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 slowly moves his mind 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 and 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.