s pulse raced as the creature approached him.


A set of full and swollen lips crushed against the angel’s mouth; the celestial being shuddering; he cursed himself as he succumbed to the demon’s madness; an unexpected wave of pleasure overtaking his body.

“Do not resist me,” a deep and raspy voice filled his head.  “You are mine.”

The angel wept as the demon before him toyed with his emotions; clawed, yet surprisingly gentle fingers traced rivulets across his skin.  He was afraid and yet a part of him burned and ached for more.

The demon’s lust, fuelled by the magic of his blood was too much for the young angel; his innocence and purity was now threatened by a sudden inexplicable desire to be loved. The foul creature was possessed; and the angel was not just a prisoner of a deadly foe, but a foe who wanted something he dare not speak of; sex.

The demon’s tongue explored the warmth of the angel’s mouth; the celestial being forgetting who he was; his mind clouded; body responding in ways he did not comprehend.

“You are my enemy,” the angel gasped as the demon released him from the fiery kiss.

Breathless, the angel stared at the animal before him.


Caught off guard by the demon’s advances, the angel finally took a long, hard look at his would be seducer.

He was taller and older, but not by much.  Slender and pale, the demon’s facial features were almost too pretty; small, twisted horns peeked through dark silken hair which fell across broad shoulders; bat-like wings protruding from his back.

The angel trembled as the demon licked his cherry red lips; lips that tasted like melted sin.

"It doesn’t have to be that way,” the demon whispered in his ear.

The angel closed his eyes; the demon’s hot breath against his neck making his pulse race.  Hands roamed across his chest and belly; he gasped as the demon touched him there.

“It is forbidden,” the angel scolded, temporarily in control of his senses.

The demon chuckled as he continued to caress the angel’s sensitive flesh.


“Do you see what you have done to me.  You driven me mad, and I don’t even know your name.”


The angel swallowed hard.


“It’s Junsu,” he answered, his skin prickling as the demon leaned closer and whispered in his ear.


“I am called Yoochun.  Come with me,” the dark creature entreated his prey; the angel trying not to stare at the demon’s length, still hard and heavy between his legs.

“Go where?  To Hell?  You would see me cast down to satisfy your carnal lust?”

The demon glared at the angel; the celestial being avoiding his gaze lest he be lost in the depths of the creature’s intoxicating eyes.

“Let me love you,” the demon spoke, his voice smooth like silk.

The angel shook his head.

“No.  I will burn in Hell.”

The demon smiled; the angel frightened at the site of sharpened fangs still dripping with his blood..

“Then I shall burn with you for you are my hearts desire.”


The angel pointed to the lock of hair still tied to Yoochun’s belt.


“And your mate?”


The demon looked at his “trophy”; slender digits stroking the braid.


“Lilith.”


The angel staggered back in horror as he recognized the female’s name.  Yoochun’s lover was Satan’s bastard.


“She will accept you,” the demon spoke confidently.


At that moment he knew that the demon had completely lost his mind.

Yoochun reached out and touched the angel’s downy wings.

“How dare you touch me. You are heartless and have no soul.”

The demon chortled; his laughter echoing in the night.

“But you are wrong, my love,” the demon mocked him.  Soulless I may be. But I do have a heart.”

A clawed hand grabbed his wrist; the angel flinched as his palm was placed to lie flat upon the demon’s chest.

“Do you feel my heart?” the demon asked the angel, his fangs scraping gently across the angel’s throat.

“It’s pounding,” the angel answered, his voice low and soft.

“Do you like the way it feels?  Does it make your own heart race?”

The angel shook his head.

“I can hear it.  I can hear your heart.  It’s beating as fast as mine.”

“I am afraid,” the angel admitted.  “I want to go home.  Please let me go home.”

Rage was building up inside the demon’s body.

“Tell me that you want me.  Tell me that you will love me forever.  Give yourself to me.”

The angel stood his ground; white wings fully extended and ready to whisk him away to safety.

“I am leaving now,” he told the demon.  “Do not follow me.”

The demon growled in defiance.

“You will not leave me.”

The animal grabbed the angel, bee-stung lips engulfing his mouth.  Plunging deep inside, the angel moaned as he tasted the warmth of the demon’s tongue.  Like nectar from a flower, the kiss felt like warm, sticky honey.  The angel wept as he grew limp; the demon’s strong arms surrounding him.  His vision blurred; head slumping against the demons chest.  He found himself upon the cold ground; legs spread; his body giving in to gentle touches and teases.

“Please,” he cried.  “Please let me go.”

Pain gripped him as the demon took his innocence; great bat wings looming over him, casting an eerie shadow in the moonlight.

The angel cursed himself as the pain turned to pleasure; his back arched as the demon speared him; incomprehensible sounds escaping his lips with every thrust.  The angel was lost as he finally succumbed to the demon’s sexual prowess; his length now fully erect and throbbing.

The agony was overshadowed by the ecstasy; the demon’s wide girth stretching him; delving deep inside his body.  The angel came hard, his cries of anguish driving the demon mad.  The dark creature bucked forward and spilled; his face contorted; wings vibrating; head shaking violently from side to side.  He growled like an animal; a beast from the depths of Hell.

The heaven’s opened up; rain pouring down to wash away the stench of sweat and semen; but it could not cleanse the angel of his sin.  He was lost forever; he could never go back.

“I hate you,” the angel lashed out at the animal that had destroyed his purity.

They sat in the darkness; the angel’s tears mingling with the pouring rain.

“You must come with me now,” the demon told him.  “You have no choice.  You can never go back.”

The angel scowled at him.

“I’d rather die.”

The angel ran to the edge of the cliff, the demon scrambling after.

“Don’t be a fool.”

The angel smirked at the demon; the animal extending a clawed hand.

“Come with me,” he purred.  “Take my hand.  Love me forever.”

A silent “no” escaped the angel’s lips as he flung himself off the cliff, the demon screaming his name at the top of his lungs; the agonizing sound echoing off the mountain top, shattering the silence of the night.

“Junsu!”

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Title: P.R.O.U.D. From the depths of Hell chapter 8 - Proposition

Author: onthethruway01

Genre: het, horror, angst, fantasy

Length 8 of ?

Rating: G


Special Note: Still a bit depressed and in a slump; I’ve been spending most of my time on tumblr and drawing art.


A/N: This is a retelling of P.R.O.U.D; mostly from the perspective of Lilith, the half-angel, half-demon child of Satan and her pursuit of Yoochun, the pit fiend who fights as a gladiator in the arena. If you are new to my fics, you need to read the original P.R.O.U.D. ; it’s under my master fic list.


Summary: A short chapter. The pit fiend comes to Satan’s court; the Devil has a proposition.



"spies are living among us" )

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