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Glasses were shattering, the thiasus were cheering, the sounds of the tympanums and aulos nearly ear splitting, the smell of blood from the fresh sparagmos of a poor victim was strong– Jeongguk was more than euphoric watching the sight of his darling worshippers dance the night away in the theatre hall, the ritual in full swing.
“God, how long has it been?” He mumbled to himself with a snicker, pretending like he even remotely cared for how much time he spent partying like this.
He took a gulp of his wine, the dark red liquid spilling from the corners of his lips and drip, drip, dripping off his chin, gliding down the pale skin of his neck. It looked almost like blood, he thought, as it fell onto the purple of his robes. It was one of many dark stains against his chiton and the sight only made him laugh maniacally like it was the funniest thing in the world to him, proof of his inebriated & fuzzy mind. His heavy gaze fell back onto his followers, his movements sluggish as he leaned against the marble of his throne in the centre of the room, feeling too cold for his heated skin from watching the erotic sights in front of him.
He watched as his followers grind against each other, lock their lips at any opportunity, their limbs frenzied as they dance to the loud and chaotic music. A smile pulled at his lips as he saw some of the bacchanals in dresses and skirts, some so short anyone who looked for even a second could see their lingerie if they even bothered to wear any at all. Their feet were stained with blood, deep and dark from the bodies who were unfortunate to get trampled and from the frenzied brutality and attacks of the maenads.
The sights were always so unabashedly arousing, vulgar, horrific. Jeongguk loved it, absolutely loved the power he held over them.
He was well aware that his followers only ever felt this confidence and freedom in festivals made for him, how dependent they all were on him. It pleased him to no end, his greed for more and more of this devotion indescribable. The things they’d do for him, the blood they’d shed for him in exchange for more of this erratic indulgence, it was beautiful to know.
He slipped off his throne, knowing he was unseen to the gaze of mortals, as he slipped through the crowd with his hands occasionally brushing against the thiasus’ hips or collarbones or even lower, applying enough of his spiritual power to make them feel it, his divinity. Jeongguk couldn't help but smirk whenever he heard one of their hitched breaths, turning to the other worshippers and exclaiming with joy that they felt his presence all around his body, that ‘their beloved god was here with them!’
As he continued to trail in between hot and sweaty bodies, towards the white clothed buffet table placed to the far side of the room dirtied with the remnants of the food and drinks shared amongst the people. Dionysus, while he didn’t need to eat anything other than ambrosia and nectars to sustain himself, the sight of the many perfectly plump and ripe fruits served on gold platters had him salivating.
Greedily and without a care for if anyone saw food mysteriously disappear, he placed his cup down before reaching towards a bowl of fruit and plucked a few grapes to pop into his mouth, a small moan leaving his lips at the succulent taste.
“Delectable,” he murmured to himself as he sucked another into his lips, his gaze flitting around the space again. The band played passionately on the stage, some of the other worshippers crawling over the steps to take over some of the instruments themselves and even fighting over them, painting the perfect picture of the madness that usually went on during these Dionysia rituals.
But something suddenly caught his attention. Through the midst of dancing mortals, there was a figure who stuck out like a sore thumb, one wearing a thick white cloak. At these rituals, Jeongguk would see many kinds of bodies. Thick, thin, blemished, unblemished, pale, dark and all the in betweens— but a covered, clean one?
He furrowed his brows. Not something he was used to seeing everyday at one of these. Jeongguk stops his hungry feast, instead slowly making his way towards the modest figure by the door of the hall, wanting to scrutinize them. Upon getting a closer look at him, the figure looked like he wanted to leave, their grip on their own cloak so tight that Jeongguk was almost worried it would tear through the fabric. Almost. Their hands, despite their large size, looked too frail to break something.
They wore a long white robe with a hood, the sleeves he wore flounced, the ends flowing off of his thin wrists. Gold embroidered the edges, making him look royal. As Jeongguk’s gaze flicked up to his face, he stilled where he stood, mouth falling agape. The figure seemed to be a young man, and he was– Oh fuck, he was beautiful. Very much so, to the point Jeongguk had to blink a few times to make sure he was seeing right and that it wasn’t just the alcohol blurring his vision. It took him a few moments to realise who it was.
Kim Taehyung. He recognized him. One of, if not, his most devoted and beautiful followers. A priest as well, having his own shrine and temple dedicated to him. Jeongguk would always answer his prayers, if not as a blessing but to ogle at him, see the beautiful smile that would spread on his face. Besides, he provided some great offerings.
When he said he was beautiful, Jeongguk meant it. His nose was perfectly rounded at the tip, large & gentle eyes with lashes that prettily fluttered at every blink. His lips, plump and pink, were downturned into a small frown. They looked soft. Some strands of his hair fell over his forehead, blonde strands framing his face– he looked as if the goddess of beauty herself blessed him. He looked very, very out of place.
It wasn’t rare to see some of the mortals shy away from the crowd. Jeongguk was well aware that everyone was different, but they’d always be in a state of undress or at least looked like they’d drank enough to have a light buzz. There wasn’t even a glass of wine in his hands! And besides, Taehyung had never participated in one of these rituals before. At least, he never noticed or remembered him. He’d always been the quieter type, Jeongguk remembered. All of his celebrations, including the ones in the temple, were small gatherings.
If anyone came close to him, Jeongguk saw how he curled up further into the corner, as if he was afraid to go near them. In fact, he noticed how a few people even tried making offers for him to join the celebrations (or to have sex, Jeongguk honestly wouldn’t be surprised), to which they’d be responded with a firm shake of his head. It made him gasp, honestly. Who would turn down sex?
“Seriously? What a bore,” Jeongguk grunts out to no one but himself, a look of disdain on his face. It was disappointing to see a beautiful follower of his act like such a coward. He didn’t like the idea of someone at his rituals refusing to take part at all, not one bit, especially not one so beautiful– what kind of followers were they really?
He didn’t want to doubt Taehyung’s devotion. He’d always been kind, never asking for too much and he’d always had somewhat of a soft spot for him. He was sweet, too good for this world, yet seeing him refuse to even drink his wine had him feeling agitated.
Dionysus may be viewed as a patient god towards his followers, but truth be told, Jeongguk was not. He had the idea to take on a human disguise to try and find out what Taehyung was thinking, but with how much wine he’d consumed, he thought against it.
He’d probably end up shapeshifting into a goat and end up getting attacked as a sacrifice to himself. While he did love having hands all over him, obviously with having sex and pleasure as a main source of energy, he’d rather not be torn limb from limb. Perhaps it wasn’t worth the effort, he thinks, as he makes a move to step away.
Or, perhaps it was. As the thought started ruminating in his mind, he felt his anger grow. Even as he felt the bodies of the other thiasus against him in the crowd, his mind refused to focus on anything else, any other sensation. Who was he, this follower, to not give his all to him? Jeongguk, Dionysus does so much for his followers. Especially for Taehyung.
He gives them this feeling of ecstasy, everything they could ever want. He loves his darlings so dearly, tales of what he’s blessed them with in every corner of the world yet this ungrateful man wouldn’t even drink the wine that he provides for him.
What was once a fleeting thought now had him seeing red and his head snapped towards Taehyung. His anger was so strong, it was nearly palpable. His spiritual energy was running wild in his veins, burning hot and he couldn’t control himself.
Jeongguk’s steps were fast, hurried as he walked behind a pillar. He was well aware that he couldn’t be seen unless he willed himself to be, but he didn’t want to risk it. As soon as he was sure he was hidden enough, he channeled his anger, a burst of power releasing him from him as he transformed with haste.
Gone was his purple chiton, replaced with a black one and a matching cloak over his body mocking that of a priest. His features morphed, no longer as sharp as they usually were but softer, kinder despite the rage he felt. His irritation only grew as his bangs, a little longer than they usually were, tickled his skin as they fell in front of his face.
And before he could just run right over, grab Taehyung by his cloak and reprimand him because how dare he come to one of his rituals and not even try to enjoy it– Jeongguk took a deep breath to calm himself. He was still a follower of Dionysia, no matter how disrespectful he seemed to be, and Jeongguk’s charm was just as strong as his fists.
He’d lull him, tempt him to give him at least something to feed off of. It wasn’t like he needed anymore than he already had, but his ego & reputation took blows at the thought of a worshipper not doing as they should for him.
As soon as he deemed himself calm enough, Jeongguk made himself visible to the mortal eye, making his way over to Taehyung. His steps were slow, almost a saunter as he eyes him. Infuriatingly enough, he was even more beautiful up close.
Clearing his throat, he smiled as he approached him, hoping it was kind enough to sell his part as a priest.
“Hello there, young one,” he greeted with a tone light and airy, comforting. Or what he hoped sounded comforting. “Enjoying the festival?”
Jeongguk tried not to roll his eyes or smirk when he noticed how Taehyung’s shoulders tensed up immediately at the question, stiffening where he stood. His disguise was made to be gentle, soothing, not scary— however, being around such a powerful being perhaps sent tingles down the man’s spine subconsciously. The thought made him nearly snort.
Taehyung paused, wet his lips while he avoided making any eye contact with Jeongguk.
“.. Oh, um. I.. I don’t know. I mean, yes, but..” He trailed off, beginning to look towards the crowd of people again. “It’s just a lot to take in.”
He pretended to not be shocked by how deep his voice was, but his voice did not match his face. It always stunned him, even if he had heard it before. Following his gaze, Jeongguk saw exactly who Taehyung was looking at. Some people had completely forgotten all concepts of shame and decided to just indulge in their depraved fantasies with one another, their ecstasy so strong he could feel it even through this weaker form of his.
He glanced back at Taehyung, taking note of how flustered he seemed as he tilted his head. Honey cheeks were now dusted with red, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly at the sight.
“Oh,” Jeongguk hummed. “Is this your first time at a Dionysia ritual? You look.. Nervous.”
He asked, and the question was somewhat genuine. He was sure it was, but Jeongguk still doubted himself. Usually, he’d be so drunk at these events that the next day nearly half of the memories he’d made would’ve fully vanished by the time he woke up late in the evening after the events of a loud party, he wouldn’t be surprised if he saw the other before but was too out of it to form a coherent thought.
Taehyung hesitated for a moment, staring down at the floor before giving Jeongguk a small nod.
“Yes. I, uh.. Don’t know what I expected. But it’s definitely more.”
He laughed like he didn’t know how to, the sound sounding strangled and flustered. Jeongguk couldn’t tell if he hated it or wanted to make fun of it.
Both. Probably both.
“More is an accurate way to put it, for sure.” Jeongguk agreed, giving him a smile of his own as he crossed his arms over his chest which felt a little strained, even to himself. The feeling of so much cloth against his heated skin was uncomfortable, agitating him just a little further but he tried to ignore it. Charm first, brute force second.
“But maybe the nerves would go away if you.. Joined the crowd?” He offered, his voice sweet even though his plans were anything but. “After all, the night is still young. Might as well—“
“No.”
Jeongguk’s head snapped to face him immediately, the harsh rejection only fueling his anger. Before he could impulsively make a retort, say something a little too cruel, it seemed the man himself realised what he said.
He finally looked up at Jeongguk, panic visible on his face. “Wait— Not no, like no! No, as in, uh..” Taehyung fumbled with his words pathetically, his tongue tying itself into knots as he tried his best to explain himself. “No, like.. I don’t know how to join! I’ve never, um.. Participated in a ritual like this! There’s a lot going on, too many people and.. It kinda smells like blood, so I’m nervous, haha, my lord must be disappointed in me– and oh god, I’m rambling.. So, uh.”
Ah. Jeongguk’s newfound rage whittled away slowly as Taehyung went on and on, confusion beginning to clear up. That makes sense. At least he knew that his god was irritated at him, too.
“I see..” He pressed his lips together in a thin line thoughtfully, before glancing towards the buffet table once more. “You know, maybe a little bit of wine would relax you. Alcohol always softens the edges, don’t you think?”
Taehyung looked as if he was considering it, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. It was cute how nervous he was, honestly, if Jeongguk put his irritation aside. He wished he were a being like Phobos, able to feed off fear. He would’ve been sustained for the night and more just from him alone.
“You know what,” Taehyung exhaled. “Sure. Yes, wine sounds fine.”
Good riddance, Jeongguk wanted to say, but instead he just kept his smile. He gestured for him to follow, as he walked his way towards the buffet table, which had lost all of its crowd. Most of his other worshippers had ended up either in the large group in the middle of the room or the stage, or in their own little corners huddled up and doing countless acts of lechery to one another. The sights excited him, to the point he felt this traitorous mortal vessel begin to react but he tried to calm down. Oh, how he wanted to see Taehyung doing something similar— but he could indulge in these pleasures fully later, his focus was somewhere else for the moment.
Jeongguk said as he stopped by the table, not bothering to turn around as he found and placed two goblets of his liking down in front of him. “I didn’t catch your name, young one. What is it?” He asked, as if he didn’t already know very well who exactly he was.
“.. Kim Taehyung,” he heard him mumble after a moment, as if he had zoned out. His voice was so soft he almost didn’t hear it.
“Taehyung. I see.” Jeongguk nodded, the name rolling off his tongue smoothly. Of course it did. The name left his lips often, especially on those heated nights of his alone.
“And yours?” Taehyung asked behind him, sounding more and more anxious as they approached the white table. Strange. Perhaps he wasn’t much of a drinker, either. He never did see him drink wine whenever he was summoned to Taehyung’s shrine.
“Jeon.” He answered swiftly. Jeongguk wasn’t quite sure where this fake name came to fruition, but it’d always been the one he went for. It was familiar. Maybe it was one given to him in a life he had before, but he didn’t particularly care to dwell on those sappy sentiments.
Before Taehyung could ask him anything else, he began picking up the wine bottles to inspect them. “We have a wide selection of wines. Bitter, sweet,” he hummed, looking for any different flavours. “Some fruity, some floral. You can choose any you–”
When he turned around, Jeongguk was met with a.. Sight. One that fully validated any anger he was feeling.
There Taehyung stood, his fingers playing around with a necklace, which was most likely hidden beneath his cloak earlier. The gold glinted in the light of the hall. The print on the charm of the necklace, though dirtied from time, was visible enough for him to feel his earlier rage come back tenfold.
On the gold was the face of another god, Apollo. His direct opposite, the god who stood for everything he didn’t. His rival.
Jeongguk’s grip on the wine bottles tightened as he stared at Taehyung, lost in his own thoughts. He cleared his throat, a little too loudly, causing the other to jolt up and widen his eyes, looking like he was caught committing a murder. And honestly, to Jeongguk, this wasn’t all that different from a crime.
“Taehyung.” He grits out, his voice too harsh in comparison to the forced smile on his face. “Who is that on your necklace?”
“.. I.. Um...”
“Apollo?” Jeongguk said the name as if it’s a poison, something so bitter that he cannot stomach even the thought of.
Taehyung looked hesitant to answer, but it didn’t take long for him to firm his composure, unclasping his hands and allowing the necklace to hang loosely around his neck. “I.. Yes.” He mumbled, so honest and so anxiously that it only pissed Jeongguk off even more.
Betrayal washed over Jeongguk. Had he been slacking recently in his blessings for Taehyung, or what? He swore he always tried his best to satisfy him, to keep him happy. Was he not enough? Why did Taehyung have to go to Apollo, what could he do that Jeongguk couldn’t? “You– The nerve,” Jeongguk meant to stay calm, patient, but his arrogance always got the best of him. His eyes glinted with something challenging. “You came here. Stood in our night, witnessed our rituals for our god and here you are, wearing an accessory of another.”
Taehyung winced at the harsh yet truthful words, but he tried to defend himself nonetheless. “I was just– curious! I didn’t think, um.. I promise I didn’t mean to disrespect you or Dionysus, besides, I’m devoted to him! I have a temple for him— The necklace is a gift from my family, a keepsake, you know? They follow–”
“You didn’t think, I can tell,” Jeongguk scoffed, about a few moments away from either smiting Taehyung or smashing the wine bottles into his head. “How can you say you’re devoted to Dionysus when you, your family, whatever follow the very god that opposes his beliefs? What a joke.”
He heard a meek, stupid apology from behind him and an attempt to explain himself once more. Jeongguk’s hands clenched around the bottles in his hands. Taehyung was too pretty, too pretty to have his face broken in. Too pretty to be such a liar.
Too pretty to even be thinking about his poor, poor excuse of a half brother.
And just then, a thought flickered in Jeongguk’s mind. One cruel, one may even consider it abhorrent to even think about– but with how much disrespect he’d faced from this foolish, sweet mortal, he didn’t know what else to do. Somewhere deep inside him, he knew it was most likely just his blind rage and jealousy getting the best of him, a common occurrence for him, but he felt it was reasonable this time.
Letting out a small sigh, he relaxed his once furrowed brows, staring at Taehyung who was now looking down at the floor with the tips of his ears turned red from shame.
Jeongguk turned away, setting one of the wine bottles aside. “.. But I suppose I cannot be too angry at you.” He spoke, his voice barely softening. “After all, you were going to say your family follows Apollo. And it’s not like you meant to disrespect me– Ahem, Dionysus, correct?”
He bit his tongue, wincing at his own slip up. Taehyung didn’t seem to notice though, as he made a noise of approval almost immediately. “Yes! Yes, of course!” The other declared, his voice confident.
Taehyung was beginning to rattle on and that’s when the god found himself an opportunity. He poured the wine into two goblets, preparing himself. Knowing Taehyung could only see his back, Jeongguk lifted his fingers up to the rim of the goblet he held. He closed his eyes, taking in the lustful and thrilling energy from all around the room, from now and before into his hands. He felt the skin warm up, hotter, hotter before there was a faint smoke, barely visible.
Ghosting his fingers across the liquid’s surface, the wine went from a deep red to something lighter, just a little pinker than its usual colour. Jeongguk smirked, his plan set into motion. He finally tuned back into Taehyung’s rant and he was– somehow– still going. Not that he minded, it was only helping him. At the next mention of fucking Apollo, Jeongguk’s mood soured once more, deciding to put an end to his meaningless yapping.
“Okay, okay!” Jeongguk lets out a false amused laugh, which snaps Taehyung out of his rant immediately as he clamps his mouth shut. “I understand, I forgive you. While I am mildly disappointed, it’s no crime to follow the beliefs of more than one god so.. Different from the one you follow, yes?”
Taehyung stared at him for a few moments, before he nodded, finally smiling and it was blinding. Jeongguk couldn’t tell if he found it adorable or annoying. Before he could open his mouth again, he took the goblets and offered the infused one to Taehyung. “And either way, Dionysus is a very kind god. I’m sure he’d want all of his followers to enjoy the festivities, even those who follow Apollo. So, come along, have a drink with me.”
And that was nothing but a cold lie. If Taehyung wasn’t as pretty as he was, he would’ve smited him by now. But he didn’t have to know that.
Taehyung took the goblet he was offered, the tips of their fingers barely brushing against each other. Jeongguk’s hands were still hot, and the feeling of the other’s skin against him had him biting his lip. Oh, oh he couldn’t wait.
“Cheers?” He smiled, playing up all his charm as he took a step closer.
“Cheers.”
The goblets clink together gently, both of them bringing the cups to their mouth. Jeongguk didn’t take much of a sip, instead, opting to stare at Taehyung, every move he made. How those pretty, soft lips pressed against the rim. How his throat bobs with every gulp of the wine, so innocent and so eagerly and Jeongguk was more than impatient for it to kick in.
It doesn’t take long to happen.
In seconds, Taehyung’s cheeks are red. His free hand, suddenly shaky, gripped onto the edge of the table and he’s panting, panting so softly as the heat flows in his body.
Jeongguk couldn’t even bother to hide how his smile changed. No longer soft and gentle, now cruel. Charged with something akin to lust, power as he watched the poor man writhe.
“J-Jeon.. Ah, what was in that wine? Everything feels so warm all of a sudden,” Taehyung huffed out, placing the goblet down and reaching for the hood of his white cloak, pulling it off of his heat and revealing his beautiful, dirty blonde locks.
Jeongguk stepped closer, letting his own wine fall to the floor as he let out a small chuckle, reaching out to steady Taehyung with his shoulders. He felt how he flinched at the heated touch, so very sensitive even under layers of fabric.
“Jeon.. Ah, it hurts, I’m scared—“
“Shh, shh, Taehyung. It’s Dionysus’ blessing to you. Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. The festivities were still in full swing, Jeongguk could hear the music and the moans and cheers of the people, but they were merely white noise to him at this point. “Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you feel the ecstasy running through your body, hm?”
His voice was low, loud enough for Taehyung to hear. It only served to make the man writhe in his hold, and Jeongguk revelled in it.
“I don’t.. Know..” Taehyung whimpered out, hands moving up to claw at the collar of his robes, trying to lower it to allow himself some respite from the ache he was beginning to feel. “It’s too much, that wine is too strong..“
“Just give in to it, Taehyung. Let him guide you. Let me guide you, okay?”
Jeongguk’s hands are gentle as they travel up Taehyung’s shoulders to cup his face and his skin is so soft. He wants to break it, dig his nails into the flesh and make him bleed but he knows he must tread lightly for now.
“Tell me,” he cooed, feeling how Taehyung was beginning to sweat underneath his palms. “Does it feel good?”
Taehyung made a strangled noise in response, leaning into and away from Jeongguk’s touch constantly. It burnt him, but it also satisfied him so much.
“I don’t know,” he repeated. Letting out a small moan, Taehyung’s legs were shaking at this point as he leaned closer to Jeongguk, his mouth hanging open as he breathed heavily. “Please help me, Jeon. It’s too hot. It feels so— warm—“
He swallowed, as if he was going to say something shameful but the aphrodisiacs numbed his inhibitions as well, Taehyung’s eyes glazed over with lust Jeongguk was no stranger to seeing.
“Your touch makes it better, I don’t know why, I.. Ah!” he cut himself off with a loud whine as Jeongguk pressed their foreheads together, the slightest brush of skin making him shiver and cry out.
Jeongguk snorted, meanly, his thumbs brushing over Taehyung’s cheekbones. “What do you need from me, Taehyung?”
He didn't expect a response immediately, but he was stunned when he heard a loud and eager moan, Taehyung’s arms wrapping around him entirely as he started to beg, pleading nearly incoherently.
“I need your touch! Jeon, I— I’ve never felt this way before, it’s too much, I can’t do this—“
Jeongguk’s shock wore off fast as he felt Taehyung’s hands tugging at him desperately, trying to feel him everywhere he could. His words made something click in his mind, and Jeongguk felt himself get turned on further.
Never felt this way before? Was he a virgin?
Fuck. The heat of their clothes must be uncomfortable against one another, Jeongguk thought, but it seemed like Taehyung just wanted to be as close as possible even if it burnt.
He was more than ready to pounce, here was this beautiful boy begging for him to touch him and defile him and did he want to, but Jeongguk realised where they were. They were still in the hall, and while the area near the buffet was much quieter, he didn’t want someone to see Taehyung like this. So depraved, so needy for someone to ease his pain, so eager to just let go.
“I’ll give you what you want, shh, shh..”
Jeongguk hushed Taehyung, his fingers moving to brush through that mess of hair which was now sticky with sweat.
“Just come with me first, alright? Can you do that for me? For Dionysus?”
Taehyung, sweet Taehyung, nodded without a second thought. The aphrodisiac he used was more potent than Jeongguk had ever imagined it to be, but he wasn’t complaining. Having total control over Taehyung was a dream.
“Good boy.” Jeongguk praised, and Taehyung let out a louder noise, thighs tightly pressed together as the praise sloshes in his drug-addled mind. He ushered Taehyung just through the door, outside of the hall into the stone walled corridor. He knew his followers well and he was aware that none of them would leave till the sun came out bright the next morning, so the risk of being caught was extremely low.
The moment he had Taehyung out of everyone’s sight, he pinned the man to the wall, wrists held in a firm grasp, his knee jamming in between his legs. Somewhere, deep in his mind, an angel told him to be kind. Play it safe, be gentle with Taehyung since he did seem to be a virgin but the sight of him—
Red faced, tears brimming his eyes and sweat making his hair & skin shine under the dim glow of the lantern lighting them from above. Taehyung kept whimpering, squirming against Jeongguk’s hold and trying to move closer and he just couldn’t fathom going slow. In a heartbeat, he crashed his lips against Taehyung’s, swallowing his gasp.
Taehyung let out a loud sob as Jeongguk bit down on his lip, his tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Spit, slick and shiny, coated their lips and chin as they kissed. Their teeth would clack together every so often, the pain making Jeongguk wince but it just made him want more, more.
“Look at you.” He growled between kisses, hands letting go of Taehyung’s wrists to undo his robes with impatience. “Just so eager, aren’t you? Doesn’t this feel so freeing?” he asked, having the decency to not just rip and tear Taehyung’s clothes off even if he wanted to.
“Y-Yes, ah, yes!”
Taehyung keened out, letting out a moan of relief as the cool air in the corridor finally hit his heated skin. Jeongguk broke away from the kiss as he finished releasing the fastenings on Taehyung’s tunic, pushing the fabric off of his shoulders and letting the robes fall to the floor, and he gulped at the sight before him.
Honey skin stared right back at him, unmarked, untouched. Beauty marks patterned the expanse of his body, some of them creating their own constellations across Taehyung’s chest. Jeongguk’s mouth watered at the sight, never did he see a mortal so perfect. Licking his lips, he dived down to his neck, beginning to kiss and suck his way down his body. He wanted to be the first to leave marks on Taehyung, the one to destroy this pure body of his.
“Taehyung,” he rasped as he moved to suck a hickey by his collarbone, hands roaming his body and landing on his hips, barely pushing down the edge of the underwear he was wearing. “You’ve never been touched like this, have you?”
Jeongguk pressed gently, tongue leaving a wet stripe down Taehyung’s chest. He knew his actions were making it difficult for him to speak, he could hear how Taehyung sputtered and moaned instead of answering, his breaths fast and heavy.
“N-Never.. Oh dear, Jeon, why does it feel so good?”
He cried out, the aphrodisiac heightening all of his senses to the extreme. Jeongguk shivered at his response, fuck, he definitely was a virgin. He could guess, but hearing it from Taehyung’s own mouth turned him on so much. He wanted to defile him, ruin him for any other god and mortal, he didn’t want anyone else to get their hands on such a beautiful soul.
“It feels good because you’re giving in, you’re letting go..” He replied, breathing hot against Taehyung’s skin. He stopped by his chest, admiring his pretty nipples, before he used his tongue to brush against the buds gently– just teasing. “All of your desires, everything you want and need.. I can provide you with.”
Jeongguk wasn’t even sure that Taehyung could focus on his words anymore, his eyes looking so hazy and out of it, but it was alright. He didn’t need him to think, he just needed him to feel. He could see those dark eyes, looking like hearts were glinting in them from the pleasure. It was adorable, he was adorable. There was no way he was going to let Apollo have this one, or even share Taehyung with him, he was much too good to follow that stuck up god.
While his tongue played with his nipples, distracting Taehyung for a few moments, he took the opportunity to unclasp the small button keeping the cloak around him and everything that held his chiton, shrugging the layers off onto the hard floor. He cringed at the sight of his arms, softer than what he would’ve liked and lacking his tattoos, but he ignored it.
Once it was off, his hands slipped onto Taehyung’s hips, ghosting around the edges of his underwear before they slid over to the knots on the side keeping them up. Jeongguk kissed his chest soothingly, relishing in the small moans he pulled out of him, all the while his fingers tangled into the strings and undoing them slowly, carefully.
When they were looser, Jeongguk glanced up at Taehyung, biting his lower lip once he realised he was staring at him himself. Their eyes met, heat present in both of theirs, but Taehyung looked like he was lost in a trance.
“Cute,” he whispered, before leaning in to capture Taehyung’s lips in another hot kiss. He felt how the other tried this time, tried to push his tongue into his mouth and he allowed him to. He was incredibly messy, no sense of rhythm or rhyme on how he kissed but Jeongguk found it only made him hotter. His knee moved along with their kiss, teasing Taehyung and he could feel how he was already hard.
He broke away first, panting, before practically manhandling Taehyung— Jeongguk flipped him, his stomach and chest now braced against the wall instead, to which he began to vehemently protest against.
“Jeon,” he whined out, much too weak to move against the other as his hands braced against the wall to keep himself steady. “The wall’s cold, too cold.”
Jeongguk laughed cruelly, shaking his head as he fully undid the knots holding Taehyung’s underwear up. “You’ll be warm enough soon, okay? Do you trust me?” He asked, slowly pulling down the cloth. His eyes immediately fell onto the curve of his ass, his touch beginning to fall down towards the supple flesh instead.
“.. I do.” Taehyung whimpered out after a moment of silence, consideration. The heat in his skin only seemed to grow higher, to the point it felt like it was going to burn Jeongguk as well but it was a welcome pain.
Jeongguk hummed in response, mumbling a few small praises which made Taehyung shake in his hold, as he began to kiss his way down his back, all the way down till he was sitting on his knees. His lips were gentle as they brushed against the blades of his shoulder, the curve of his spine, all the way down to his ass. He took a moment to just stare at it, hands going up to squeeze the meat between his fingers— It was round, heavy in his hands. It fit perfectly, maybe the cheeks were just a little bigger but he was in awe of how perfect they were.
“Everything about you is divine, Taehyung.” He said without thinking, spreading open his cheeks wide to get a view of that hole that fluttered prettily, Jeongguk swallowing harshly at the sight. “It’s such a shame you wear such thick clothing— I feel so lucky to have seen what’s underneath it.”
“I’m not meant to wear such, nh.. Indecent clothing.” Taehyung mumbled from above him, hips jerking as Jeongguk continued playing with his ass, the tip of his leaking cock pressing against the cool wall and providing him some relief but not enough. “Jeon, please— Make the burn go away, I can’t..”
And who would Jeongguk be to say no? He didn’t even bother with a response, not even a taunt, as he allowed his tongue to leave the confines of his lips and drag it down the swell of Taehyung’s ass, down the crack just above his hole. He tasted like heaven somehow, but perhaps it was just Jeongguk’s hard cock beginning to control what he thought and felt.
He teased his rim, before he greedily dove in, his tongue pressing and flattening against the hole. The tip of the muscle barely thrusted into him, his saliva dripping down his chin as he lapped at his ass.
Taehyung was whining, crying above him, hips messily moving to meet Jeongguk’s movements as he fucked his hole with his tongue. “That feels so good, oh gosh, oh god,” he slurred. His speech was beginning to get nonsensical as Jeongguk continued to eat him out with so much hunger, his large hands moving to grip his waist so tightly to prevent him from moving. His nails broke the flesh of his skin, red crescent marks forming in a matter of seconds. He was needy, so needy from the teasing touches and the effects of the aphrodisiac.
“You taste so fucking good.” Jeongguk growled out, keeping him held against the wall with one hand while the other moved to his ass. He didn’t care if his saliva wasn’t the best lube, he wanted Taehyung to feel pain. He wanted to see him cry. And besides, he was sure the aphrodisiac would numb him to it just a little. Begrudgingly, he pulled his tongue away just enough to allow one of his fingers to press against his entrance and he groaned at the feeling of his rim clenching around the tip.
“Taehyung, do you feel that? Your pretty hole’s trying to suck me in.. You’re so desperate, aren’t you? Slut.” He crooned. Taehyung could only let out a sob in response, missing the stimulation of Jeongguk’s tongue but also wanting more of that thick finger inside of him. “Jeon, I’m.. I’m not a, slut.. Nhh..”
Jeongguk hummed, pressed another soothing kiss to his tailbone. He pulled away to suck on three of his fingers, getting them wet enough to make it an easier slide for himself. Once they were deemed plenty soaked, he brought his fingers back to his hole, circling the rim with his index before carefully pushing into the velvet heat. He heard Taehyung’s loud mewl, his back arching as plunged all the way to the knuckle.
“Oh, oh god!”
It seems that either Taehyung was too much of a virgin or the aphrodisiac intensified his pleasure way too much, because as he barely curled his finger to find his prostate– without a warning, the man above him came with a shout of his name, pearly white liquid spilling from the tip of his cock.
Jeongguk’s eyes widened at the sight, his face going red. Did Taehyung seriously just come from just feeling his finger inside of him?
“Fuck, Taehyung,” He huffed out, feeling as Taehyung’s walls pulsed firmly against his finger from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He was so tight, to the point he wasn’t even sure if three fingers would be enough to stretch him wide enough for his cock. “You’re so cute, my darling..”
Without a chance to let him relax, Jeongguk started his thrusts slowly. He pushed his finger in deep, letting him adjust to the initial stretch, knowing the lack of any lubrication must have made it painful but seeing Taehyung’s lack of protest, he knew he could allow himself to speed up, just a little. He brought his finger out, all the way until only the tip remained, before he pushed back in. With every slow drag of his finger in his hole, Taehyung would sob and gasp, the sensation new and unfamiliar.
“Jeon..” He slurred out once more, grinding down on his finger. He wanted more. So much more, it felt too good to the point he felt as if he was dreaming. “Jeon, I want it faster..”
Jeongguk smirked at the sound of his whining. He couldn’t deny him, not now. He’d show him what pleasure is, what a god really does for his devoted followers, he couldn’t deny such sweet pleas.
“Such a needy thing you are, my darling.” He taunted, but didn’t hesitate to begin moving his finger in and out of him faster, silently preening at every whine that left Taehyung’s lips. “You just came, and you already want more? Insatiable.”
Eventually, he deemed he was stretched enough for two, pressing another finger in. Jeongguk scissored his fingers inside of him as he thrusted, stretching Taehyung out wider with every movement. He slowly got off of his knees, standing up straight and he leaned closer, pressing his chin on top of Taehyung’s shoulder. It allowed him to hear his strangled noises better, so loud, even with the music from inside the hall still bumping in the background.
Jeongguk loved how Taehyung was so subservient, how he didn’t complain even when he purposefully slowed down to tease him. He took everything he was given, just as he should. He was a perfect follower, the one that he desperately needed.
“Do you think you can handle another finger, hm?” He asked after a moment, panting from both arousal and the effort of slamming his fingers into Taehyung with a relentless pace. At this, Taehyung only made an incoherent babble, making Jeongguk tsk disapprovingly. He slowed his fingers until they completely stilled deep inside of him, fighting off the smile that threatened to take over at the sound of Taehyung’s frustrated noise.
“Taehyung. Use your words.” He said, commanded almost. “I can’t give you what you want unless you ask.”
And oh, Taehyung, so shameless and so open to his desires as a result of the drug tried fucking himself back on his fingers, beginning to weep the longer Jeongguk refused to give him anything.
“Yes! Yes, Jeon, I want another finger! Anything, I’ll take anything, just don’t stop!”
Jeongguk was satisifed. Before they could linger any longer on this, Jeongguk suddenly pulled his two fingers out before snapping them back inside with a third, almost forcefully as he thrusted in and out of him mercilessly.
“Such a good boy, so good. You listen to orders so well, lovely.”
His words of praise contrasted how aggressively he was thrusting his fingers into him, angling the tips so they’d brush against his prostate everytime. His own cock was hard, painfully so and he was sure Taehyung could feel the weight of it against his ass.
“Yes, yes! J-Jeon, I’m going to–”
And before Taehyung could finish his sentence, Jeongguk pulled his fingers out harshly, not allowing him to cum. He’d waited long enough, he wanted to be inside of him now. Before Taehyung could even think of complaining about the loss of sensation, Jeongguk just about ripped his underwear off, allowing his heavy cock to land and slap against Taehyung’s supple cheeks.
With a growl, he gathered saliva in his mouth and spit on his palm, wrapping his hands around his cock and pumping it. “You feel this, Taehyung?” He spoke, voice hot against Taehyung’s ear as he wet his dick, pulling back before just barely brushing the tip of it between his cheeks. “You feel my cock, how hard I am? It’s all for you.”
“F-For me?” Taehyung writhed at the feeling of Jeongguk’s cock against him, his mind blank from sensation and his own dick, uselessly hanging between his legs, aching from not being able to cum.
“Mhm. You listen so well, Dionysus would be so, so pleased to have a follower like you. Obedient, beautiful, kind..” He could feel the effect of his words on Taehyung, the man beneath him shaking and grinding needily against the wall.
He took a hold of his slicked cock, pumping it once, twice before he pressed the blunt head of his cock into Taehyung’s entrance. Even after stretching him out with three fingers, he still felt so tight.
“Oh, shit.. How are you so tight?” He panted out as he tried to push in deeper, his fat cock being squeezed by Taehyung’s walls, nearly forcing his way into him. “Fuck..”
Taehyung yelped as Jeongguk thrusted into him, pain and pleasure running through his entire body. His toes curled, and the tears filling his eyes spilled down his cheeks. “J-Jeon! It hurts, please—“
“Shh, shh, it’ll feel good soon. Just take it, Taehyung.”
He tried to hush his loud sobs of pain, his teeth gritting as he finally bottomed out inside of him. It was almost painful how tight Taehyung’s hole was, but the dizzying pleasure of it all erased any other discomfort he felt.
Jeongguk experimentally moved forward once, his motions slow but firm. Taehyung arched his back into him at the sudden movement, causing him to mutter a curse under his breath.
“I’ll move now, okay? Trust me, trust me. I’ll guide you to ecstasy, hush..”
He started thrusting, the angle he was fucking his lover perfect. His breath was hot against Taehyung’s neck, the wet sounds of skin against skin filling his ears as he began to pick up the pace. It couldn't have been more euphoric, he could feel energy beginning to run through his veins with every harsh jerk of his hips.
Taehyung’s breaths were choppy as Jeongguk continued to thrust into him with so much heat, so much passion. He was keening with every thrust, his nails digging into the stone wall and scraping against it. “Jeon, Jeon, feels so good, more— Please, ah!”
Jeongguk didn’t need Taehyung to tell him twice. He snapped his hips up into him, arms moving around to hold the entirety of his torso instead. With every thrust, Taehyung was nearly lifted into the air with how hard he was going, how aggressively he was pounding into him. He wanted to be careful, gentle but how could he? With Taehyung crying out for him, with how deliciously he clenched around him, the way he was so pliant and easy to manhandle.
“I’m not— going to last,” he groaned. He could feel himself beneath his hand on Taehyung’s stomach, feeling how the skin bulged with every thrust of his. It was driving him insane how small Taehyung was, he needed him, he couldn’t allow anyone else to even have the privilege to see this perfect being. Not Apollo, not the other gods, not even the other mortals. “Taehyung, you’re so fucking pretty, mine—“
Taehyung just kept moaning and sobbing for more, his once unmarked and virginal body now destroyed, taken apart by Jeongguk with such aggression to the point it almost felt loving. He was babbling out his name, crying for more, begging for something he wasn’t even sure of.
The sound of his gold necklace clinking was faint as their bodies moved against each other, but loud enough for Jeongguk to hear and feel the irritation from earlier rise. Without a care in the world, he reached his hand up and ripped the necklace off roughly, throwing it to the side. It didn’t even stand a chance against him, his strength even in this weaker form inhumane.
Taehyung didn’t even seem to notice, or if he did, his mind was too lust-addled to care. Realising that he didn’t even react, Jeongguk felt pride in his chest. He didn’t have to try at all to win Taehyung over, the whore only needed some good dick to give up on Apollo, didn’t he?
He felt so lucky to be the only one who got to see Taehyung like this. His most beautiful and devoted follower, falling apart at the seams because of him. Jeongguk needed him, oh, he craved more of him. With every thrust, he couldn’t help but mutter into his shoulder, ‘mine mine mine mine’ over and over again to the point it felt like he’d end up branding Taehyung with his claim.
“Fuck, Taehyung— I’m, oh—“
“J-Jeon!”
Jeongguk didn’t even get to finish his words, bottoming out in Taehyung as he came. Taehyung followed only a second after, letting out something akin to a scream as his cock spurted onto the wall, the floor, all over the clothes that had been thrown on the floor. He was clamping down so tightly onto him, milking Jeongguk dry.
But even once Taehyung had come twice, Jeongguk didn’t stop. He was addicted to this feeling, to Taehyung. He could feel his devotion and love for Dionysus radiating off of him, filling him with more and more power. He could hear Taehyung’s pleas to slow down, to take a moment but he tuned them out. He kept pounding into him, not stopping until he came once more, filling his worshipper to the brim. This time, he bit down harshly on Taehyung’s shoulder, enough to draw blood— the other letting out a strained and weak moan of pain.
As his mouth left the flesh, Jeongguk licked his teeth and lips clean, the taste of Taehyung’s blood being the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. The sight of his skin, now bruised and bleeding, had him reeling for another round but he knew how fragile humans were.
The two stood there for a few moments, dizzy as he rode out his orgasm, thrusting into him languidly. As soon as he came to after the intense orgasm, he pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, hands running down his waist soothingly.
“You did so good for me, so, so good..” He hummed, the praise distracting the other as he slowly pulled himself out. A smirk formed on his lips as he watched how Taehyung looked like he was about to pass out. Even when he looked like he was half dead, messy with cum leaking out of his now gaping hole. It looked like he had come a third time, the wall painted with much more white than before.
“.. Tired..” Taehyung whined out, hips still humping against nothing. Jeongguk laughed at the sight, almost devilishly. The only thing holding the other up was himself, if it weren’t for his tight grip on him, he was sure he’d topple over and crash onto the floor. He could feel energy pulsing in his body, Taehyung's arousal fueling him and keeping him strong.
Turning him around, Jeongguk pulled Taehyung closer towards him, allowing his head to rest against his chest. “You can rest. Just lie your weary head.”
And with that, Taehyung was knocked out.
Jeongguk didn’t care to continue and join the celebration. He grabbed Taehyung’s clothing off the floor, definitely soaked with one or either both of their cum, draping it over him before he lifted the man into his arms. It was disgusting, sure, but he didn’t care. He hoped the seed was his, at least. It’d be another way of saying that Taehyung was his.
Allowing himself respite, he transformed once more, out of his human form. Jeongguk breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling much stronger and stable now that he was back to his original strength and height. Jeongguk was about to use his spiritual powers once more, planning to take himself and Taehyung to the latter’s chambers but as he was about to leave— he stopped, staring at the discarded Apollo necklace on the floor.
With a grimace, he picked up the necklace off the floor, avoiding touching the charm. And in a matter of seconds, Jeongguk and Taehyung were both gone, leaving nothing but white stains and dirty clothes on the floor.
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Taehyung awoke at the lights peeking into the blinds, his head and back throbbing with unimaginable pain. He can’t remember what happened well, his mind foggy and his thoughts warbled. He grunted, feeling nauseous at how bright it was, sitting up carefully before he froze at the sight in front of him.
There was a very handsome man on a chair by his bed, staring at him with a heavy gaze. He was shirtless, only wearing a loincloth. His face turned red. Did he know this man? Had he.. Done things with him?
He felt mortification creep up on his neck. No, oh god, he wasn’t supposed to involve himself in acts like that. He was supposed to be pure, only devoted to Dionysus—
Staring at the man with wide eyes, Taehyung vaguely recognised him as the man that he had met last night, Jeon, but it didn’t look like him. This man looked stronger, more mature, more.. Powerful. Familiar, even. He didn’t know why, but the stare he was giving him made him shiver in fear.
“Jeon, is that.. Wait, no, it can’t be, who..?”
“You don’t recognise me?”
The man gave an eerily familiar chuckle at Taehyung’s tired confusion, rising up and.. Oh goodness, he was tall. Much taller than himself and Jeon, inhumanely. He let out a gasp, trying to back away, but winced as he felt a sharp pain in his back. He held it in pain, his entire body feeling so sore.
“No!” He shook his head, looking up at the stranger with wide eyes. He was terrified, had he done something wrong to this man without realising it? “Who are you?! Don’t hurt me, I–”
“Hurt you?” The man laughed again, this time in disbelief, as he walked closer to Taehyung. Every step he took shot anxiety through Taehyung’s body, his presence nearly overwhelming. “No, no, I’d never.. Do you really, really not recognise me?”
Taehyung shook his head vehemently. “No, no, I don’t.. I..” His eyes trailed down his body, muscular and scarred. He made a move to speak, yell at him to leave the house before he nearly choked seeing his arm. Running along one of his arms was tattoos, familiar tattoos that he’d seen painted so many times before and inscribed into stone tablets.
His blood ran cold. His heart thumped in his chest, he couldn’t tell if it was from pure fear or excitement.
“What.. N-No, you can’t.. It can’t be..”
The man, no, Dionysus smirked down at him. He leaned down, bracing his hands onto the soft mattress of his bed.
“Oh, but it can be.” He spoke, his voice deep & low. Seductive, almost. “Taehyung, I’m hurt you can’t recognise me. I answer your prayers all the time, and yet..”
Taehyung’s mind went into overdrive. This couldn’t be real, he must be dreaming. But he wasn’t. His god, his most beloved god was here, in his room. On his bed in just a loincloth and—
“Oh my, I might faint.. How, what.. What have I done to deserve this?” He was feeling so much at once. Fear, for one. But excitement the most, love, adoration, wonder. Despite how much pain he was in, Taehyung tried sitting on his knees on the bed, hands clasping themselves into a prayer.
“Was it because of the ritual? I attended it for the first time last night. Were you proud of me? Are you proud of me, dear Dionysus?”
He felt like he might cry, the emotions inside of him intense and running through his entire body.
Dionysus was staring at him, the hints of a smile on his face as he stood up straight. “Oh, sweet one. You may refer to me as Jeongguk,” he chuckled. Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. To be given a god’s real name was an honour, a true honour. Even his name sounded otherworldly, too great.
“Partially, yes. I am proud. I did see you at the ritual.. But..” he trailed off, his smile dropping and Taehyung’s stomach felt like it did too. Oh no.
“But— But what, my lord?”
A beat.
Then his god reaches over to the white nightstand next to his bed, picking something small up in his hands and dangling it in front of his face.
And when Taehyung said what it was, he felt his body heat up from shame. Pure, unadulterated shame. In Jeongguk’s hand, he was holding his necklace, the one with Apollo’s face on it.
“I, uh.. I..”
“I was really, really disappointed in you, darling. I thought you were devoted to me and me only.”
“No, no! I am, I am, my lord! Believe me, please, my family—“
Jeongguk let out a scoff, cutting his sentence short, staring at the charm in his hands with nothing but disgust in his eyes. Taehyung felt like he was looking at him that way, and it was painful. He didn’t mean to upset his god, he felt a lump in his throat at the mere thought.
Taehyung was about to speak, wanting to spiral into a long hour of apologies, feeling tears begin to fill his eyes but Jeongguk beat him to it. “But alas, your family follows this god, don’t they? You told me last night.”
“.. What? Last night?” He was dumbfounded. Taehyung, despite being smart academically, could be slow at times. He didn’t remember explaining it to his lord in his prayers yesterday, hell, he only remembered doing a short one to greet him good morning. “I don’t.. Wait..”
As he thought back to last night, to the ritual, realisation struck him.
“You’re— You’re Jeon. That was you.” He said. It wasn’t a question, but a statement, his eyes wider than saucers. He felt dizzy once more, did he seriously not recognise his god in front of him? Even in disguise, he should’ve felt his divinity.
Jeongguk smirked at him, his tone nearly condescending as he spoke to him. “Very good. Do you remember anything else from last night?”
“.. Anything else?” Taehyung repeated under his breath, wracking his brain for answers. He remembered being caught with the necklace, feeling the shame all over again. Being offered wine, with the wine tasting sweet. His memories started blurring from there, but he tried his best to recall anything else, something important.
Strong arms & hands around him. Lips against his own, two bodies close to each other, mindblowing pleasure— Taehyung’s jaw dropped.
“We.. You..” His voice was weak. He had intercourse with Jeongguk. His god, his most beloved, the one who he prayed and yearned for everyday touched him. Ran his fingers along his body, deep inside him. The thought of his god blessing him in such a way, so lewd yet so right.
“Oh, my lord.. You touched someone as unworthy as me, oh goodness.. You have so many followers, but you chose me, you touched me, I..“ He swallowed, trying to hold back his tears of absolute pride to save his dignity before it was too late but the thrill he felt was unimaginable. “I am so, so grateful to you. How can I repay you? No offering I’ve done is enough, how..”
Jeongguk studied his face. He was so cute when he cried, but he put that thought to rest as he held the Apollo necklace closer to him. “You can start by.. Getting rid of this—“
Before Jeongguk could finish, Taehyung was already sitting up to grab the necklace, more than eager to complete this task for him, but Jeongguk held a finger in front of his face to stop him.
“I’m not finished,” he growled, and Taehyung stopped immediately. He sat on his knees, obediently waiting for the next instruction. He knew he was in a state of undress other than his underwear, and it should be embarrassing for him but with the knowledge Dionysus had seen all of him now, at his weakest, he didn’t care.
“As I said,” his lord continued speaking, one hand placed on his hip. “You can start by getting rid of this. Anything even related to him or any other god, get rid of anyone that follows him.”
“.. Huh? Wait, anyone?”
Taehyung blinked, before he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. Oh. Oh no.
“Yes. Anyone.”
Oh dear. His mouth began to feel dry. His hands suddenly felt clammy, fingers digging into the mattress beneath him as he mulled over Jeongguk’s words.
“.. But.. But my lord, my family.. They follow him,” he said, his voice soft & tentative. “You know this. I can’t.. Just abandon them like that.”
“Are you, perhaps, disobeying me, Taehyung?”
Taehyung was quick to deny his words, letting out a gasp that sounded almost offended. “No! I’m not, I just.. my lord, please understand, my family, they’re important to me.”
“But aren’t I important to you, too?”
He gulped. He was, he truly was. Jeongguk had been a constant in his life, someone he could always pray to and rely on whenever things got hard. But his family, they brought him into this world. They fed him. Nurtured him. They were always his first option, but..
“Of course you are..” Taehyung whispered, his voice beginning to shake. He didn’t know what to do. “You’ve given me so much, my family has too..”
“But I’ve given you more, haven’t I?”
Jeongguk interrupted, voice sharp. Despite his words sounding like a question, it came off more as a statement. He stepped closer to the bed, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. Taehyung didn’t know what emotion it was, but it was terrifying, especially with the only lighting in the room being from the faint glow from the blinds.
“Everything you asked for, I gave. When you needed an escape, I was there. When you just needed to cry, I was there. And don’t forget, last night..” he brought his hand down, cradling Taehyung’s cheek. It sent sparks through his body, and despite the gentle hold, Taehyung felt afraid. “You felt things you told me you never felt before. I pleasured you, made you feel like you were in heaven, ecstasy you’ve never felt before. Don’t you remember? If you choose me, you can keep feeling like that. That pleasure only I will be able to provide.”
Something felt like it was pulsed into him, some kind of magic almost, and now his memories felt clearer. The sensations he felt the night before, how good it felt to have Jeongguk deep inside of him, pumping his hot seed inside of him. Just the reminder had his toes curl, a shudder wracking through his body. He knew that pleasure could only come from a being like Jeongguk, but..
“.. I.. I remember..” He admitted meekly, unable to meet Jeongguk’s heavy gaze. “But you have to understand, my lord.. I cannot leave them behind. I care for them. They need me.”
Jeongguk’s jaw ticks. Irritation is evident on his face, eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled into a cruel snarl. His thumb dug into Taehyung's cheek. “All I’m asking is for you to choose me.”
“And I’m telling you I can’t choose, my lord!” Taehyung winces at the volume of his own words, the weight of them. He didn’t mean to shout, but the question was simply absurd. How could he choose between his devotion and his family? All of a sudden, Jeongguk’s hand fell away from his face and he braced himself to be reprimanded, yelled at, hit even.
“Then I’ll make that choice for you.”
“.. Huh?”
Taehyung’s gaze flickered up to meet Jeongguk’s own, his eyes looking as if they were boring into his very soul. Like they were tearing down his layers, destroying any sense of confidence he had.
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll make it for you.” Jeongguk repeated. The hand holding the necklace dropped it, and the gold charm didn’t stand a chance as he crushed it beneath the soles of his feet. It was nothing but dust on the floor, proof of his strength that came so naturally to him and fear settled in Taehyung’s stomach at the sight. “You’re too beautiful, my Taehyung. Too kind. No one should even be allowed to be near you, everyone is undeserving of your presence and devotion except for me.”
“.. My lord, you’re scaring me.”
“Good.”
And all of a sudden, there was a loud bang and the sound of a whip. Taehyung let out a scream, his body jerking from fear but he realised he had lost his ability to move his hands and legs. “What?!” His eyes widened, seeing how they were now bound by glowing ropes, tendrils curling around his limbs. “M-my lord, what is this?!”
“I asked you gently, Taehyung. I tried to be patient with you, but you just wouldn’t listen to me.”
Taehyung felt fear as he stared up at his god, at Dionysus. His face was void of any emotion, and it was more terrifying than the sight of him angry. His eyes, oh, his dark eyes made pinprickles appear on the back of his neck. “I’m trying to be fair,” he said weakly. “To everyone. You, my family..”
“To everyone?” Jeongguk scoffed, repeating it as if it was an insult. “Oh, my darling, are you hearing yourself? You’re placing mortals— mortal obligations— on the same altar as a god.”
“I’m not!” Taehyung shook his head violently, shaking in his restraints as he tried his best to kick and flail his arms but to no avail. “I swear, I’m not!”
Despite the anger Jeongguk was feeling, he leaned down, cradling Taehyung’s chin with such gentleness, one would think the man was made of glass.
“Silly, silly boy. If only you could make your choice, I wouldn’t have to take such drastic measures.” He murmured, the ropes around Taehyung’s body only tightening to the point it hurt. Some even trailed up to his hips, teasing the sensitive skin and making him squirm.
“My l-lord.. Dionysus, Jeongguk—“
“Hush.”
Jeongguk silenced him by brushing his lips against Taehyung’s. It wasn’t violent. It was affectionate, almost too affectionate. It felt possessive, like he was claiming Taehyung as his and his alone.
Taehyung whimpered. This couldn’t be happening, could it? He kept trying to struggle against the ropes, thrashing around wildly but they just wouldn’t budge. And Jeongguk just stood there and watched, watched as he cried out and begged to be freed silently. Once he’d realised that there was no convincing Jeongguk, Taehyung felt his shoulders slump. Tears were already slipping down his cheeks, he felt pathetic. He was pathetic.
He wasn’t sure if he should even be fighting back. His god was just looking out for him, wasn’t he? He couldn’t tell. Not anymore, his mind was feeling— dizzy. confused.
“.. Aren’t you.. Forcing me?”
Jeongguk looked at him— long, slow, fiercely.
“I’m guiding you to the right path, that’s all,” the god said, his voice almost too tender, “I only want the best for you, Taehyung.”
Jeongguk held his face with two hands this time, wiping away his tears with care and Taehyung should’ve hated it. He was going to be taken away by a god, away from his family but something deep inside of him betrayed him; wanting more of this, Jeongguk’s loving yet possessive touch. “And what’s best for you is me, my darling. I’ll take care of you from now on, okay?”
Taehyung doesn’t know what to feel, what to think. He felt fear. Excitement. Everything all at once.
He thought back to everything, every single encounter with his family. How rarely they did things for him. With Jeongguk. Every blessing he received, everytime he felt the mere presence of Dionysus around him after he provided him an offering. The pure attention his god gave him whenever he required it, how he’d given him so much pleasure the night before and, all of a sudden— something clicked in his head.
“.. Okay.” Taehyung agreed without another thought. “Whatever my lord says, I.. I cannot disobey.”
Jeongguk’s lashes fluttered, as if he was surprised, but the reaction disappeared as fast as it came.
“Good. Good boy.” He whispered, before leaning in and capturing Taehyung’s lips with his, sealing his promise of devotion.
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