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Seonghwa is dressed all in black, as always. The ends of his midnight black curls just barely touch his shoulders, falling gracefully around his sharp face. His coat has a high collar that flares wide enough to reveal the delicate black lace he has wrapped around his long, slender neck.
Hongjoong studies him. Seonghwa’s side profile is a work of art, but his neck calls out like an unfinished canvas. Hongjoong could fill that blank space. He could slide his fingers under that choker, between lace and skin, pull until it’s taut against his throat. He could squeeze that neck until it’s imprinted with the outlines of his fingers, a lock that fits only his hand. Sink his teeth into that column, until it’s mapped all over in shades of red and purple, a sharp contrast to his flawless face.
“Your Majesty?”
Hongjoong is brought back to the present. The aged lord who drew his attention is waiting for a response of some kind.
“Repeat,” Hongjoong says flatly.
The lord sputters. “It—I—the court was discussing the—the bandits that have been attacking our shipbuilding supply lines in the northeast.”
“Yes,” Hongjoong says. “I decided I would send out a company of my soldiers within the month to flush out the bastards. Why are we still talking about this?”
The man quails under the king’s gaze. When Hongjoong decides something, that’s the end of the conversation.
“We have our own soldiers there, Your Majesty.”
Hongjoong shifts his gaze to the new speaker.
“There is no need to send your own men out from the capital,” Jeong Yunho says. “Let me send a message to Lord Kim Moonhwan, he has a garrison by the main thoroughfare that can do the job.”
“He’s done quite a job so far,” Hongjoong says coldly. “A more cynical man might think he’s conspiring with these criminals.”
“Lord Moonhwan is a loyal man,” Yunho says.
“To whom?” Hongjoong’s voice is ice.
The other lords are trembling, but Yunho refuses to back down. “To the crown.”
Hongjoong’s nails scrape against the metal of his throne. “And not to his king?”
“My king.”
Seonghwa’s soft voice cuts through the tense air. Hongjoong tears his eyes off Yunho to look at him.
“I think you can send your men to work with the existing garrison,” the Lord Advisor says. “Lord Yunho can send a message ahead letting Lord Moonhwan know about the honor he’ll receive. Not every backwater town can say they’ve hosted the king’s own soldiers.”
“Lord Yunho is free to do whatever he wants,” Hongjoong says. “My soldiers are going, and one of my captains will be in charge.”
Seonghwa smiles, and Hongjoong doesn’t want to discuss the topic anymore. “Next,” he barks, and the scribe jumps and fumbles with his papers.
The court session continues, but Hongjoong’s mood is soured. Jeong Yunho. The man is not open about it, but Hongjoong knows he despises him. There were rumors that Yunho was one of the old king’s favorites among potential suitors for the younger princess. Of course, that had ended when the girl died in her sleep, and then the king followed soon after.
There’s no evidence Hongjoong was behind it, or any of the nine royal deaths that surrounded the king’s own, and there never will be. It’s one of the terms of the contract he signed with Seonghwa.
A soul for a kingdom. A demon by his side as long as he lived.
Hongjoong is the tyrant king, but Seonghwa is the true terror of the land—the all-seeing devil, the maker of shadows, the demon that devours one human sacrifice a month. And since Seonghwa suddenly reappeared over half a year ago carrying the heir to the kingdom, his reputation has only grown.
It’s all whispers, just rumors and stories, but Yunho might be listening. Hongjoong should have had him killed when he first took the throne. He regrets letting Seonghwa talk him out of it.
He knows the argument. The north is rebellious, constantly fighting each other and even the crown, but all the stubborn northern lords are loyal to Yunho. The north is also useful—lots of forest woodland that provides the best timber for ships—and Yunho keeps a base level of peace. Better to keep hold of a sack of rats no matter how they scratch and bite than let the vermin scatter across the floor.
Seonghwa’s title as Lord Advisor is just that—a title—but he’s sharp.
Hongjoong’s advisor, his weapon, his vicious, bloodthirsty demon from the depths of hell. His own.
The king’s hands itch to rest on that skin again. Explore every inch of that body, mark it with nails and teeth, brand it with Hongjoong’s seal. Hongjoong wants him.
The court session finally ends. Seonghwa bows to Hongjoong and glides out of the room, the picture of easy, powerful elegance. Hongjoong watches him go in silence.
The king retires to his chambers. It’s been over half a year since Seonghwa reappeared as suddenly as he’d disappeared nine months before. Over half a year that Hongjoong has had to live with the dark, pulsing want simmering under his skin. Seonghwa gave him a taste of what he has to offer, and now Hongjoong craves more.
It’s past sunset when the demon comes to see the king.
“My king,” Seonghwa says with a low bow. From him the gesture feels mocking.
Hongjoong dismisses all his servants. “What do you want?” he asks when they’re alone.
“What do you want, my king?” Seonghwa smiles lightly. “Something we must hide from other eyes?”
Hongjoong grits his teeth. It’s all a game to Seonghwa, and the demon always wins.
“Have you thought about the bandit issue?” Seonghwa asks.
Hongjoong’s patience for the conversation drops to zero. “There’s nothing to think about,” he says. “I’m sending Song Mingi and his company.”
“It would help maintain the peace if Yunho spoke to Kim Moonhwan,” Seonghwa says. “A peaceful country is easier to control.”
“I know that,” Hongjoong says irritably. He’s been king for eight years, he’s not a fool. The last thing he needs is unrest in the north right before his campaign to conquer the islands in the eastern sea. “He’ll never do it. Jeong Yunho hates me.”
“I can convince him,” Seonghwa says.
“He doesn’t have enough fear in him for that,” Hongjoong says.
“There are other ways to convince, not only fear.”
Hongjoong pauses. “What do you mean?”
“Lord Yunho isn’t made of stone,” Seonghwa says, voice light. “You’re not the only one watching me at court, my king.”
Hongjoong has to fight to keep calm. “He would never bend,” he says. “Not his principles. Not just for the chance to bed you.”
“Humans are interesting creatures,” Seonghwa says. “They give up so much for so little. You gave me ownership of your immortal soul, and for what? A few decades of sitting in a hard chair with a crown on your head.”
Hongjoong clenches his jaw shut. Arguing now would be letting Seonghwa win.
“Yunho isn’t morally opposed to your plan,” Seonghwa continues. “He loses nothing by agreeing.”
“Then it’s not worth exchanging your body for,” Hongjoong says.
Seonghwa smiles. “I didn’t know my king placed so much worth on my body.”
A game, that’s all it is, and Seonghwa’s running circles around Hongjoong. The demon knows what he wants, and now he’s pushing pins in him by giving it to someone else.
Hongjoong hates losing. He hates sharing. He wants to grab Seonghwa and strip him naked, fuck him until he’s begging and moaning Hongjoong’s name. The need is so strong it’s burning him from the inside out.
“Do whatever the fuck you want,” he spits. “If you want to fuck that bastard so badly, go ahead.”
“It’s not about what I want,” Seonghwa says. “Everything I do is for you.”
Hongjoong barks out a laugh. Now that’s a joke.
Seonghwa moves forward, until he’s right in front of him, so close that the faint perfume on his throat touches Hongjoong’s nose. “I am nothing but your loyal servant,” the demon says.
A servant refusing his master’s desires. Playing dumb, toying with him. Trying to make him beg.
But Hongjoong is king, and he does not beg. “Leave,” he says.
An amused smile flitters over Seonghwa’s face. Then he steps back and bows.
He leaves Hongjoong alone with hate and desire burning in his gut.
The frustration Seonghwa stokes in Hongjoong sticks to him like a rash. No matter what he does, nothing can scratch that itch.
Wooyoung sucks kisses into the side of Hongjoong’s neck, slow and lazy. There’s no real heat there, most of it fucked out of him already, but it’s ready to be ignited if the king wants.
“You’re still tense,” Wooyoung says, face buried in Hongjoong’s neck, hand sliding over his bare chest. “What’s bothering you, Your Majesty?”
“Know your place,” Hongjoong says. “I don’t keep you around to make assumptions.”
Wooyoung makes a little pouting sound and bites Hongjoong’s earlobe, but he isn’t put off. The king is too lenient with his favorite whore, and they both know it.
Wooyoung is the outlet Hongjoong can usually find release in, but this time even he’s not enough. The courtesan is sensual and willing and exquisitely skilled, but he’s not what Hongjoong wants now.
“I heard the Lord Advisor left the palace earlier tonight,” Wooyoung says.
“What business is it to a whore, my Lord Advisor’s comings and goings?” Hongjoong’s tone is harsh.
“Your pleasure is my business,” Wooyoung says. He sits up, sheets slipping off his body, and moves to straddle Hongjoong over his hips. “I’m sure Lord Seonghwa wouldn’t mind joining us one night.”
Hongjoong glares up at him. “What?”
“I’ve heard stories,” Wooyoung says, tracing circles on Hongjoong’s chest with a finger. “He’s not cold-blooded, I know what he does with his favorite servants. He would be interested. I can talk to him. Maybe one of his servants could join us too for a bit of extra fun.”
“And why would you think I would be interested?” Hongjoong asks coldly.
“I told you, I’ve heard stories,” Wooyoung says, smiling mischievously. “I hear everything.”
Then everyone knows. They know Seonghwa has Hongjoong in his grip, they know the king is powerless against the demon. Hongjoong is someone that can be refused, denied. Disobeyed.
“Your Majesty?” There’s an edge of fear in Wooyoung’s voice.
“Get out,” Hongjoong says.
Wooyoung scrambles to get off Hongjoong. Less than a minute later he’s dressed and leaving. He knows better than to say anything before he goes, slipping out in silence.
The room is quiet with the courtesan gone, but the fury bubbling in Hongjoong’s chest is loud enough to fill his ears. He sits up, too agitated to lay down. He needs to find Seonghwa. He needs to put his hands on him and show him who’s truly the master.
As if the demon heard him, one of his shadows emerges from the wall.
Hongjoong isn’t scared. He’s seen the things many times over in the eight years since the contract started. But it’s unusual to see one without Seonghwa present. The freakish things usually communicate with him, whispering secrets in silence only he understands.
But this one approaches Hongjoong. It’s a large shapeless mass of black, edges blurred like gray mist. It stops right in front of Hongjoong, gliding into the bed. Hongjoong waits for a message, but it doesn’t say anything. He’s too irritated to be patient. He tries to grab the shadow.
As soon as Hongjoong’s fingers touch it, he’s transported out of his room.
He’s in a room he’s never seen before. The first thing he notices is Seonghwa, standing in front of him. He’s talking to Yunho.
Hongjoong tries to walk towards them, but he can’t. He can’t move at all. Neither of them look at him or seem to notice he’s there. It takes him a second, and then he realizes what’s happening. He’s seeing through one of Seonghwa’s shadows. Seonghwa uses them as invisible spies, and can see and listen through any of them whenever he wants. This time he’s letting Hongjoong do the same.
Hongjoong isn’t displeased. Like this he gets to listen in on their conversation, know the deal they’re making. He knows Seonghwa can’t betray him—they have a contract—but he wants to know more of Yunho’s mind. See the flaws he tries to keep hidden.
“His Majesty doesn’t want any conflict,” Seonghwa is saying. “I’m sure neither do you.”
“Of course not,” Yunho says.
They go on like that, exchanging pointless conversation, but Hongjoong is more interested in what they’re saying without words. Seonghwa moves closer, assertive yet elegant, and Yunho is barely hiding the long sweeping looks he runs over his body. He doesn’t look like he’s even trying to resist. It’s pathetic. Hongjoong sneers at him, at this lord who pretends like he’s principled and honored but can’t even hide the way he lusts after the demon.
Yunho must look at Seonghwa the same way during the court sessions. No wonder the demon knew this would work.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t work with us,” Seonghwa says. He’s close to Yunho now, so close that there’s no way to deny what he wants. “Very disappointed.”
He has him wrapped around his finger. It’s laughable.
“I think we can come to an agreement that leaves both of us satisfied,” Seonghwa murmurs.
He rests his hand on Yunho’s chest, and that’s enough to break him. The lord holds Seonghwa’s face and pulls him into a kiss.
Pathetic, Hongjoong thinks to himself. Yunho breaks so easily. A weak man.
But the longer he watches, the less satisfaction Hongjoong gets from seeing Yunho debase himself. Seonghwa kisses Yunho like he’s trying to swallow him whole, fisting the material of his shirt with both hands as he pulls him closer. He tips his head back to let Yunho bite and suck kisses into his neck, and the soft sigh that escapes his lips sounds genuine.
Hongjoong can’t leave, he can’t even look away. He can only watch as Yunho pulls off Seonghwa’s coat and rips into his shirt. Seonghwa giggles at that, amused at his eagerness, but Yunho doesn’t seem to care. He undoes the laces on Seonghwa’s pants and the two of them tumble into the nearby bed.
Black, impotent fury burns in Hongjoong’s belly. Get off him, he growls, voice confined to his mind. He’s mine.
Like he heard him, Seonghwa turns and looks straight into Hongjoong’s eyes. He smiles.
Before the rage can fully sink into Hongjoong the room stretches and warps, and when it gets back to normal he’s not in one end of the room anymore. He’s right on top of Seonghwa, looking down at him laid out on the bed.
He’s in Yunho’s body. Hongjoong can feel everything—the warmth in the room, the sheets under his hands, the rise and fall of Seonghwa’s body against his own. He can feel the arousal growing in his belly. He feels everything Yunho feels.
But when he tries to cup Seonghwa’s face, he can’t. Instead that hand slips down to tug at Seonghwa’s pants. Yunho still has full control of his body, and judging by the way he gets busy pulling off Seonghwa’s clothes he doesn’t even realize Hongjoong is in there with him.
“I know you want me,” Seonghwa says, looking straight at him, and Hongjoong knows he’s talking to him, not Yunho. “Let me please you.”
He pulls Hongjoong down into a kiss, and Hongjoong finally tastes him, licking into his mouth, sliding his tongue against his. Yunho doesn’t kiss the way Hongjoong does and it’s frustrating, but Seonghwa tastes so good it’s still worth it.
As soon as they part, Yunho moves to kiss Seonghwa’s neck. Hongjoong wants to sink his teeth into him but Yunho is too gentle, too worried about hurting Seonghwa. Hongjoong growls in frustration.
“Harder,” Seonghwa says. “Make it hurt.”
Arousal flares in Hongjoong’s chest, separate from Yunho’s. He wants to take control, he wants to have Seonghwa gasping for relief under him. Yunho listens well and bites down harder, enough to satisfy a fraction of Hongjoong’s urges and make Seonghwa moan softly. He slides his hand up Seonghwa’s bare skin and pinches one of his nipples. A breathy moan slips from Seonghwa.
Yunho moves lower, and Hongjoong gets to feel Seonghwa’s nipple in his mouth. It’s stiff against his tongue, and when his teeth graze it Seonghwa whimpers. Yunho’s still playing with the other, rolling it between his fingertips. Hongjoong savors the moans and whimpers that intensify when Yunho gets a little rougher.
Hongjoong wants to do more, he wants to leave red marks all over Seonghwa’s chest, but Yunho has other ideas. He straightens, and Hongjoong gets the stunning view of Seonghwa naked in bed, black hair fanned on the pillow, face flushed and panting.
“You’re beautiful.”
The alien voice in his head startles Hongjoong before he realizes where it came from. Yunho is talking.
“Do you really think so?” Seonghwa stretches in the sheets like a cat, gaze hooded.
He’s asking Hongjoong, but Yunho answers. “Yeah, so beautiful.”
His immediate, breathless answer is pathetic, and Seonghwa preens. Hongjoong is disgusted. It’s not even a game worth playing with Yunho.
“Take off your clothes,” Seonghwa commands, and of course Yunho obeys. The air is cool on Hongjoong’s back and shoulders.
He watches Seonghwa’s gaze roam over, up and down, and Hongjoong’s gut twists. Seonghwa isn’t looking at him with that open desire in his eyes. It’s Yunho that’s leaning over him, dwarfing his frame, Yunho’s large but delicate hand running up his side.
Seonghwa wraps one leg around him and tugs him closer. Yunho grabs his thigh, and Hongjoong feels the cool, smooth skin under his hand as it slides down to his ass.
It’s dry there, Hongjoong realizes. And the pretty, erect cock between Seonghwa’s legs doesn’t have those alien ridges running up the sides to meet at the wet tip. He’s made his body fully human for Yunho.
Something about that pleases Hongjoong. Yunho isn’t worthy of what Seonghwa has to offer. This is just a transaction.
Yunho moves down Seonghwa’s body, and Hongjoong only realizes what he’s going to do when he’s level with Seonghwa’s erection. Yunho holds it in one hand as he kisses Seonghwa’s belly. Hongjoong can’t pull away when Yunho presses a kiss to the base of Seonghwa’s cock. He’s completely powerless.
“No,” Seonghwa suddenly says, and Yunho stops.
“You don’t want me to…?” Yunho looks up at Seonghwa.
“I want you to fuck me,” Seonghwa says. “Right now. I don’t want to wait.”
Yunho blinks at him, and then straightens. He wants to suck Seonghwa off—Hongjoong swears he can feel it in Yunho’s head—but Seonghwa’s desires matter more. Yunho rummages through the drawer by the bed and takes out a phial of oil. He pours some out onto his long fingers, and warms it up before he carefully probes Seonghwa’s entrance.
So careful, so gentle. Hongjoong finds himself getting frustrated with how much time and care Yunho spends stretching Seonghwa out. He’s probably boring the demon with all this consideration.
The lord is attentive, gaze moving from his fingers in Seonghwa’s entrance up to his face to check his reaction and back again. He drips some oil onto the head of Seonghwa’s cock, making him moan, and then wraps his fingers around and strokes him slowly.
“Good?” Yunho asks.
He looks at Seonghwa, and Seonghwa’s looking back, face flushed and gaze hazy with pleasure. “Yes, so good,” he says breathily.
The skip Hongjoong feels in his chest must be coming from Yunho.
“I’m ready,” Seonghwa says. “Inside me, now.”
Yunho doesn’t need to be told twice. He pulls his fingers out, and grabs Seonghwa by the waist to flip him onto his front. Seonghwa looks over his shoulder to grin at him, a playful smile on his beautiful face. Hongjoong wants to grab him by the hair and pull his head back to kiss him.
But Yunho runs his hands down Seonghwa’s body, tracing the contours of it. He reaches his ass and squeezes, spreading his cheeks with his big hands. Seonghwa raises his hips, and Yunho gets the hint. He holds Seonghwa in place as he lines his erection up with his entrance. He’s bigger than Hongjoong. Hongjoong tries not to care. He focuses instead on the feeling of entering Seonghwa’s heat, the way he takes him in and grips tight around his cock.
“Don’t hold back,” Seonghwa says.
And Yunho obeys well. He pulls back and slams into Seonghwa, making him cry out and arch. Seonghwa’s body is so tight around Yunho’s cock, but the slide is so smooth and easy. Yunho fucks into him, fierce and unrelenting, holding his waist with one hand in a bruising grip while resting his weight on his other elbow to keep himself propped up.
It’s maddening for Hongjoong. It feels so good, feeling Seonghwa around his cock, the way his hole clenches around him when the thrust is especially deep, hearing him moan and cry out. But at the same time Hongjoong has no control. He can’t fuck Seonghwa the way he wants, he can’t sink his teeth into his throat or reach around to twist his nipples and make him scream. He only gets to experience what Yunho wants. All the control is with him.
Hongjoong is powerless. He’s playing Seonghwa’s game, and he’s already lost.
“More, more,” Seonghwa cries out, and Hongjoong wants to give him more, he wants to grab his throat and squeeze until the demon’s eyes water. Instead he gets to feel his right hand close around Seonghwa’s thigh and hike it up, stretching him open more, while he slams his cock into him as deep as it can go.
“You feel so good,” Yunho says, voice tight. Hongjoong knows how much he likes this, he can feel the intense pleasure in his veins. It’s like his blood is on fire.
“Yes,” Seonghwa gasps. He throws his head back, looking at the other man over his shoulder. “Don’t stop.”
Their gazes meet, and Hongjoong knows Seonghwa is looking at him, not Yunho. “I want only to please you,” he says.
Yes, Hongjoong thinks, and Seonghwa smiles like he heard him.
Seonghwa’s words spur Yunho on even more. He fucks Seonghwa into the sheets, merciless, not faltering for even a second. He reaches under his body to tug at Seonghwa’s hard nipples, and the demon gasps and moans. Yunho angles his hips, searching for Seonghwa’s sensitive spot. His thrusts push Seonghwa against the bed, giving friction to his erect cock, and when Yunho grabs it with a rough hand it’s dripping wet against his fingers. Seonghwa moans as Yunho strokes him from base to tip, following the rhythm of his hips.
Hongjoong tunes out all of Yunho’s sounds, his deep moans and words of praise, focusing on Seonghwa. The demon’s moans and cries are getting louder, more desperate. Hongjoong knows he’s approaching his peak. He can read the signs on his body, feel it in the grip of his heat.
He’s getting close too. Yunho’s thrusts are getting sloppy, even if he doesn’t slow down. Hongjoong can feel the wave building in his gut, rising with every push into Seonghwa, threatening to overflow.
And then suddenly, it’s too much. Seonghwa clenches around his cock, heat gripping him tight, and Hongjoong hits climax. Yunho moans as he empties into Seonghwa, bottomed out in him.
Before Hongjoong can come down from his high, Seonghwa orgasms under him. He cries out, back arching, and the grip around Hongjoong’s cock is so tight it’s almost painful as Seonghwa lets go. Hongjoong can feel his cum spill past the fingers Yunho has wrapped around his cock, painting the sheets with milky white.
Hongjoong comes back to earth while Yunho gasps for breath. Under him, Seonghwa is breathing heavily, his back shiny with sweat. Hongjoong wants to run his tongue over that glistening skin. Yunho just lays over Seonghwa, pressing their sticky skin together as he gathers him into his arms.
The more the high wears off, the less Hongjoong enjoys the moment. He has Seonghwa in his arms, soft and pliant post-orgasm, except he doesn’t. It’s Yunho who’s holding Seonghwa. Who Seonghwa is letting hold him. When Yunho kisses Seonghwa’s neck it doesn’t feel transactional, it feels intimate.
“That was incredible,” Yunho says. He peppers kisses along Seonghwa’s neck. “So good.”
“You liked it?” Seonghwa asks.
Yes, Hongjoong thinks, but this time he’s not sure Seonghwa’s talking to him.
“So much,” Yunho says earnestly.
No. Hongjoong changes his mind. I’ll fuck you better.
Seonghwa turns to look over his shoulder. Yunho moves to kiss him, and Hongjoong puts away all his thoughts to taste Seonghwa again.
He feels Seonghwa’s tongue slide against his, and then all at once the sensation dissolves into nothing. Hongjoong opens his eyes. He’s in his bedchamber, sitting up against the pillows. The sheets are sticky with fresh cum against his skin.
The shadow is gone. Seonghwa is gone.
Hongjoong screams in frustration.
The king is in a murderous mood. He’s dressed, but barely, only in his belted dressing gown. He stalks down the palace hallways to Seonghwa’s quarters.
“The Lord Advisor hasn’t returned yet,” one of Seonghwa’s servants says. He’s one of the demon’s favorites, pretty and handsome at the same time, with a red birthmark under one eye.
Hongjoong wonders if this is one of the servants Seonghwa uses, that Wooyoung wanted to fuck too. The thought only makes the rage in his chest darken.
“I’ll wait,” he says.
It’s almost morning when Seonghwa arrives. He looks as put together as always, but Hongjoong swears he can see Yunho’s fingerprints all over him.
“My king,” Seonghwa says, sinking into a bow. “To what do I owe the honor?”
“Shut up,” Hongjoong snaps. “Don’t fucking play dumb with me.”
Seonghwa blinks big, fake innocent eyes at him. It’s maddening.
“Get out, the rest of you,” Hongjoong barks.
None of the servants move. They wait until Seonghwa gives a subtle nod, and then all the men and women file out. The insult boils Hongjoong’s blood. He is the king, they should all obey him. Including Seonghwa.
When they’re alone in the room, Seonghwa circles Hongjoong, gliding away from the door. “My king, have I done something to upset you?” he asks.
But Hongjoong has had enough. He grabs Seonghwa and throws him against the nearest wall, pinning him there with his arm under his throat. “I told you to stop playing dumb,” he growls.
Seonghwa doesn’t say anything. He just looks at Hongjoong and waits.
“Why did you do that?” Hongjoong asks, voice low.
“So that Yunho would do what you wanted,” Seonghwa says.
Hongjoong forces Seonghwa harder against the wall. “Don’t play with me,” he says. “You know what I’m asking. Why did you send your shadow to me?”
Seonghwa smiles. “Everything I do, I do to please you.”
“And letting him fuck you?” Hongjoong spits. “That was to please me?”
“So that he’d speak to that lord—”
“Liar,” Hongjoong cuts him off. “I didn’t order you to do that.”
“No, I made that transaction of my own will,” Seonghwa says, like it’s nothing, like it’s just a game. “Seemed like an easy exchange.”
Hongjoong grits his teeth. “You are not a cheap whore to sell for favors.”
“Forgive me, my king,” Seonghwa says. His voice is as smooth as silk, and he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “I didn’t know you would be so displeased.”
“Shut up,” Hongjoong snaps. “You just wanted him to fuck you like the slut you are.”
Something in Seonghwa’s eyes changes. He tilts his head down, and all of a sudden Hongjoong is very aware that the demon is taller than him. “My king,” he says, voice quiet. “Choose your words with care.”
For the first time in eight years—in his entire life—Hongjoong hesitates.
“Does it anger you, knowing he touched me?” Seonghwa asks. The darkness in his eyes is gone, and Hongjoong can feel his long fingers come to rest on his waist. “That I allowed him to make me feel good?”
Hongjoong says nothing. Admitting it is admitting defeat, and he’s been losing since the start.
“Do you wish it was you instead?” Seonghwa’s fingers trace a circle on Hongjoong’s hip bone. “I thought you might. I thought you would want to be there with me, inside me.”
“While he was in control,” Hongjoong forces out through gritted teeth. “Don’t lie to me. I know you didn’t do it to serve me. You did it to torture me.”
“Oh, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa says softly. “When will you realize? Taking control from you is the most complete way I can serve you.”
“You will serve me the way I command,” Hongjoong says.
Seonghwa leans forward, pushing aside Hongjoong’s arm like it was nothing. “And what do you command, my king?”
Hongjoong grabs him and kisses him.
Seonghwa submits immediately. Hongjoong licks into his mouth, tasting every drop of him. He tastes so good, heady, addictive. Seonghwa’s tongue strokes against his, too long to be human, reaching deep inside until Hongjoong can feel it almost at his throat.
Seonghwa pulls at Hongjoong’s dressing gown, opening the front. Underneath the king is naked, and Seonghwa doesn’t miss the opportunity to grab his crotch.
Hongjoong hisses at the sudden rough contact, and Seonghwa greedily swallows the sound in his mouth. He pumps Hongjoong’s cock, strokes rough and dry. The eagerness gets Hongjoong more aroused than the touch ever could.
“Take off your clothes,” Hongjoong says against his mouth.
Seonghwa’s lips curl into a smile. “Say please.”
Hongjoong growls in frustration. He doesn’t bother asking again, yanking Seonghwa’s shirt out of where it’s tucked in and pulling it off over his head. He pushes Seonghwa back against the wall and sinks his teeth into his bare neck.
Seonghwa moans softly. Hongjoong moves even closer, and roughly shoves his thigh between his legs. He can feel the demon’s cock harden against it.
“Oh, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa says in a soft, breathy moan.
“Say it,” Hongjoong says. He grinds his thigh against Seonghwa’s bulge. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Seonghwa leans forward, so that his lips brush Hongjoong’s ear. “My king,” he says, voice low. “I want you to fuck me.”
Hongjoong grabs Seonghwa and kisses him. He steps back, letting him free from against the wall. Seonghwa goes to his bed, walking backwards so that his eyes are on Hongjoong the entire time as he follows. He scans Hongjoong’s exposed body like a predator.
When he reaches the bed he falls back into it. Hongjoong wastes no time climbing on top of him.
Seonghwa looks so beautiful here where he’s meant to be, under Hongjoong, waiting for his command. This is how things are supposed to be. Seonghwa is Hongjoong’s, not Yunho’s.
The thought of the northern lord sends a burst of anger through Hongjoong. He cups Seonghwa’s face, not gentle, but not roughly either. “Where were you tonight?” he demands. “What were you doing with him after you sent me away?”
“I wasn’t with Yunho,” Seonghwa answers. He traces Hongjoong’s collarbone with a light finger. “I had other business to attend to.”
That pleases Hongjoong. He moves his hand down to run a thumb over one of Seonghwa’s nipples. It stiffens under his touch, as Hongjoong pinches and pulls at it, drawing a soft moan from Seonghwa.
“Does it bother you so much, that he fucked me?” Seonghwa asks.
“No,” Hongjoong says, but they both know he’s lying. He busies himself with Seonghwa’s pants.
“You fucked me too,” Seonghwa says. “I could feel you inside him. Inside me. I knew I was giving you pleasure.” He sighs softly. “I thought you would enjoy it more than simply watching.”
“Do you enjoy it? Watching?” Hongjoong runs his hand up Seonghwa’s belly and chest, tracing the lines of his lean body. “Do you watch me?”
“Do you want me to?” Seonghwa asks.
Hongjoong rests his hand on Seonghwa’s throat. No, he wants to touch him.
Seonghwa stares up at him, eyes sparkling with want.
Hongjoong closes his grip around his neck. He starts slow, enough to watch the change in Seonghwa’s eyes, see them go from playful to realizing. He tightens his grip, little by little, savoring the feel of Seonghwa’s delicate, slender neck under his fingers. He can feel the outline of his windpipe, so fragile under his palm.
Hongjoong doesn’t stop. He squeezes Seonghwa’s throat until he knows he’s cut off air. He places his other hand on Seonghwa’s chest, feeling it still. He keeps his eyes on Seonghwa’s face the entire time, watching him, not willing to miss a moment.
When the first spark of panic hits, it’s exhilarating. The look in Seonghwa’s eyes is intoxicating, and Hongjoong can’t let go. He keeps his hold on Seonghwa’s throat even when he feels him squirm under his grip, even when he knows it’s been too long without air and he’s struggling. Seonghwa’s eyes are wide and fixed on Hongjoong, looking up at him like he’s his master, the only thing keeping him on this earth. His god.
Hongjoong releases his grip. Seonghwa immediately gasps down a gulp of air, choking on it as he struggles to breathe. He looks so beautiful. Hongjoong reaches between the demon’s legs and palms at his crotch, making him gasp and choke.
Hongjoong pulls off what’s left of Seonghwa’s clothes, so that he’s beautiful and naked under his king. The hard cock pointing up towards his belly is lined with ridges running up the shaft and meeting at the tip. Just like Hongjoong remembers from over a year ago.
He strokes it slowly, running his fingertips over the hard ridges. Seonghwa whimpers, squirming under Hongjoong’s feather-light touch, but Hongjoong doesn’t give him any more. He takes hold of Seonghwa’s throat again.
He tightens his grip on Seonghwa’s windpipe, and just when he feels him struggle for air, he speeds up the movements on his cock. When Hongjoong lets go of Seonghwa’s throat he lets go of his erection too, only lightly stroking him enough to keep him hard before he chokes him again.
Hongjoong does it again, and again, until Seonghwa’s face is flushed up to his chest from the lack of air, until his eyes water from his ragged breaths every time the king releases him. Hongjoong thinks he’s never seen anything so captivating. He rests his hand on Seonghwa’s neck, just a gentle touch, and automatically Seonhgwa’s hips buck, seeking friction. The reaction is enthralling.
“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa calls out, voice rasping.
Without thinking Hongjoong bends over to kiss him, pinning him to the sheets. Seonghwa slides his arms in under Hongjoong’s open dressing gown and pulls him flush against his body, so that Hongjoong can feel every inch of his smooth skin. He breaks the kiss to move lower. He bites and sucks kisses into Seonghwa’s already-abused neck, hard enough to color the golden skin red. He wants to leave marks that will last.
Hongjoong grabs Seonghwa’s thigh and slides his hand higher, until he reaches between his legs. It’s wet there, and he thrusts two fingers inside without hesitation. Seonghwa gasps, and then moans, while Hongjoong feels inside his entrance.
“You didn’t do this for him,” Hongjoong says, working his fingers inside him. The wet sounds of the clear slick are filthy, obscene. “You didn’t get wet for him.”
It all happens before Hongjoong can react. One moment he’s leaning over Seonghwa, pinning him to the bed. The next he’s been shoved off and his back is to the head of the bed. Seonghwa straddles him on his knees, legs on either side of Hongjoong’s lap.
“Are you still thinking about Yunho, Hongjoong?” Seonghwa looms over Hongjoong. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re more interested in him than you are in me.”
“Don’t,” Hongjoong says, face twisting in displeasure.
“Oh, I know, it’s just a little joke,” Seonghwa says, a light smile playing on his lips. “I know there’s nothing you want more than me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Hongjoong snaps, but there’s no real acid there. Right now, Seonghwa naked and kneeling in front of him, he can’t think of anything he wants more.
“You’ve wanted me since I returned with our son,” Seonghwa says. “Since the night we conceived him. You’ve wanted me ever since the night we signed our contract with our bodies.”
Memories of that night flash across Hongjoong’s mind. He moves to get up, but Seonghwa pushes him back. He’s strong, inhumanly strong, and suddenly the feelings of that evil night start creeping up Hongjoong’s spine. He can’t escape.
“I told you last time, didn’t I?” Seonghwa’s voice is smooth, sleek as silk. “That the next time we played, we’d play the way I like.”
“No,” Hongjoong says. “I am commanding you, as your king.”
“And as your Lord Advisor, I advise you to stop struggling,” Seonghwa purrs. “Don’t you want me, Hongjoong? I’m all yours.”
Hongjoong does want him, so badly. He grabs Seonghwa’s waist and digs his nails in, but he doesn’t try to push him off. He tries not to think about the fact that he couldn’t even if he wanted to.
“Very good, Hongjoong.” Seonghwa’s tone is almost condescending, but the anger in Hongjoong’s chest is abated when the demon shifts closer, aligning his entrance with Hongjoong’s erection. “I won’t restrain you. Let me take care of you.”
The head of Hongjoong’s cock catches against his rim, and Seonghwa releases a sweet, high sound. And then he sinks down, slow, enveloping Hongjoong’s cock in slick, tight heat inch by inch.
When he’s finally bottomed out, ass flush against Hongjoong’s thighs, Seonghwa groans. “I missed this,” he says, tipping his head back. He lowers his chin, hair falling to frame his face as he looks at Hongjoong. “I know you did too.”
Hongjoong doesn’t respond to that. Instead he shifts, rolling his hips upwards, drawing another soft moan from Seonghwa.
“I know,” Seonghwa says again. He raises his hips, letting half of Hongjoong’s cock slide out of his heat before he drops back down. “You thought I’d fall back into your bed after I returned with our son.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” Hongjoong says.
Seonghwa tilts his head to the side. “We’re connected, Hongjoong,” he says. “Soul to soul, body to body. How could I not know you?”
He raises his hips again, and grinds back down. Hongjoong is trying to keep track of this conversation but it’s hard. The way Seonghwa rolls his hips, the way his wet heat grips him, it’s enough to drive him crazy.
“Then why didn’t you come to me?” he asks.
“Even a king has to ask sometimes,” Seonghwa says.
Hongjoong lifts Seonghwa up and slams him back down, thrusting up into him at the same time. Seonghwa cries out and grabs Hongjoong’s shoulders for support. The mysterious slickness gushes from between his legs, soaking Hongjoong’s lap.
“I do not ask,” Hongjoong growls. “I am not denied.”
“No, never,” Seonghwa says, moving faster, picking up the pace of his hips. “How could I refuse my king?”
Everything Seonghwa says sounds mocking, all his terms of respect hiding condescension, but right now he’s so beautiful Hongjoong doesn’t care. He rocks his hips up into him, mirroring his movements to reach as deep inside him as he can. There’s something about Seonghwa’s body, the way he takes Hongjoong’s cock like he’s made for it. The wetness that leaks from his hole only makes him more erotic. Hongjoong reaches back to feel it, running his hands over Seonghwa’s ass, letting the slippery liquid coat his fingers.
The slide against Hongjoong’s cock is so smooth and easy, even when Seonghwa’s hole is so tight. Before long Seonghwa is moving faster and faster, until he’s bouncing in Hongjoong’s lap. Hongjoong rests his hands on Seonghwa’s thighs, feeling the flex of the muscles under his skin, smearing the wetness on his fingers on him.
It’s so good, and Seonghwa is moaning, crying out every time Hongjoong’s cock hits him deep inside. The sounds he makes are addictive, and Hongjoong fucks into him harder, trying to draw out more. He keeps his eyes fixed on Seonghwa’s face, watching the pleasure as it takes over his features, turning them from beautiful into something otherworldly.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Hongjoong says without thinking.
Seonghwa blinks eyes glazed with arousal at him, and then he leans forward and kisses him. He keeps riding him as he does, moaning into Hongjoong’s mouth as he licks into it, sucking on his tongue like he’s starving for it.
The heat of his body pulses around Hongjoong’s cock, gripping it deliciously, pulling him closer and closer to his climax. Hongjoong reaches between their bodies and wraps his fingers around Seonghwa’s cock, circling his thumb over the wetness gathered at the tip before stroking it from base to head.
Seonghwa breaks the kiss to moan against Hongjoong’s mouth. “Yes,” he gasps. “Hongjoong, mnh, I’m close—”
Hongjoong sinks his teeth into Seonghwa’s plush bottom lip. He can’t help it, every part of the demon entices him, and the closer he gets to his orgasm the more he can feel his hold on sanity fraying. He wants Seonghwa. He wants all of him.
He runs his nails down Seonghwa’s back, anything to bring him closer, push deeper inside him. It’s harder to keep a rhythm now, and even Seonghwa’s movements are erratic, sloppy on Hongjoong’s cock.
“Inside me, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa says, and he sounds desperate, so beautiful. “I want you to come inside me.”
“Yes, fuck,” Hongjoong groans mindlessly. “You’re mine.”
Maybe it’s his words, or the way he grabs Seonghwa’s hips and yanks him down onto his cock to grind deep inside him, but something gets triggered in Seonghwa. He clenches around Hongjoong, tight, so tight it’s almost painful, until the pleasure surges up Hongjoong’s spine and he climaxes inside him.
It’s a wave of white hot pleasure that hits Hongjoong, and he keeps a bruising grip on Seonghwa’s waist as it washes over him. Through it all Seonghwa keeps riding him, milking his orgasm until he’s spilled every drop, until his hips stutter to a stop and he climaxes. The seed that spills from the head of his cock is thick and milky, so abundant it coats Hongjoong’s chest and torso. As he catches his breath he can feel it sliding down to pool in his lap where he’s still connected to Seonghwa.
The aftershocks of the climax ebb as Hongjoong leans back against the head of the bed, Seonghwa tipped over to rest his sweaty forehead on his shoulder. Hongjoong himself is soaked, covered in Seonghwa’s slick wetness over his thighs, Seonghwa’s milky cum covering his middle. It’s absolutely filthy. Hongjoong likes it.
The sun is starting to rise over the horizon. Hongjoong can see its rays peeking through the gaps in the curtains of the window facing the bed. He grazes his nails up and down Seonghwa’s back absentmindedly as the night fades outside.
Seonghwa shifts against him. Hongjoong tilts his head to get a look at his face, and Seonghwa turns to look back, large dark eyes fixed on Hongjoong’s.
Hongjoong kisses him, slow and languid.
Jeong Yunho sends the message to Kim Moonhwan by raven. Hongjoong stands in the balcony overlooking the rookery, Seonghwa by his side. The demon is in black, as always, wearing a silk shirt with a plunging neckline. His neck is mottled red and purple.
“Will the bandit issue be resolved?” Hongjoong asks.
“It will,” Seonghwa says.
That’s enough to convince Hongjoong. His demon is never wrong.
Yunho emerges from the tower. He looks up at the balcony, and his eyes meet the king’s.
Hongjoong says nothing. There’s nothing that needs to be said. Seonghwa is standing by his side, marked by his mouth and hands. His Lord Advisor, his demon. His.
The king turns and goes back into his palace, the Lord Advisor following like a shadow.