They rushed back up the two flights of stairs, onto the balcony level where Jungkook punched in a code to enter through double doors onto a corridor that led into what Taehyung presumed to be his office.

Jungkook punched in another code and nudged Taehyung gently into the dimness of the windowless room. The darkness was eased into a soft glow by the small desk lamp perching on the edge of his large desk facing the door.

In addition to the large mahogany desk, only a few filing cabinets and a large couch which took up a third of the room decorated the small space which seemed much humbler than one befitting a night club owner.

A thick Persian rug softened Taehyung's steps when he led the way in.

Taehyung stood in the middle of the small space and turned to Jungkook when he heard the door close and lock.

Without allowing himself to think too much about it, he flung himself at Jungkook.

In a smooth manoeuvre -too smooth- Jungkook caught him and whirled around, taking Taehyung and his momentum with him, slamming Taehyung's back against the door, Jungkook not far behind slamming against Taehyung.

Taehyung whimpered quietly when the long fingers wrapped around his jaw, the dark eyes on him.

"A little keen are we, precious?" His voice was so rough and deep.

"Tis the best you can do? There's not even a bed to do it on..." Taehyung hissed -with the fierceness that Jungkook suddenly so needed despite never having needed it before. Taehyung's fire was burning through his gaze and his voice. Jungkook felt his cock throb in his pants.

"I didn't bring you here to savage you, although I'll admit I'm damn tempted..." he hummed close to Taehyung.

Still holding his jaw while staring into his eyes, Jungkook slid another hand down in a slow, smooth movement. First, down Taehyung's throat, then chest, he then cupped the ribcage before squeezing the curve of his waist, moving down until the long fingers reached the hip bone, flirting with the lush curve of his ass. Taehyung panted slightly, his chest heaving.

All Jungkook wanted to do was to rip Taehyung's clothes off and fuck his brains out, right there, on the desk, or maybe leaning over the couch or... just here, against the door and fuck him so hard he'd fall to pieces in his hands, melt like butter.

That's what Jungkook was thinking when his hand travelled the delicious contours. He wondered if Taehyung could see the unveiled, blatant lust that had to be shining brightly out of his eyes.

He couldn't help it, his touch was possessive because that's what he wanted to do. Possess Taehyung, own him. When his fingers stopped at the hip, he looked down, savouring the sight, enjoying every imaginary bite, hoping more than anything that he would get an actual bite -or a banquet- sooner rather than later.

A small whine escaped Taehyung, who was immediately embarrassed by it, frustrated by his body's pliant behaviour. Taehyung was never easy, never pliant, he usually ran the show and the strange change in the dynamic confused him.

"Hmmm... I can't wait to hear some more of those noises..." Jungkook's gravelly voice tickled the sensitive skin on Taehyung's throat when he spoke against it, nuzzling into the soft flesh.

"However...." Jungkook started to move away, suddenly all business-like and Taehyung reacted, again without much conscious intention behind his actions.

"Wait... please." His voice was little and much, much more desperate that he would have liked when he whispered:

"Kiss me." The slender fingers wrinkled the front of Jungkook's shirt and when Jungkook looked up, he saw eyes so wide and so dark and so, so needy, despite vowing to himself not to do anything before a proper talk, he gave in.

Just this once. Just a little kiss, he told himself.

Jungkook snuck a firm grip behind Taehyung's neck and cupped a cheek with his other hand, sliding over the softest of skins and said, quietly, as if just to himself:

"So beautiful..." Taehyung sighed, soaking up the praise he didn't know he needed.

Jungkook leaned closer, until their lips were almost touching, their breaths mingling over their expectant mouths.

Taehyung, eager as he was, pushed closer, trying to catch Jungkook's lips with his own.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... patience, Angel." Gentle fingers in Taehyung's hair tugged him back.

Taehyung had never wanted a kiss this badly. Taehyung had never wanted anyone this desperately. He felt parched and as clichéd as it was, Jungkook was the cool, tall drink to quench his thirst.

Taehyung kept his eyes on Jungkook for as long as possible, drowning in the approaching large, dark pools that reflected his own image back to him.

When, after a short moment -which felt like an eternity to Taehyung- Jungkook's surprisingly silky lips landed on the softly quivering expectant pillows... the effect was a tremor hitting through Taehyung's body like a magnifying earthquake.

A deep rumble rose from Jungkook's chest and it met Taehyung's silky, soft moan in their twist of tongues and suddenly it wasn't possible to be slow or gentle anymore.

The fingers in Taehyung's hair tightened to a firm grip and an arm snuck around his waist to bend him harshly against the hard contours of Jungkook whilst he pushed deeper and harder, devouring Taehyung's mouth like he was going to die without it.

Taehyung was feeling feverish, almost panicky in his desperate need for more, giving as good as he got, his arms clawing at Jungkook's back, trying to pull him close even though he couldn't possibly get any closer.

He had long since forgotten why he was here, hell, he had forgotten who he was, all he could feel was heat, hot hardness against him and their bodies moving together in sweet synchrony.

Just when Taehyung's nails pressed into the back of Jungkook's neck, suddenly, he pulled away, panting wildly.

"Shit, Taehyung. What the fuck... are you doing to me...!?" raking his fingers through his hair, Jungkook glanced at the equally wrecked figure leaning against the door, having to turn away for fear of losing all control again at the sight of the soft, bruised lips, the hooded eyes. Shit. He was bad news.

Jungkook's legs were shaking when he walked over to the desk, trying to catch his breath.

He told himself to wash his hands of this right now, before "it" (whatever it was) got out of hand, before he would lose himself in Taehyung completely.

There was a fair chance that if he did, he'd never find his way back out again.

Taehyung was equally taken aback. His hand climbed to cool down the red hotness clearly visible, rising from his chest, while fingers flitted gently across the pink of his lips as if re-living every moment of the kiss.

If his body hummed like this after a mere kiss, Taehyung couldn't even imagine what Jungkook could do with the rest of him.

"I'm sorry."

That was probably the last thing Taehyung expected to hear falling from Jungkook's lips. The question must have been really obvious on Taehyung's face because Jungkook answered by hanging his head, shaking it gently.

"I shouldn't have gotten so carried away, that doesn't often... it never happens, so I'm as surprised as you are." The tattooed fingers combed through the messy, black hair again as if the small action would somehow organise his thoughts and make sense out of everything.

Taehyung's eyes were wide again and it made Jungkook's insides twist with something he didn't have a name for. Taehyung's slim figure hovered by the door, a little lost and suddenly very small. His arms were hugging his slender waist, his lips threatening to pout.

Jungkook perched on the edge of the desk and extended his arm out, gesturing for Taehyung to join him.

The speed at which Taehyung scurried over warmed Jungkook's insides.

Taehyung's slim form slotted perfectly between the thick thighs, his face sinking into the crook of Jungkook's neck as if it were something that he did every day. The familiarity between them was comfortable.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung, pulling him close gently, easing his anxiety.

The silence disturbed Jungkook.

"Hey, you OK?" he pushed Taehyung a bit further away to see him and then wriggled a finger under his chin until it lifted enough to see his eyes.

Taehyung looked more vulnerable than Jungkook had seen.

"Tell me." Jungkook urged, gently.

"Why'd you stop?" his voice was small, lips fully in pout mode. Jungkook thought he looked positively adorable.

He tried to contain the smile that threatened to erupt into a completely inappropriate giggle.

Jungkook pushed a few stray strands of silver off Taehyung's face and smiled with his eyes.

"I didn't think I was going to be able to stop if I went any further..." he cleared his throat with some embarrassment. "...and I didn't want to do anything else without discussing our terms." He said, suddenly in a very business-like manner.

Taehyung gaped at him. Terms?

He took a deep breath before he said.

"Taehyung. I have a feeling I could teach you a thing or two... if you wanted me to..." Taehyung blinked at him.

" ...but I don't really do vanilla anymore so if you want to do more with me, you're gonna have to do it my way..." Jungkook's voice was hesitant as if he were worried Taehyung would run away.

There it was.

The way in to temptation and danger.

Taehyung couldn't understand why he wasn't more ecstatic over finding a way in exactly where he had wanted to be -until he recognised the feeling of unease somewhere along his midriff.

The unease stemmed, bizarrely, from how comfortable he felt with Jungkook, how easy and light he felt himself become around him. The disquiet within him screamed of risk and his own vulnerability more than it did about getting revenge on Jungkook.

Despite his very best efforts to keep everything compartmentalised and clinical, honesty begun trickling between the tightly sealed compartments in Taehyung's mind and started corroding the fancy scaffolding of lies he had made for himself to justify everything.

Taehyung felt like a liar, no, he was a liar. He lied to himself. He lied to Jungkook. He lied to Jeong Gyu. Even though his intentions were pure and good and even though he had only ever made promises to himself, he felt like a coward who was about to betray his brother.

In an effort to convince himself to carry on with his plan, Taehyung figured if he just kept everything under control and not let himself slip again, then he could do what he had promised himself he'd do for Jeong Gyu. He would avenge his brother.

Looking deep into Jungkook's dark, hopeful eyes, Taehyung exhaled loudly and said:

"I- I- I think I'd like that." His voice was quiet and his eyes wide.

Jungkook doubted he had ever been more excited in his whole life.

Jungkook returned the gaze with warmth and took a moment before he began speaking in all seriousness.

"I know it'll sound strange, doing it this way, but the process is in place for both of our safety... I have a list of permitted and forbidden things that I'd like you to have a look at -and I'd like to see one from you too." He hastened to add. "It's important you're honest about this, about all of it. All I need is your honesty, openness and permission and we are go." He smiled, showing his cute teeth.

He reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a bunch of papers. Taehyung really didn't know what to think so he just stood there, between Jungkook's legs, wondering if he should move, if he should run away and never look back.

Too tempted, he stayed, fatally drawn to Jungkook like a moth to a flame.

"I want you to take this home, read it carefully and then, if you're happy with it or have further questions, come and see me. There's no obligation, you are always free to leave, it's entirely up to you." He spoke quietly because he could feel unfamiliar nervousness flit about his body at the thought of Taehyung not coming back. Jungkook was never nervous when talking to subs. Ever.

"The main thing I'd like you to understand is that you are the one with the power, not I. You decide how it happens, when it happens and if it happens. There won't be any force from my end -unless you want it and even then the limits would always be negotiated beforehand." Jungkook looked at Taehyung to check he had understood. He nodded, still clearly processing.

"This means that if you want to stop, even if it's one minute in, all you have to do is say your safe word or do your safe move and everything will stop. Without a fail.

Taehyung seemed a bit overwhelmed so Jungkook slid his hands up and down his sides, feeling the need to physically connect with him and immediately, Taehyung's eyes softened at the corners.

Jungkook felt the need to explain further, he didn't want to scare Taehyung away, not when they'd already come this far and because they felt so desperately compatible. Jungkook wanted him to fully understand the safety and the freedom the rules provided, that it was not a bad thing, but a good thing -even if it seemed a bit overwhelming and strange to begin with.

"Look, it's the easiest to comprehend as a contract between us. This information will remove the need for me to try and guess what you want. As soon as you tell me, I can give you whatever you desire... within my own limits.

The contract is also there for your safety, and mine... In BDSM there are many things that can hurt you, I can hurt you if I don't know your limits or your preferences -neither will I be able to push your boundaries if I don't know where they are. So this is the most important thing...

It's really not meant to be as clinical as it sounds but just a first step in exploration of what we both want from the relationship -which in itself can be quite sexy because it is the part that will lead to the greatest amount of pleasure for both of us.

I also want you to know that I... would very much like to show you things Taehyung... fuck, I'd love to make you weep with joy..." His fingers and eyes traced the plump, pink lip in front of him and the need to kiss Taehyung again was an intense want inside him.

Jungkook's words hit Taehyung so hard, he could hardly breathe. The thought of Jungkook making him weep with joy was a thought that made his knees go weak. Even though he didn't really know what to make of all this, he already knew he could trust Jungkook, even despite what had happened to his brother.

So, Taehyung told Jungkook he would give it careful consideration, even though he already knew what his answer was going to be. It was too much of an opportunity to miss -he would never get close enough to Jungkook via any other route... and... Taehyung was tempted for other reasons too -reasons he wasn't willing to admit to himself.

Holding the papers in his hands, trying not to crumple them by accident, he turned to leave, a bit shaken by the assault of all the emotions he had experienced in the last couple of hours.

Sensing his apprehension, Jungkook's hand wrapped around his waist again, his chin hooking over the shoulder from behind.

"Hey... you've gone so quiet. Are you OK?" There was genuine concern in his warm and soft voice and immediately Taehyung felt comforted by it.

"Yeah, I... think so. It's just so much to take on, I don't know if I'm up for this..." he said, speaking truthfully.

Jungkook turned him back over in the circle of his arm and cupped his face.

"We can go entirely at your pace. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. I promise."

His plead was genuine, he could see it in the dark, gentle eyes and Taehyung wanted to believe it. More than anything.

In a gentle caress, Jungkook brushed his lips against Taehyung's before getting up and walking him out.

The smile on Taehyung's face was little and a bit tight and it worried Jungkook. The thought of possibly never seeing Taehyung again was not a comfortable feeling.

Jungkook reached for his hand and pulled him in for a last little peck before he was on his way.

Taehyung walked away without looking back once.

The bunch of papers had been sitting on Taehyung's desk for several days while he had been gathering courage to go through it.

He didn't know what to think about the whole thing and his body and emotions were all going haywire because of Jungkook and the resulting confusion scared him.

Taehyung hadn't really thought about his brother until he got back home and when he saw him lying on his bed, facing the wall, he suddenly felt guilt weigh heavy on his shoulders. He felt like he had been laying with the enemy, not revenging his brother.

He had thought about approaching his brother again about what happened but then realising that not only had he been snooping around behind his back, that he had also been conspiring with his evildoer. Taehyung didn't think he'd forgive him.

For the first time, he started wondering if this was sensible plan. The larger implications had become clearer only after seeing Jungkook.

His most immediate concern was his brother -how to help him, fix him, revenge him. Every single one of those things was hinging on his success with seducing Jungkook.

His second concern was for himself. Would his brother forgive him for not only getting involved but also going behind his back -irrespective of the results of his plan?

The last concern, and perhaps the most pressing one -not that Taehyung would admit it- was for his heart. His heart that was beating faster the second he thought about Jungkook and how he made him feel.

How would his heart survive the dive into the depths of the world that was ruled by Jungkook and survive to tell the tale? Would he even want to come back when he had a taste of the forbidden apple?

The longer he stayed at home, away from Jungkook, the more distanced he felt from him. The more estranged he felt, the stronger the will to revenge his brother became again because every waking moment he was reminded of what he had done and why Taehyung was going to destroy him.

For every dark day spent with his lethargic brother, his resolve was strengthened.

If this was the only way he would get Jeong Gyu to move on with his life, to move on from this incessant darkness that hung about him, then Taehyung would be willing to do it. He was willing to do anything it took.

He grabbed the papers off the table with renewed desire to avenge and started flicking through them with distain he managed to amass with some difficulty.

The first page re-iterated the importance of honesty, consent and trust.

Taehyung's cheeks burned at that, both because his intentions were not honest but also because the thought of being entirely honest with himself was a scary thought. He was worried what he might find if he allowed complete transparency inside him rather than compartmentalising his experiences and feelings to contain them neatly, to stop himself from feeling them.

Compartmentalising was something Taehyung was very good at.

The second page outlined the differences between the needs and boundaries of the Dominant and the submissive. As surprised as Taehyung had been when he found out about sub's power in the dynamic, he was even more surprised to find out that Dominants had boundaries, just the same as submissives.

He hadn't considered that a Dom might actually flat out say no to something the sub requested explicitly or that they might reach a limit past which they would not go.

It was obvious, both from what Jungkook had said and what was very specifically outlined in the paperwork in front of Taehyung that absolutely nothing would ever happen without the consent of both parties.

Terms like hard limit (absolute boundary which will not be crossed) and a soft limit (where there is uncertainty or inexperience and further exploration is required to determine possible boundaries or the expansion of them) were completely new to Taehyung.

In all honesty, most of it was completely new to Taehyung and he was beginning to wonder if he really had bitten off more than he could chew. At least Jungkook hadn't been put off by his very obvious lack of experience, quite the contrary, if fact, it seemed to excite him.

Hesitant, Taehyung braved the third and last page which had the specifics.

Holding his breath, he started reading the hard limits for Jungkook: no hitting, no blood, no bodily functions, no breath play, no electro play.

He breathed out in relief. Taehyung absolutely agreed with all this even though he wasn't quite sure what electro play was -but he didn't like the sound of it so he was glad to see it on the no-go list.

The things Jungkook had wanted Taehyung to consider, things to be negotiated in greater detail in person, included a long, long list of things (which apparently wasn't even that exhaustive), divided under helpful categories:

1. Restraint (cuffing, shibari, tape, straitjacket, collar, spreader bars, arm binder, chains, whipping post, sling)

2. Pain (spanking, flogging, paddling, wax, caning, pinwheel, pegs, nipple clamps)

3. Discipline and Punishment (orgasm control and denial, chastity device, cockwarming, humiliation, forced feminisation, tickling, pet play)

4. Toys (dildo, vibrator, anal plug, gags, blindfold, ear defenders)

5. Sex (giving/receiving oral sex, deep throating, anal sex, anal fingering/toys, nipple play, kissing, come eating/play, rimming, rough sex, forced sex, sensory play)

6. Fantasy (various scenes acted out in combination with any of the above where personas will be adopted based on the storyline. E.g. burglar and victim -can include elements of force) all scenes must be negotiated a priori.

When Taehyung had finished reading the long list, he felt very flustered.

Even though the thought of any of those things happening with Jungkook in the same room had Taehyung's legs trembling, those were not really the things that confused him.

The thing that really niggled at him was that it didn't seem right to him that he would just kneel at Jungkook's feet like some slave, desperate to please Jungkook... the whole idea of it had his hackles rising.

Taehyung would not beg, roll over just like that, he didn't want to just passively submit, as tempting as the idea might be in some distant fantasy world -in reality, it did not appeal to Taehyung. At all.

As many times as he read through the pages, he didn't actually find the answers to his most pressing questions. There was no point in reading all this stuff. It just confused and overwhelmed Taehyung because it didn't relate to his problems.

He couldn't see himself being a submissive.

If he couldn't be a submissive, then his plan was already doomed.

Maybe Taehyung just needed to hear it from Jungkook? Maybe he would be able to explain it to him in such a way that he would not only understand it but also find it appealing.

He needed Jungkook to explain everything to him in person -reading it like this on paper made it sound exactly the word Jungkook had used: clinical. It sounded like there was no connection between the people involved, one said "kneel", the other "yes, Sir." and that was that. Like the whole thing was just some improved mechanics that resulted in heightened sexual gratification and nothing else.

Taehyung wasn't sure if he could do that -submitting or to have sex for the sake of it, without a connection. For him it was the connection that made it hot, much more so than the types of actions themselves.

So it was decided. Taehyung would go back to see Jungkook.

Taehyung told himself that revenge was his sole motivator and nothing else came into the equation. Not the pull, the attraction, the new feelings in his body when Jungkook touched him... none of those were the reasons why Taehyung wanted to see him.

Still desperately clinging onto the idea of revenge, Taehyung wondered what it would take to get Jungkook so enamoured with him that he would break when he left.

Could Taehyung hold on until then...could he survive?