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Heaven
“Human? You want me to be a human?”
Taehyung’s exclamation echoes around the white, clinical room. Although Taehyung has seen and heard pretty much all there is to see and hear of the on-goings of Heaven, not once has he heard of an Angel pretending to be a human.
That sounds like the sort of thing that would break every single rule they have to abide by and God is anything but lenient regarding breaking of rules, everyone knows that.
Taehyung thinks about questioning the sanity of Hoseok, the exhaustingly-energetic Trainer of Angels, but instead Taehyung chooses to curb his sarcasm somewhat and opts for a more measured approach.
“Is that even allowed? And how exactly does pretending to be human complete my training? I haven’t heard any other angel having to do it as part of the completion of their studies. I was told the last task was just some minor administrative job on Earth and then I’d be on my way to Higher Courts with my long-awaited seal of approval! Could you please explain to me why I have been singled out?” This time, Taehyung is unable to hide the pout that automatically accompanies his crossed arms and jutting out chin.
“I’m sorry kid, I know it’s unfair.” Hoseok says. “...but you know they’re only doing it because you’re the only one who’s come through the ranks rather than just have their place in at the Higher Courts handed to them via family connections... you make them look pretentious and they don’t like that…” His voice softens -Hoseok has never been able to resist the charmingly innocent and petulant qualities of Taehyung, most commonly displayed at times like these -when he doesn’t get what he wants.
Anyone would be annoyed at being singled out like this but Taehyung is even more so because he has been singled out at every step of the way. Not only has he had to work twice as hard to get where he is because he comes from a family background without prior knowledge of the Law or the Court System, but on top of this he is always told to do more things, harder things, things that you are much more likely to fail at -Taehyung is sure it’s because they want him to fail.
He is never going to give them the satisfaction, however, because when Taehyung sets his mind on something, he doesn’t stop until he gets it and that’s a fact.
“I get it, I get it. Go on then, what is it?!” Taehyung snaps and immediately regrets it, apologising to Hoseok soundlessly and with his best puppy eyes.
“So….” Hoseok starts, pacing around the white room, tangling his fingers together behind his back, carefully considering the words about to come out of his mouth.
“Have you ever been down to Earth?” He asks, even though he knows what the answer is.
“You know I haven’t.”
“Don’t you see that the justification is pretty sound in that case, I don’t think there is any way you can get away with not doing it because you really do need to know what goes on down there in order to be able to accurately judge humans when they come here…” he clears his throat.
“But why am I the only one going?” Taehyung asks again, obstinate.
“Well because all the other angels have already been down to Earth, they do that as part of their training in the early years, before the age you joined in. So you really are the only one who hasn’t been.”
Taehyung’s shoulders sag when he realises the inevitability of his seemingly unreasonable task.
“You are leaving tomorrow morning.” The words echo around the otherwise silent room when Hoseok continues:
“In order for you to fully understand the suffering and temptations humans have to go through to stay on the straight and narrow, you will have to live in their shoes and see how hard it is. Only after that can you judge them fairly and kindly, to perhaps understand the reasons for their behaviour more thoroughly. This is important.” Hoseok’s eyes draw circles on the floor.
“What are you not telling me?” Taehyung asks, suddenly suspicious when the silence extends.
“For the seven days you are down there, you still need to abide by Heavenly rules and the ten commandments, despite being human. Otherwise you will lose your chance to be in the Higher Courts, in fact… your position as an Angel will be seriously compromised if anything were to happen that contradicts our rules.”
“Well, how hard can it be when I’ve done that every day since I’ve been created?” Taehyung dismisses. “How will you know what I’ll be doing anyway, will you be spying on me the whole time?” Taehyung is getting really annoyed by the whole thing. It really is just so unfair.
“No, you’re on your own for the seven days, I won’t be able to see you until you get out.” Hoseok speaks quietly, clearly not sharing Taehyung’s confidence.
*
Hell
Jungkook is bored, wondering if he’s having a mid-millennial crisis of sorts.
Something is definitely wrong because he is bored of fucking -which is quite a statement coming from someone who fucks for a living.
The thing that started this whole mess of deeper-than-usual disillusionment was the realisation that after hundreds of years as one of the highest ranking Incubi, there’s apparently a limit to how many times one can have sex with other beings before it all just blurs into a single, obscure, entirely forgettable activity so mundane that Jungkook wouldn’t be able to pick one specific fuck out of all of them, even if he tried.
There is nothing creative or fresh, no challenge or goal left that Jungkook hasn’t already reached decades if not centuries before… now every shag is so predictable and boring that he’s starting to wonder what, if anything, is even the point in just going through the motions.
They don’t call him the top Incubus for nothing -the very reason why he finds everything so boring and easy is because he is able to seduce anyone he sets his eyes on without any effort whatsoever… a complaint his long-suffering colleague, Yoongi, has heard a thousand and five times too often.
“Is that so?” Yoongi says. “Anyone?” the cheeky glint of a smile that plays in the corner of Yoongi’s mouth at the familiar statement gives Jungkook a long-lost tingle of excitement in the pit of his stomach. This feels like a bet coming on.
“Yes, absolutely. Anyone.” Jungkook retorts, without hesitation, his stomach tensing in anticipation over what Yoongi is so obviously about to tell him.
“Even an angel?” Dark eyebrows lift in challenge.
“Oh c’mon, you know I’ve had many, have them for breakfast, me…” he snorts -not even joking.
“I bet you’ve never had a Higher Court Angel?”
The silence that follows gives Yoongi the answer he was already expecting.
“Ha! Knew it!” The obvious pleasure over having found something that interests the Incubus shines bright on Yoongi’s face.
“But how the hell did you even find one? They’re rare as fuck around these parts…. They never come down to Earth once they’re up in the Courts.”
“Well… I was going to wait until your birthday but since it’s only just around the corner and since you’ve had quite a few hundred of them anyway…” He grins so hard that his eyes disappear into crescents, his lifting lips revealing the even lines of his adorably small teeth. He delays speaking to build up tension long enough for Jungkook to get annoyed at the wait.
“…I’ve found one for you! Well, he’s not 100% graduated but he’ll be on Earth basically for his last task before he gets his pass and moves to High Courts…” He smirks, seeing Jungkook’s eyes light up with more spark than he has seen in decades.
“Oh….” His excitement quickly deflates. “…so pretty green behind the ears then, huh? How is that fun? It’ll be no challenge at all…” Jungkook turns and speaks on his way out. “All you have to do is breathe at them and they cave in…”
One hand on the squeaky door, already on his way out, Jungkook hears Yoongi say:
“Not this one. I’ve been told he’s one of the most dedicated Angels ever seen. Besides, he’s an outsider, he’s not one of the Old Families, he’s worked his way through the ranks, he must be a right tough nut -have you any idea how difficult it is to even get a chance to try to do that?” Yoongi’s voice trails off but he can already see that Jungkook is going to take the bait.
Jungkook flicks his long, dark hair back, revealing the substantial undercut, pretending not to be excited as fuck at the prospect of chasing such a rare treat.
He turns back, considering the suggestion.
“But even then, why would I do that? I think me and you have a different idea of fun Yoongi….” He might be saying that but he isn’t thinking it.
“Listen. How often do you get the chance to ruin an Angel? That really ought to be incentive enough… Seriously, are you really not interested, even a teensy, weensy bit?” his fingers pinch the air in front of his face. “Oh, I see, I see. You’re hankering for a little bet.” He winks.
Jungkook can’t hide the grin that spreads on his face. “OK, go on then. Tell me.”
“He’s going to live here as a human for a week. Imagine how vulnerable he will be? It wouldn’t take a lot to twist his little angel wings and ruin him so he’s got no business going back to Heaven…?”
Jungkook perks up, not bothering to hide his interest anymore.
“Well, it has been a while since I’ve had some fresh meat and I have to say that the novelty of an Angel as a Human sounds delicious… tell me, where can I find him because I want to take my time with this special treat -I want to get under his skin, not just to make him cry and beg for more… no, I want his heart too. He rubs his hands together with glee, already tasting the sweet, sweet taste of ruin.
“I thought you might say that.” Yoongi smiles, victory plastered all over his face.
Yoongi’s tone makes Jungkook suspicious. “What are you not telling me?”
“Well…. I think it would be more of a challenge for you if you refrained from using your powers with this one… aren’t you always saying how boring it is when they just cave in and immediately give in?”
Jungkook wants to wipe the smug grin off Yoongi’s face but he has to admit that by now, he is so invested that Yoongi has him in his pocket -and he is right, Jungkook wants the challenge which comes with only using his charms and not his powers.
“You will have a little bit of a head start because you’ll be his live-in partner -in fact I think you might even be married- so you’ll be with him and close to him straight away and of course….” Yoongi wriggles a suggestive eyebrow at Jungkook. “…partners already have a lot of privileges…” he winks as if Jungkook would miss the connotations of his words.
“Yes, yes, leave it to me, won’t be long and he’ll be begging for my cock, don’t worry.”
Yoongi has known Jungkook for too many centuries to be bothered by the arrogance -after all, most of the time it’s entirely justified.
“You might need to see how he adjusts to being a human, don’t forget angels are not like us, he will have an extremely limited amount of experience with physical sensations or feelings so the first few days are going to be really chaotic for him -this is when you should strike because this is when he’ll be the most vulnerable.” Yoongi nods, agreeing with his own words.
“But where’s the fun in that? I’ll give him a bit of time to find his feet, otherwise it won’t be a challenge at all…” Jungkook winks, his eyes glowing bright red with his excitement.
“Last thing, Jungkook. Don’t forget you’ll be in like an alternate universe so you’re not really constrained by our normal rules or agreements with Heaven, entirely free to do whatever you want, hell won’t know because you’ll be in a heaven-created environment and heaven won’t know because they will leave the angel to fend for himself for the week.”
Slowly, Jungkook’s grin widens before he speaks with a final question.
“What’s his name?”
“Taehyung.”
*
Taehyung doesn’t really know how to prepare himself for going down to Earth. Hoseok tells him some of the basics but he’ll just have to wing it when he gets there, there’s no time for extensive lectures on how to be a human -all Taehyung needs to focus on is surviving the week living by Heaven’s rules and then he will be all ready to move on to where he has always wanted to be and what he has worked so hard towards.
“It’s going to be really quick. You’re literally here and the next second you’ll be there. I’m not sure exactly where you will be but it will be in your apartment. I can’t tell if your husband is going to be there or not.” Hoseok’s question ends with a rising tone, wanting to catch Taehyung’s drifting attention, wordlessly asking if Taehyung is ok, if he’s comfortable with what’s happening. Does he understand what’s going happen, Hoseok wonders because he fully understands the implications of Taehyung failing and he worries that the Angel does not.
Taehyung nods, face etched with fear.
“Hey, don’t worry kid, you’ll be ok. Promise. Just don’t stress out too much, play it by ear and take it easy, OK? I’ll bring you back in exactly seven days. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!!” he says with a wink....
Hoseok is right of course -it’s hardly even half a blink and Taehyung is on Earth.
His very first sensation is weight. His body feels heavy, it weighs down onto his feet, the flats of them pressing firmly against the floor. The sensation of solidity after having been a weightless, almost edgeless being for hundreds of years is bizarre to say the least. Taehyung almost stumbles, not used to standing on his own two feet.
He looks down at his hands -with long, slender fingers- and at his long legs… is this what he would really look like had he been created human? Taehyung wonders. He combs through his hair which is quite long, wavy, dark. It feels very soft and silky and it holds Taehyung’s attention for a long moment. He can’t figure out why it feels so different -it’s not like he didn’t have hair in Heaven.
To ease the transition down to Earth, Taehyung has only worn a flimsy white top, almost see-through and long enough to reach just half way down his thighs. Entranced by the feel of it moving over his skin, Taehyung slides his fingers to feel the fabric half hanging off his shoulder.
Both the sensations of the fabric against his fingers and the gentle slide of his fingers pressing against his skin are… strange.
Taehyung already realises that there is no way he would have been able to imagine what it’s like to be human -perhaps somewhat begrudgingly accepting that there is, indeed, a valid reason for him to be here.
The almost iridescent, silken fabric feels smoother than skin, colder. When his fingers slip over the edge of the fabric and back onto the hot skin, never having felt heat or cold in this way before, Taehyung wonders about his skin, is it always this warm and soft?
His curious fingers carry on over his collar bone, up his throat to his cheek, over his lips….
Something very strange happens when Taehyung caresses the silk of his lips - cold waves of tingle tickle along his limbs, gently curling his toes into the thick carpet. This is only exacerbated by the cool breeze from the open window which kisses the nape of his neck. Taehyung’s body reverberates softly, releasing an almost silent gasp.
When the soft caress over Taehyung’s lips sends his tongue out to lick at the sensation, another surprise bombards Taehyung’s senses. He is amazed by his own taste, the subtle flavour of salt on his skin -something so new he doesn’t know what to make of it. Fascinated by the soft, warm texture of his arm, he runs his nose along it and breathes in, surprised at his own angelic, almost sweet scent. It’s unexpected that it’s still there, even in his fake, human form.
Taehyung always knew that angels were created different from humans, for a single purpose only. To help mankind live a pure life following God’s rules and to judge those who fail to do so.
Once he finishes his assignment here, as one of the prestigious Higher Court Angels, he will, among others, have the responsibility of deciding who stays and who is sent far below into the depths of Hell.
But before now, it’s never occurred to him how much of humanity is ripped out of them to make angels more suited for this task -almost all of the things that angels lack are clearly the things that what make humans so exclusively… human.
How could angels possibly try and understand humans when they have so little in common? How can they fairly judge their lives without any idea of what they actually entail?
Taehyung doesn’t dare to move, the sea of swelling sensations in his body slowly settling while he gets his mind to understand them. His all-encompassing realisation is that whatever he feels is really not a bad thing. It’s quite pleasurable and life-affirming, in fact.
Surprised that he feels more or less in control of himself already, Taehyung is too curious to stop exploring further and since his own body feels almost unfamiliar to him, it seems like the most logical place to continue.
He runs his hands down his sides, feeling the ribs, briefly holding the waist and when the soft flesh of his buttocks meets his fingers, he can’t help but to squeeze the fullness of it a little, just to see how it feels. The action makes him squeak because, bizarrely, it feels good… and not just at the back.
There is something very strange going on and Taehyung suddenly realises the biggest difference in the anatomy of an Angel and that of a human.
Slowly, Taehyung lifts his top to peek under it, only to drop it almost violently upon seeing what is under it. It didn’t used to look that big.
“Ohmy….”
“What is that?” he swings his hips slightly to feel the dangle, eyes widening.
Right at that moment, he hears someone enter the apartment.
A warm, melodic voice sings: “Honey, I’m home!”
Taehyung doesn’t know what to say or do so he just stands, frozen in the middle of the bedroom, wearing only his white top hanging off his shoulder, arms wrapped around himself for protection.
Jungkook enters the house full of confidence which instantly wavers a little when he sets his eyes on the divine being standing in the middle of the sparsely decorated bedroom.
Despite his best efforts to maintain his cover and carry on like nothing unusual is going on, Jungkook finds himself stalling, frozen to the spot by the door. Helpless, he grips the door frame for support.
To cover his inexplicable awkwardness, he jokes and announces his arrival as if he were a prince coming to a ball. “His Highness, Jungkook the Husband.” He takes a graceful bow and waits for a reaction, to which there is none except stunned silence and wide eyes.
In the short moment that feels like eons, Jungkook observes and finds a lot to look at.
The first thing that catches Jungkook’s eye is the contrast between the bright white garment the Angel is wearing and the darkness of his soft, black hair which billows softly like a mysterious aura around his exquisite face.
Yes, there is no other word for the Angel except exquisite, Jungkook decides, because in all of his centuries, millennia even, he has never seen anyone so beautiful, man nor woman.
The widened eyes that stare at him in obvious panic are dark and soft like pools of delicious, molten dark chocolate and they complement the equally dark hair to perfection.
Strangely enough, the hair colour comes as a surprise to the Incubus because in all of his years on Earth and considering all the angels he has ruined, this particular one is the only one who isn’t fair haired.
Not only that but unlike his other contemporaries who were so pale they were practically pasty, this one emanates warmth in his eyes, in his face and even his skin is a rich embrace of honey, almost glowing as if kissed by the sun itself.
Jungkook’s eyes follow the curve of the lush skin that peeks out of the hanging fabric, down to the long, slender arms hugging the midriff, further to the long, long legs with the softest looking thighs he has ever seen.
The dark gaze warms up Taehyung’s cheeks and he doesn’t understand why.
“H-h-hi…” Taehyung says and tries a smile without much success.
In an attempt to behave like the person he is supposed to be, Jungkook takes the lead and walks into the room with apparent confidence, immediately embracing the Angel, wrapping his arms around the slender frame and leaning in to nuzzle into the space between the neck and the shoulder, breathing in deeply when his face touches skin.
The scent that accompanies the soft smooth, delicious flesh is positively breath-taking, like sweet honeysuckle, vanilla and cake all mixed into one and the richness of it kicks Jungkook in the guts, tensing the whole of his insides… suddenly, Jungkook isn’t sure if he can ever get enough of it.
The slender body in his arms stiffens, jolting at his nuzzling, a small gasp leaving the lush lips (so, so lush, Jungkook can’t stop staring at them) so he slides a palm down to press the back of the Angel’s waist, to bring him even closer, their bodies entirely melding into one, his hand desperate to roam more, to explore.
This would of course be an opportune moment to kiss the Angel, to confuse him, tempt him straight away. But like the predator that he is, Jungkook prefers to play with his food, build up to the main course, so he only pecks at a soft cheek -perhaps a bit closer to the lips than he originally intended to- and moves a way.
“Honey, you should get some clothes on, gonna catch your death dressed like that -not that I’m complaining, you look delightful….” Jungkook says, unbuttoning his jeans on his way to the wardrobe.
Jungkook sees Taehyung panic, his eyes widening, turning away from the sight of the indecency that is Jungkook getting changed. The Incubus chuckles under his breath, appreciating the fun ahead. He knows that the poor Angel is going to be a shaking, drooling mess by the time he’s done with him.
He chucks a grey hoodie and some black sweats at Taehyung who puts them on with only a moderate amount of confusion. Jungkook’s choice of clothing is all black -how appropriate, he thinks: a tight-fitting t-shirt and a low-hanging pair of sweats.
“Dinner?”
Taehyung nods, wordless.
Jungkook figures it must be quite a shock to come down from heaven and be a human so he decides -in the most uncharacteristic manner- to help the Angel adjust. He tells himself it’s for no other reason than to be fully able to enjoy his eventual fall from grace. Get him comfortable and then strike when he’s least expecting it.
He makes his way to the white, open plan kitchen and sits Taehyung at the high breakfast stools hugging the island that separates the kitchen from the living space of mainly greys and baby blues.
“Stir-fry?”
Taehyung nods even though he has no idea what stir-fry is, never having eaten anything before. He’s still trying to come to terms with the complete mess his body is in over the sudden violation of his personal space moments before.
His heart is still booming in his chest at the unexpected feeling of solidity against him, the hardness, at the surprise of what it feels like to have someone hold you against them, someone warm, hot even. Someone who smells comforting, a mix of pine and musk and fresh air, inexplicable warmth with a hint of wood and ash. Taehyung wonders if forests smell like that. He wonders how he now knows all the smells without ever having smelled them before.
With the deep and strangely evocative scent still stuck in his nostrils, Taehyung decides not to think about how the soft skin of the man’s face felt against his sensitive skin or how the hot breath and soft lips lingered at the crook of his neck -because if he thinks about that, for some strange reason it feels like he might be sinning already.
Jungkook tries not to stare at the wordless, wide-eyed creature sitting at the table, looking rather small and cute engulfed by the oversized hoodie, but it’s impossible not to when the gentle heat on his cheek clearly shows his inner turmoil over a simple hug.
Anticipation of what is to come makes desire pool at the pit of Jungkook’s stomach when he realises he actually feels more alive than he has felt in centuries. The innocence of the Angel is only adding to the intensity of Jungkook’s need to defile the almost sacred-looking being, the want practically aches inside him.
He can’t wait to find out how the divine being will taste on his tongue and the thought of it makes his cock twitch in his pants and impatience burn under his skin.
A hesitant voice brings Jungkook back to reality from his deprived imagination.
“I-is there anything I can help you with?” Taehyung tests out his voice which sounds rough, deep and unrefined and he wonders how long it’ll take for it to settle down.
“Sure, you can set the table, get some plates, glasses.” Jungkook nods toward the cupboard behind him.
Taehyung gets up with wobbly legs, still unaccustomed to walking. The floor feels cool under his feet -like water but solid. He runs his fingers along the cupboard door and realises that the surface feels different from the floor, warmer, smoother.
When he realises how close he has to stand to the man cooking, his breath stalls inexplicably. Why should he feel like this just because he has to stand next to him?
“Did you grow up in a barn? Wash your hands, Angel.” He nods toward the sink.
Just for a second Taehyung stops breathing entirely at the word angel before he realises that this must be what Hoseok called “endearments” -he can’t possibly know that Taehyung is an actual angel, surely?
Taehyung walks to the sink and stares at it like it’s some monster to be tamed.
He has no idea how to operate it, water is not coming out no matter how much he wills it.
Suddenly there is a soft voice right at his ear and the heat of the breath falling against the soft bit of skin right behind Taehyung’s ear sends shivers running up and down Taehyung’s spine, making him breathe all funny.
“C’mon daydreamer…” Jungkook reaches for the tap and as if by magic, water flows when he turns the handle.
Then, like for a child, he grabs the soap dispenser and squeezes a blob onto Taehyung’s hand.
Luckily Hoseok covered the washing part.
The kitchen area suddenly feels too small. The air is filled with something and Taehyung doesn’t know what it is. There is a… thickness to it… like a charge and it tightens his insides, makes every breath slightly harder to take.
The source of all this… strangeness seems to be the man mixing the food in deep concentration.
Taehyung doesn’t understand it but whatever “it” is, makes his heart beat a little faster, his body feel a little warmer and his breath a little lighter. It feels a little bit like the way it feels when he flies between the clouds -that exhilaration.
It suddenly occurs to him that maybe this feeling -or the source of it- is something he ought to avoid because it feels very much like …temptation.
Problem is that Taehyung doesn’t want to avoid it because this “temptation” makes him feel… alive in a way he’s never felt before -and he wants to know why.
Taehyung heads to the cupboard where the dishes must be, right behind Jungkook.
He opens it and immediately, his heart sinks. How do I know which ones to take out? He sighs, then thinks on his feet.
“Which ones would you prefer, Jungkook?” He tests out the name, samples it on his tongue and is glad to find that it fits nicely, rolls off easily, -probably because it’s such a good fit for such a beautiful man.
Beautiful?
Taehyung thinks back to the moment when the man walked in, remembering how his unfamiliar body felt -immediately reacting to the incredibly beautiful, dark figure staring at him- as if being pulled toward him by an unnameable force outside of himself.
Even at first sight, Taehyung felt the man was full of darkness and somehow more than just a human in a way that he didn’t have words for, other than the knowledge that his presence felt much older than a human could ever be.
Taehyung just brushed it off as some bizarre effect of his transition, after all, there might be darkness in the wide, dark, sparkling eyes but there was also light, softness and kindness. Less so but still there, nonetheless.
His darkly-clad, strong figure gave off an aura of a warrior but also that of a protector -a combination which very much appealed to Taehyung. In his mind there was no reason for him to feel afraid when he immediately felt so safe.
Perhaps this was why he didn’t really think about what all the other stuff meant -like how a man that’s his supposedly human husband could be older than any human could ever be.
Now, Taehyung leans forward against the counter, his eyes glued to the tall piles of various plates, bowls and glasses as if staring at them will tell him which ones are the right ones to use -choosing the wrong ones is bound to raise suspicion and how would his mission go then… he would fail!
The one rule that Hoseok had been particularly explicit about was that his identity must not be revealed under any circumstances.
Perhaps because Taehyung is not expecting the sudden closeness, it’s devastating in its effect.
A firm body pushes against him from behind and traps him against the worktop with a firm hand creeping up onto the waist and the other resting on the edge of the counter, imprisoning Taehyung between the two… that’s when it really does become impossible to breathe.
Jungkook reaches up and points first at the glasses and then at the big bowls.
Taehyung has difficulty swallowing when the fingers still flitting about his waist -which are not half as innocent as he would like- slide down the curve of his hip when their owner turns back to the food. Suddenly blood hisses in his ears and burns on his cheeks.
Taehyung is so confused by the tumult inside him and by the strange things his body is doing without his permission that his hands are shaking.
Determined not to think about it, he takes out the crockery and glasses and places them on the dinner table on the other side of the island under Jungkook’s instruction, grateful for the distance between them.
The heat on his cheeks is prickling.
Taehyung doesn’t think to consider the oddness of the fact that his “husband” is helping him with things he shouldn’t need help with, without comment or surprise. Things that Taehyung should know if he lived as a human as well as things that he would know if he were actually married to the man.
Taehyung us not suspicious of Jungkook at all even when all that should have been the biggest give away that the identity of the man he is currently married to is not what it seems…
The late afternoon sunlight streaming through the window next to the dining table reflects off the textured glasses into tiny little rainbows and Taehyung is mesmerised. Everything on Earth fascinates him because none of it is at all like he had expected… everything is so… beautiful.
He lifts a glass and turns it in his fingers, smiling brightly at the resulting kaleidoscope of patterns that run across his arm and face. He traces the edges of the tumbler and wonders what it’s made out of and how it’s made.
Jungkook stares at the oblivious Taehyung from the hob. It’s impossible not to.
The innocence, the child-like curiosity is so apparent on his bright face, it makes Jungkook wonder if he, himself, has ever felt the kind of joy Taehyung is so obviously feeling right in this moment. Something unexpected squeezes Jungkook’s insides.
The smile on the Angel’s face is brighter than the sun and Jungkook feels himself weaken and soften with it, briefly forgetting his ulterior motives before he shakes his head and reminds himself who he is and why he is here.
He says: “You ready?”
To which Taehyung smiles, oh-so brightly, and nods with enthusiasm.
One would think Jungkook were pulling loot out of a treasure chest the way Taehyung is staring with glee at the food being lifted from the pan into the bowls, his long fingers tangling all together in front of him, almost as if in prayer. How appropriate…is all Jungkook can think when he tries not to stare at the sparkling, dark eyes opposite him.
He digs out the stringy noodles and tops the pile with vegetables and passes Taehyung the chopsticks.
He grabs them and holds them up like sticks pointing up from his fist, looking at Jungkook expectantly, clearly unaware of how this eating thing works. It’s rather adorable, really.
Not sure why he feels the need to save Taehyung the embarrassment, he hands him a fork and says:
“Ah, you did complain you had a sore finger, this will make it easier to eat.”
Taehyung beams at him in gratitude, eye disappearing into happy crescents at the width of his smile.
After a lot of oooohing and ahhhhing at a simple bowl of noodles, Taehyung sits back, licking his lush lips, looking really rather satisfied.
While Jungkook washes the dishes, he considers his options.
If he is to succeed in seducing Taehyung in a way that also steals his heart, he needs to move quite slowly -the problem with that is of course that he only has a week to complete his task.
It’s a very short time to make someone fall in love with you.
The only logical solution has to be sex. After all, that is his forte and no one has ever been left dissatisfied… It’ll be much easier to get to the heart if he already owns the body.
Jungkook figures offering a bath is the quickest way to ease the Angel into getting naked -a good place to start -or carry on- his slow seduction of the most innocent being.
“Shall a draw you a bath?” Jungkook asks, smiling.
Taehyung nods, dark eyes wide, again without knowledge of what a bath is. When he hears the water running in the bathroom, a few other brief life lessons from Hoseok spring to mind and he realises what he needs to do.
Jungkook puts in a lot of bubbles -more than he would normally. He pretends that the only reason he is doing it is to try and mask the delicious, entirely irresistible scent wafting from the Angel (which is driving Jungkook positively insane with need) and not because he just knows that Taehyung will love them.
When Taehyung enters the bathroom, he squeals when he sees the billowing clouds of bubbles -at which Jungkook’s tries his very best not to smile -but it is nice to be right.
“I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy.” He leans in for a little peck on the cheek and secretly grins at Taehyung’s gasp at the unexpected little kiss.
Jungkook heads for the bedroom where he throws his clothes off and gets ready for bed. He pulls on another tight vest and a pair of cotton pyjama bottoms over his naked ass to have at least something to cover his dick with -it’s uncomfortable to wear clothes when he would normally sleep naked- but he figures that being naked at this stage might scare the Angel off.
Suddenly, he realises that Taehyung hasn’t closed the bathroom door so when the Angel starts to undress -pulling his sweats off revealing miles of soft, warm, smooth flesh- Jungkook has front row seats.
Taehyung’s openness and freedom with nudity makes Jungkook realise that of course because angels don’t have sex, they probably don’t even really associate nudity with any kind of sinful activity (the exact opposite of Jungkook, of course) -hell, they probably don’t even know they have bodies, Jungkook chuckles thinking about it.
His laughter quickly turns into a choke on his own saliva when Taehyung reaches for the hem of his top and pulls it up, over his head, revealing expanses of smooth, honey skin.
Jungkook tries to look away but his eyes won’t let go of the beautiful creature. Instead, they linger on the lush curve of the ass, the deep dip of his spine and they very, very nearly pop out of their sockets when Taehyung bends over to play with the bubbles.
He can hear Taehyung hum happily at the warm water when he climbs in.
When they say angels are perfect, they are not lying. Taehyung being the most perfect of them all.
For a moment, Jungkook forgets all about his plan and just silently stares at the beautiful creature so out of this world.
Not entirely sure what his motivations are anymore, Jungkook carries on playing his assigned role of the dutiful husband and grabs pyjamas for Taehyung. Shorts and a t-shirt -that should cover most of the important parts for the moment, just to stop himself being quite as much tempted as he would be should the Angel remain naked.
He knocks lightly on the door frame and goes in to place the pyjamas on the small stool at the end of the bath where the fluffy bath towel already awaits.
A delightful pink has crept up on Taehyung’s cheeks and the delectable collarbones only just showing from the ginormous pile of bubbles covering the rest of his body.
He smiles again.
He. Smiles. Again.
And Jungkook gulps at the beauty of it.
“I love bubbles. They’re so much fun!” Taehyung practically shrieks like a child, throwing blobs of bubbles up into the air and Jungkook finds himself rolling his eyes in an affectionate manner before he catches himself.
“Here, you can wear these for bed.” Jungkook can’t help but to feel a little bit paternal in that moment, bringing over pyjamas for someone having a bath, as if getting ready to tuck them into bed after a bedtime story.
But any trace of possible paternal feelings disappears very, very quickly when Taehyung suddenly stands up with little, white clouds sliding down his shiny, golden pink body. Even the big blob of white teetering right on the top of his head is not able to tear Jungkook’s eyes away from the two glistening lobes within his reach.
Jungkook gulps, his mind filled with static for a moment. He is the one who is supposed to stay calm and collected, not flustered like is feeling now. Jungkook starts to wonder if needs to take a step back and revise his plan to make sure it’s the Angel who’ll end up on his knees without Jungkook being dragged down with him.
He tries to speak a few times but has to clear his throat repeatedly.
“You better rinse those bubbles off before they go in your eye and sting…” he speaks in a voice that doesn’t quite match his normal one.
“Help me!!” Taehyung squeals, the advice obviously coming too late because he’s already blindly searching for the showerhead.
“Hang on. Stop, stop, you’ll slip. Here.”
Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s forearm for support and turns on the shower on after pulling the plug out of the bath. With the showerhead in hand, he asks Taehyung to lift his chin.
Perhaps this is a bad idea, Jungkook thinks when the glistening, perfectly formed, lush lips (way too sinful to belong to an angel, surely?) are half pouting right in his face when he reaches to rinse the bubbles from Taehyung’s hair and face.
“That’s it, keep your eyes closed for a minute, Angel.” He doesn’t do it deliberately -the name that is, it just slips out in response to how Taehyung really is just so… angelic.
When Jungkook brings the shower to Taehyung’s jaw, the long neck stretches more, the delicious lips cracking open a little, enough for a small contented moan to escape and shake Jungkook’s spine out of its groove.
Jungkook can’t help but to watch -with equal horror and fascination- how those little puffs of white that were covering most of Taehyung’s perfect body slide down the soft curves, leaving the exquisite Angel, naked in all his glory right in front of him.
Jungkook blushes. Blushes!? Jungkook has never blushed in his life.
He turns away from the bright smile and hands over a towel, avoiding looking at the lush figure in the fears that he might just eat the man alive before it’s his time to suffer.
“Thanks. I thought my eye was going to fall off then, it was so sore!” he giggles warmly.
Everything about Taehyung is warm. His smile. His skin. His eyes. And Jungkook is annoyed at himself for having noticed.
Taehyung starts to climb out of the bath and Jungkook can instantly see what’s going to happen just from the way Taehyung’s foot is on the towel when he steps on the side of the bath tub to get out.
“W-wai…”
In the fraction of a second it takes for Jungkook to react, he wonders if maybe he isn’t actually on Earth that maybe, instead, he’s actually been transferred into one of those K dramas folks back home in Hell always spend their free time watching between sentencings. Because the storyline is sure starting to feel like it.
Jungkook has just enough time to wrap his arm around Taehyung’s neck to stop his head hitting the ground before they fall in a heap, grunting at the rough landing.
Now, there’s a problem. A big, naked problem.
The arm that caught Taehyung’s head is still cradling the wetness but the rest of Jungkook is mostly on top of the very naked figure, chest against chest, a thigh between two.
The dark, soft eyes are right under his, staring up in surprise.
Taehyung blinks. And again.
Nothing happens, they just breathe into each other’s breaths, eyes locked in what feels like an endless moment.
The trance that Jungkook is in is broken by a small movement -Taehyung’s tongue coming out to nervously lick at his plump lower lip, the small action wetting the pink cushion delightfully until it glistens like a cherry, ripe and ready for picking.
Jungkook’s breath falters.
“A-are you OK?” his voice is thick with something and he decides that wherever they are can’t possibly be reality because he never blushes and he most definitely never stutters.
Taehyung nods but doesn’t say anything, his eyes large dark pools of something between curiosity and terror.
Jungkook reluctantly pulls his eyes back up from Taehyung’s mouth and realises that the pink on Taehyung’s cheeks is even deeper than it was when he was in the bath. This intrigues him and he really wants to give into the need to tease and taste.
Taehyung figures he’s just confused because of the fall. Surely that has to be the only reason why he is feeling so out of breath right now, so hot despite the cold and wet of the tiled floor against his naked back.
Perhaps it’s exactly the juxtaposition of the heat above him and the cold below him that has his body in such turmoil because Taehyung can’t figure out why else he would feel so hot on the inside but has cool waves of prickliness running up and down his body… or why he feels like he can’t even breathe.
A new feeling, like a discovery, a beginning of something, blooms inside Taehyung when he suddenly feels inexplicably naked and highly aware of it where before he never gave it a moment’s thought.
…After all, angels’ bodies are closer to plain vessels that carry their consciousness than anything else -which is pretty much exactly the opposite to what Taehyung is feeling right in this moment with the heavy hardness on him with the delightful smell wafting around him.
Right now, Taehyung is aware of his body more than he’s aware of his mind.
In a move fast enough to startle Taehyung, Jungkook climbs off him, throws the towel to cover his nakedness and yanks him up like a rag doll off the floor, leaving him confused and standing against Jungkook.
Still not used to the feeling of another body against him, Taehyung doesn’t move away because he’s too busy observing his body and how it feels.
Jungkook clears his throat and takes a step back instead, gently pushing Taehyung to move, one hand on the arm that is clutching the towel hanging down his middle, only just hiding the important bits, the other just on Taehyung’s naked midriff. Despite pushing away, the hands remain on Taehyung as if glued on when they just stand and stare at one another like a pair of idiots.
It’s beginning to dawn on Taehyung that there must be some sort of a human thing going on here that he really needs to get a hold of sooner rather than later before it becomes awkward because he can’t seem to be able to fight this inexplicable need to stay in body contact with Jungkook.
It is exactly at that moment that everything becomes clear to Taehyung.
The hand on his waist is warm, firm but gentle and it feels like a really good fit on the curve of the flesh. Even though Jungkook suddenly removes it, the imprint of the hand still burns bright on Taehyung’s midriff and the feeling of it spreads along his skin, seeping inside him to squeeze his heart to pump faster.
Taehyung is not a complete idiot, neither is he absolutely naïve. He knows -in theory at least- what people get up to, he is, after all, in the business of judging people for their sins as well as helping them stay away from it, but… he could never have gotten even close to imagining the level of temptation humans are faced with.
But suddenly, Taehyung understands the temptation of sin completely.
And he’s standing right in front of him.
When the fundamental epiphany occurs in the brief moment they stand in front of each other, Jungkook can see the full realisation of it because it’s crystal clear on the innocent face which is like a technicolour picture of Taehyung’s thoughts -so obvious without any filter or mask on his emotions like humans have.
The innocent, wide eyes are suddenly shocked, terrified even and the mouth on the increasingly red face is opening and closing soundlessly while the long, slender fingers scramble to get the towel to cover the lush warm flesh so openly on display.
The joy and excitement that Jungkook feels at the obvious shock on Taehyung’s face is disproportional.
Step one, complete.
Jungkook revels in the heat that dwells deep in the pit of his stomach caused by the sudden panicking and fumbling in front of him. The Angel’s fear is what drives him, excites him, the prospect of the chase is what invigorates him because the challenge required to change this fear into lust, to desperate need is the most satisfying thing in the world -and the harder the challenge, the bigger the satisfaction.
The game is finally on.
Not missing a beat, Jungkook decides to take full advantage of the confusion.
He steps right into Taehyung’s space and traces his jawline with a finger, tilting the face up to see the panicked eyes suddenly avoiding his.
“C’mon then, doll. S’bedtime. Best put your pyjamas on -unless you want to join me in bed naked?” the deep drone reverberates down Taehyung’s spine and even though he may not be particularly (at all) well-versed in the customs and practices of humans, he cannot ignore his body’s reaction to the suggestive dulcet tones which tells him what Jungkook is referring to… and that is definitely not allowed, no matter how tempted he might come to feel.
Blushing furiously, Taehyung shakes his head in denial. He reaches for the pile of white pyjamas and turns to Jungkook, expecting him to leave to give him privacy to get dressed -which seems a bit ridiculous considering he’s just seen him naked in the shower and on the floor- but suddenly Taehyung feels very self-conscious and desperately shy. Naked.
Jungkook of course does no such thing.
Instead he just lifts a cocky, questioning eye brow and sits down on the edge of the bath, crossing his arms in front of him. Expectant.
There is a clear challenge in his eyes and Taehyung realises that if he now asks him to leave, that won’t seem very husbandly at all -in fact, it will seem very, very out of character. He swallows with difficulty, clutching his pyjamas against his chest like a shield.
Jungkook of course doesn’t miss the hesitation nor the embarrassment, instead, wanting to make the most of it, he sits and blatantly stares, waiting for the Angel to reveal himself to him again, now with the new-found realisation of what it actually means to be naked.
To Jungkook the situation feels… positively heavenly -to have the Angel thus trapped in his carefully crafted web of temptation, so close to his inevitable fall from grace.
When the towel falls, despite being completely aware of what is hidden underneath, the view still catches Jungkook off-guard.
The soft, deep curve of the back, the slope of the generous hip, the long legs, soft thighs -Jungkook finds his mouth drying when he watches the long neck bend down when Taehyung sorts out the pyjamas.
While he is tracing Taehyung’s contours with his eyes, Jungkook decides that for an Angel, his body is sinfully made for sex, wasted on an Angel, more suitable for a human, an incubus even. He counts his lucky stars that not only is his prize a rare angel but even more because he is a most delectable one.
Taehyung turns away nervously but his reflection in the mirror shows Jungkook the delightful pink that has spread over his collarbones and he can’t help but to wonder how bright it will be when he’s pounding into that lush ass hard enough to make the Angel scream.
As if hearing his thoughts, the dark, soft eyes flick to him via the mirror, only to immediately flick away again in shyness, eyelashes fluttering furiously as if trying to remove the imprint of Jungkook out of his eyes.
Under normal circumstances, Jungkook would be disappointed that clothes begin to cover the acres of honeyed skin but the fit of the clothes gives him too much pleasure to complain.
He isn’t entirely sure how this world has been created for them but everything, including the clothes and foods present are real and someone definitely lives in this house -but in which dimension, he isn’t sure.
There is no way Jungkook is going to question any of it when he sees the fit of the clothes that Taehyung has struggled to put on… they obviously belong to someone several sizes smaller than him because they squeeze tightly around his delectable body -they are so tight and sexy that Jungkook can hardly breathe.
Never before has he been so happy to see a pair of tiny shorts and a snugly fitting t-shirt short enough to show glimpses of the soft waist- because these clothes only work to showcase the curves already there.
Jungkook can’t believe his luck when he sees the length of the short leg doesn’t even cover the full flesh of the ass cheeks, leaving the plump curve partially on show.
Taehyung, of course, seems blissfully unaware of how the clothes make him look and the whole situation makes Jungkook feel like a wolf about to sink his teeth into an innocent lamb -which is a very, very delicious feeling indeed.
If Jungkook didn’t detest the fact that God exists, he might take a moment to thank him for creating this perfect morsel of an angel, just for him to wreck.
He can’t help the pleased hum that escapes his lips.
The dark, almost predatory eyes constantly on Taehyung, watching his every move, make him feel incredibly flustered. He can’t understand why the eyes seem to be getting even darker when he pulls the incredibly tight clothes on.
“These feel like they’ve shrunk. Isn’t there anything else I can wear?” Taehyung tries, annoyed at how small his voice sounds.
“But that’s what you always wear to bed, honey.” Jungkook responds, emphasising the endearment, making sure to take full, unfair advantage of his husbandly role.
He reaches to grab Taehyung’s waist again, allowing a finger or two to slip under the stretchy fabric of the t-shirt, to caress the curve of the rib cage.
He admires the red that so easily seems to colour the soft cheeks.
He tugs at the waist to get Taehyung to move toward the bedroom and he follows suit, admiring the billowing ass in front of him and he simply can’t help it: he slaps it, hard enough to make it jiggle. Taehyung squeals and jumps away, looking at Jungkook as if wounded, rubbing circles on his ass.
Jungkook grins, not least bit apologetic.
Jungkook considers his options. He wonders if he should seduce the Angel now. He seems reactive enough, already susceptible to his charms… if he’d be able to use his powers, he would have done it already but he knows that Yoongi was right in saying that the eventual enjoyment will be more intense, the harder the challenge.
So he decides for baby steps.
The Angel’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets when Jungkook lifts the covers and gestures for Taehyung to get in first before switching off the bedside lamp.
In the newfound darkness, Taehyung considers his options too, he considers every single excuse he could possibly give to “his husband” as to why he doesn’t want to sleep in the bed with him and comes up empty.
It’s only now that he realises how unfair his set task is.
He’s totally been set up. Again.
There’s no way he can decline sleeping with his own husband without raising suspicion but at the same time, if he does sleep with him, it is likely he will end up where he cannot go for fear of losing his challenge: life of sin.
Catch-22.
Either way, he’s doomed to fail.
There’s no way out.
Perhaps the bigger problem for Taehyung in the grand scheme of things is the fact that as soon as he slides in between the cool sheets, suddenly whatever is happening in Heaven is so far away that it no longer even seems that important in comparison to what is happening right now, right in front of him.
This feels more real than anything in Heaven ever has.
With this realisation, something inside Taehyung shifts, and with this new tentative mood he settles down, highly aware of Jungkook following directly after him.
Under the covers, Taehyung thinks the safest position has to be facing away from the figure lying down simply too close to him… until there is a heated body that practically wraps itself around him, the shape snug against him all the way from top to bottom.
When a smooth, hot hand suddenly strokes up his naked thigh and stops at his hip and a wet, hot breath is right at his ear, Taehyung’s insides coil strangely and again he struggles to breathe, his whole body tensing at the touch along his skin -such sensitive skin…
“Goodnight, baby.”
When the wet kiss lands on the side of Taehyung’s neck, he seems to temporarily lose control over his body and a small gasp puffs out of him and a tremble twists his spine until it arches a little, infinitesimally rolling his hips against Jungkook’s crotch.
“G-g-goodnight.” Taehyung stutters, embarrassed over his disproportionate reaction to a mere kiss.
It seems impossible to Taehyung that a single touch of lips could have such an effect on his whole body -even parts that are nowhere near where Jungkook kissed him. He can feel the tendrils of whatever it is travel all over his body, tingling at his toes, making him aware of the whole of his skin as if it has only just come alive.
If a single kiss on the neck can do that, Taehyung can’t help but to think what a kiss could do if placed somewhere else on his body… and suddenly he feels something in his shorts.
Oh no.
Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and wills his body to stop reacting by taking deep breaths.
“What’s wrong, Angel? You feel so stiff. Relax.” The soft voice hums into his ear and Taehyung feels a gentle, long stroke up and down his back and it’s… comforting. It moves his mind slowly away from tension and toward softer, calmer things.
In that floating space half way between wakefulness and sleep, Taehyung is not able to dwell on the realisation that there seems to be more than one kind of touch and more than one kind of reaction to it… this one makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He feels himself slowly melt and relax into the deep embrace, falling into oblivion while the hand still strokes gently.
The speed at which Taehyung relaxes and falls asleep under his touch surprises Jungkook. What surprises him even more is that he chooses to touch the Angel in such a way, so familiar and gentle -it’s totally unheard of.
He wasn’t expecting this at all.
What Jungkook had expected was some underlying animosity between them, despite their cover identities, since they have been created the absolute opposites of each other in every possible way -surely no cover could ever be good enough to hide that.
Not only that but their hidden agendas are in direct conflict and Jungkook is rather ruthlessly pushing his to the detriment of Taehyung’s… yet he can’t help but to feel relaxed with him, be attracted to him.
Now, if Jungkook were entirely honest with himself, he might even say he is slightly… enchanted by him.
How they lie against each other feels comfortable. Taehyung feels good against him, their bodies fit.
The softness, warmth, the rising and falling of a sleeping breath… this is different. When their breaths synchronise in the dark, it suddenly feels like their own little cocoon of warmth and Jungkook doesn’t dare to think what it means.
Of course his unexpected reaction could all be because Jungkook doesn’t really do “cuddling” or any non-sexual touching in his usual day job, it’s more get in, take what you want and get out kind of thing, there’s no lingering or slow touching, there’s no taking time to get to know someone and there’s definitely no holding someone while they sleep.
Even though the warmth and comfort are enticing him to sleep, he wants to take a moment just to look at what little he can see of the slender shape resting so comfortably in his arms in the dimness of the room.
His skin truly is divine, smooth as silk, clear and warm.
Jungkook is glad that there is no one there to observe him when he noses into the incredibly soft locks at the nape of the Angel’s neck and inhales the exquisite scent, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the pure, intense pleasure of it.
He has never smelled anything like it and he wants more of it. He can practically taste it. He can’t stop himself from wondering if this is what the Angel actually tastes like… the thought reverberates inside him and turns into an expectation that heats his insides so much that he throws his t-shirt off in an attempt to cool down.
At some point, he finally falls asleep, wrapping his arms tightly around the Angel.
The delicious scent is still there in his nostrils when Jungkook stirs from sleep.
He becomes aware of a weight on him and is surprised to find Taehyung snuggled tightly against him, head over his arm, leaning against the shoulder, so close.
Jungkook’s dick twitches at the warm hand that is covering his naked pec right over the nipple and at the leg thrown over his hips, half over his hard cock.
It’s been a few hundred years since he’s woken up with morning wood but apparently, in the right company, it can still happen.
He thinks about moving but he’s too busy admiring the long, dark, fluttering eyelashes gently shadowing the soft curve of the cheek and the pouting lips -ones that, in his mind, wrap very easily around the throbbing cock only just hiding in his pyjama bottoms.
When Taehyung stirs and stretches, he rubs himself against the hip between his legs and it becomes obvious Jungkook isn’t the only one with an early morning hard-on.
In his sleepy daze, Taehyung doesn’t even realise he’s doing it but he ruts against the hip again and moans a little because the friction feels so good, so, so good.
It’s not until he nuzzles into the hot skin and smells the divine fresh and green forest smell that it suddenly all comes back to him.
He jolts awake fully and tries to pull away but Jungkook holds him tight around the shoulders and grabs his wrist to keep the fingers splayed on his naked chest. When Taehyung still tries to struggle away, Jungkook rolls over on top of him, holding the slender wrists down, pressing them deeply into the mattress. The dark eyes gazing up at him turn into saucers, filling with panic.
“Good morning, precious. Why are you so feisty today? Not that I’m complaining…” His teasing words are emphasised by a hip roll against Taehyung, their firm cocks happily rubbing against each other with only a few measly thin layers of fabric between them.
Taehyung gulps mouthfuls of air yet none of it seems to be going into his lungs, he just feels dizzy, his heart beating so hard he’s sure it’s going to burst out of his chest and fly away.
There’s too much going on, just too much sensation.
The body heat, the hardness, the smell, the tightness of the grip on his wrists.
Never before in his whole life has Taehyung ever been in a situation where he is made so vulnerable by someone, unable to move or escape -or where he’s having his dick rubbed against another- and the combination of it all is catastrophic on his mental aptitude.
Something snaps inside his head and just like that he just moans, mouth open, eye lashes fluttering while his back arches, lifting him against the rock hard figure above.
There seems very little point but Taehyung attempts to control himself.
The sudden heat on his face is probably hot enough to fry food on. He can’t bring himself to look at the man on top of him -he feels so ashamed of his own body’s lewd behaviour that he simply can’t face him.
He fights, tries to wriggle away but Jungkook is just too heavy on top of him -leaving Taehyung trapped, unable to move a muscle.
“Baby. Look at me.” Jungkook whispers, his tone so much darker than before that it makes things throb.
Taehyung shakes his head, squeezes his eyes shut tighter.
“Look. At. Me.” Jungkook tempts further, his voice almost purring and Taehyung feels it right at the base of his spine, where it hums loudly.
He refuses so Jungkook decides to push it, see how far he can take this… he rolls his hips again, to which the Angel responds to with a soundless scream, he’s eyes flying open, gaze immediately caught by Jungkook towering directly above him.
“I-I-I think you s-s-should let m-me go…” Taehyung stutters in a quiet whisper, without any conviction, his throat so tight with what can only be lust that he can hardly get the words out. Mustn’t do this, I mustn’t. Taehyung tries to remind himself but he’s no longer sure why.
“Really? It doesn’t seem like you want me to…” Jungkook makes a point at looking down at their embracing meaty mounds and then challenges Taehyung with a cocky lift of his eyebrow.
When there is no answer, Jungkook takes a chance and leans down to taste Taehyung’s long, graceful neck.
The whole of Taehyung is in utter chaos with conflicting feelings so the second Jungkook’s lips touch his neck, everything becomes a whole torrent of confusion that is entirely uncontainable.
There is a weird dread mixed with heated anticipation, inevitability and need when Taehyung thinks what he’s been feeling from the very second he first lay his eyes on Jungkook. The incredible pull, the attraction, the bizarre need to be right here, right now, only with him and no one else.
But he also remembers why he was sent here, he remembers every single detail, every single task, every single aim and test that has brought him here, he remembers how hard he has worked for decades, centuries even…. and in this very moment in time all that means absolutely… nothing.
He has never wanted anything more than he wants this. He wants to kiss Jungkook.
Even when he has no idea how to do it or what it might feel like, his whole existence, his entire physical being is so drawn to Jungkook that it must know something Taehyung doesn’t.
But angels are not supposed to want -because it’s a sin to engage in carnal acts, to enjoy things, to want things.
His body doesn’t care, it just burns, so, so bright.
In his final act of futility, he tries to resist. Desperately.
The words are there, almost hanging off his lips but he can’t make them come out because the soft lips and the tongue, oh the tongue is right there, licking and the mouth is kissing and sucking on his neck and it feels so good, too good, all Taehyung can do is bite his lip to stop the moans from flying out of his mouth at the touch… -it feels so much better than anything he has ever felt in his hundreds and hundreds of years of existence.
But when Jungkook starts moving further down, Taehyung panics, trying to yank his wrists free to no avail.
“N-n-n-no, no, what are you doing?! Please…. I-I..” he pants, still blindly attempting to deny himself the thing he wants the most, his voice in direct contrast to his words. He might as well be begging for it the way he sings with need.
The husky pleads are replaced by a loud shameless scream when Jungkook bites gently at a nipple through the thin fabric.
Taehyung’s hips stutter, his whole body bending, writhing, his head flinging back in a complete loss of bodily co-ordination from the lashings of heat that crack inside him, slicing through muscle and vein in bright white so intense that for a brief moment Taehyung wonders if he might have died and transcended somewhere beyond Heaven.
When the Incubus tugs at the nub on the other side with his teeth, a sound so low and animalistic it surely shouldn’t be coming out of an angel, rips out of Taehyung and hits Jungkook right in his twitching cock.
“Oh my….” he grins and Taehyung whines. It’s right then that Jungkook knows he has already won.
The Angel’s cock strains under the already soaking wet, thin fabric and Jungkook decides this is his moment, he can’t stop now.
Moving further down, instead of releasing the wrists, Jungkook drags them with him until they are along Taehyung’s hips. Positioning himself strategically, he is able to hold the whole of the Angel down by pinning the wrists and settling over the thighs, leaving his face conveniently aligned with the damp, twitching mound.
He blows gently over the naked midriff where the t shirt has ridden up and feels the Angel tremble under him, so needy, so desperate.
He doesn’t even touch, just breathes over the rock-hard rod, the hot air easily breaching the wet fabric and that’s all it takes for Taehyung to whine loudly, his head flicking from side to side, eyes closed.
“Should I stop…?” Jungkook says, stalling, teasing.
“Yes…hmgh what?…ng… sss-s- stop?” Taehyung sobs virtually incoherent with need, his hips trying to grind against Jungkook despite his indecisive words. A small word escapes.
“Please.” The Angel’s cheeks are bright red, the tint reaching all the way down his throat and chest and Jungkook has never seen anything more delectable.
“Please what, baby?” He blows over the honey skin again, causing a cascade of visible chills to travel over the rapidly rising and falling belly and Taehyung moans, his fingers gripping the bedsheets with urgency.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Taehyung shakes his head desperately, whining under his breath, every single muscle of his body straining, his forehead glimmering with tiny beads of moisture.
“I need you to say it, Taehyung.” Jungkook almost (emphasis on almost) feels bad for reducing the Angel into such a needy mess but he can’t bring himself to regret it because he has never seen anything as delicious as the desperately writhing man underneath him.
He can’t imagine what Taehyung will be like when he actually has his wicked way with him if this is how he is when he hasn’t even touched him. The anticipation tightens everything inside him.
“P-p-please…” Taehyung whispers, clearly embarrassed, while Jungkook waits patiently for the confirmation that he knows is forthcoming.
“T-t-touch me. Please.” When Taehyung finally says it, his entire body slumps, relaxing, giving into the temptation of sin.
It was always going to happen, Taehyung knows that now. The attraction, the pull or whatever it is, it was simply too strong to resist, Taehyung too weak for anything else.
But at least he admits to himself that he has never been happier to fail.
He doesn’t know what to expect. He’s incredibly scared and excited and filled with need all at the same time and the soup of it just swirls inside him, pressing on his chest, making Taehyung fight for every breath as if it were his last.
The harsh fingers wrapping around his wrists are like shackles, unforgiving and hard and Taehyung is still in denial over how good it feels to be held down, to be made to… submit.
He braves a glance down toward Jungkook who is hovering over his… parts and when the man lifts his entirely black eyes, like shiny beads of haematite, to meet his they stare right into Taehyung’s soul. The darkness doesn’t let go of Taehyung’s gaze when the mouth lowers, closer and closer to the bobbing cock trying to poke its way through the damp fabric.
Jungkook lingers on purpose, delaying to tease, taking his sweet time to torture and the closer he gets, the more horrified the look on the Angel’s face becomes until his eyes finally flick up to the skies as if he were praying for help or perhaps even for forgiveness.
But the second the hot mouth lands, the soft lips smearing over the wetly covered stiffness, Taehyung convulses, his head flinging back, spine arching, waist lifting off the bed, his wrists pulling hard against their fleshy restraints.
And he moans, he moans and Jungkook can feel it throb in his cock.
The ruthless grip doesn’t give an inch, it holds tight, the Incubus weighing the Angel down while his hot mouth wraps over the whole tip of Taehyung’s cock through the fabric.
The sob is loud, melding with a moan so filthy that it seems incredible to think that the Angel hasn’t done this before, that his body knows none of this.
The thought pulses stronger and stronger inside Jungkook. The knowledge that he is the only person ever to have touched the delight under him, the only person to have heard those moans and sobs fall from those lush lips. It’s a heady realisation and it makes Jungkook want to claim the Angel for himself all the more.
There is a growl tickling at the back of his throat and he wants to let it out, he wants to unleash himself and rip the Angel to pieces with his lust. He wants to make him cry with joy, weep with ecstasy, beg with such desperation he’d wish he were back in Heaven.
Jungkook decides that yes, the Angel will not know what hit him by the time he’s done with him.
Jungkook starts to move his mouth with more determination over the leaking muscle. He can already tell that it is not going to take a lot to make the Angel come, he is so sensitive and turned on that it would probably be enough just to snap his fingers and he’d be putty.
So he mouths over the wet fabric, lapping and nibbling, circling his tongue over the straining cock, along the edge, down the stem, taking as much of the head in as he is able to and suckling it through the fabric.
Then the whole of Taehyung tenses. Jungkook can feel it begin at the feet, toes curling, muscles tensing, his hips trying desperately to lift, the arms fighting Jungkook’s tight hold, long neck stretching to tilt the head back. The sound that comes out of Taehyung’s mouth is like a low purr before he screams and all tension leaves his body.
The room sounds almost eerily quiet after the noises of only a moment before.
Slowly, Jungkook releases Taehyung’s wrists, a little ashamed to notice that they are bruised from his unforgiving grip. In a very uncharacteristic bout of regret, Jungkook lifts the wrists to his mouth and kisses them gently, as if apologising to the skin.
He climbs up to Taehyung who is entirely motionless, his glistening eyes staring at the ceiling. There are tears running down from the corners of his eyes and just for the briefest of moments, Jungkook feels regret somewhere deep in the recesses of his black heart.
Lying down next to the suddenly very fragile being, Jungkook says:
“Hey, you OK?” there’s a previously unheard softness in his voice.
The lush lips wobble and a torrent of new tears stream down Taehyung’s temples when he shakes his head and turns to Jungkook.
Without even looking up at him, Taehyung buries his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and sobs into it, the smooth, warm skin of the Incubus soaking up the tears.
“Did I hurt you?” Jungkook asks, actually concerned.
Furious shake of Taehyung’s head is the only answer to Jungkook’s question.
Taehyung is overwhelmed. Entirely, completely, utterly overwhelmed -his tears a testament to that.
When he was an angel he didn’t even know he could cry (or why anyone would want to) and now, the emotions that are hacking his insides to pieces tell him everything he didn’t know he needed to know.
This single act of momentary pleasure that he asked -begged- for, has destroyed everything Taehyung has worked for, dedicated his life to for decades.
Everything he is and has been up to this moment has been made null and void by his inability to resist temptation…
… and he couldn’t care less.
This is because for the first time in his whole life he feels free -he’s done something because he wanted to do it. He chose to do it. He didn’t do it because it was expected of him, because it was a task, another hoop to jump through…
No, this, here, happened because he wanted it to happen, he made it happen, just for himself.
The realisation is… profound. Overwhelming.
He never asked to be an angel. He never thought there were alternatives. He didn’t know what he was missing by being an angel -he only ever thought being an angel was the biggest honour there was.
The epitome of existence, to be close to God.
“I-I’m fine.” Taehyung nuzzles against the pulsing vein on Jungkook’s neck and wants to kiss it. “I’m fine. I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure what happened there, I’m sorry if I worried you.”
Still not quite able to look Jungkook in the eye, Taehyung pulls away a little, suddenly very aware of the mess in his pants.
“I-I need to go for a wash.” He whispers and turns away without looking at Jungkook, face wet with tears.
Jungkook moves to go with him but Taehyung just puts a hand up to stop him.
Taehyung can’t get over the feeling of being betrayed. The feeling of being kept in the dark like some child too young to know the ways of the world, he has been denied freedom to explore, to make his own mind up about what his world should be like.
Being created an angel, Taehyung has never had any choice but to live an extremely limited and sheltered life, away from things that are much more real than anything in Heaven.
All he can think about are the wasted decades, centuries even. Doing nothing of consequence when he could have been living.
The thing that made him fall apart in Jungkook’s arms wasn’t the loss of his virtue, it wasn’t even the risk of losing his angelic status. No.
The thing that has him in pieces is the realisation that all he’s going to have, is six days.
Six days to fill himself to the brim with experiences that need to last him the rest of his eternal life.
The thought of going back to Heaven, to the now too clinical a world of before, is the reason Taehyung is upset and not because of Jungkook.
The bitter taste suddenly on his tongue goes perfectly with the dark feeling inside.
Taehyung doesn’t want to be an angel anymore. There is nothing for him in Heaven, he realises that now.
Everybody hates him. He hates himself when he’s there -that cold, dead thing that he has been for as long as he can remember, the thing that feels nothing, wants nothing but to succeed yet does nothing of consequence, only follows the footsteps already carved out in front of him.
Never again, Taehyung thinks.
When the door clicks shut and the sound of the shower filters through the bathroom door, Jungkook sits on the side of the bed in confusion.
What the hell just happened?
Jungkook has never experienced his partners crying after sex. His always eager and willing victims have been known to suffer from orgasmic stupor, elated mood, spent exhaustion yes, but not inconsolable tears.
But that’s not even the weirdest thing about it. Absolutely the weirdest thing about it… is this dark heaviness in the pit of his stomach that he can only describe as concern -that’s how unfamiliar the feeling is to him that initially, he doesn’t even recognise it as such.
He’s actually concerned, worried that he’s hurt the Angel. Taehyung. That he’s hurt Taehyung.
Since when has the top Incubus of Hell cared about his conquests, since when is he concerned over other people’s wellbeing, let alone their feelings?
Well of course the answer is never.
He gets up and grabs a black t-shirt from the wardrobe just when Taehyung comes out of the bathroom.
Jungkook’s stomach twists with something unfamiliar when he sees the suddenly subdued Angel drag his feet, wrapped in a huge towel, looking lost.
“I-I need some clothes.” His voice is quiet, small and all Jungkook wants to do is make whatever is making him like that go away.
Instead, he finds a loose t-shirt and sweats.
Clearly no longer bothered about being naked in front of Jungkook, Taehyung drops the towel and puts the clothes on in silence.
Once dressed, he finally looks at Jungkook who is taken aback by the darkness he sees in there -surely not something that should be possible for a pure and innocent angel… suddenly it occurs to him that Taehyung isn’t that innocent, is he?
Not anymore.
The weight of the consequences of his actions suddenly bears down on him and there is something not too dissimilar to regret swirling in the depths of him.
Even before he decides to do it, his legs are already walking toward Taehyung and even his arms seem to have a mind of their own when they automatically wrap around the slender shape whose arms stay limp at his sides when he’s pulled into an embrace.
Jungkook holds him, a hand at the waist, another at the back of the neck in the damp curls, just holding him close, pulling him tight against him.
“I’m sorry, what happened, are you OK?” he whispers into the Angel’s ear, genuinely sorry, even though he doesn’t fully understand what for.
Finally the slender arms lift and respond, wrapping loosely around Jungkook’s waist, face nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
“I’m fine, totally fine.” His voice still a little wobbly.
“C’mon, let’s have some food. How about we then just take it easy, lounge about and watch a film?” Jungkook suggests.
Taehyung straightens out and finally his face looks a little brighter. “Sounds good.”
A few slices of toast later they find themselves on the large couch, trying to choose what to watch. Taehyung’s never watched TV so he lets Jungkook choose, just says he doesn’t want anything scary.
“Oh don’t worry darling, I’m here to protect you!” Jungkook wraps his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, pulls him closer and winks, teasing.
After everything that‘s already happened, you would think Taehyung would be immune to the man’s charms, but no, when the wide, warm smile lifts and lights his face -so wide that the corners of his eyes wrinkle and the large dark eyes almost disappear- Taehyung finds his stomach falling and falling and falling and he doesn’t know if he’s ever going to find it again.
So he smiles, his cheeks burning, and looks away, suddenly feeling incredibly shy, not missing the cheeky, cocky smirk on Jungkook’s face before he does.
Some average film with an average name is chosen and Taehyung already knows he’s not going to watch any of it, no matter how hard he’ll try and concentrate.
They start off sitting next to each other but it doesn’t take long for them to get closer until Taehyung ends up lying leisurely in between Jungkook’s legs, comfortably leaning back against him while they watch something totally uninteresting.
Taehyung has no idea what the storyline is, he can’t focus on anything when he’s so close to the man who made him feel the most he has ever felt before, all he can concentrate on is how his skin screams, stretching so tight, his insides refusing to settle -instead they knot and demand. So needy.
He wants more, he wants to know how other, different things will feel. He wants to feel those lips on his mouth, his skin, his… everywhere.
But there are still doubts that pillage inside him. Taehyung can’t figure out why he has this hum of impending doom at the very pit of his stomach, this constant tint of unease, nor can he understand why he still sometimes feels that there is more to Jungkook than him just being his “husband” -it’s been long enough to not be able to blame it on potential transition effects.
Does it really matter? Taehyung asks himself when the thoughts inside his mind have bounced around one too many times.
He can spend the little time he has here (in other words, the only time he will ever, in his whole remaining life, be free) worrying about something that he’s not even certain of, or he can just go for it, throw all worry to the wind and enjoy it, risk it…?
After all, what’s the worst that can happen? Is that any worse than what’s already going to happen to him -because of what they have done- when he goes back to Heaven?
I’m doomed either way. Taehyung realises and it gives him an unexpected sense of reckless freedom.
Anyone would understand the choice Taehyung makes.
He shoves all the worries and doubts he has deep inside himself and the only thing he decides to concentrate on is the feeling of the hard body underneath him and the brief amount of freedom he will have to enjoy it.
Taehyung finds that while he has been musing over everything, he has turned onto his front and placed his face over Jungkook’s heart, his arms around him, hands squeezed deep between the body under him and the couch.
In response, a hand now cups the back of his head and another reaches to splay over his ribs and back, the thick thighs gently squeezing on either side of him.
A small, contented sigh escapes Taehyung when he moulds against the warm body, wondering how he ever existed without this. Such intimacy.
“Hey…”
There is a gentle hand sliding over Taehyung’s hair.
Taehyung blinks.
“You fell asleep. I don’t know how you can fall asleep at like 11am but it’s cute. You snore. And dribble.” He tries to say it in all seriousness but his lips purse in an effort to stop a smile from escaping -it ruins the effect he’s going for.
That gets Taehyung up quick enough, sitting up between Jungkook’s thighs tomato red from embarrassment, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I do not!!” Without thinking, he slaps Jungkook’s chest so hard he goes ooof.
“Look, I have evidence!” Jungkook sits up, grins, puffs out his chest and points at the front of his t-shirt that, indeed, has some wet marks on it.
Taehyung groans and turns away, sinking his face into his hands while standing up to walk away to die from mortification in peace.
“Oh no you don’t!” Jungkook giggles and grabs around Taehyung’s waist. He yanks him back, inadvertently landing Taehyung slap bang in the middle of his lap, the soft, lush ass right on his crotch.
For a moment, all Jungkook can see is his strong fingers wrapped around the lush hips so deliciously situated right in front of him, weighing sweetly and precisely on his cock. He feels an immediate twitch and he can’t help but to wonder if Taehyung felt it too.
Going by the immediate stiffness going up his spine, he figures the answer to that would be a resounding yes.
Feeling awkward for some strange reason, Jungkook clears his throat a little and helps Taehyung up.
“Let’s have something to eat -I just remembered we have some strawberries from last night, I meant to offer them with the meal…” he pushes gently on Taehyung’s lower back to direct him toward the kitchen area.
Taehyung can hardly walk -mainly because he can hardly breathe. He can hardly breathe because his insides are currently being incinerated by the lingering feeling of hands holding him firmly over the waist, around his hips, and by the vision of the dark eyes clearly burning while admiring Taehyung when he was getting up and braved a look under his lashes.
“Do you like strawberries?” Jungkook asks, forgetting the fact that, as a husband, he should know this kind of thing.
Jungkook is a little breathless, his glossy eyes sparkling so bright that Taehyung decides the darkness he thought he saw dwelling there had to have been a figment of his imagination and nothing more.
He reaches out to Taehyung, offering his hand even though the kitchen is only a few metres away and Taehyung smiles brightly, nodding without any knowledge of what strawberries taste like. He has always wanted to taste one though.
Jungkook plants him in front of the crockery cupboard and goes to get the strawberries out of the fridge. He also brings some kind of white cylindrical, bottle-shaped container.
“Grab a few bowls? Small ones.” Jungkook instructs, grabbing a small knife to get the green bits off.
Taehyung places two bowls onto the work surface and looks at the red spheres with undisguised curiosity.
It’s impossible not to react to this face, this face full of unbridled curiosity and innocence that Taehyung makes when he sees something he clearly hasn’t seen before.
Jungkook wonders what it must be like to never have eaten or slept or.. had sex… and then do all of them for the first time over a very short period of time.
He wonders what it would be like to taste a strawberry for the first time. He can’t imagine it. He can’t imagine living without having had a taste of something that sweet… and suddenly he has an inexplicably strong need to make it special for Taehyung.
He chooses one, a perfectly symmetrical, shiny, red strawberry with bright yellow seeds embedded in it that look like tiny nuggets of gold. He lifts it up by the small green leaves to show it to Taehyung who eyes it with suspicion.
Jungkook chuckles and takes a bite as if showing an alien who has never seen one that it’s safe to eat it. Automatically his eyes close and a deep hum resonates in his chest when the sweet juiciness spreads in his mouth.
“Hmm.. delicious. You want one?”
Taehyung’s eyes are keen and shiny, he’s staring so intently Jungkook wants to laugh but doesn’t have the heart to, he can’t tell him it’s just a strawberry when Taehyung stares at it as if it were a precious jewel of some sort.
The Angel nods silently -several, small, eager nods.
Picking up the clear, plastic container, Jungkook offers it to Taehyung so he can choose one but the Angel just stares at it like he doesn’t know what to do. So Jungkook picks up a big, juicy strawberry and holds it up by the leaves, pointing it up to the skies.
Taehyung takes a half a step closer, right into Jungkook’s space, and wraps his long, slender fingers around the hand that holds the strawberry, to steady it.
He looks at the redness, he looks at Jungkook and back again, then licks his lush lips in anticipation.
His mouth slightly open, he moves to bite into the strawberry and as soon as his lips touch it, the dark, soft eyes are suddenly staring directly at Jungkook, so close.
When the full lips wrap around the berry and he bites, the juices dripping everywhere, there is more than a twitch in Jungkook’s pants when the sound of utter pleasure gushes out of the man in front of him. The moan is practically orgasmic -even his eyes are rolling to the back of his head.
His fingers tighten around Jungkook’s while he hums and chews -mouth pouting- like he’s worried the strawberry will be taken away before he has the chance to finish all of it.
“There’s more, don’t worry.” Jungkook reassures, unable to stop grinning. Taehyung is adorable when his pink, juicy lips jut out while he waits for the next one.
“Hang on, this is even better.”
He reaches for the white bottle and starts shaking it.
Grabbing a strawberry, he holds it pointing up again but this time he aims the white nozzle at it. Taehyung jumps when the white, cloud-like stuff starts spurting out of it with a loud hiss, covering the strawberry with a big pile of it on top.
“Open up…” Jungkook models the open mouth to Taehyung as if he were getting ready to feed a toddler but something goes wrong.
Eager Taehyung meets him too quickly and ends up knocking the strawberry off his fingers -but not before making a complete mess with the cream, of himself and Jungkook’s fingers.
The creamy digits hover mid-air, in front of Taehyung’s mouth, somehow indecisive.
As soon as Taehyung tastes the soft sweetness on his own lips and hums with pleasure, not thinking twice about it, he wraps his fingers around the hand still in front of him and brings the fingers to his mouth to lick them clean.
He licks the knuckles first, then all the way up the fingers. He hums, enjoying the taste.
It isn’t until his eyes meet Jungkook’s that he realises that something has shifted. There is a pink tinting the man’s cheeks and he’s licking his lips in nervousness… or something.
Immediately, the intense, dark eyes remind Taehyung of how Jungkook looked when he was about to engulf his soaking wet cock hiding in the pyjama bottoms with his mouth. He’s thinking about that, Taehyung realises.
Without giving himself too much time to think, Taehyung wraps his lips around the fingers and sucks a little.
Jungkook actually moans quietly, eyes rolling, his other hand flying to the side of Taehyung’s neck for support.
Testing the feeling, Taehyung moves up and down a few times, tongue flitting between the wet, slippery fingers before he pulls away slowly, his wide, dark eyes staring at Jungkook with poorly disguised want.
Suddenly, a tender thumb travels along Taehyung’s jawline to circle around to his mouth and the small clouds of cream still there get slowly caressed and smothered into the lush lips and Jungkook can’t take it anymore, the temptation is too much.
“Taehyung… fuck. You’re absolutely killing me...” He breathes heavily.
All hell breaks loose and in a second Jungkook’s mouth is on Taehyung’s. Hard and demanding.
Strawberries and cream scatter all over the floor when Jungkook slams against the Angel and shoves him harshly against the kitchen units, slender waist bending over the worktop when hips push against hips.
Taehyung moans into their mouths and gives Jungkook a complete surprise when he gives as good as he gets, his long fingers twisting into Jungkook’s hair, yanking, demanding more, fingers fisting into the t-shirt, nails clawing at the back of his neck.
There’s so much Jungkook wants to touch that he doesn’t know where to start, his fingers are itching to get to every curve of the Angel’s body and just make him weep.
Before he even has the chance to sneak his fingers underneath Taehyung’s top, demanding fingers yank at his own and Taehyung blurts, as if drunk “Off! Offoff!”
Taehyung tries to breathe while Jungkook yanks the t-shirt over his head, revealing an expanse of toned, tattooed flesh. There is a significant lack of air in Taehyung’s lungs when he thinks that this could be it -that he could be getting what he has been wanting to have since the moment he had his first taste of carnal pleasures.
Tension gathers inside Taehyung’s whole body until he’s wound up so tight that it can’t stop moving, pushing, pulling, rocking, rubbing. Taehyung just wants.
Warm hands cup Taehyung’s face gently, thumbs running along his messy lips and Jungkook’s dark, sparkly eyes, like black pools in the moonlight, stare at him in awe, the mouth below them gaping with a distinct lack of words.
“Taehyung… Taehyung, Taehyung.” The word is like a caress the way it travels up and down Taehyung’s skin, burning where their bodies join at the hip, hardness against hardness.
Taehyung’s hands splay over the delicious pecs in front of him, tentatively running over the soft skin, admiring, discovering, driving Jungkook mad with want. Jungkook needs more, he needs to claim all the real estate there is to claim on Taehyung -all of it has to belong to him and no one else.
He yanks harshly to get Taehyung’s mouth back on his, pushing his tongue deep into the wet hum while he claws at the lush ass, his greedy hands stealing grabs of flesh by sneaking inside Taehyung’s sweats.
As soon as the fingers touch skin, the whole of Taehyung arches and he moans so loudly, his hips desperately grinding against the hardness, a leg lifting up to Jungkook’s hip.
“Ohh… P-please.” Taehyung whines.
“Please what?”
Jungkook is so turned on that he’s panting, breathing against the lush mouth, lips just brushing against the smooth flesh between syllables while he grinds against Taehyung. His whole body is burning and heaving as if he’d just been running, just from touching and kissing the Angel.
“I need more. Touch me…” Taehyung opens his eyes for a moment long enough to meet the dark gaze, long enough for Jungkook to no longer hesitate, all the doubts over whether this is the right course of action vanishing in the face of all the need burning in the chocolate eyes.
Not wasting a moment longer, Jungkook turns Taehyung around with rough hands, bending him over the countertop, immediately running his hands along the spine under the soft fabric. Impatient and eager to see skin, he yanks the top off and does the same to the slacks and underwear, leaving the delectable Angel standing buck naked in the middle of the messy kitchen.
Standing right behind Taehyung, their bodies touching, Jungkook speaks with his lips against the tender flesh of Taehyung’s neck.
“I want to eat you. All of you. I want to taste you and see if you taste as good as you smell… because fuck! You smell so damn good I don’t ever want to stop smelling you…” Jungkook mumbles, almost incoherent, against the silky skin while his hands grip Taehyung’s hips, his swollen cock nudging back and forth in the naked groove, only hindered by the fabric of his slacks.
Taehyung leans back against him, eyes closed, already so into it that Jungkook is not even sure if he’s heard what he said… until Taehyung slides a hand between them and squeezes Jungkook’s hard cock through the thin fabric.
“I want you…”
It’s all he says. That’s all Jungkook needs to hear.
Jungkook is greedy, he wants it all, he wants to touch and taste, knead and yank, the want in him is so desperate that his cock is leaking into his pants, desperately throbbing and demanding attention.
Taehyung’s ass cheeks are so soft, so pliable that Jungkook doesn’t want to stop squeezing them, patting them, kneading them, pulling them apart.
“I’m going to make you feel so good Taehyung, I promise.”
Suddenly, Jungkook kneels behind Taehyung, his fingers still at his buttocks.
“W-what are you doing?” Taehyung asks, not in a panic, just very curious and confused as to why Jungkook might be on the cold floor on his knees.
He doesn’t have to wait long to find out when the hot, wet tongue slides softly over his hole.
Taehyung had thought that Jungkook’s mouth over his cock was going to be the most amazing thing he’d ever feel but having the said mouth in his ass is so much better that Taehyung can actually feel tears burning behind his eyelids.
He sobs. “Oh my goodness, Jungkook, what is.. why does it… s’good…hmm.” Practically falling over the counter, he claws at the smooth worktop, trying to find something to hold on to because it feels like legs are going to give out.
The pleasure of the silky, wet heat rolling right over Taehyung’s sensitive flesh has him going mad with want.
“You’re delightful, Taehyung, positively edible…” Jungkook mutters between little sucks and kisses on Taehyung’s mouth-watering cheeks, every nip sending shoots of pleasure to every corner of Taehyung’s body.
Even though he’d never able to remember that far back, Jungkook tries to recall the first time he ever had sex. He tries to remember the revelation, the discovery of new facets to his body, the new awareness of the pleasure available to him from that moment on.
There is something between them that rejuvenates Jungkook. It’s like he feels young again -somehow refreshed out of his sexual apathy, released from the darkness for a moment to be in the light with the otherworldly being gasping above him.
He thinks how much he would give to feel that newness again.
He’s almost jealous of Taehyung who is currently going through his profound awakening made even more intense than Jungkook’s ever was because Taehyung is an angel with no experience of the physical world. Yet, at the same time Jungkook feels infinitely blessed to be the one to show him this new realm of pleasure.
He wants to be the one to give Taehyung this gift, to fulfil all his desires, to make him feel more than he ever could with anyone else, human or demon alike.
This moment here is going to be theirs and theirs alone and Jungkook is going to be the very thing that no one else is ever going to be after him: Taehyung’s first.
It suddenly occurs to Jungkook that his reasons for wanting to ravish the Angel are infinitely removed from his original aim.
In a short time, Taehyung has him questioning not only his agenda but also his purpose in life. His desire to debase all things holy has morphed into a need to pleasure, to give -not take- and Jungkook is afraid to think what that could mean.
After all, why would an incubus want to make an angel happy… especially when the two can never exist in the same realm.
Whatever plans Jungkook may have had with regards to making Taehyung feel good, it suddenly becomes obvious that the supposedly docile Angel has plans of his own -ones that include things other than him just lying down and meekly receiving whatever Jungkook gives him.
Taehyung turns and shoves Jungkook onto the floor amongst the scattered strawberries and without invitation straddles over the Demon’s patchy sweats in all his nude glory, his shiny blushing cock standing in full salute, a sight that would never be seen on someone in their pure angelic form -which makes the sight even more lewd for an angel. It’s practically sacrilege.
The thought alone has Jungkook nearly coming in his pants.
Leaning over Jungkook, Taehyung grabs a strawberry from the box and brings it to the pink lips under him and allows a small bite before smearing the juices all over the slightly pouty lips. With his eyes shining, he leans over to lick the juices and to nibble at the wet flesh of the strawberry and Jungkook’s lips in turn. Briefly their tongues mingle in the sweet, red flavour of the strawberry, Taehyung’s moans dripping into the depths of Jungkook’s mouth.
“I want to make you feel good too, Jungkook.” He whispers with a voice much rougher than before, much less angelic, and Jungkook feels it on his skin like electricity.
Jungkook is caught off guard when Taehyung suddenly grips his wrists and presses them firmly down on the floor above his head. Jungkook tries to recall if he has ever allowed anyone do that and comes up with nothing.
Taehyung does a final flick of his tongue over the sweet, pink lips before he moves down, making a path of delicate kisses along Jungkook’s soft skin. He hesitates a little because he doesn’t really know what he’s doing but then decides to copy Jungkook’s actions from before -he knows how nice that feels. Taehyung has always been good at winging it, why should now be any different?
When Jungkook moans and arches due to a simple kiss and a lick on his throat, it makes Taehyung realise how much power he holds and it runs straight to his head. He decides it’s unlikely he will ever want to live without this.
Taehyung feels the covered hardness below him when he moves further down to lick and nibble on the small, perfect nubs perching on the firm meaty hillocks of Jungkook’s chest.
The man under him writhes and despite his physical stature he looks almost vulnerable with his hands above his head, his face pained with need, brows furrowing, mouth open in a moan. It’s hot, so hot that Taehyung feels it deep in his gut. I did that, he thinks and purrs at the thought. He is falling apart because of me.
What a heady feeling.
When he reaches the waistband of the sweats, nervousness almost gets the better of him. He runs tentative fingers over the impressive mound twitching under the fabric and it’s Jungkook’s turn to whine.
Biting his lip, Taehyung goes for it quickly, not giving himself the chance to hesitate, and pulls the fabric down. He gasps at the sight.
Not messing about, not wasting a single moment of his remaining six days, Taehyung yanks the pants all the way down and off so that Jungkook is finally as naked as he is, both of them sprawled amongst the strawberries on the cold kitchen floor, too eager and lost in the moment to consider going anywhere else lest the intensity of the moment disappears from their grasp.
Fearless, Taehyung reaches for the impressive rod and is surprised by its smoothness, the silky texture. It’s so hard yet covered so softly it makes Taehyung want to keep touching it -especially when Jungkook seems to be an absolute mess over him doing so.
But the problem is, of course, that Taehyung has no idea what to do with it.
He thinks about what Jungkook did with it but considers this a different scenario given that earlier Taehyung had pants on… the only other time Jungkook clearly thought about it was when Taehyung was licking his fingers clean from the cream.
The white bottle is right there, on the floor amongst the strawberries and as if in a dream, Taehyung reaches for it.
The dark, intense eyes are on him, eyebrows rising higher the closer Taehyung brings the bottle.
“Wha…” Jungkook has no chance to say anything else before Taehyung points and squeezes, covering Jungkook’s member as if it were a ginormous, long, fat, pink strawberry. The Incubus moans at the cool, wet and bizarrely soft yet almost weightless whipped cream that makes his dick reminiscent of an open eclair, all ready for eating.
Taehyung’s eyes are gleaming and he licks his lips when he leans down to admire his handywork. His dark eyes flick to Jungkook’s and back and without a word, Taehyung has a taste.
Starting right at the very base of Jungkook’s cock, Taehyung licks gently, like a cat to a bowl of milk. He hums at the sweetness and licks again, his tongue sliding over the smooth, warm flesh.
A groan from Jungkook encourages him further so he flattens his tongue and licks a fat stripe over the side of the substantial shaft, all the while licking the cream off, eating it, enjoying the flavour and how it mixes with the strawberry taste still lingering in his mouth.
The black eyes are burning on him, not missing a flick of a tongue, not a single hum of pleasure.
The hot, tentative tongue with the cold, wet cream is such an overwhelming combination that not even Jungkook expects it. The gentle touch is made even more exciting by the fact that it’s Taehyung’s first time doing it.
It’s intoxicating. Taehyung is intoxicating.
Just the thought that an Incubus has an Angel licking at his dick is orgasm worthy and has his cock twitching and bobbing until Taehyung giggles at it.
“I think that means you like it?” he licks at his creamy lips like a cat after drinking milk, satisfied with his prowess.
“Do you want more?” Taehyung asks, cheeky grin on his face and slender fingers already wrapped around the base of the desperately swollen cock -he has no doubts over what the answer is going to be.
“P-please.”
The third thing -besides stuttering and blushing- that Jungkook never does, is beg.
Yet here he is, entirely at the mercy of an angel, begging like his life depends on it. This can’t possibly be real, Jungkook thinks.
At the same time there is nothing that could ever feel more real that the shy touch on Jungkook’s cock, the cold floor under him or the incredible beauty of the Angel wanting to pleasure him.
All his thoughts disappear into thin air when Taehyung engulfs his cock with his hot mouth.
“Oh that’s it baby, suck it.” His eyes roll when Taehyung obliges.
“Here. Turn this way.” He tugs at Taehyung’s waist while the eager mouth stays latched onto his cock.
“Straddle my face so that I can do it to you too.” Taehyung whines, refusing to let go of the cock he’s sucking and so gently holding in his hands.
Jungkook aligns Taehyung’s cock with his mouth and leans to lick it. He can feel the Angel groan over his cock. Slowly he pulls on the lush hips and sucks the heavy member (how can an angel have a cock like that?) deep into his mouth -the desperate whine that comes out of Taehyung is… heavenly.
Despite Taehyung’s best efforts, his hips stutter, pushing his cock deeper into Jungkook’s mouth. So deep that he’s worried for his comfort, but arms wrap around his hips and pull him even deeper and everything inside Taehyung squeezes in an urgent way, pushing him to roll his hips.
Jungkook’s cock swells in his mouth, the edges of it sharpening even more and even Taehyung can tell that Jungkook is struggling not to move too much, to stop himself pushing too far into Taehyung’s mouth.
Spurred on by his own pleasure, Taehyung copies Jungkook’s movements and sinks deeper and starts bobbing up and down, his own hips repeating the action and the tension inside him turns into a burn, like an unavoidable avalanche just sitting on the edge, waiting for that final push that sets it off.
Just when he thinks he can’t take anymore, that he’s just going to die from all the pleasure he is feeling, stray fingers find their way to his ass, over the sensitive flesh and rub over the hole until one pushes in, just a little bit…
“W-wait….ohmyG….” Taehyung tries to pull away, feeling the urgency build and build until he’s about to come crashing down, but Jungkook just holds him harder, firmer, encouraging the movement of the hips until Taehyung’s cock is so deep down his throat that he’s sure Jungkook must be choking on it, his finger still playing at Taehyung’s hole.
Unable to keep sucking because his mouth is so full of moans, Taehyung pulls off, carrying on the movement with his hands while his hips move, desperate for release.
He can feel it start from somewhere so deep inside, his stomach tensing, his toes curling, his hips stuttering and suddenly everything just… snaps and he screams, his cock pulsing deep in Jungkook’s throat.
At the exact same time, white spurts out of Jungkook’s cock all over Taehyung’s face, surprising him. After momentary confusion, his curiosity gets the better of him and he can’t help but to lick off the glazing covering the red, pulsing cock, just to see how it tastes.
Unable to move properly because his limbs have turned to jelly, Taehyung relies on Jungkook to push him off, to detach him and when he gets gently rolled onto the floor, he welcomes the coolness against his over-heated body.
Jungkook helps the noodle-like Taehyung onto his back on the floor and turns to him, slowly climbing on all fours over the glorious naked shape.
He has never seen anything as beautiful as Taehyung, deep red lips, his cheeks all rosy, face full of come, there’s even some in the soft dark locks over his face.
“Hey gorgeous.” He smiles and the one he gets in return is so affectionate, so wide, so familiar it makes his insides twist in an unexpected way.
“Wow.” Is all Taehyung whispers, clearly exhausted.
Jungkook leans over to lick some of the come off Taehyung’s face, over the mouth, the eyebrow.
“I’m sorry, didn’t know that was going to happen like that, didn’t mean to come on your face…” he says, a bit sheepishly -mainly because he doesn’t regret it, it’s so damn hot he could probably start all over again right now.
“Let’s go for a wash.” He stands up and offers a hand, then two when he sees how much Taehyung is having trouble standing up.
“Oh come on.” He can’t help but to smile at the pouting figure on the floor.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to my legs but they seem to have stopped working.” Taehyung giggles and the sound is like pure sunshine.
What Jungkook really wants to do is to pick up the Angel and just carry him to the bathroom but he decides against it for fear of being too… romantic.
Instead he helps Taehyung stand and holds his arm while they hobble to the bathroom, bickering about nothing in particular the whole way.
In between giggles they scrub and wash, Jungkook washes Taehyung’s hair, Taehyung scrubs Jungkook’s back and miraculously, they manage to get out of the shower without getting distracted further.
They hang out. They watch TV for hours, curled and tangled up on the couch, Jungkook tries to teach Taehyung to play cards and finally gives up when he just seems completely unable to understand even the simplest of rules.
Later, they stand on the high balcony where Jungkook points out things that Taehyung has never even noticed despite flying over it all a million times, even before there was a city here.
Jungkook opens Taehyung’s eyes to the world in so many different ways.
They watch the sun sinking in the horizon and Taehyung realises he’s never really paid any attention to it, always too busy completing his tasks and performing admirably, too busy trying so hard. And for what?
Despite their hidden and entirely opposing identities, the thing that is growing between them is sweet. A little bit tender, innocent even. Hardly something you would ever expect an Incubus to feel, let alone an Angel who has been created to feel nothing.
Yet in this in-between world, spurred on by human-like existence, Taehyung has been given the opportunity to feel and experience things that he could never experience as an Angel.
Here he can feel to his heart’s content, to experience with senses he’ll never have the chance to use again once he leaves this place.
And Taehyung feels a lot. Perhaps too much and too quickly but he can’t help it -doesn’t want to help it.
He wants it all.
Taehyung reaches his arm around Jungkook’s neck while they are still gazing at the setting sun as if neither of them have ever seen it before.
The kiss on the lips in gentle, like a feather, and long fingers touch a soft cheek in a tender stroke.
Something that Jungkook doesn’t ever remember happening before, happens.
His stomach flips and his heart aches. His dead, black heart booms at the gentle touch, at the affectionate, warm eyes… and it yearns.
Without a word, Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s hand and pulls him inside. He walks directly into the bedroom and stands himself in front of the bed, facing Jungkook.
“Make love to me.”
Taehyung whispers, his voice deep and warm but without an ounce of hesitation.
The red on his cheeks is rich, his dark hair fluffy around his beautiful face.
The richly hued rays of the setting sun streaming through the bedroom window behind him create a halo where they touch the tips of his hair, as if lighting them on fire. They tint his golden skin with even warmer hues against the angelic white of his clothes.
It is in that moment Jungkook decides he has never seen anyone more angelic than Taehyung, nor will he ever again.
So innocent and trusting -yet asking for such debauched things. The combination of the two is absolutely impossible to resist -which is just as well because there is nothing in this world nor any other that could make Jungkook do anything other than what’s requested of him.
The irony of the situation is not lost on Jungkook.
The irony of Taehyung asking him to do the very thing he has come here to tempt him with. Asking Jungkook to give him what he was going to push onto him just for a bet, a bit of light entertainment.
It no longer feels light -in fact, nothing about what’s happening here feels light. In fact, somehow this feels almost… holy. Something so important that it should be sacred and despite everything that has already happened, everything that he wants to do and has done, and despite knowing that Taehyung wants it…suddenly Jungkook hesitates.
Is this really the time to grow a conscience?
He wants to ask Taehyung if he’s sure, he wants to tell him that he understands the importance of this and that he wants to treat it with the respect it deserves… but all he can do is to pretend that this is commonplace, mundane, something that they do every day -since they are supposed to be a married couple after all.
It’s all so very far away from someone’s first time. Not someone’s -an angel’s, first time.
It doesn’t occur to Jungkook that perhaps this is the moment that he should be honest about his identity.
Or perhaps it’s too late for that now.
A hint of rejection ripples across Taehyung’s face while he waits for a reaction from Jungkook who is taking too long to respond.
While he is deep in thought, Jungkook realises that the best way he can give Taehyung and what he is offering justice, is to do this and do it properly -like no one else ever could.
So when he finally responds, he just gazes at Taehyung, really looks at him, taking in the contours of his face, the shape of his eyes, the length of his eyelashes, wanting to imprint every single detail into his memory.
He cups the beautiful face in his hands and just silently cherishes what is right in front of him, having long since forgotten his pretend role as the husband or his stupid, gratuitous motive for being here.
Right now there is only Taehyung and Jungkook and nothing else in the world exists.
“Jungkook?” There is uncertainty in the small, quiet word and wanting to reassure him, Jungkook leans over and brushes his lips against the Angel’s.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Taehyung.” He whispers, his voice breaking, helpless to stop the words tumbling out.
Taehyung inhales sharply, surprised by the tender words. His heart sings.
As much as Taehyung wants to dwell in the moment, he is painfully aware of how little time he has. He can no longer wait for another second to have what he has been dying to have -he now realises- since the very first moment he ever saw Jungkook.
The intensity of the feelings is almost too much for him, they tighten his throat, sting his eyes and squeeze his heart. No words could ever describe the way he is feeling so he lets his body do the talking.
In an impatient, almost violent a gesture, Taehyung grabs the fabric of Jungkook’s t-shirt into his fists and yanks, pulling the man against his lips roughly, devouring him.
Immediately hard hands grab around Taehyung’s waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh, bending him into the demanding embrace, arching his back, wielding him.
A hand runs up his back into the hair, lacing between the curls into a tight grip, the other slides down to harshly squeeze around a soft buttock.
Everything feels so good, Taehyung’s eyes roll already although they are yet to really begin.
“M-More… I want more.” Taehyung pants and Jungkook, eager to oblige, practically throws him onto the bed, pulling his top off before crawling over toward Taehyung like a panther to its prey.
Taehyung feels that tension again, the unnameable, unseeable force that links them together, that makes their bodies move to the same rhythm. He doesn’t understand it but for Taehyung it feels like their bodies are in charge now.
Taehyung’s cheeks heat up under the intense stare, it touches him in a place that is somewhere so human that his angel cannot quite understand it, the feeling is so primal… so… animalistic, that it makes him want to present himself to Jungkook, like some desperate animal in heat.
Not allowing himself to think even one bit, Taehyung just goes with his body, following his unfamiliar human instincts. He rolls over onto his stomach and crawls up the bed, looking over his shoulder at the dark figure following right at his heels.
He can feel the heat of the black eyes spread along his skin and it burns, searing his heart until it beats like a hummingbird in his chest.
He lies down and without waiting for permission, Taehyung’s hips rise and roll, gently wiggling the full ass to tempt the man climbing over him -who takes the hint, pushing his hard cock right against it, as if they were already naked, and grinds down.
The Angel offers himself to the Incubus…
Jungkook can sense the rawness, the intensity of the moment in the air around him and it affects him, strongly. He feels himself sink a little deeper into his darkness, soak a little wetter in his lust until he feels the liquid fire smouldering, seeping into every corner of his being, setting his demon free.
He truly feels he prince of darkness that he is, the sum and total of the Incubus he was created to be and the blood in his veins courses on at the very thought of possessing the divine being underneath him. The need to own, burns.
A growl purrs at the back of his throat and he tries to rein in the aggressive side of his demon -completely ignoring the obviousness of why he is trying slow down and go gently.
Even if he doesn’t want to admit it to himself, he has already become too attached to the delightful Angel and desperately wants him to be happy, to have a special first time.
He doesn’t want his violence to taint nor harm him, Jungkook wants to cherish him.
He wants to love him…
The shape on the bed is squirming, his desperate need so obvious from the way he grinds against the bed and whines, but Jungkook wants to delay as much as possible, to build up tension to make the moment really count…to make it last.
Who knows if there’ll ever be another chance for either of them.
Jungkook shifts back down, running his hands all along Taehyung’s curves, starting from the nape of the neck, over his shoulders, down the side of his ribs. He squeezes the slender waist, fingers slipping underneath the waistband to pull them off on his way down.
He can’t help the rich hum that rises from deep within him at the sight of the honeyed perfection that is Taehyung’s ass. Taehyung whimpers, so needy.
“Please…” Taehyung’s new favourite word, it seems.
Leaning down, Jungkook takes a moment to kiss an ankle bone before nuzzling his way up between the slender legs, smelling the sweet scent of summer and honeysuckle as he goes. The Angel is so soft and warm that on his way up he can’t help placing soft kisses on the insides of his calves, his thighs.
The closer he gets to the lush ass, the louder the pants underneath him get until there is a little desperate wail rising from the cushions where Taehyung’s face is buried.
“Stop! Teasing! Please!” Taehyung cries just when Jungkook mouth lands on his ass, where he kisses, nips and licks both cheeks gently before burying his face between the lobes to lick over the needy, twitching hole.
Taehyung screams, his ass lifting, pushing against Jungkook’s face, grinding against it.
Jungkook merely grabs the rolling hips, shoving his face deeper into the groove, rolling his tongue thickly but leisurely.
“Ohohhhoh, Jungkookie… please.”
Despite his best efforts, Jungkook is getting impatient so he moves up quickly and grinds his hard-as-rock, clothed cock right into Taehyung’s ass groove in deep moves, his hot, harsh mouth clamping onto the back of Taehyung’s slender neck, right where it meets the shoulder.
Taehyung moans, it’s so loud.
Driven by a compulsive need to own the Angel, to claim him, Jungkook’s want darkens as does his need to hold him, restrain him.
Rocking against him through the layers, cock tight in the groove of the ass, Jungkook rests on his elbow and worms his hand around to Taehyung’s front -he grabs the Angel’s throat, his jaw, and slips two fingers into the mouth before hissing rather harshly:
“Suck.”
Taehyung moans some more because he feels Jungkook’s new roughness in his spine and he loves it, he wants more of it. He sobs, wondering if he can come just from this when spit starts dripping all over the fingers in his mouth and down his chin when he tries to speak.
“Pwease…”
Jungkook knows what the Angel wants so he twists him to his side a little, leaning on a knee just to create enough space to get where Taehyung most wants him to touch.
He’s soaking wet and boiling hot. The straining member is literally pulsing and twitching in Jungkook’s hands and it’s enough for Jungkook’s cock to twitch and scream to be let out from the confines of his damp pants.
Taehyung feels so much, so, so much.
He is helpless under the torrent of emotions and physical stimuli: the weight of Jungkook half on him, the lewd violation of his mouth and the mess because of it, the filth of the mess he knows he’s making on the bed, the deep grind of the massive cock right over his hole -Taehyung can’t even imagine what that will feel when it’s skin on skin.
He can’t fathom how something like that could even fit inside him but the thought of struggling to try is so hot that it alone has him moaning and begging for more.
Nimble fingers push the fabric of Taehyung’s t-shirt up from the waist until they reach a nipple and without any warning whatsoever, there is a sharp pinch and Taehyung shrieks over the fingers in his mouth, his ass grinding against the cock so comfortably snug in his groove.
“Fuck, Tae… I’m going to have to shove my cock in you very soon if you’re going to carry on like that…”
Just Jungkook saying that has Taehyung moaning and he suddenly realises how much of sex is actually in the head and not just in the body. It’s his thoughts and feelings, his wants, that make this even hotter than it already is.
The idea of helplessness, of willing helplessness, and the feelings it evokes twist Taehyung’s insides with tension that is only added to with the realisation that Jungkook wants to possess him just as much as he wants to be possessed.
Moving down from the nipple, the firm hand cups the curve of Taehyung’s waist, then the hip and the noise that rises from Jungkook’s chest is deep, like a growl. A possessive growl and Taehyung basks in the sound of it.
Without any warning, there is a loud smack and a sharp sting on Taehyung’s ass cheek. He yelps but can’t ignore the throb on his cock from the heat that spreads all over from the impact on his buttock.
“Ahh…” Taehyung sobs, his body convulsing in pleasure, his cock twitching, leaking.
“You’re so fucking… tasty, Angel.” He whispers into Taehyung’s ear, licking along the edge of it before he grabs a handful of ass, jiggling it lightly, as if to make a point.
By now, Jungkook has all but forgotten about going gently or taking his time, only his lust guides him now -the only thing that he can hear are the moans and pleads of Taehyung underneath him.
Yet random thought drifts in his mind and Jungkook realises that really, he’s fucked because he’s not going to want anyone else after this -how could Jungkook ever want anyone after having had Taehyung?
Impossible.
He has a sense, a feeling that’s partly made up of hope -maybe even wishful thinking- that this is mutual between them, that Taehyung feels the same, even when it seems silly to dream about that without considering his secret identity or the fact that they are an angel and a demon -the exact opposites of all creation and not meant to be together in any world, at any time.
Shaking himself out of the depths of his thoughts, Jungkook pulls his fingers out of Taehyung’s mouth and weaves them into the dark locks instead, yanking back firmly. He rolls onto his back and brings Taehyung with him to sprawl over his chest, facing the heavens.
He yanks the final remaining item of clothing, the t-shirt, fully up above Taehyung’s nipples without finesse.
“Fuck. Look at you, Angel. You are such a mess… just for me…” Jungkook whispers the filthy words directly into Taehyung’s ear while holding him in place by the tight grip in his hair, making sure not a word is missed.
Taehyung is exactly where he wants to be, so eager to discover everything there is to discover that he rejoices when the change in position frees his hands to touch Jungkook, even if it is a bit awkward from where he is.
He reaches behind to do just that but all he receives is a tut and a shake of the head against his temple.
Confused, Taehyung tries to look at Jungkook, only to realise he can’t move his head because of the tight grip that holds it.
“Don’t touch me. Touch yourself.” Jungkook voice is deep and rough, so, so obviously turned on.
“Myself? You want me to touch myself?” Taehyung’s voice wavers -he doesn’t have a clue what to do.
“Yes, Angel. I want to watch you touch yourself… …” Jungkook purrs at Taehyung’s ear.
“I-I-I don’t know what…” Suddenly he feels stupid because he’s only just remembered who he is supposed to be. Maybe this is how the person he is supposed to be plays with his husband. Taehyung is in way over his head. The words die on his tongue even though at this point it really wouldn’t matter if he revealed his identity since he has failed on a more significant point: actually being an upstanding angel.
“You can do it, don’t be shy now.” Jungkook says, calmly, as if he didn’t have a fist full of someone’s hair in his hand, or his stiff dick pressing against the very man’s behind.
When Jungkook gives him a little bit more leeway in his grip, Taehyung lifts his head and looks down.
Embarrassment tints his cheeks when he sees the deeply flushing, wet rod stretching out of its dark nest, pointing at him, angrily demanding attention.
“Touch your nipples for me, Angel.”
Taehyung is so over his guilt by now, he really doesn’t care anymore, he just wants everything there is to be had and he willingly accepts the consequences because he cannot live without knowing…
The fact that Jungkook is whispering at his ear like the devil himself when Taehyung is the innocent, unspoilt angel… well it just gives everything a different vibe altogether.
Every word of temptation dripping from the sinful lips merely serves to sink Taehyung deeper and deeper into his desire and the fact that Jungkook keeps calling Taehyung by the name that actually describes him makes everything even more sinful than it already is.
It continually highlights the depth of his ruin which, of course, makes everything ten times as hot just by the fact that it’s so forbidden.
Taehyung’s fingers shake hard enough that he’s worried Jungkook is going to notice but he is too invested to stop now. He needs to know… everything. He wants to know everything there is to know about himself, about his body, about his innermost feelings.
And he wants Jungkook to show him.
Obeying the gentle command, Taehyung closes his eyes and relaxes against Jungkook, preparing mentally. His hesitant hands hover over the nipples until he finally takes the plunge and touches the heated flesh.
He’s not sure which makes him jump more, the feeling of touching his own nipples or Jungkook’s rough voice in his ear telling him not to close his eyes.
“Look at yourself, baby.”
Taehyung breathes deeply and looks down, biting his lip.
The little firm nubs feel so warm, soft, textured -something that anyone would surely like to touch and keep on touching, given the opportunity. Taehyung rubs the tips of his fingers over the dark circles and just feels his heart beat, faster and faster by the rub.
Briefly, Jungkook leans away to reach for something but just when Taehyung’s chest starts heaving from his gentle fingers still sliding over his nipples, a hand lands on his thigh, gently stroking up and down, sending gusts of goosebumps up and down his limbs.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, the hand moves and caresses over the soft flesh of the silky thigh, further and further around and upwards, closer to all things sensitive, and Taehyung can hardly breathe for how fast his heart is beating.
“P-please, Jungkookie…”
There it is again -that small, desperate, powerless word. Taehyung decides he quite likes saying it because it seems to him that not only does he like being told what to do but he also likes being made to wait, the powerlessness of it appeals to him not just because he knows Jungkook will look after him but also because pleading makes the eventual reward ever-sweeter.
Jungkook chuckles gently and slips from under Taehyung, getting up onto his elbow. He hovers over the Angel, staring deeply and quietly, as if his eyes would say everything he wants to say.
“What is it, Precious? Tell me what you want…” he whispers, leaning down to almost speak against the lush lips.
Taehyung reaches up and throws his arms around Jungkook’s neck and pulls him down for a kiss.
A desperate, heated, wet kiss.
Long fingers travel, grabbing and scratching at Jungkook’s back, pulling him close with obvious desperation.
“Heyheyhey, Taehyung. Calm down, I’m not going anywhere.” His voice smiles.
He traces Taehyung’s cheek with a look on his face that Taehyung has not seen before. So warm, affectionate… loving? Slowly, the fingers draw along Taehyung’s contours from the face all the way down to the lush hip, when he says:
“I want to make you feel really good?” he whispers it as a question to give the Angel one last way out but he nods immediately. Before Taehyung has even finished nodding, the soft limbs move, spreading open, offering Jungkook to do as he pleases.
Jungkook cannot stop staring at the view in front of him.
The most stunning being he has ever seen staring up at him with open, expecting, needy eyes, the gorgeous, naked body all for him to touch and possess. He can’t quite believe his luck.
Briefly, Jungkook runs a thumb over the swollen pink lips wondering if he’ll ever be able to kiss anyone else again. He leans down to kiss Taehyung’s neck, which immediately opens up, wanting more and the sounds, the delightful sounds rising out of Taehyung’s mouth have Jungkook’s cock leaking against the lush hip in front of him.
It simply isn’t possible to delay any more, so Jungkook continues his journey up Taehyung’s thigh and when he reaches the very top, the softest skin right between Taehyung’s soft thighs, he runs his fingers gently along it and Taehyung whines, his hips lifting.
“Stay still, Angel.”
While Jungkook explores the most private parts of Taehyung, the Angel’s teeth squish his thick lip lower lip in concentration but even that can’t stop the desperate whines when Jungkook’s fingers draw small circles on the tender flesh before tracing along the creases of the thighs and around the warm, delicate spheres. By the time the tattooed fingers wrap around the base of Taehyung’s cock, the Angel’s an absolute mess.
“P-please… stop teasing, I can’t take it. Please.” He sobs, pleading with wet, needy eyes.
“Alright, darling.” Jungkook hums under his breath, pleased.
He leans back and when his fingers return and land right on Taehyung’s twitching hole, they are wet and cool and the sensation has Taehyung’s eyes rolling.
“Ohh…”
“Spread your legs more. Are you ready?”
Taehyung has never been more ready in his whole life.
“Please.” Impatient, long fingers wrap around Jungkook’s wrist and tug it toward the hole.
Jungkook slides over and around the entrance, gently testing the tightness. He wonders how he’s ever going to fit in it with his Incubus cock. The thought of trying has his spine quaking.
When he slips the first finger in, Taehyung practically cries, his waist arching off the bed.
“Fuck.” Taehyung blushes immediately -more from using the lewd word than the finger up his ass. It feels strange on his tongue but saying it feels so liberating.
Jungkook refrains from asking if the Angel is OK -after all, it’s not supposed to be their first time. Instead, he takes longer to move around slowly, taking his time to observe Taehyung carefully.
Only bliss registers on his divine, flushed face.
Pushing deeper, Jungkook leans over Taehyung again, to catch his unfocused eyes to stare right into him when he adds another finger. He sees the open mouth fixed in a silent scream, the furrowed brow, the gentle pink on the cheeks, so delectable.
“You like having my fingers inside you, don’t you Angel?” He licks into the open mouth.
“L-love it… please.” Jungkook can hear the tremble in his voice.
Taehyung can’t even bring himself to be embarrassed over losing his faculties like this -for allowing the lust to take over his body- because he has never felt anything like it before. It’s positively overwhelming.
If he weren’t so preoccupied by his body being on fire, he would feel angry over having been denied this, over being the only kind of being not allowed this. How could such a sublime feeling ever be considered bad, sinful?
Taehyung doesn’t even think when he lifts his knees up and holds them, opening himself up completely for Jungkook to fuck deeper with his fingers. There is such a need inside him, it’s now the only remaining thing in Taehyung’s mind.
“Fuck.” It’s Jungkook’s turn to swear when he moves lower -to position himself between Taehyung’s legs with the feet fidgeting in the air- and sees the view of the pink hole just waiting to be claimed and abused.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, Angel.” He whispers.
He squirts enough lube to make everything shine with it and runs his fingers over all of the surfaces between Taehyung’s thighs before circling a thumb around the fluttering hole.
“C’mon Jungkookie, please, don’t keep me waiting.” Taehyung demands with surprising confidence.
Three fingers push in and the stretch is like a burn inside Taehyung and he squeals in that space right between pleasure and pain.
“You are so not ready, Taehyung, not for me.” He carries on pushing and Taehyung just pants and whines, eyes, scrunched shut, head flicking side to side from the intensity of all the feelings swirling inside him. The need, the vulnerability, the warmth in his chest, the absolute trust he feels toward Jungkook -which seems so utterly impossible after only a few days.
Jungkook leans between the spread thighs to kiss Taehyung while he carries on fucking into the incredibly tight hole with his fingers, Taehyung whining to the rhythm of their rocking.
The Incubus can’t help but to roll his hips -to join the dance of their bodies- as if his fingers were his cock, already inside the tight hotness that is Taehyung.
“More, please. Pleasepleaseplease.” The wet, pleading eyes staring up at Jungkook really are the last straw.
“OK but need to go slow and I think you need to be on top so you can be in control.” This is the best, the safest choice, because Jungkook feels his control slipping, badly, his whole person crumbling under the weight of his need for Taehyung.
It’s hard to stop himself from just ramming into Taehyung but it’s even harder to try stay in control of his need and his human camouflage at the same time. He’s still sane enough to worry about Taehyung seeing him for who he truly is -because he cannot imagine the repercussions of being discovered.
Jungkook doesn’t even think to consider what will inevitably happen at the end of the seven days, he doesn’t think about how Taehyung will react once the revelation comes, he doesn’t wonder about how he, himself, will feel about it.
The only thing he can focus on is here and now and the flustered, desperate creature below him, begging.
His worry over his increasingly fragile camouflage makes Jungkook consider his choices carefully. No matter how much he wants to see Taehyung and his angelic face while he crumbles under him, his worry about the Angel possibly seeing him crumble determines his choice of action.
Reluctantly, Jungkook shuffles away to take off his pants before settling at the head of the bed, leaning against it with his legs spread widely.
He beckons the Angel and says: “Shuffle in here, I want your ass like this.” He grabs the air above his crotch -where his impressive cock lounges against his stomach, raging red and soaking wet- and says “But facing that way…” he points towards his toes.
Taehyung lifts his eyebrows, equally suspicious and confused.
“I want to see my dick going into you.” He whispers darkly and hopes it’s enough of a reason to explain his bizarre choice of positions just so that he can cover himself lest his real person starts leaking through.
“Don’t worry, we can do more than one position…” he reassures Taehyung, smiling, when he sees the hint of disappointment flash on the beautiful face.
When a bright, happy smile lights Taehyung’s face, the Incubus feels slightly better.
When Taehyung turns around and starts reversing toward Jungkook, to position himself between the legs, Jungkook pretty much loses the ability to breathe.
In all his life has he ever seen an ass like Taehyung’s and he wonders if he will ever get tired of seeing it.
“Hang on, let me touch you…” Jungkook whispers, reverent.
He slides his hands around the buttocks, slapping gently, kneading, spreading the cheeks before running his fingers down the sopping wet crack.
Taehyung moans, his back arching beautifully.
Wanting to check Taehyung is ready enough, Jungkook pushes in three fingers and the view of the hole stretching over them is enough to make him moan and his soaking wet cock bob between his legs, so eager to get a piece of the action.
Just when Jungkook thinks his fingers sinking into Taehyung’s tight hole has to be the hottest thing he has ever seen, Taehyung starts to slowly fuck into the fingers, pushing his ass against them, over them -that’s when Jungkook changes his mind.
This is by far the hottest thing he has ever seen.
It’s so fucking hot, Jungkook can’t take it anymore.
He pulls Taehyung closer by the lush hips.
“Put your feet under my thighs so you can get close enough.” His voice is so deep and so rough it’s starting to resemble the voice he has in Hell, his real voice and when Taehyng’s ass is finally aligned with his cock, he groans loudly, his fingers, like claws gripping on TT’s hips.
“Fuck your ass looks so good…” he purrs, his eyes licking at the vision in front of him.
“Hurry up already.” Taehyung whines and Jungkook wants to smack his ass for the impudence.
“Are you ready?” Jungkook asks, one last time, while he stands up his fat, curving cock for Taehyung to sit on. It looks way too big to ever fit inside the Angel.
He reaches for the lube and adds more, even though there is plenty, spreading it all over Taehyung’s hole, up and down his shaft and then, it’s time.
“OK baby. Ready when you are…” Taehyung nods, completely unable to speak because this is it. Really it. Nothing will ever be the same after this and Taehyung is doubting he will ever want it to…
He takes a big breath.
“Go slowly, it’s going to be a big stretch, don’t want you to hurt yourself. OK?”
Rather than answer, Taehyung starts to lower himself on the thick cock.
The pressure on his hole feels amazing and when the spread starts, so does Taehyung’s whining.
“Fuckfuck. It’s not going to fit, no way.” He sobs yet, stubborn, he carries on pushing, slowly but surely.
“Breathe Angel, relax. Take your time.”
Gentle hand strokes Taehyung’s back and the touch relaxes him.
“You have no idea how fucking good this looks. My fat cock spreading your tight-as-fuck hole, Taehyung. Go on, take it.” His voice is a low growl and the obvious lust in it spurs Taehyung on.
Just when the spread feels too much to take, the burn on the side of sore, the head pops in and Taehyung screams.
Immediately a tight grip on his waist helps him stay steady.
“Well done baby. Now slowly.”
The ache is strange, the stretch so hot. Taehyung doesn’t know if he wants to moan or cry, the sensation is so intense it takes over the whole of his insides, lighting it with a storm of flame and thunder so intense he doesn’t really know what to make of it.
But not only does he want it, but he wants to do well, he wants to please Jungkook, he wants to feel amazing -so he carries on, knowing he can take it.
He sinks onto the cock, slowly, until it’s all the way inside him.
“Fuck. How the hell did that fit inside me?! I think I can feel you in my stomach.” Taehyung spreads his fingers over his stomach and speaks in a mixture of wonder, panic and lust, completely unable to move a muscle.
“I nearly came just from watching that, jee-zus.” Jungkook pants, trying so hard not to move, so hard not to just fuck and fuck. “Just take your time darling, don’t rush it.”
Jungkook reaches around Taehyung and wraps his fingers around the soaking wet, straining cock. He slides his fingers over the slippery top and feels how the wetness has leaked all the way down it and further… and he can feel everything inside Taehyung tense when he moans in response to the touch.
“Fuck. That feels so amazing.” He says and Taehyung agrees with a nod.
Without hesitation, Jungkook squeezes and starts pumping slowly, running his fingers in the wetness up and down the shaft.
“Ahh!” Taehyung keens, head flicking back, back arching in front of Jungkook.
It doesn’t take long and Taehyung starts rolling his hips until rather suddenly, he lifts and lands back down a little roughly.
“Fuckfuck. Feels so good….” Taehyung sobs under his breath and then there is no holding him back, he rides, rolling his hips like he’s always been doing it.
All the while Jungkook watches his thick cock sinking into the hole, impossibly stretching, the hole so eagerly receiving it.
Taehyung doesn’t know what to do, where to be or how to feel. He is in a complete mess, his body on fire. Jungkook is inside of him. Inside of him.
His body is a pulsing bundle of nerves without beginning or end, just getting brighter by the thrust and every single touch on Taehyung’s body just pushes him further and further until a well-timed tweak on his nipple coupled with a squeeze of the tip of his cock and he doesn’t even have the chance to say that he’s going to come.
Of course Jungkook doesn’t need to be told, he knows exactly what’s going on, his experience of manipulating human bodies is endless, centuries of sex with anything that walks means that he can make anyone have an orgasm… meaning poor Taehyung doesn’t stand a chance, only a few strategically placed and timed actions sufficient for him to melt in the hands of the Incubus.
Jungkook helps Taehyung off his cock and lies him on his front on the bed. Taehyung’s chest is heaving, his neck red and ass shiny and Jungkook can’t help but to want more.
“You OK, Angel?” Jungkook leans over and kisses Taehyung on the shoulder.
There is only a non-committal hum from the covers and Jungkook chuckles.
As if he’d have any choice in the matter, Jungkook’s hands caress the silky curves under him, learning the landscape as he explores. His hands seem to fit on every mound and valley so perfectly it’s as if they were made to touch Taehyung and Taehyung only.
Jungkook wants to remember this moment -whatever happens- this is significant for him and he can only hope that this is not the last of it, that somehow they will find their way out of this mess they are in. …
So he brushes his face against the soft back and runs his nose down the groove of the spine, smelling deeply, inhaling the Angel’s scent so that he can remember it, whatever happens in the end.
“More.” Taehyung mumbles from the depths of the bed.
He lifts his ass a little and wriggles it in the air to emphasise his words.
As if Jungkook would do anything other than what Taehyung is asking, he climbs over Taehyung, straddles his hips and admires the glorious view under him.
“Fuck baby, you have no idea… your ass is divine.” He rubs the skin, squeezing it gently and sighs in happiness when he sees the used hole between the cheeks.
“Help me, spread yourself for me, Angel.”
Without moment’s hesitation, the long fingers grab the cheeks and spread them apart until the hole between them winks a little.
Jungkook literally dies.
He nudges his shiny, thick head over the hole, just teasing, thinking about entering but not really committing until Taehyung is an absolute whining mess, trying to catch the cock with his ass.
“You want it baby?”
“Ohyes want it so bad…”
Jungkook leans forward and pushes until the tight muscle permits entry. “Fuckkkk…..” So snug.
He pushes in, all the way, in one harsh thrust, so hard that Taehyung has to support himself against it by pushing against the bed.
No more questions, no more teasing, nothing other than just fucking.
He doesn’t slow down, he doesn’t go gentle, he rams and fucks in long, ruthless strokes, lifting up onto his arms to slam his hips down against Taehyung’s ass so hard that the wet, slapping noises reverberate around the room -almost as loud as Taehyung’s wanton screaming.
“Ohfuck…yes.yes.yes.yes.yes.yes.yes.” Taehyung pants in the rhythm of the hard thrusts. He spreads his legs as much as he can, lifts his hips up just to get the delicious, heavy cock inside him as deep as it can possibly go.
The pace is bruising, ruthless and Jungkook thinks he might come, he can feel his cock pulsing inside the Angel.
The problem is that he really wants to see Taehyung while he fucks him senseless, he really wants to see the mess he is right now, those lush lips, the hazy eyes, he wants to see how he has made that happen, how he is the one that is giving Taehyung so much pleasure that he is falling apart.
So, no longer worrying about the consequences, he rolls Taehyung over and grabs his legs, bending at the knees, He pushes them up and over as far as they will go until Taehyung is almost doubled over, thighs along ribs while he holds them down behind the knees.
The view is… there are no words for it. Taehyung is as open as he can possible be, legs spread open and up, pink, swollen hole right there, winking at him. Begging to be filled.
Only then does he look at Taehyung and he is surprised he doesn’t come on the spot because fuck the Angel’s a mess. His beautiful dark locks are running amok, his cheeks red, lips swollen and shiny but his eyes… they are as dark as the night, completely blown as if darkness itself had taken over him, that’s how full of lust they are.
No longer even able to say anything, Jungkook climbs in between Taehyung’s thighs, keeping them as stretched apart and open as possible before he reaches for him.
The kiss is desperate, like they are both trying to get inside each other, the need so intense that it’s shredding their insides.
Jungkook doesn’t even have to guide his cock, it’s so hard and wet and it seems to know the way.
The exact same moment as he enters Taehyung, their tongues push into each other’s wet mouths, deep moans resonating and mixing against each other.
The angle of the position is ruthless, the tightness almost unbearable and Jungkook is impressed that Taehyung can even take him like this, realising the amount of trust required to allow him to do this.
The thought squeezes something inside Jungkook, that the Angel trusts him this much.
Jungkook is already close when Taehyung starts whining in a way that the Incubus knows he doesn’t have to wait long.
He slams harder, ruthlessly, until Taehyung screams. Kissing is impossible at this pace so Taehyung just holds Jungkook face, so close their rapid breaths mingle, their stares locked together, lost in each other, body and soul.
Taehyung’s fingers grip Jungkook’s hair when the time comes. Their silent mouths screaming into each other, eyelashes fluttering and just for a moment… something catches Taehyung’s eye, even in the middle of the best feeling he has ever experienced.
Jungkook’s eyes.
For the briefest of moments, they turn red.
The Incubus slumps over the Angel, releasing the stiff legs, burying his face into the slender, sweet-smelling neck below him.
Jungkook is overwhelmed. He is shaking, trembling. Strange feelings are swirling inside him and momentarily he really doesn’t know what to do with himself. It isn’t until he feels the wetness on his cheek that he realises something is wrong.
He lifts his head to see the Angel’s wet eyes.
Reacting without thought he kisses the tears, he kisses the eyes, the cheeks, he touches his face with the backs of his fingers in a tender gesture.
The eyes are so full of everything, Jungkook doesn’t really know what to do or say so for a short moment, he just gently brushes over the bruised lips with his own.
“You OK?” he whispers.
The Angel shakes his head and Jungkook can’t understand why the beautiful man seems to cry after every time they have sex -at this rate it’s going to ruin his hard earned self-esteem!
Wanting to take his weight off Taehyung, Jungkook rolls over, easily bringing the slender shape with him.
The Taehyung lands on his chest, chin resting over a slender hand and dark, soft but suddenly very fragile eyes on Jungkook.
The silence is rather suffocating.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asks quietly, face closed off.
“Erm, tell you what?” Jungkook clears his throat, suddenly worried but trying to come off as nonchalant.
Taehyung pulls away from him and sits on his feet.
Jungkook echoes his moves, sitting up to lean on his arm.
“That you’re a demon. An Incubus I guess?” Taehyung says it with much more confidence than he is actually feeling.
“I-I-I…” Speechless is added to the list of things that Jungkook never does unless he is with Taehyung.
“That means that you know I’m an Angel, right? I guess that also means that you’ve just gotten what you came here for…” He hangs his head and Jungkook knows even less what to say.
He is still in the middle of coming up with a suitable response when the least expected thing happens.
Taehyung kisses him and says: “Thank you.” The two little words laden with infinite possible meanings.
He turns away but before he can get up, Jungkook grabs his wrist.
“Wh-What, you knew?”
Taehyung considers his answer for a long moment.
“I guess I kind of did, in one way or another, you merely confirmed my doubts just now when I saw your eyes.” He speaks quietly, not really looking at Jungkook.
“You knew… and you still…” he waves his hand across the bed as if the simple move could possibly encompass the profound thing that just happened between them. “You knew…and you still did this?!”
Jungkook’s voice rises the more significant the feeling of horror billows inside him and he doesn’t quite understand why -after all, he won, he got what he wanted… he should be overjoyed.
Which is why the black, deep ache in his heart doesn’t make any sense.
Regret.
Taehyung smiles. It is simultaneously the happiest and the saddest thing Jungkook has ever seen and it burns the backs of his eyelids.
Taehyung leans down to Jungkook and cups his cheeks. Looking directly into his soul (Jungkook wonders if he still even has one after what he’s done) Taehyung kisses him, gently, sweetly, with love and says:
“I have no regrets. Not one. Come.” He pulls Jungkook’s toward the bathroom by the wrist.
“I really, really need a wash.”
Even his giggle sounds tinted with sadness.
They carry on as if the revelation hasn’t changed anything -but of course it has.
Taehyung is happy, curious, wants to know everything there is to know about everything -be it outside in the world or inside, with his body.
But there are those brief moments of sadness that stab Jungkook’s heart and he wishes more than anything that he could take them away, to make Taehyung happy, like he was when they first met, only a handful of days ago.
On their final night, Taehyung hardly speaks. Jungkook doesn’t know what to say either so he just sits with Taehyung, holding him, not saying a word, both of them just staring at the screen at a yet another film neither of them will ever remember. It’s stupid really, to waste time on that but the silence is just too painful.
“What do you think will happen?” Taehyung says, quietly, not even scared, just talking for the sake of talking, resigned to his fate, whatever it is.
“I don’t know. I…” Jungkook wants to apologise but doesn’t know how to. He’s never apologised to anyone before.
Taehyung turns over, resting his face on Jungkook’s chest, wrapping his arms around his torso, telling himself to remember what this feels like.
“Please, there’s no need to apologise. I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to. I wanted to be with you, I wanted to feel while I still could, before… before I go back to, I don’t know, wherever I’m going to go back to…” Taehyung’s voice cracks a little, despite putting on a brave face.
There is nothing left to say so they decide to let their bodies do the talking, holding hands on the way to the bedroom.
It’s different this time.
During the days between their first time and now, they have been busy exploring each other’s bodies in mutual ecstasy, but this time they know it’ll be the last time.
So it’s hardly surprising that this moment is fused with a sense of desperation, with a need to touch everything, to taste everything, with the hopes that this moment might last forever if they just try hard enough.
There is not a single inch of Taehyung’s body that Jungkook hasn’t kissed or caressed, not a single place he hasn’t tasted or explored with his hands, his mouth.
He owns all of it now because Taehyung has offered it to him, willingly. Now it’s all Jungkook wants, nothing else will do, his need for Taehyung is strong and so, so deep.
When Taehyung sits straddled across Jungkook’s hips, embracing him, he just stares into the redly tinted darkness staring back at him, wanting to tell Jungkook of his feelings -but when he remembers the fleeting nature of their moment, he decides against it.
Instead he just locks them away in his heart, hoping that they will still mean something when he is where he can’t feel them.
While their bodies move, slowly, with purpose, revelling in the need, the desire, the connection between them, there is a moment in between moments where Jungkook understands what Taehyung wants to say because he feels the same. Without any words actually being said, the love between them is obvious and burns bright.
The gasps of their climax suffocate in the fierce tangle of their tongues and the only reason why they pull apart is because breathing is necessary to maintain life.
Not knowing exactly when the transition back is going to happen, they go and wash up, dressing in t-shirts and shorts before they curl up on the bed, in a tightest possible tangle: arms around each other, legs hooking around legs.
Despite wanting to stay awake to stay together for a moment longer, they eventually fall asleep, breathing as one.
“Unbelievable.” Hoseok says.
“A fucking disgrace.” Yoongi replies.
In the dim bedroom, they stare at the sleeping figures entwined so tightly that a locksmith wouldn’t unlock them if they tried. Taehyung’s face is buried entirely into Jungkook’s chest, Jungkook’s face in Taehyung’s hair and there is not an inch of space between them.
“They look so cute.” The high pitch coo from the brightly smiling Angel makes the grumpy Demon roll his eyes.
“Cute? I don’t know about Heaven’s rules but according to Hell’s they’re probably breaking at least a dozen of them right now and heaven knows (he grins at the choice of words) what else they have been up to while we weren’t looking?!”
“Hoseok?” A tiny, rough voice rises from somewhere in the depths of Jungkook.
A messy head of hair with swollen eyes lifts up and blinks at the strange figures standing at the end of the bed.
“Nice to see you. What are you doing here?” Taehyung smiles and makes normal conversation as if he weren’t in the arms of an Incubus in a bed of all places. Then he remembers and his face falls.
“Hi Kid, I’ve come back for you… but it seems you’re a little bit busy at the moment…” The smile is bright and it confuses Taehyung -this is not the kind of reception he was expecting considering what he has just been up to for the past seven days.
Taehyung looks at Jungkook but can’t bring himself to leave his embrace just yet. Despite the company, he runs a nose along Jungkook’s cheek “Jungkook? Hey, wake up.” Nothing.
“Sorry, he’s a really heavy sleeper.” The affectionate and familiar way Taehyung says that makes Hoseok and Yoongi exchange glances.
Taehyung pats on the cheek gently but when that doesn’t make any difference, he squeezes the cheeks together until his lips pout in the most adorable way.
He can’t help but to giggle. “Jungkook-ah, Jungkookie… wakey wakey…” he squeezes and giggles some more when a groan indicates that he is waking up.
The arms around Taehyung’s waist tighten and with a deep hum, Jungkook pushes into the crook of Taehyung’s neck and kisses on the column of it.
“Ohh… Jungkook, we have company.” Finally Taehyung’s voice sounds serious enough that Jungkook’s head pops up, his face etched with confusion.
“Yoongi?” Jungkook blinks and rubs his eyes, blinks again.
The state of Jungkook’s hair is a source of amusement for everyone else in the room.
“Number One Incubus in the whole of Hell…” He shakes his head and Taehyung’s mouth turns into a disbelieving O shape at the revelation. “and here you are in cahoots with an Angel -a pretty high ranking one too, from what I gather?” He looks at Hoseok who nods in confirmation, smiling proudly.
Perhaps finally fully understanding the gravity of their situation, Taehyung and Jungkook sit up, leaning against the headboard, eyes wide, holding hands -something most definitely not missed by neither Hoseok nor Yoongi.
“Sooo… would you like to explain yourselves?” Yoongi asks with a stern face, red eyes gleaming brightly enough to make Taehyung tremble a little. Jungkook immediately throws his arm around the Angel, pulling him closer in an obvious protective gesture.
“It was my fault, I made him do it, I forced him.” Taehyung’s voice is loud and fearless.
“Wh -at?” Jungkook sits up and looks at Taehyung, confused, his mouth hanging open, wordless.
“So he hasn’t done anything wrong!” Taehyung pushes Jungkook’s chest so that he leans back against the bedhead and keeps his thoughts to himself.
“No, that’s not true, it was me, I seduced him -there’s no way he could have resisted my skills, you know that Yoongi!” Jungkook argues passionately.
Yoongi doesn’t mention about the fact that he knows Jungkook hasn’t used his powers not once during his time here, he just nods his head, listening.
“These two are something else, huh?” Hoseok says to Yoongi.
“Yup, they sure are… you ever before seen an angel defend a demon and vice versa?” the disbelief in both of their voices is unmistakeable.
Taehyung is confused as to why no one is angry, why no one is being told off yet.
“So, what’s going to happen now?” Taehyung asks, unable to wait in the dark any longer, desperate to know the end result of their conduct.
“Well… it sort of…” Hoseok starts.
“…depends entirely on you.” Yoongi finishes the sentence for him.
The lovers on the bed sit and stare, dumbfounded, eyes flicking from each other to the dark and light characters standing at the end of the bed.
“Damn, I was hoping to win this time.” Hoseok punches Yoongi on the shoulder hard enough that he wobbles sideways.
“Well, the odds were pretty steep to be honest, I never would have guessed these two would get it on …”
“Win?” Taehyung interrupts without effect, more and more confused.
“I sent my best man for the job and there is no way in a million years I would have thought Jungkook would have succumbed to this one’s charms…” Yoongi turns just to speak to Hoseok -as if the two on the bed are not even in the room- waving his hand in the general direction of Taehyung.
“Exactly! Taehyung is the last angel in Heaven who I’d expect to do something like this. He was totally my strongest choice, with the best odds… guess we both lost, huh?”
“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?” Taehyung loses it and shouts loud enough that Hoseok jumps, furrowing his brows at the disrespectful tone.
“We made a bet. We both lost, well, more or less. I might have gotten the events right but my day was off by six so I might as well not have bet on anything!” Hoseok rolled his eyes.
“A bet? Are you fucking kidding me!?” Taehyung shouts, Hoseok actually gasping and covering his mouth at the language. Yoongi just chuckles. “Is this some kind of a joke to you? How dare you play with our lives! Hoseok, you of all the people, I would not have thought an angel capable of something like this…”
“Hey, hey! The challenge was genuine, the task was real and, we just chose who to send down here and put money down on who’d be the first to crumble… had you completed the mission as per agreed, you’d be on your merry way to the Higher Courts, alas… we didn’t really meddle with anything, just placed bets on the outcome, that’s all.” At least Hoseok has the decency to look a little sheepish and embarrassed over being caught.
“The question is, do you think anything would have played out any differently had we not placed the bets? No, of course not. The only influence was regarding who was coming and the final decision to come was your own, right?” Yoongi’s dark, beady eyes stare through Taehyung and then Jungkook.
“Well not for me!? I was forced.” Taehyung grumbles.
“Taehyung, you always had a choice of not going. You decided to come.” Hoseok corrects, still looking a little embarrassed.
“In order to decide what’s going to happen now, we need to verify facts of the matter.” Yoongi speaks a suddenly formal tone.
“So let’s review everything then.” Yoongi gestures toward Jungkook. “You are here to…”
Jungkook’s head hangs and he avoids looking at Taehyung. There is a gentle squeeze on his hand which gives him the confidence to speak. Will Taehyung forgive me? Jungkook thinks only to realise that that single question is the most important thing to him right now.
“I- I came to ruin and debase the angel so that he couldn’t go back to Heaven.”
Jungkook can’t even say Taehyung’s name, he feels so embarrassed -a feeling he is not familiar with. Normally he is proud of his sexual conquests to the point of bragging on about them… but he doesn’t feel proud about this one.
“And Taehyung?” Hoseok asks, his voice a little sharper than Taehyung is used to -certainly no longer his usual sunny self.
Taehyung can’t help but to wonder if Hoseok is disappointed in him -he’s always helped Taehyung so much during the years and he has always been the one who has stood by him throughout all the nonsense the other angels were making him go through.
Taehyung gulps, wondering how much Jungkook already knows about his task.
Hanging his head, Taehyung starts mumbling:
“In order to gain my seat in the Higher Courts in Heaven I am to spend seven days on Earth as a human without committing sins or breaking Heaven’s rules.” Jungkook also squeezes his hand gently.
“Is that something that you feel you’ve succeeded in doing, Taehyung?” Yoongi asks with a constant, small smirk on his face.
Taehyung shakes his head slowly, back and forth.
“No.”
His voice is small before he lifts his head and says it again, louder this time, his eyes burning: “No. I haven’t succeeded but I have never before been this happy to fail!” He sits right up, onto his knees and his chest heaving, Taehyung spurts out more angry words:
“Why is this, what we have here, a sin at all? Why should humans and demons get all the pleasure? Why are angels denied all this… happiness? How could we possibly be any good at judging human actions when we have no idea why humans do anything!!?” Taehyung shakes after his outburst and welcomes the arms pulling him back against the Incubus.
Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head as if Taehyung’s meltdown was that of a toddler. He looks at Hoseok and nods toward the youngsters.
Hoseok takes a few skittish steps around the room, rubbing his chin, deliberating. When he finally decides to speak, he looks directly at Taehyung.
“Well… the thing is, Taehyung, you haven’t really committed any sins because you two are married -well, for all intents and purposes -I mean it’s arguable but I could make it stand upstairs if I had to argue the point.” Hoseok babbles and Yoongi rolls his eyes again.
He cuts in with: “However. There’s a problem.”
After a tiny moment of hopeful joy, the room is suddenly filled with complete silence.
“Obviously sex within a marriage is not a sin, even for an angel who has been sent down from Heaven -as long as it’s for a mission and under the guidance of a supervisor- and in an artificial environment such as this…” Hoseok nods in agreement when Yoongi continues.
A cold, icky feeling seeps into the bottom of Taehyung’s stomach when Hoseok no longer makes eye contact with him but finds the patterns on the rug more interesting.
The words hang in the air and Taehyung knows the next thing is going to be a “but”.
“…So really, there would be no problem if it weren’t for the fact that you have done this with an Incubus. If you had been only with your human “husband” there would be no issue here… but you have been with an Incubus and that, is inexcusable.” Yoongi’s voice trails off and Hoseok carries on for him.
The cheerful Angel Trainer is no longer cheerful, his voice cracks when he speaks. “Being with someone from Hell is always going to be a sin, Taehyung. A mortal sin.”
There is no reaction from Taehyung.
There’s no reaction because he doesn’t feel anything.
The strong arm around him tightens so tight Taehyung can hardly breathe and he is grateful for it. It’s the thing that keeps him going without collapsing under the weight of it all.
“There is one thing though…” Hoseok clears his throat. “Yoongi and I were talking about this earlier and we think there might be another way.”
Before too much hope is plastered on the couple’s faces, Hoseok rushes to explain.
“This is highly unorthodox and I’m not even sure if it would work -and there is a huge sacrifice...”
“You need to marry.” Yoongi announces in all seriousness.
“WHAT?” Both Taehyung and Jungkook shout in unison, Jungkook recovering quicker this time:
“How the hell is getting married to an Incubus not a sin but having sex with one is?! Have you lost your senses, Old Man?” Jungkook laughs, utterly without joy.
“Is this some kind of a sick joke?” Taehyung chips in.
“No. Well, kind of. But not on you!” Hoseok stutters, incapable of dealing with high-stress situations without a nervous breakdown.
“Hang on, hang on.” Yoongi placates. “Let me explain, just listen.” Three pairs of eyes are on him, unblinking.
“In Heaven, marriages between Angels and Demons are forbidden, but in Hell they are not. This is something that has been a source of contention between Heaven and Hell for millennia, God and Lucifer have just never seen eye to eye over it so they just agreed to disagree. As long as it’s not mentioned… as far as God is concerned, it doesn’t exist, he will flat out deny its existence - I’m sure you know what a sore loser He is!”
Taehyung nods in agreement, smiling without it touching his eyes.
“I don’t actually ever recall witnessing or hearing about a Hell marriage that would involve a heavenly being ever happening in my lifetime but I have read accounts of it in the older chapters of the Hell bible…”
It’s Hoseok’s turn to roll his eyes and to interrupt the Demon’s tiresome monologue.
“The point being… If you do nothing and Taehyung leaves, he will go back to Heaven for sentencing for his sins and because being with a Demon is a mortal sin, Taehyung will not only be banished but he will be sent to Hell to be punished for all eternity.” Hoseok tears up, digging out a tissue from his sleeve, wiping his nose with it before hiccupping.
Yoongi continues: “If, however, you are married, Heaven can’t touch you. You will be a subject of Hell by marriage and therefore out of bounds for Heavenly punishments -I doubt God will want to start another war with Lucifer just over you.” Yoongi jokes.
“Well that’s sounds easy enough, we can just get married until they forget all about us and then go our separate ways if need be…?” Taehyung smiles, immeasurably relieved -well, until he realises everyone else in the room is completely silent.
“What is it?” Taehyung whispers, suddenly wary.
Sounding his age, Yoongi speaks with reluctance.
“Hell marriages are not like human marriages, Taehyung… Hell marriages are soulbond marriages which means that you bind your souls together for all eternity, even if you were to reincarnate, you are still bound as one. There is no reversing it.”
Taehyung gulps, tries to swallow, tries to get his head around the situation he finds himself in.
Hoseok is the first one to speak after the long silence, his voice shaky. “We don’t have a lot of time, they are expecting me back soon… with you.”
It’s clear he doesn’t want to say it, but he carries on, nonetheless. “If you come back with me, you will be cast aside and sent to hell without questioning, without any consideration. You’ll be dead to Him, Taehyung.”
“W-why can’t we stay here?” Taehyung asks, his voice the smallest Jungkook has ever heard it.
“As soon as I leave, this world will cease to exist, Taehyung.” The smile on Hoseok’s face is despondent.
No matter how much he wills it, Taehyung’s heart will not calm down, it races inside his ribcage like a crazed bird trying to escape, hitting against the walls violently.
He doesn’t realise he’s crying until gentle fingers wipe the tears away.
When he looks at Jungkook, he sees tears in his eyes too with endless apologies.
“This is not your fault, please.” Holding his face between his palms, Taehyung kisses Jungkook’s lips tenderly.
Yoongi continues: “If you leave with Hoseok, you will be in Hell in a long line of sinners and will be punished for all eternity. Your other choice, with Jungkook, will leave you Earth and Hell -but more as a holiday home destination than a permanent residence.” He jokes and Hoseok kicks him in the shin, shooting daggers with his eyes.
“I-I- I need a minute. Excuse me.” Taehyung scarpers out of the room and heads directly into the living room and out onto the balcony.
He tries to take big breaths in, inhale whole lungfuls but nothing goes in, the sudden panic inside him engulfing his insides into darkness.
In his dizziness, his knees give up but before he falls, Jungkook is there and catches him, pressing them against the railing on the balcony, holding him tight from behind.
“Just breathe, Angel, just breathe.”
“I-I-I don’t know what I was thinking?!! How could I have been stupid enough to think I could get away with this, that there would be an alternative to Hell!? How naïve can a person get…?” hiccupping, he covers his face with his hands while he cries.
“Well, you are an angel, they’re pretty naïve from what I’ve heard.” Jungkook teases.
Taehyung can’t help the teary giggle at the stupid joke so he elbows the Incubus in the stomach and turns around.
“Shut up.” The words are affectionate when Taehyung speaks them against Jungkook’s chest, nosing into the soft fabric, trying to calm his heart, to quieten his sobs by burying his face under the chin.
In Jungkook’s arms it’s easy. To forget, to not worry… it’s so easy to be with him.
The deep, calm boom of Jungkook’s heart under Taehyung’s ear is hypnotic in its regularity.
“Taehyung. It’s a valid option.” Jungkook whispers.
“No.”
“It’s fine, I can…”
“I couldn’t possibly ask you to…”
“I’ll do it.”
Taehyung blinks.
“I want to do it. I want to marry you Taehyung.”
Still just blinking Taehyung can’t figure out what to say.
“I really can’t ask you to do this for me, Jungkook. I don’t want to take advantage of you. And you know perfectly well that you would only resent me -maybe not now, not for a while, but what about a century, a millennium from now? Would you not resent being stuck with me?”
Jungkook sweeps his thumbs along Taehyung’s cheekbones, wiping away the tears falling on the soft flesh.
“I can’t be selfish with you.” Taehyung whispers.
Jungkook inhales sharply, a little aggressively.
“You done?” Firm fingers pinch Taehyung’s chin and a ruthless mouth lands on Taehyung’s lips, tongue pushing in to violently claim the sobbing figure. The kiss tastes salty, and when Taehyung’s fingers suddenly grip into Jungkook’s hair, he groans in a way that makes Taehyung’s body come alive again.
Just for the briefest of moments Taehyung lets himself dream and think about what it would feel like to have this man until the end of time…
“You are being selfish, don’t you see?”
The desperation in Jungkook’s voice is undisguised and raw when he urges Taehyung to listen, his face pained, his eyes dark with sorrow.
“How can I live the rest of my life knowing I could have saved you? Are you going to make me live in devastating regret for the rest of eternity -is that better? just to satisfy your need for illogical and positively unnecessary martyrdom!?”
The harsh words are enough to find a way through to Taehyung.
He stutters, unable to stop the tears from rolling because it’s just too much for one person to decide.
Jungkook knocks their foreheads together and whispers.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to shout at you… I just… I..”
Jungkook pulls a ragged breath and speaks like he has never spoken before.
“Taehyung. You are beautiful, truly divine in every sense of the word. I cannot tell you how special these days have been to me, I will be eternally grateful that you’ve chosen me to be the person who has travelled with you on this journey of discovery so far…
…You know I’m not just saying it, I know you can feel it too, that what we have is something… different, it’s more, I know it.
…It seems insane to say this after only seven days, but Taehyung…” Jungkook lifts Taehyung’s hand over his heart “this is yours and has been since the second I first saw you. Please don’t make me leave without you, Taehyung, please marry me.”
When there still is no answer, Jungkook adds his final plea, the thing that he hopes will finally assuage Taehyung.
“It’s not doing you a favour, I don’t want to marry you just because you need that to survive, I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything or that you have taken something from me by marrying me… I’m the one who will gain the most because I will have you… Taehyung, even if there was no Hell below us and above us only sky, I’d still marry you.”
He seals his words with a kiss, a tender kiss that he hopes holds everything that he is trying to say, everything that he feels in his heart -the very heart he thought was cold and dead- suddenly brought to life by the light that is Taehyung.
The salt of their tears mixes into the languid kiss and when there is a gentle clearing of throat behind them, they know -not only that it’s time to go, but also where they are going.
Hell
“This looks nothing like I imagined Hell would look like… these colours are just breath-taking…” Taehyung says and gazes up at the sky of Hell, a kaleidoscope of colours gently swirling like some van Gogh painting in motion.
“I always thought it would be like red and burning, you know, people screaming and frying in the flames kind of thing, lots of horned, red naked people running around?” He chuckles until he hears Jungkook’s answer.
“Well, there are places like that too -this is just another part of Hell, the same way as there are other parts to Heaven or Earth.”
Where they are, the scenery truly is beautiful. A flower meadow filled with crimson poppies and bright blue cornflowers, weeping willows with purple leaves, bright yellow birds singing strangely melancholy tunes in direct contrast to the bright colours. It’s perfect for his mood because Taehyung feels bright but he also feels a little blue.
He doesn’t have a lot to leave behind, not many friends, hardly any family and Hoseok is the only person he used to see regularly. But change is always scary and if it weren’t for the incredibly and totally unexpected optimism of the Incubus he is about to marry, Taehyung would be feeling much more nervous than he actually is.
“Lucky for us, it’s beautiful here -almost as beautiful as you…” Jungkook coos, fingers flicking under Taehyung’s chin, who grins widely, eyes crinkling at the purposefully cheesy words meant to alleviate his obvious nervousness.
Yoongi makes gagging noises behind them which make Hoseok chuckle.
“They are so gross, seriously.”
“Oh c’mon Yoongi, they’re cute, admit it.” Hoseok challenges.
“I’m going to die if I have to look at them until the end of eternity.” He whines like a child until Jimin catches his eye, then suddenly he straightens his hair and the embroidered collar of his shirt out and clears his throat, working on trying to look all important.
“Look who’s talking…” Hoseok snorts under his breath. “…don’t think I can’t see you eyeing Jimin, don’t think I don’t know why you asked for him specifically to come down here with me...” he taps the side of his nose like some old fortune-teller.
Flustered, cheeks burning, Yoongi replies “What do you mean, of course he’s here because we need two heavenly witnesses and of course it has to be him because he is the only correctly ranked Angel who knows Taehyung enough to be his witness -and the only one who was able to come with no notice whatsoever…”
They are running out of time so Yoongi moves into position in at a slightly elevated area surrounded by flowers that are gently dancing in the soft breeze.
“This is probably the part where people would normally start by saying “dearly beloved, today we are gathered here”… blah blah blah I’m afraid we have no time for that today because our special people are short on time. So, instead, we are going to have a short ceremony and the kids can then spend the rest of eternity being obnoxious and telling each other their wedding vows everyday if they want to.”
Jungkook laughs under his breath, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Yoongi has a particular style about him, he doesn’t really conform, I hope you don’t mind?” he whispers into Taehyung’s ear while the stand next to Yoongi, holding hands.
Taehyung just smiles, whispering “it’s ok, we’ll have all the time in the world”.
In a daze, Taehyung finds himself being guided onto the other side of the tiny clearing where he is then asked to face Jungkook.
Yoongi guides them to join their right hands together, as if in a greeting.
“What about rings?!” Taehyung suddenly whispers in a panic.
“Oh there won’t be any rings baby, down here it’s a permanent mark that looks like a tattoo…”
“Ohhh, is it gonna hurt?” Taehyung whispers, eyes wide and when Jungkook shrugs in answer in a way that makes Taehyung think that it might be really rather sore, he immediately says:
“Is it too late to change my mind?” and grins.
Jungkook chuckles under his breath. “It’ll be fine Angel, like taking off a plaster.”
“I don’t know what that feels like!” Taehyung hisses back when it’s time to speak.
“You ready?” Yoongi asks, looking at Jungkook first, then at Taehyung.
Wordless, they both nod.
“OK then! So since we’re going for the short-short version, all you need to do is repeat after me… “Taehyung, with this mark, I thee wed.” “
Taehyung is staring at their hands, slightly shellshocked but not harbouring any doubts -he knows he’d never want to be with anyone more than he wants to be with Jungkook.
His attention shifts back up when there is a silence where Jungkook’s words should be.
He searches Jungkook eyes and sees nothing but love.
“I-I would like to say just a few words, just to Taehyung.” Jungkook speaks, quietly enough that his voice doesn’t carry to where the few people attending can hear him.
"Taehyung, I-I-I just want you to know that...before we do this... I need you to know that... I'd choose you. I'd always choose you, no matter how many worlds, no matter how many lifetimes... I'd always find you and I'd always choose you... because I love you." Right at the last words of his confession, his voice cracks from the pressure of his surging emotions.
Taehyung can’t even speak because of the torrent of his.
He simply lifts Jungkook’s hand to his mouth and kisses the knuckles with as much love as he can muster, his tears falling and glistening on the curve of it.
The sickeningly sweet romancing directly in front of Yoongi is tooth-rotting enough to almost turn him into a romantic. Almost.
Jungkook clears his throat and speaks the words clearly and with confidence. “Taehyung, with this mark, I thee wed.” the gentle squeeze of his fingers is comforting, the love shining in his eyes even more so.
“Jungkook, with this mark, I thee wed.” Taehyung speaks, his voice shaking but it holds zero hesitation.
Instantly, the mark begins to form, the heated tingle isn’t painful but Taehyung can feel it deep inside him.
It starts by wrapping all over the ring finger from the very tip of it and around where a wedding band would sit, from there, the beautifully intricate swirls of the tattoo travel up their arms, at matching speed, all the way up, circling in dark vines around the arm, up to the shoulder and then Taehyung can feel it run over his chest and after circling around the heart, it stops, directly on it.
It is done. Taehyung is now a child of Hell, his husband a Demon of the underworld.
When they arrive at their newly dedicated house (who knew being married to an Incubus came with benefits?) they walk to the door holding hands but in a sudden ninja move, Jungkook tackles Taehyung and lifts him onto his shoulder, his head tangling down behind his back.
“Oy! What are you doing?” Taehyung squeals, breathless.
“I’m carrying my wife to our new marital home.” He’s clearly teasing but Taehyung can’t help but to take the bait.
“First of all! I don’t think they call this type of carrying “bridal style”, this is more like Neanderthal style and second of all! You do not get to call me your wife!”
“Oh really?” Jungkook challenges and drops Taehyung down onto his feet inside of the door.
“Really!” he pouts but struggles to keep the smiley wobble out of it.
He can’t carry on with the façade any longer, instead he leans over and whispers into Jungkook’s ear:
“You don’t get to call me that husband -at least not yet, you’ve got to earn that privilege.” His voice dips seductively when he winks, making his way upstairs to find the bedroom.
“Is that so..? I’ll have you know my angelic wife. I never back down from a challenge -and I have been known to always win.” He looks so pleased with himself, it tickles Taehyung to say:
“Oh, I’m counting on it.”