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#taekook #taekookau ~

⎾SELENE🌙⏌

"It's time " a voice thundered through the castle sending vibration in every spine.

The soldiers roared for their victory marching towards their target , the Cresent moon being their witness to the bloodbath that was about to follow.

was the tightness at his ass disappeared as the fingers got pulled out and the shaky knees were kept back on sheets and there was Jungkook casually wiping his hands on the already soiled silk sheets as if he isn't the reason Taehyung lay all baffled and sweaty anticipating.

"H..yung…"

"Yes , petal."

Jungkook smiled. He freaking smiled so prettily with cocking one head to the side , that menace knew what he was doing.

"Please…."

The prince tried to give puppy eyes which he knew would ordinarily melt the older ,

pushing his knees apart to give him the signal but Jungkook just mapped his hands on the legs , hovering over him , strands of hair falling and that grin staying over.

"Please what….? Spell it out properly ,my prince. What do you want ?"

"Ughhhh…..I hate you…"

Dropping his head backwards to show the intensity of his "supposed " hatred, Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows bringing them together to show how displeased he was.

"Yeah…I am aware."

But Jungkook was serious, he saw the spark of self loathe and acceptance again in the eyes of the older and he felt regret swimming in his own , he shouldn't have spoken it.

"No..I…don't, hyung. I was just…"

Sensing the change in air , Taehyung held out a hand

towards Jungkook's face and he leaned into the soft touch and the worrisome face that the younger was making. Kissing the pad of his hand and planting a hum around the lines of his fate , the king got down to join their lips again in a seemingly languid kiss.

"Shhh it's okay"

Following the lead , Taehyung missed how the king got more of the oil and coated his length with it.

"I want you…inside of me…no I need it hyung , please just….nghhdsjs…"

"Fuck."

And there it was , Jungkook breaching past his flesh amd putting himself in slowly and gently,

Taehyung's words getting him worked up that he couldn't wait.

The girth settling inside him as the prince held onto Jungkook's biceps whose face contorted into a sigh when Taehyung took the entire length.
The warm tight walls holding the awaiting cock hostage ,

the little pain that accompanied started washing away as the prince hid in the large strong arms that were holding themselves on top of the lithe figure.
Nuzzling onto the bare skin of the prince , lapping up kisses and playing with their tongues again,

they kissed messily under the darkness of the night with those flickering candles that did little to provide heat.

The only heat and warmth that they got were the burning wet walls of Taehyung's insides and Jungkook's hands roaming and exploring Taehyung's body warming it up,

setting a fire to his beings especially when he lifted those thighs to wrap around the king's waist making the cock go even deeper earning a muffled hiss from the king.

"The body of yours Tae, it's absurd, I can't seem to get enough of it."

The strained voice of the king went straight to Taehyung's already leaking cockk dripping precum onto Jungkook's torso who was pressed up on him

Wanton moans flew into the room when Jungkook pulled out completely to push himself inside his flower again who had his head dropped down onto the pillows clutching the king's back lest he thought he would float over with the jaw slacking pleasure he was receiving

with the slow drag of Jungkook's girth.

"Hyu..ng….faster..rr…. please….ughh…har...."

The king was holding back ,it had been too long and Taehyung must have been sensitive but the pleads of going harder unfurled something inside him to slam his length with force

into the tight hole that swallowed him whole .

Jungkook supported himself up with his hands on either side of Taehyung's head ,and one went to the waist lifting him up to connect with his cock , the fleshy moulds spilling out of his hands , slapping more of Taehyung's thighs

into his hardness to reach those bundle of muscles that had the prince seeing stars , heaven as Taehyung says.

The apple of Taehyung's cheeks brushed pink like the bruising hold on his waist , like his standing wet nipples that were occasionally sucked by the king ,

like the tight hold of his knuckles on sheet or the light pink marks on Jungkook's broad inked back , like the winking hole that was taking an angry pink cockk or the pink that reflected on the king's lips , Taehyung's red lip tint now painted on Jungkook's when they kissed.

The rhythm that the king picked had Taehyung burst into repetitive whimpers of "uh uh uh" , the prince's whines and the sound of skin slapping against each other was the only sound in the otherwise empty room.

Tears sprang in those hazel eyes , drool dripping from the mouth

closed and eyes rolled back, completely unfazed lost in the air of lust that surrounds them.
Jungkook crouched down to lick those tears away only to get the loudest moan of the night when his girth went deep inside to massage his prostate.

"Goddd Taehyung, you are killling me "

Completely toppling both of them over , still buried inside the prince who yelped at the sudden action only to see how he was on top of the king , sitting on him, precisely his lap having his cockk inside him.

It was too hot to even think of and even hotter to live it,

curling himself to fit himself in the broad shoulders, he went up and down to feel the girth breaking his insides, scissoring it very deep…..he was sure it would pain , hell his thighs would just stop working but the fire burning in him and the edge they were on tonight

had him vigorously jumping on the king's length having Jungkook's hands all over himself, helping him by lifting him up to aim better.

*Hyu…nh….Gukk..ie…c..close….I'm "

Too incoherent to even think of anything else the prince just dropped his head on the king's shoulder

tired out of his wits, Jungkook draped himself around the prince like a protective blanket , grinding his cockk inside the wet cavern letting both of them off edge,he felt the tightening of his muscles and the heaviness of balls.

"Shhh….yes petal i know, let me make you cum."

Wrapping his inked rough hand around the aching cockk , the king stroked his husband's length who kept whimpering into his shoulders sending a vibration in his entirely naked body covered in scars and tattoos but now covered in Taehyung's voice resonating inside him

travelling from the bite on his shoulder to the length that was in his hand to his own hardness connecting them as one.

The scars seemed to bloom under Taehyung's touch , his voice healing the grief they brought, his smile felt like a soft caress so when the prince nuzzles

inside his neck , blowing out the hot air of satisfaction with being touched so intimately, Jungkook feels the shivers on the dark tattoo on his shoulder.

Stroking the hard length, feeling the stiffness with putting thursts inside Taehyung's bubble ass which seemed to jump

up and down with each blow.

Maybe it was the oversensitivity or the tiny cries muffled by the shoulder or Jungkook's continuous praises of "you are doing so well ,my flower" , "god you are so beautiful" or maybe the filthy ones of
"fuck you are so tight shitt " ,

" you are gonna make me cum , Petal" , "won't you like that , to be painted white ?"

With his teeth digging onto Jungkook's flesh , he came with a loud wail spilling onto Jungkook's hands who continued caressing the sensitive cockk to milk out everything.

With a few more strained grunts and thrusts Jungkook was coming inside him , catching his laboured breath , kissing the side of the prince's head who had his eyes closed to recover from such a tiring but absolutely star seeing orgasm.

The content glow they had in the air surrounding them gave a challenge to the brightness that came from the moon bathing them in sheer white moonlight.

"Are you okay , daisy ? Do you want to sleep ?"

With closed eyes and a even breathing, Taehyung let out a hum

settling his head into the musk scent that was of the king who as gently as possible removed himself out of the prince's spent hole , rubbing his back soothingly, pressing forehead kisses to the prince who latched him like a koala.

Jungkook was endeared , he missed the warmth radiating from Taehyung's body ,not just the warmth that could be touched but the heat of his prince's trust,the long lost trust and faith that he craved involuntarily that he wished he would get even when he knew he wasn't deserving.

Cleaning was an easy task, Taehyung tired and exhausted , lay softly onto the sheets holding onto Jungkook's biceps as he cleaned him with his own spent trousers. Picking up the discarded robe, draping it all around Taehyung's body he got onto the royal bed again ,

his bed maybe their bed now onwards if the prince would allow it to be.

It was a faintly silent night , the sound of breathing could be heard as the prince lay safely in the arms of the king.

Jungkook wasn't asleep, the thought of having his daisy back in his arms felt

too surreal and maybe if he woke up , it would all be gone so he did what he always did when he couldn't sleep because of the Marvel that lay in his arms.

"Stay. Okay …..? Please……"

Brushing off the mint hair , he started arranging them all beautifully on Taehyung's forehead

, every single strand isolated out to be touched solely by the inked fingers.
To watch him sleeping was a delight, a massive delight that drove him off into contentment to finally sleep.

He started breathing with the prince.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

He could feel their heart beating in sync now , just like all those sleepless nights.
The little thud of his heart matching with the beat of Taehyung, it made him feel human, made him grounded , like being rushed to the ground after aimlessly floating around.

Or coming home after complete destruction and chaos.

He was the destruction.
Taehyung his peace.

Peace…..the large green tree in the middle of the garden with brown fallen leaves that crunch beneath his feet , his head on Taehyung's lap as he narrates his favourite poem.

Yes peace among all the bloodshed, yes peace....

A lullaby.

Taehyung's heartbeat.
His heartbeat.
Their shared heartbeat.

That's all it took for Jungkook's eyes to close slowly as he watched his daisy sleeping so peacefully glued to him.

Silence followed……

But it remained for almost two hours until there was a hurried knock onto king's door.
King's door at that , at such a ungodly hour.
With furrowed eyebrows and a fuming mind because the knocking would have woken up Taehyung, he opened the door to a panting Yoongi.

The rebellion he has said was sudden , a fuming mass of people hoarding the supplies but it was only a distraction, his soldiers were held hostage, an air of terror followed.
Despite his general's countless protests The Jeon Jungkook was getting his mantle on ,

to end the supposed mutiny after many of his soldiers were compromised.

It was the most bad timing, he had hoped to wake with Taehyung, the Taehyung who has been generous enough to give him another chance, wanted to tell him how he looked so soft and fluffy with his bed hair

and how his naked body would have looked with the morning sun painting it's hue on it but it seemed that had to wait a little more and watching the condition of his men returning injured….a lot more.

Horses were hoarded and carriages drifting away from the castle into the chaos that entailed in the town. Jungkook looked at the palace , giving it a once over……he never wanted to come back alive in any battle , he didn't think his life had any purpose,

other than doing what he was taught , winning battles , bringing home prosperity (as they said) tyrant, cold blooded they spoke of him watching him crush swords in their enemy without an ounce of remorse in his body and maybe yes that's what kept him going……

something to achieve, a purpose to be chased , a rightful image to be maintained but now that he had left his boy sleeping soundly alone in that huge castle , he felt a tug at his heartsleeve ,

Will Taehyung ever see him as a man worthy of being loved ? Did he deserve to be loved like that , with the deeds and countless lives he has taken , would he really want to taint Taehyung's innocence, his prince who was so new to this world , this cruel world.

And that was his reason to come back, alive at that.
Taehyung.

For the first time , the cold lonely palace seemed a nice place to return back to.
He shall return at whatever price.

Jumping himself on the staddle he ,Pulled the strings of the horse neighing, he kicked getting a headstart from the trained horse ready to crush those who dared disturb his sleep with his prince.

The bright light from flowing curtains reached his eyes before the pain that came from moving around to hide from the sunlight.
He hissed in his sleep and rushed to escape the brightening golden hue , only to find the other side of his bed cold and empty

as if it's been long since someone left it like that.
The prince got up with groggy eyes and fluttering eyelashes closing in a sleepy haze with a natural unintended pout on his chapped lips and the pain shot up his spine making the prince hiss despite himself.

Why wasn't Jungkook here ? How dare him leave him alone like that especially when he knew how Taehyung was gonna be in pain ? In addition to the words he heard in his lazy state yesterday……" stay " he had said and Taehyung didn't plan to go anywhere but it was the king who went

.......left him alone on the cold bed without an ounce of warmth, it was the morning annoyance talking because he knew the king had important matters sure , yes probably.

He got up to fix himself and his attire while he opened the door to go to the bath and also hoping that he sees Jungkook midway.

But when the door opened he saw his brother and Jimin talking with sad eyes if he saw it correct.

They stopped when they saw the large gate opening showing a robe - clad Taehyung with hair running in all directions, the king's inner shirt draped over his chest while he innocently walked towards the duo.

Jimin was sure this wasn't a really big matter , they had seen countless mutiny , great battles that ended with victory, this wasn't something different, hell he thought it would be small seeing how some of their own soldiers were passing on the information…....

but the news that came in the morning wasn't pleasant.

Yoongi had written for Namjoon to send backup , more of their men because apparently they have outnumbered Olympus's.
It was a grave matter seeing the king fight out front especially now when he had someone that

that would worry in the palace halls. Taehyung wasn't aware how these large hollow walls have seen Jungkook come home with wounds and gash , all bloody and all severe because he insists on fighting in front with his soldiers.

It was a brave thing to do making all of their men actually respect their king but it's also stupid , because Jimin can see Taehyung's large eyes searching for Jungkook already.

And for the first time he sincerely hoped Jeon Jungkook would come back intact , unscathed.

"Mimi…..hyung, what are you both doing?"

Taehyung came out of his room , slowly waiting for Jimin 's answer.

"Oh we were just waiting for you , uh….were you going for a bath ?"

Jin speaks with a loving voice , trying to ease the pain that was about to follow.

" Yeah……but what's happening why are you all here so sudden and ……where's Jung– the king "

Mindful of his tone out because there were a lot of soldiers outside the door , it made him worry for some reason.

"Uh bub there was an emergency at night about a rebellion being started in our neighbouring town……"

"And ? Should a king answer that call ? I don't get it hyung."

The prince felt weird, this wasn't right, this wasn't going right , there was something wrong in Jin hyung's tone

and the sad eyes Jimin was making, it made him feel nauseous suddenly.
All the colour that was on his cheeks, the high of such a beautiful night spent yesterday slowly started fading away giving space to worry to seep in.

Risking a glance towards each other Jin and Jimin thought if they should tell the news that the letter came bearing.

Their army wasn't doing well , it was a mutiny of all the kingdoms combined that stood against the Jeon heir who's condition no one in the palace knew ,

but they had the faint idea that it was the presence of their king keeping their men strong and sane with such losses.

"It's…..more that a rebellion….but it's okay with the backup we are sending with Namjoon today, it's gonna be all fine ! He'll be back soon, Tae."

Jin saw it coming, how Taehyung's eyes went wide with fear, the hand reached to his , grasping it tightly, Looking straight into his eyes as if that would make the truth seep out faster.

"More men……? What about the ones already there ? Are they injured ? Then why aren't they coming back ? Is hyung injured ?? Jimin please tell me….."

Looking back and forth to both of their faces who stood stuck on their places , totally excepting this.

"Tae…. please calm down , we…we don't know what's happening there and there's medic so it's ….."

"Okay ?? It can't be okay , if they need help it would mean they suffered a loss and hyung he….I feel he would fight on the front line with his soldiers….."

All the ways to calm him down were futile with how his hands shook , how cold they seemed suddenly and the face started turning pale with sudden realisation that Jungkook did go to a battle , all the blood that he saw months ago came rushing in ,

the sword lingered with the stench of blood , the bleeding bodies.
None of them scared him as much as the very thought that Jungkook was there. He could be hurt.

The scars came into his mind and it was even more painful to live with the fact that maybe this stupid rebellion

would add onto the hurtful scars painted with blood on the king's body.
He didn't hate the scars , he loathed them, he feared touching them lest Jungkook would flinch.
But he never did.

Never once showed that they hurt , always carried them like a batch of victory and

the prince didn't want that.

If badges of victory came so bloody with piercing skin and open wounds , he didn't want the king to have such badges. What good are those when they came with a dowry of pain and burn.

Another wave of anger filled him ready to lash out.

"He did right ? Ughhhh why can't he be like the other kings to stay in the tent while waiting for the general to win the war….? Why jsut….Why does he have to be like this"

It was more of a whine then chiding , Jin and Jimin could see past the anger easily,

there was a scared person standing waiting for his lover to come back , eyes burned with want and despair.
All anger was momentarily, the honey hands fidgeting with his long robe and brown caramel locks Falling on his furrowed eyebrows who knit together in worry and a plead.

A plead.
No. No. Not at all.

" I want to…….."

He was already cut off by Jimin who shook his head to emphasize this request was out of the equation, an impossible one at that.

"No Taehyung you can't No."

That was impossible, he knew the desperation reflecting on the prince's face as clear as day , the tears reflecting in his brown orbs and the defiance in his eyes, a fire burning flames of despair.
The worried boy was impatient, unreasonable but hesitant on what he should do.

"You just said it's not big so what's the harm in me wanting see him."

"Because it's not safe Taehyungie."

"Hyung…..pls tell me …..is he hurt , did something happen, you are all worrying me and I want to go ….."

"Taehyung. Listen to me , you do know he's very capable right. It's not his first , he'll be back very soon , okay ? So please now calm yourself , come on I'll feed you , it's noon already."

Seeing all his hopes being shattered Taehyung looked like a lost child, disconnected with the surroundings, eyes blinking rapidly to not let more tears fall because that would make all of this real.
His hyung's absence real.
He doesn't know if know what to do ,

all of the others are accustomed with the battles and fights , they were being too calm , and that scared him, was he being too naive ?
Too childish?

Why weren't others freaking out as much or is it only him because this is the first time being away from Jungkook

knowing how dangerous situation he's in , knowing his real power , knowing the tales of his scars, knowing blood is gonna be shed lots and lots of it.

He just doesn't want any Jeon drop in it.

"I'm….not…hungry….I'll just…."

All appetite was lost as Taehyung walked back to his room closing it gently behind on the concerned faces of Jimin and Jin.

It was really distressing, anxiety building up in the pits of his stomach , nervousness gripping his flesh over a man he claimed to hate a month ago.

The man who could be in a grave danger or worse.

He couldn't help but curse Jungkook in his mind ,he heard it last night.
I his sleep, Jungkook's plea for staying, he wanted him to stay , wanted Taehyung in his life but came morning and the volatile promise had no value because

he himself left.
All alone.
Without a single word or a consolation of Daisy I'll be back.

He silently watched the soldiers hoarding up weapons and necessities, from his balcony And an unsolicited thought rushed through his mind.

Quite an ambitious but vague idea.
But an idea nonetheless.

A foolish one some might say but his mind wasn't really focusing on anything apart from Jungkook, the large body coming into his mind and he would hate to see it injured or harmed.

The noises were loud , in the darkness of the camp and the odd hours of night that looked more like early morning with only the glow of Selene illuminating the canopy above the heads of soldiers.

The horses could be heard from a distance and all of them alerted until they saw the golden orange lanterns and their flags came into view.

The backup had arrived with food, lodging and medics, the sight of all of their men made them heave a sigh of relief, the ochre hues

of lanterns lighting the fire of hope and a feeling of home.

It has been only a day but homesickness didn't really depend on number of days does it ?

Ask Jeon Jungkook, the king of Olympus already at the mercy of his anxious feelings.

Completely waiting to bury himself in the arms of his little flower , he didn't even tell him , he could imagine how angry and hurt Taehyung would feel.

And even though he was miles away out in a battle camp making strategies to defeat the enemy, he missed his prince , feeling guilty to abandon him after making up to him.
To such an extent he couldn't feel the pain on his chest , the bright fresh wound ,

a new addition to the barely visible body , it was more like a constellation of tattoos and scars.

But also gentle touches of a lean and long honey hand that mapped around joining the stars on the night sky of his body.

It was also soft giggles that echoed and vibrated on his chest when his daisy laid his head on top of his heart.

It was also the silky mint hair that tickled his bare open chest or the lips that traced along his torso, beautiful beautiful rosy lips , sinful but innocent,

juicy and lush caressing his skin like the most precious touch.

But most importantly it was the Selene , the moon among his constellations of tragedies, the moon being his heart.
His heart being Taehyung.
His beloved that probably awaited him in the castle left all alone.

The chaos of his heart and mind was silenced by the chaos outside, he looked up to see a figure running in the shadow and how guards were trying to catch up to him.
It got nearer and nearer…..more near until he reached the bonfire that Jungkook was sitting near.

The cloaked figure stopped in his tracks with swords pointing up to him from all directions aiming right at their head.
The audacity,to pass through all the barriers and all his contempt soldiers only to reach to the king….Jungkook was frowning at the boldness of the intruder's

actions until…..He started coming closer and that was that….. Jungkook's dagger was out off the sheathe.

Kept at the juncture of the intruder's neck daring him to take one more step closer. Towering over him, ready to take on another enemy spy or that's what he thought.

"Is pointing the dagger really necessary when you already left me to dye with the worries of you ?"

The voice….. shit….

"Down."

The king growled at the crowd of his men ready to take the shot at the cloaked individual, what they didn't know was he was their prince.

Taehyung had made that call hiding in the hoardings to reach here.

The hood got off and that's when Jungkook saw the sweaty greenish bangs sticking on his forehead, eyes large and worrisome demanding answers of so many asked questions , hands clamped together with anxiousness.

The eyes roamed around his body with a frown and lips jutted inside with nervousness.

And he knew what was coming so he hastily grabbed the prince's hand to take him inside his tent and with the hold on Taehyung's hand , the anger was reflecting pretty easily.