The Porcelain Treasure Conclusion

[onthethruway01]

Title: The Porcelain Treasure - Rising Sun
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: smut
rating: pg
length - chaptered fics
Summary: Junsu is a businessman that likes to collect exotic toys.

The morning light shone through the windows of Changmin’s penthouse suite; it illuminated the figures which slept upon the king size bed.  Junsu blinked; the warmth of the sun welcoming him.  He stretched; an arm reaching over to touch his companion.  Flinching , he came to his senses.

 

“Holy shit, it wasn’t a dream!”

 

He sat up and looked over at the naked man next to him.  His friend Changmin was sprawled across the covers.

 

“Changmin?”

 

The tall, lanky club owner yawned and sat up.  He smiled at Junsu; the other man blushing.

 

“What did we do last night?”

 

“What didn’t we do last night is the question.”

 

They smiled at each other, but their happiness was short lived when they realized something was amiss.

 

“Yoochun!”

 

The two men frantically searched for the doll.  They called his name, but got no answer.

 

A gentle breeze blew the curtains and Changmin felt fear rise in him.

 

“The balcony!”

 

They rushed through the sliding doors and stopped.  The doll stood by the edge; slender hands grasping the railing.

 

Changmin slowly walked over to the doll.  Had he come to witness the sunrise and freeze where he stood?  The club owner softly called out to the seemingly lifeless figure.

 

“Yoochun?”

 

Changmin gasped as the doll spoke.

 

“It’s beautiful.  The sun is beautiful.”

 

He turned and faced the two men; they were both crying.  A single tear fell from the doll’s delicate lashes.

 

“Look,” he breathed, “I’m a real boy; just like Pinocchio.” 

They all drew a sigh of relief, but then Junsu seemed worried.

 

“Oh my God, what do we do now?”

 

Yoochun looked puzzled.

 

“What do you mean?” Changmin asked.

 

They went inside the room and sat on the bed.

 

“He has no parents.  There are no papers, no birth certificates.  He’s real, but he has no identity.”

 

Changmin pondered; the doll sat next to him, a confused look on his face.

 

“I have friends,” Changmin remarked, “friends who can help.”

 

Junsu frowned.

 

“I suppose these friends are members of the government or something else.”

 

Changmin chuckled.

 

“Something else.”

 

Junsu was not amused.

 

“I don’t like dealing with thugs.  Let me pull some strings the ‘legal’ way if I can.  If I fail, we’ll do it your way.  Either way we are telling a lie about Yoochun’s origins, there’s no way anyone would believe the truth.  We’d all wind up in a mental ward.”

 

The two men nodded in agreement.  They looked at Yoochun who smiled cheerfully.

 

“Junsu?  Changmin?  There is something I need to do….”

 

 

 

The door to the emporium opened up, the little bells jingling.  Jae came to greet his client.  He looked up and froze in fear.

 

“Hello Jae,” the young man said in his raspy voice. 

 

Jae was petrified.

 

“Yoochun.”

 

Yunho came from the back. He stopped in his tracks.  The creepy doll had come to life and was standing in front of him.

 

“It’s ok, see.  Junsu brought me to life, just like Pinocchio! “

 

Jae felt queasy.  He stepped back and sat down in a chair.  Yunho rushed to his side.

 

“Hello Yunho!”

 

Jae’s lover smiled nervously; he blushed remembering how he had touched Yoochun’s private parts.

 

“Well, I’ve got to go.  Junsu is waiting for me.  We’ve got to go back to Changmin’s place.  I’ll come visit soon, ok ?”

 

He walked out of the store almost skipping as if he were a child.

 

Jae looked at Yunho and whispered.

 

“Yunho, Yoochun has made me horny…”

 

 

Junsu’s limo drove up to Changmin’s club.

 

“Go on up now, I’ve got some business to take care of.  Run along and be good.”

 

“Can’t I go with you?”

 

“Not now.  This is serious stuff.  Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.”

 

Junsu gave Yoochun a peck on the cheek; the former doll blushing.

 

He ran up to Changmin’s suite and burst open the door.

 

“Changmin!”

 

The club owner had just taken a shower.  He sat on the edge of his bed, a towel wrapped around his waist.

 

“So Yoochun, I’m to babysit you today.  What shall we do?”

 

Yoochun rushed to the bed.  He jumped on Changmin and pressed his former owner on to the covers.

 

Narrowing his eyes, he spoke seductively.

 

“Let’s fuck….”