🐪18th Dynasty of The New Kingdom of Egypt (1400BC / 3421yrs ago)🐪

It's been an excruciatingly hot day.

Even in the depths of the temple, hidden behind gigantic stone and clay walls, the heat of the late afternoon sun glowing from the burning sands of the desert permeates every available breath of air around.

Unlike the peasants and slaves queuing in the hall in front of him, Pharaoh Taehyung does not feel the heat so much under the wafting of giant reed fans moved by the tireless arms of his attentive slaves all around him.

Taehyung sits on the throne, which is intricately carved, warmly golden and well-lit in the flame light of a plethora of torches lit even during the day to lift the darkness in the depths of the temple. His posture is too relaxed for a Pharaoh but the day has been long and most tiresome -especially for someone so newly appointed.

Being all proper and filling his father's shoes isn't something that has ever interested Taehyung so he didn't worry about propriety when he started shedding layers with the rising heat of the day. He has long since lost his head dress and the rest of his ceremonial robes and now his midnight black hair brushes his shoulders freely, the fringe sitting a smidge above the brightest green eyes lined with kohl. The only thing covering his elegant, tanned body is a white, thin robe with his neck, wrists and ankles laden heavy with gold.

But even without his official robes and sceptres, Taehyung still looks every bit of the King of Egypt that he is.

It is of no consequence to Taehyung what people think of him, after all, who would criticise the divine ruler, the preserver of god-given order, the very being between the gods and the world of men? Certainly no one from this crowd of peasants.

Taehyung relaxes on the golden throne, leaning his elbow casually on the arm rest, with his foot on the seat, his knee rising high above it.

He lifts his chin and merely wriggles his bejewelled fingers and immediately a golden goblet of wine appears in his slender hand and bunches of grapes are being fed to him by a young man as pretty as the women around him put together.

Of course no one is more beautiful than the Pharaoh himself.

Exquisite beauty known in far off lands for his breath-taking green eyes and soft, full lips every man and woman can but dream to devour.

Taehyung wonders if he should feel pity for all the exhausted and sweaty people pathetically standing in line, waiting to have the privilege of paying their annual taxes now that the floods have ended. After the peasants thank the Pharaoh for his blessing of good fortune for the oncoming year, it is customary for everyone to join the great celebrations outside the temple but really, Taehyung couldn't be less interested -in the taxes or the celebrations.

Scanning the crowd, Taehyung does not feel compassion for the common man, if anything, their presence bores him and the vile stench rising from their spent bodies offends him greatly.

He turns away from the nameless, faceless worshippers and sighs heavily.

The pile of riches -anything from bundles of crop, clay pots of wine, dried fruit, nuts- are all piled along the long corridor while the queue inches forward so that people can, in turn, come to worship the Pharaoh and kneel at his feet.

Just when Taehyung is ready to give up on life on account of boredom, the noises of a commotion along the corridor reach his ears and his attention piques.

There is shocked murmuring in the crowds when two of the Pharaoh's Nubian Medjay guards attempt to detain a single man resisting furiously. They only succeed in taming the man when a third guard intervenes.

The second Taehyung sees the aggression, the fighting the... muscle power, he feels his insides churn with something hot. Suddenly he feels awake, his heart beating faster than he remembers it beating for a long time. He feels alive.

From where Taehyung sits, he can only see a pair of simple reed sandals and a light linen cloth wrapped around the waist and dark leather wrist cuffs on a pair seriously delightful arms fighting against the imprisoning hold. He looks out of place among the three dark figures dressed in black and gold -but no less striking for it.

The dark, slightly wavy hair is long enough to cover the man's entire face while he struggles, his chest and throat tinting in luscious pink while his chest heaves and the hard muscles dance across his front at every yank and push. All Taehyung can think about is how the man would look above him, pounding into his ass. A man can dream.

Even before the troublemaker is in front of him, the Pharaoh is hardly breathing, his blinks light and fast, his skin tingling with excitement at the prospect of seeing the delightful man up close.

Taehyung cannot remember the last time he would have seen anyone this exquisite, tanned rippling muscle, lithe yet strong, tall and slim. Man looks like he's built for speed and endurance but still somehow possesses enough strength to resist two, almost three Medjay.

The linen wrapping around the narrow waist sits low enough to show a suggestion of the delightful muscles leading the gaze down, pointing right toward... Taehyung curses the overall length of the fabric because he can't really see the glorious muscle swelling above the knee... he has the strangest urge to just kneel at the man's feet and lick his way up the leg and sink his teeth on that thigh.

One thing is for sure: Taehyung is immediately obsessed.

Unable to see the man's face, Taehyung commands: "Show yourself."

Using both hands, the strong, dirty fingers push through the damp, dark waves while he tips his head back only to reveal a shockingly handsome face with a lush mouth and incredibly dark, large eyes that twinkle at Taehyung. The peasant's gaze looks like the man knows something the Pharaoh does not and it unsettles him beyond measure.

Intimidated, Taehyung gasps under his breath, unable to disguise his attraction at the sight of the stretched, shiny throat showing every strong sinew of muscle and the exposed forehead mocking the dark hair covering all of Taehyung's.

The man just scoffs, as if expecting the reaction.

"Your name?" Taehyung demands, attempting to regain some of his composure.

"On your knees when the Pharaoh speaks to you!" One of the guards hits JungKook in the back of the knee so he collapses on the floor with a yelp. Taehyung can feel his mouth dry at the generous sight of the thighs uncovered by the fall. Holy gods above the man's perfect.

For all his ogling, the Pharaoh nearly misses it when the man finally speaks:

"JungKook." Taehyung glares at him expectantly and gets a reluctant Your Majesty out of the man, an afterthought that sounds almost flippant. The peasant even dares to eye the guards on either side of him, running his eyes up and down them with clear distain painted on his chiselled face.

There is no mistaking it, when the alert eyes return to Taehyung, they are full of darkness and poorly disguised anger.

"Well!?" Taehyung demands even though he hasn't asked a question, he just assumes the man knows to explain himself without him having to waste time asking.

"The taxes you are demanding are extortionate, you can't expect a peasant to be able to afford to give you most of their income for the year and survive -you don't even need it!" He raises his voice, waving his arm around in a wide arc to highlight the golden splendour of the temple.

Rather than convince the Pharaoh of anything, all the move serves to do is to irritate him and more importantly, highlight the decorative leather arm band that squeezes at the delicious muscles of the peasant's arm. Taehyung's eyes lick over the tanned, bulging strength and he practically purrs inside.

Returning his attention to the peasant, Taehyung pretends he hasn't just been ogling at the man's physique but going by the arrogant and highly annoying curl of the upper lip, it seems that the Pharaoh's wandering eyes have not gone unnoticed.

Taehyung doesn't even bother to answer, he ignores the heated accusation completely. Instead, he merely pretends to yawn while gently stroking the black wisps of hair hugging his jawline. But the man with the dark eyes just stares at him, entirely unintimidated by Taehyung despite being on his knees on the floor in front of the most powerful man in existence.

The longer Taehyung sees the critical look on the man's face and the questioning eyebrow lifted at him, the more annoyed he gets. Who is this man to question the Pharaoh, to criticise him!?

But it's not just the Pharaoh who's getting annoyed. The longer Taehyung takes to answer, the more infuriated JungKook becomes until it feels like the air between them is heavy with tension that threatens to explode.

Who does this ungrateful brat sitting on the throne think he is, believing he can do anything he wants...? JungKook seethes.

Of course JungKook knows the man (the annoyingly beautiful and bewitching man) can do whatever he wants -even kill him or anyone else without any reason whatsoever- yet JungKook just doesn't seem to have it in him to stop pushing the man's buttons... especially when -going by the flashing green in the Pharaoh's eyes- it's working.

JungKook hasn't missed the fact that there's something else there too in the depths of the emerald eyes so darkly lined with long lashes and black kohl. A definite underlying attraction flickers in the Pharaoh's gaze and the fire he projects also ignites the fire in JungKook's body and makes him want to wield the Pharaoh and bend him to his will.

Taehyung's in trouble.

The only reason the man on his knees in front of him is still alive is because the peasant evokes equal amounts of attraction as well as anger in Taehyung, so much so that he doesn't know what to do. He wants to bed the man as much as he wants to have him whipped for impudence.

It doesn't help at all that there is a quiet murmur among the wary audience of peasants waiting to worship at Taehyung's feet, the whispering no doubt due to the shock of not only the man's audacity but also over the Pharaoh's lack of reaction to such idiotic fearlessness.

Surely a lightning should have struck the man down by now for such challenge against the divine rule of the Pharaoh. Taehyung almost wishes (as much as he doesn't) that some kind of a divine intervention did occur because he is irritated with himself for being so badly affected by a mere peasant. He's feeling off centre and lost, out of his depth.

Under the peasant's hawk eyes, Taehyung feels out of control -this is something he never allows because he never gives his power away to other people. Yet, the man on the floor in front of him takes it without even doing anything at all, just by staring at him with such intent in his dark gaze that Taehyung feels like he can't breathe.

Taehyung tells himself he doesn't like it. He really doesn't.

No matter how much he tells himself that, his sudden breathlessness reveals his true feelings of attraction even when he tries to gather his wits and put his Pharaoh face back on again.

He uses the anger still present somewhere mixing with the attraction and feels no need to hide it when he finally speaks, spitting fire, reacting to the accusation.

"WHO do YOU think you ARE to defy the Pharaoh?" It's Taehyung's turn to raise his voice while he finds himself sitting, ass perching on the very edge on his throne, eye to eye with the kneeling peasant, hissing in an effort to seem in control while pointing an angry finger at the man.

It's then that the man's dry lips suddenly crack open and his pink tongue peeks out to lick at the lower curve, his nostrils flaring and eyes darkening while he stares at Taehyung intently.

The realisation hits hard: Taehyung's robe has betrayed him.

He realises with horror that the thin fabric is hardly even covering him anymore after having been caught somewhere behind him, meaning that now not only most of his chest but also a whole of his leg is showing. In fact, Taehyung is sure the peasant can see all of his golden, soft thigh as well as the curve of his hip, if not even a suggestion of his ass.

He suppresses a panicky squeal and reaches over to the back of the throne where the fabric is stuck. To his embarrassment and to JungKook's amusement, he has to yank it a few times before it becomes untangled.

Even though the slaves are quick to cover the Pharaoh from the waiting peasants using their fans, in his anger and embarrassment, Taehyung starts waving at the people to leave, shouting at the Medjay further away to get rid of them. He knows the people will be more than happy to join the celebrations outside rather stand here in a queue, waiting.

Angry, Taehyung yanks the fabric until it's finally released and spends a moment to organise himself, feeling his cheeks heat. Suddenly it feels harder to look at the man with the dark eyes who exudes such heat and confidence that Taehyung feels his insides quiver when he finally turns his eyes to the man, his heart pounding in his ears.

His voice annoyingly soft and breathless to begin with, Taehyung speaks:

"Answer me peasant! Why do you think you can do whatever you want? How dare you think you are different from others?" He demands, increasingly angry and loud, even when he knows the heat still tints his cheeks.

Taehyung feels ridiculous over the feeling of vulnerability swallowing him alive just because the man in front of him stares at him and he can't help but to say something to annoy the man, just to attempt to tip the balance of power back to towards him.

"You certainly have no excuse... I'm sure a man like you could easily supplement your income to pay your taxes, hmm?" Taehyung runs his eyes up and down the man's frame, biting his lip and lifting a suggestive eyebrow, clearly implying that with his looks JungKook could sell his body for extra income.

The sudden fierceness etched on the man's face in response to Taehyung's words and the subtle angry growl under his breath pleases Taehyung beyond measure. There are times when he thanks the gods for his privileged position -this moment is certainly worthy of thanks.

JungKook has just about had enough of this nonsense so while the Pharaoh is too busy talking, loving the sound of his own voice, JungKook looks at the guards on either side of him, eyes lingering on their weapons. One of the men stands with his long, curved khopesh sword, the warmth of the copper gleaming in the flames of the torch. The other holds a long spear, surprisingly without a shield. JungKook realises both of these weapons are too long and awkward to use in close combat. The long daggers on their waists, however...

Upon hearing the lewd suggestion made by the self-righteous Pharaoh -who clearly needs his ass spanked until he screams- JungKook pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue before allowing the tenseness of his jaw to show the degree of anger boiling inside him.

Already plotting his escape, JungKook decides he's had enough of the nonsense spewing out of the delectable mouth clearly made for only one purpose: sucking cock.

Disappointed at the lack of reaction from the peasant despite his rude words, Taehyung adds the thing that he expects to be the final straw in the hopes he finally gets some -any- kind of reaction from the intense man currently staring through him.

He smiles sweetly and says as if announcing the day's weather:

"Oh well, you should know there are no excuses. Guards, take him for a flogging and if he's still able to walk after it, you can let him go." Taehyung is impressed with the amount of authority he manages to instil in his words despite the perfect figure kneeling in front of him, giving him the dark eyes of temptation.

Suddenly, everything changes from calm to a storm.

Despite still being on his knees, JungKook is too quick for the guards to react.

In a single move, he pulls a long dagger off the belt of one of the men and immediately stabs it into the side of the guard holding the spear -the blade suffocates the scream but pulls a stream of blood out that runs down from under the ribs like a waterfall of red out of the black rock of the smooth, onyx skin.

All the Pharaoh's personal slaves scream and scramble in a blink of an eye, until only the two guards, Taehyung and JungKook are left on the throne dais. Chaos ensues.

JungKook stands up in a flash and when the stabbed guard falls on his knees, JungKook kicks away the spear and ducks down to avoid the gleaming edge of the khopesh coming at him from the other side.

Taehyung gasps in unexpected shock when the curved sword glides through the air and sweeps so close to the top of JungKook's head. Why would the Pharaoh care what happens to the peasant?

JungKook goes to stab the second guard but the man is too fast and blocks the attack with the handle his sword, twisting it quickly to make the dagger fall off JungKook's hand. Avoiding another slice of the sword, JungKook steps right into the guard's space and knees him in the balls and immediately the figure slumps onto the stone floor, hissing in obvious pain, eyes watering. The other guard gargles in the background, creating a pool of black over the limestone while the silence gathers.

The Pharaoh's face is a pleasing picture of terror when JungKook finally turns to him and picks up his dagger off the floor, only to absentmindedly -and while gazing directly into Taehyung's eyes- slice the second guard's throat open, the blood from the large veins at his neck spraying all over JungKook's hand and foot.

Finally Taehyung finds his voice which is decidedly pathetic for a Pharaoh: "No! You can't..." The words fade into a whisper when the slow steps approach.

He tries to scramble away but the throne cages him in. He is only able to lean back, partly bent over the arm of it, one foot up on the seat. Completely frozen in his terror.

The air doesn't really move in or out of Taehyung, it just sits, heavy and hot in his throat while he tries to make sense of what's just happened. He doesn't understand where all his other guards are until he realises there are no people in the hall either, they've all been told to leave. By him.

They are alone.

Taehyung bites his lip in his panic and the way JungKook looks at the little move makes Taehyung tremble, somewhere inside, lower down.

"Now. Shall we talk about this again?"

JungKook says, stepping right in front of Taehyung. He places a hand on the arm rest, right next to Taehyung's arm, so close to touching that there is body heat against body heat. Then it's the peasant who is leaning over the Pharaoh, making Taehyung bend further back to escape the looming figure until the throne arm digs into his back painfully. Taehyung gulps. He's too close.

Suddenly there is a bloody, dirty hand on the Pharaoh's throat, the syrupy fluid smearing all over it and his jaw, the stiff redness slowly dripping down to his collarbones. A sticky thumb slides along the bottom edge of Taehyung's lip while the dark, sparkling eyes follow Taehyung's every move, every flutter of eyelashes. The hand slips back down and wraps around Taehyung's throat -and squeezes hard enough for Taehyung to panic -well, panic more than he is already panicking.

Just when Taehyung thought things couldn't get any worse, the dagger reappears out of nowhere, the flat of it gently denting his lower lip. He dares not even breathe.

"I can see what all the fuss is about. Rather pretty now, aren't you?" He slides the flat of the knife down Taehyung's cheek while he trembles and wheezes, completely frozen in place.

"Don't touch me!" Taehyung hisses, knife at the tip of his chin.

Taehyung tries to blink away tears but he doesn't quite know what's causing them. His insides are on fire and way too full of emotion -and nowhere near all of them are negative.

The knife toys its way down Taehyung's throat and down to his chest agonisingly slowly, where it pushes the linen to one side until a delicious, perfectly formed, brown bud of a nipple is revealed, the shiny point gently denting the flesh around it while circling it. JungKook's mouth tightens when he licks at his bottom lip while eating Taehyung up with his eyes. He carries on further down the peachy flesh until the soft fabric falls off the raised knee, revealing the whole of the lush thigh again, beautifully oiled and the colour of rich honey.

Taehyung can't help the shivers that travel up and down his spine at the touching -especially when just like that, the only thing that crosses the whole expanse of his skin across one side is the rope belt flirting with the curve of his hipbone.

Even though there is still a fold of fabric covering Taehyung's crotch, he is very exposed with his naked shoulders and thigh -yet he can't bring himself to feel all that concerned about it because all he seems able to feel are those dark eyes on him that just won't let him go.

The longer he stares into the starry blackness, the hotter Taehyung feels. The heat and red of arousal suddenly tint his cheeks and his exposed chest and utterly unable to help it, Taehyung finds himself licking his lips and fluttering his lashes at the man who merely hums gently in response. Appreciative. Taehyung tries to remind himself how he hates someone else having any power over him. He really does.

Suddenly, he no longer sees the dead men on the floor in front of them nor the darkness of their blood staining the limestone floor, dripping off the side of the platform, staining the consecrated steps leading up to the holy seat of rule.

The air feels different somehow. Hotter, thicker.

Even Taehyung is not convinced by his breathless words when he says:

"You will die if you touch me! You'll... never get away... with it." When the peasant snickers at his words, Taehyung laments like some damn damsel in distress and he hates it.

The threat has no substance, therefore JungKook is not worried. "I think I'll die anyway so I might as well make the most of it..." JungKook hums and brings a thumb back onto Taehyung's lush lower lip, smearing it in the mess already there before bringing it to his own mouth to lick it clean.

All of Taehyung just collapses inside him, tightens and loosens at the same time and a little gasp leaves his open lips. His tongue escapes without permission and licks along the bottom lip, as if to taste the trail of JungKook's almost possessive touch. When the dark and smoky eyes hovering above Taehyung witness this, another annoying, flirty lift of a lip disturbs the perfect line of the peasant's mouth.

Suddenly, a knee settles on the throne, the outline of the gorgeous thigh right next to Taehyung's arm with the gorgeous mounds and valleys of the man's muscled torso so close to Taehyung's face he has a sudden urge to lean forward and stick his tongue out and lick across all of it.

Taehyung can feel the heat of embarrassment, of arousal, burn on his cheeks. It radiates all over his body like rays of the sun, tingling all the way down his spine and igniting his insides, his body shifting and squirming to the colour of it.

To hide his embarrassing attraction to the lowly peasant and his unbearable placidity in his sphere of influence, Taehyung tries to push the man away, his pathetic shoves useless against the solid frame which does not budge an inch. Gasping, Taehyung looks up into the arrogant, dark eyes staring down at him and that's all it takes for him to fully realise he's fucked.

He just can't decide if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

JungKook doesn't care either way, the dagger clangs onto the floor when his dirty fingers weave into the shiny, black strands of the Pharaoh's mane and without warning, he yanks Taehyung's head back so hard that he squeals, his body arching against and over the arm rest. Left entirely vulnerable, all open and almost naked, Taehyung's whole body is controlled by the ruthless grip in his hair.

The whine that escapes Taehyung's lips at the abuse is the most embarrassing thing of all. The irony of a god among men pleading to the peasant holding him -and on his throne of all places. Sacrilege.

"Please." If Taehyung could withdraw one word out of all the words he has ever spoken, that would be it.

The dark curls tickle Taehyung's cheek when the man leans over and breathes hotly into his ear.

"Ahh... Our little Pharaoh has a thing for being manhandled. How perfect... because I'm going to enjoy manhandling you until you scream my name." He whispers, his voice a rough scratch in Taehyung's ear.

While staring deeply into the breathtakingly green, darkly lined, fluttering eyes below him, JungKook runs a possessive hand up the naked half of Taehyung. He starts all the way from his ankle and calf, sliding across the sensitive skin under the knee, along the softness of the thigh, he slows down at the luscious curve of his hips and fiddles at the fine rope over the soft waist.

Not once moving his eyes -or his grip in Taehyung's hair- he traces circles around a perky nipple with his finger this time while the Pharaoh pants, chest heaving.

Suddenly there is a hot, wet, greedy mouth on Taehyung's exposed neck while a fist pulls his head back while another grips and arches his waist even more until he is entirely helpless under the man.

Taehyung sobs.

"Please."

JungKook grins darkly, victorious. "There we go... was it so hard now... Taehyung?" He says the name with a deliberate tone, as if declaring his superiority over the Pharaoh, while tracing fingers along the delicate collarbones, making him gasp.

He continues: "Yes... I think I shall collect my own taxes." The meaning of the words is clear and Taehyung's eyes widen, his breath shallow. "Let's go then, Your Majesty. Time to pay up."

As quickly as the hands grabbed Taehyung, they let go and breathless, Taehyung tries to look around for guards -but is only disorientated further when he suddenly finds himself on the man's shoulder, up-side-down.

"Wait! Let me go! No, put me down!" He starts hammering the naked back and kicking off while the tanned, sandaled feet on the floor head toward the Royal Palace located behind the temple.

JungKook puts on a pretend whiny voice: "Oh no! Let me go! Oh please, please! No... please! Which one is it, beautiful? Try and make up your mind... and stop kicking before I'll to drop you." He grumbles light-heartedly, his arm around Taehyung's thighs a tight squeeze.

When the squirming doesn't lessen, a firm hand lands on Taehyung's ass so hard he yelps at the impact. It only stops him for a brief moment after which he restarts his kicking and hitting -this time opting for elbows over fists- and gets a quicker reaction.

It doesn't go quite the way he planned it.

JungKook almost drops him onto his feet, only to shove him face first against the multitude of small tiles decorating the tall corridor, his face squished to the side as if Taehyung were just another one of the larger, flat figures carved into the ocean of turquoise, all facing in the same direction.

There is not a soul in sight, only the sound of fluttering flames fills the air.

Taehyung can hardly breathe. From dread and worry over being seen, from excitement, from need and want.

He feels angry fingers fisting in his hair again and a ruthless grip around his wrist which slams the helpless hand against the wall.

"I told you to stop fighting, Taehyung." The threatening voice at his ear is smooth, dark, seductive and Taehyung feels it along his skin like honey. Just the fact that he keeps using Taehyung's name -especially without his title- is such a desecration that Taehyung just can't help but to melt inside.

He's shaking, inside and out and he really has no idea what he's doing. Shouldn't he be calling for help?

He probably would, had JungKook not taken over all his senses.

The coolness of the wall against Taehyung's heated cheek and chest is welcome. He braces himself against the wall, long fingers splayed by his shoulders when a ruthless mouth attacks his neck from behind, his lolling head pulled to the side by the demanding fingers.

This time Taehyung can't hide the moan. Not when JungKook's hot body pushes against him, squeezing him against the wall, and his obviously hard cock nudging into the clothed groove of Taehyung's ass.

Deep groan rumbles quietly on JungKook's lips when his merciless hands rip off the remaining fabric still draping Taehyung's smooth, caramel shoulders until it merely hangs, pathetically, over the belt.

"Just couldn't wait, could you? So eager..." JungKook says devouring the delicious flesh in front of him with his eyes before claiming it with his hands and mouth.

"You won't... get away with this... stop... touching me..." Taehyung pants, cheeks rosy and squishing against the rough pattern of tiles, his glorious green eyes hooded, his full, pink lips parted.

Not one to give in easily, Taehyung tries to whack JungKook, blindly, his hand only landing on smooth, unforgiving muscle. He tries to push but really, all he is thinking about is how could he mean what he says when his cock is raging hard and throbbing, his insides desperately pulsing for a fucking. Taehyung is so, so conflicted.

He's conflicted because Pharaohs don't sleep with peasants, especially peasants who haven't even bothered to ask if the said Pharaoh actually wants to be ravished or not.

"Say it like you actually mean it, Your Majesty." The use of the royal title in such a sarcastic manner and in his compromised position is so fucking hot that Taehyung feels his dick twitch and leak.

The rough fingers slide up along Taehyung's spine and both hands wrap around his throat from behind, squeezing firmly, pulling his cheek away from the wall, lifting his chin up until the thick, black hair cascades down the wide shoulders.

"Hmm... you see, I don't know why you keep saying that when I'm pretty sure you'd like nothing better than my fat cock in your ass right now. I bet you're even hard, I can tell, without even checking..."

Taehyung tries to shake his head, rather uselessly.

He has long since lost his sandals, his robe no longer covers any of his top half and JungKook yanks the remaining fabric off him in one fell swoop, leaving only the white, thin rope circling low around Taehyung's hips like an item of jewellery decorating the glorious, oiled skin on show. The heavy gold necklace and the wide cuffs around his wrists and ankles shine in the torch flames and JungKook doesn't think he's ever seen anything as beautiful as the trembling figure in his hands.

There is nothing but silence once the robe falls. Taehyung can't breathe, equally terrified and turned on, finding support in the solid wall against his hands. He's more terrified of someone seeing him so compromised than he is of the man behind him or what he can do.

He squirms and neighs quietly when a hot hand brushes over his ass cheek, fingers spreading over it to knead gently. Taehyung can feel the loud, contented sigh behind him scatter over his skin and the thought of the peasant being so entranced by his body alone... even as a god on earth, Taehyung wonders if he's ever been thus worshipped.

The sudden wetness at the very top of Taehyung's groove makes him jolt and automatically, he goes to defend himself.

Just waving his hand behind him in an effort to hit something, he whacks JungKook on the side of the head. There is an angry growl and the offending hand is grasped and with it the other one until they are both tightly within JungKook's hold.

"W-W-what are you doing...? L-let me go..." Taehyung murmurs, stuttering, wriggling in the grip. Naked, pressed against the wall, his wrists held together, there isn't much Taehyung can do but take it when JungKook kisses the soft lobe of his ass wetly.

Taehyung gasps.

"You smell so good..." JungKook mumbles against the smooth skin, running his nose over the curve of Taehyung's hip and waist, the action sending waves of heat all over the Pharaoh's body.

Taehyung realises what's about to happen when JungKook fiddles with the last remaining item of his clothing -the rope belt. It's already conveniently located, all JungKook has to do is wrap it around Taehyung's wrists and tighten it and immediately, the man is bundled and finally, entirely helpless.

Rather than panic, Taehyung sinks into the feeling with surprising ease.

He feels like he's falling into himself, as if the outside and inside of him finally match and actually move together, want together. The feeling is so holistic, it hums all over him.

Who would have thought a simple piece of rope could make one feel so... boundless?

Suddenly, he is free from all demands and responsibilities, he is free from fear -right now, he's not the Pharaoh, no, he is merely a nameless man reduced into a helpless, naked plaything.

Gentle whine tickles the back of his throat but he swallows it down, not wanting to give away his thoughts while he is still capable of holding on to them.

"There we go. Now. Are you going to stop struggling or am I going to have to tie up the rest of you too?" He teases from behind Taehyung's shoulder before grabbing him by the nape of his neck with a heavy hand to turn him over.

With the cool wall against his back, Taehyung blushes furiously, unable to meet JungKook's gaze, too embarrassed by his nudity but even more so by his straining, leaking cock so desperate to be touched.

"Hmmm... knew it. You really are a glutton for punishment, aren't you, Beautiful?" JungKook lifts Taehyung's chin, then runs a finger down the curve of the soft cheek. He steps right up to Taehyung, close enough for their breaths to mix, and looks down at the damp, red cock twitching at the attention.

Still not quite ready to give into it, Taehyung's green eyes flash at JungKook. "Don't call me that."

JungKook just laughs, the sound almost light, the corners of his eyes wrinkling.

"Hmmm... you are quite a sight, you know, Your Majesty." The deep, flippant tone whispering at Taehyung's cheek is so sensual that Taehyung feels the last dregs of his control drip further and further away from his grasp.

"Now. Let's go. Temple or not, this is not the place for what I have planned for this Pharaoh." This time, Taehyung cannot ignore the playfulness and is shocked to feel a beginning of a smile tugging in the corner of his mouth.

JungKook picks Taehyung up again, throwing the robe over to cover the delicious ass and heads across the large courtyard surrounded by the complex of buildings toward the Royal Palace.

"You'll never get away with this...I'm going to call for help and they'll come for you..." Taehyung splutters, still breathless, wincing at the tightness around his wrists.

There is a chortle bordering on a cackle and JungKook says: "Again, why don't you just say what you actually want to say? Are you really going to let me be taken away by the guards rather than let me kiss all of you and fuck you til you cry?" The way his voice dips at the end makes all of Taehyung tighten inside.

They both know which option he'll choose, there's no point in pretending otherwise.

Out of all the buildings surrounding the courtyard -smaller palace complexes used for royal family and apartments for officials- it's not hard to figure out which palace is the Pharaoh's because it's the biggest and most ostentatious of them all.

When they arrive at the entrance, the guards move to stop them, only to stand aside when Taehyung says a mere handful of words. There are no questions, no surprised reactions, the guards just obey the Divine Pharaoh and do as they are told even when he is naked and bound on a man's shoulder.

"Must be nice for you that people always do what you tell them to do, no questions asked, hmm?" JungKook comments.

The palace layout is relatively simple and easy to follow so JungKook carries on with his semi-covered bundle (no longer wriggling) on his shoulder and walks past the private audience chamber and the harem -which to his surprise is completely empty.

Too curious not to, he asks: "Where's your harem, Your Majesty?" The question hardly merits an answer but for some reason Taehyung replies:

"I don't have one because I don't need one." His voice doesn't sound quite as sharp as he was going for.

"Oh, that's obviously why you're being so needy now..." JungKook chuckles, finally arriving at their destination.

Without much care, JungKook just plops the Pharaoh on a small stool positioned along a beautiful, intricately painted wall of wildlife, flowers and animals. In the flickering torch light, the images look almost like they are moving and the naked man, as if part of the mural itself, is the most beautiful painting of them all, even in his dishevelled state.

JungKook looks around and is pleased to find a bath in the corner of the side room, all ready and waiting for the Pharaoh.

"Excellent, I didn't exactly feel like going to bed with all this blood caked on me, don't know about you?" Taehyung is unable to answer for the tightness in his midriff from the words "going to bed", he's still processing when JungKook just pulls him by his necklace like it was a collar and stands him by the bath.

The robe that was thrown on to cover him on the way here just falls onto the floor and Taehyung wishes more than anything that he were able to cover himself rather than just stand there, helpless, wrists bound together tightly, so, so vulnerable. He breathes heavily, trying to calm his heart.

"Your bath has been prepared but why is there is no one here to bathe you?" He says using a finger to swirl the deliciously scented water with beautiful petals floating on the surface of it.

"They're out celebrating the end of the floods, like everyone else -where I would be too, had I not been kidnapped!" Taehyung speaks with sudden fire, rather snarky about it too.

"It's not kidnapping if you want to come along and, beautiful, there is nothing but want in your eyes... No matter how much you try and hide it from me." He leans right up to Taehyung, their lips shadowing each other, their breaths dancing and he drops the only piece of clothing he's wearing, the cloth falling on the floor, soundlessly.

He takes a moment to remove his leather cuffs on his wrists while standing his back to Taehyung.

Taehyung tries not to look at the man and fails miserably. Because he can see his full figure without the rude interruption of the cloth, Taehyung can fully appreciate the muscular back, wider shoulders, the steeply curving back to the incredibly slim waist only to billow out again to the lush, muscular buttocks... and the thighs. Taehyung realises now why it was so easy for JungKook to carry him such a distance.

Taehyung decides no other man exists who is as perfect as JungKook.

JungKook steps into the water and grabs Taehyung by the elbow to help him in but he suddenly resists. Annoyed, the dark eyes turn back.

"Please." He lifts his foot onto the wide stones surrounding the bath, with only his toes touching it, clearly asking with his eyes for JungKook to remove the ankle cuff.

JungKook looks at it, then at the long, slender leg bent in front of him, at the delicate foot, the perfect toes, the slender ankle so beautifully and perfectly decorated by the wide ring of gold. He traces the honey skin higher up with his eyes...

What the Pharaoh doesn't realise is that the tied wrists make his back and waist arch delightfully and the raised leg only serves to round up his ass even further, so just by lifting his foot on the bath, Taehyung's already incredibly gracious frame shifts into something totally delectable... JungKook doesn't have time or patience for this.

He grabs the Pharaoh by the slender waist and almost lifts him into the water. The man squeals at the surprise manhandling and upon sitting down, folds onto his bent legs, falling against the side of JungKook while trying his best to stay upright.

"This is so uncomfortable, untie me! Now!" Taehyung hisses and all JungKook does is laugh. "It hurts!" Taehyung pouts and tries to move away from the peasant by pushing with his shoulder and kicking his legs. Before he is able to get anywhere, strong fingers stretch across his jaw and he is pulled into a forceful kiss.

The surprise alone is enough to get Taehyung flustered and his heart beating like hummingbird wings but it's the firm hand at his throat and the other at his hair -where it clearly belongs- that make him feel...possessed by the man.

When JungKook stops for a moment to breathe, Taehyung pants heavily and just blinks at the dark, starry eyes.

The hand at his throat climbs up to caress the soft cheek and out of all the things that Taehyung could do... he blushes.

He blushes all over, body trembling a little, torrents of cool prickles wrapping around his whole body until they travel in waves, tightening his nipples, his cock. The feeling escapes out of his mouth in a gasp that is too close to a moan.

Encouraged, JungKook pulls him close, arching Taehyung against his hard contours by wrapping an arm around the waist underneath the bound wrists and simply pulling him through the water into his arms, spreading the lush thighs open until Taehyung straddles his hips.

Without any shame, the peasant slides hips against hips, hardness against hardness and grabs behind Taehyung's neck to bring him into a deep kiss. Taehyung could try and resist, but he doesn't. He doesn't want to.

The wandering hands on Taehyung glide over his oiled skin smoothly creating small lines of droplets on skin above water, the flickering flames making the droplets look like beautiful pearl necklaces along the honeyed skin.

Frankly, the feel of the sliding touch on Taehyung is filthy. Positively carnal.

The touch is so debauched that when there are fingers drawing circles around Taehyung's dark buds, then flicking and pinching, his head flicks back and a loud cry is ripped out of him. Before the sound has even stopped, Taehyung finds wet swollen lips back on his while he writhes under JungKook's unforgiving grip.

Eager fingers slide over the luscious mounds of Taehyung's ass and they touch and touch, pushing Taehyung against JungKook until he's grinding, helpless over the pleasure, his gasps and moans dripping onto JungKook's lips.

When the grip around his throat returns, Taehyung suddenly feels like he might come just from grinding against JungKook. He's lost in his lust already, not matter how much he tries to fight it.

"Go on say it, beautiful." JungKook teases right at Taehyung's jawline, voice deep.

"S-say what?" Taehyung tries to put on a stubborn and proud face but it just comes across as cute and pouting.

"Beg."

"Never." He breathes, his teeth over his lush lip while he stares into the cheeky, sparkling pools of JungKook's eyes.

"Really?" He taunts and immediately his hand sweeps over an ass cheek but then dives into the groove in between and slides two oily soft fingers over the sensitive, puckered, hole.

"Ohh..." Taehyung whines, helplessly entangled on JungKook's lap, unable to resist.

JungKook's teeth run along the side of Taehyung's long, graceful neck while he admires the weight of the round lobes filling his hands. No longer able to wait, JungKook slips a finger into the tight orifice twitching and begging under his fingers.

Taehyung might not be begging, but his body is.

Needing more, JungKook pushes the Pharaoh off him and guides him backwards over to the edge of the bath where he lifts him to sit on it, his back leaning against the wall.

When JungKook goes to lift the long, glossy legs, however, he unexpectedly finds that Taehyung resists by bringing his legs together, crossing them tightly -but for the first time, there is a glint of play in his eyes when JungKook scowls at him.

With a little annoyed growl, JungKook lifts the glorious legs by the knees and forces the legs wide open in a sharp yank and the noise that echoes around the bathroom at the action is deliciously debauched, low moan coming from somewhere deep inside Taehyung.

JungKook's grin is victorious.

Not wasting time on teasing on self-gratification, JungKook just grabs one of the scented oils for the bath and pours it liberally all over Taehyung starting from his belly button all over the entirely smooth skin begging to be touched. The oil slips and drips down when JungKook dips his fingers in it and spreads it over all the curves and crevices while Taehyung whines louder and louder when the hands don't touch where he wants them to touch.

Everything is shining with the generous coating of oil. His glistening cock twitches pathetically between his legs that are spread so open wide that he is left entirely vulnerable and unable to move with his hands tied behind his back. It's the vulnerability that makes Taehyung tremble and finally admit to himself that this is where he'd rather be. Right here, under the complete control of the peasant looming over him.

"You ready to say you want it yet?" JungKook whispers right at Taehyung's ear while his fingers slide along the sensitive skin at the back of Taehyung's thigh, too close to the tender flesh between the legs, thumbs drawing little circles along the shiny skin surface.

Biting his lip, cheeks red, green eyes shining, Taehyung finally nods his head, so minutely is barely noticeable.

"Ready to beg for it?" JungKook smiles, knowing what the answer's going to be.

Eyes like green lightning Taehyung answers with a furious shake of the head and it makes JungKook laugh heartily.

All of Taehyung's walls are crumbling inside him.

His body is clearly conspiring with the peasant currently ogling at him from above. The man is clearly enjoying the sight that only a handful of people have ever seen -yet Taehyung can't bring himself to care if he's powerless or vulnerable (the way a Pharaoh should not be), if he's defeated or embarrassed -he doesn't care anymore.

The burn of his need is so sweet and bright, all he wants is to burn together with JungKook.

He can no longer stop the loud moans and whines escaping his mouth when two rough fingers push inside him, stretching his tight entrance.

"Fuck, so tight..." JungKook hums under his breath, for the first time showing signs of being affected by what's happening. Glorious red spreads across his chest, along his neck, even his cheeks while his teeth graze his full lower lip.

When the almost black eyes stare right into Taehyung's while his fingers push all the way in, to the knuckle, Taehyung's insides flip and flip and he really wants it. He wants the man to fuck him until he can't see straight. It's the only thing he can think about.

As if hearing his thoughts, JungKook runs his teeth along the edge of Taehyung's jawline and adds a finger, the stretch so glorious that Taehyung whines and tries to catch JungKook's lips with his own.

He just chuckles and speaks against Taehyung's lips. "Hmm, suddenly so keen... ready to beg yet?" His eyes twinkle. When Taehyung leans over and tries to kiss him again, the cheeky smile playing on his lips quickly turns into such a wide grin that the corners of his eyes wrinkle.

JungKook leans back over to get some more oil and once applied, the fingers slip and slide so deep, so easily that Taehyung cries at the pleasure of it, panting at every push when Taehyung starts to thrust properly.

"Fuck..." Is all that leaves Taehyung's lips when, at the harder movements, his hips start responding, moving, silently grinding to try and meet the intrusion, just to get it a little bit deeper.

JungKook just stares at the vision that is Taehyung. Gloriously falling apart in his hands, so soft and needy -nothing like that brat on the throne earlier- and JungKook wants him more than he has ever wanted anything. He wants Taehyung to crumble completely, to give away all of his power, he wants Taehyung to give him everything.

So he fucks his ass with his fingers, spreads it gloriously and the sight of the pink hole sucking in his digits right in front of him is so delicious that JungKook feels an incredible tightness take over his insides, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

When the squirming starts, JungKook knows it won't be long until he gets what he wants the most: to hear the Pharaoh beg.

He slides his other fingers to gently circle to swollen tip of Taehyung's cock while he fucks into the hole hard and deep with his fingers, the lewd squelching sounds filling the sweetly scented bathroom. The face in front of him is flushed with a furrowed brow, the mouth hanging open, jaw slack while the striking eyes roll and roll. Looking the most beautiful JungKook has ever seen him.

When JungKook lets go, the pretty cock lolls on the soft stomach with every thrust, leaving a damp trail at every move. When Taehyung's teeth graze over his lush lower lip and the whining gets louder and more desperate at every shove inside him, JungKook knows that he's nearly there.

Just when Taehyung is about to tip over the precipice, JungKook stops but the lush hips keep rolling desperately, a loud, disappointed whine echoing around the room. Immediately Taehyung's eyes flick wide open, the green eyes full of anger. "How dare you stop?!" He demands, again sounding like the Pharaoh that he is.

"I don't think that's the tone you want to be using with me Your Majesty." There it is again, that tone that got Taehyung in trouble in the fist place, the condescension, the absolutely lack of respect for his authority - it travels up and down Taehyung's spine this time too and he can't help but to respond to it.

Taehyung nearly cries when the man just stands up and gets out of the bath.

JungKook is not a monster. He reaches out and helps Taehyung stand up while discreetly running his hands over the tied wrists to check that they are not too uncomfortable.

Ah, so he does care. Taehyung smiles inside.

Taehyung finds his legs a bit wobbly so he leans back against the tiled wall while JungKook returns to collect the oil. Taehyung takes the opportunity to admire the incredible form of the man moving so fluidly -he can't get over the broad shoulders and the thick thighs and how in contrast they seem to be with his narrow waist. Taehyung could quite easily look at him all day every day...

When JungKook turns around, he sees Taehyung staring, eyes glowing and hungry. Despite wanting to tease him some more over it, he cannot resist the pull, the need so obvious in the fierce gaze. So putting the oil back down, he takes the few steps separating them and stops directly in front of the Pharaoh, eyes locked tightly to his.

JungKook thinks it's impossible not to soften with the somehow so vulnerable yet so strong eyes staring back at him. A stray finger travels down the curve of the beautiful and soft cheek and the words slip out without JungKook's permission.

"So beautiful." At the words, the long lashes flutter, eyes shy away and a beautiful blush gathers at Taehyung's cheeks.

Lifting the perfect chin with a single finger, JungKook places a gentle kiss on Taehyung's lips, muffling the surprised gasp floating out from between the lips. Like the sudden floods across the lands of Egypt, the kiss has a momentum of its own and helpless, JungKook wraps an arm around Taehyung's waist and pulls him close until they are body to body, heart to heart.

The kiss is deep, slow, intense and feels like it goes on forever. So intimate. It feels like there's more being exchanged than just a kiss. When they finally pull away from each other, chests heaving and lips bruised, their eyes sparkle.

Reluctantly, JungKook pulls away and grabbing the oil, he takes Taehyung into the bedroom.

Gently, JungKook helps Taehyung onto the bed to lie on his stomach, arranging the tied hands so that they are along the slim waist, leaving the gorgeous ass perfectly in view. He pours more oil, so much more, until it drips everywhere, between the legs, down the sides of the lush hips. It even pools in the beautiful dip of the man's back.

Taking his sweet time over it, JungKook spreads the jasmine scented oil up and down Taehyung's lower back, the delicious curve of his waist, the rise of his buttocks. He enjoys the soft, malleable skin, humming while his hands circle around the mounds, jiggling them before sliding his fingers into the deep groove in between, over the pink, needy hole twitching under his soft touch, all to the sound of Taehyung's needy whimpers.

Straddling the soft thighs, JungKook squeezes his cock into slippery groove and pours oil over himself until he slides over the sloppy hole back and forth smoothly while the Pharaoh practically cries in his desperation, begging wordlessly.

Then, without warning, he pushes in, agonisingly slowly.

JungKook growls under his breath at the tightness, using all his resolve to not just pound in with full force. He hisses through his teeth, admiring the stretch of flesh over his cock, enjoying the low and debauched sounds coming out of Taehyung from somewhere deep in the cushions.

Pressing down on Taehyung's shoulder blades, JungKook lifts his weight off the thighs and immediately, the round, golden dunes of Taehyung's ass rise slightly to provide better access.

Then, JungKook moves.

He rolls his hips slowly, deliberately. Deeply. But with every thrust, he goes faster, harder, more insistent on pulling moans out of Taehyung. It's obvious to him how much Taehyung enjoys having his hair pulled so he wraps his fingers around a bundle of the black hair and pulls firmly, exactly at the same time as he thrusts as deeply as he can. Taehyung wails, his whole body tensing and writhing helplessly under JungKook.

But the loudest moans of all comes when JungKook spreads Taehyung's legs wide open, sneaking in between them, and ploughs back in hard enough for skin to slap against skin, over and over and over again, harmonising with Taehyung's involuntary gasping and moaning.

"Untie me." There is a muffled command from the bedding.

"What was that?" JungKook teases without stopping, pretending not to hear.

"Untie me. Please. I want to touch you." The voice is small, suddenly uncertain and it makes JungKook not want to tease anymore.

He stops and takes a moment to untie the wrists, rubbing his fingers over the dark red marks and chafes across the soft flesh. He wants to kiss them, to make them better.

Taehyung is a sight when he turns onto his back. Black hair in complete disarray, his black kohl smeared around his eyes, the luscious lips pink and swollen, so kissable.

But the green eyes seem vulnerable, the eyes a little wet.

JungKook arranges himself between the silky thighs and leans over the Pharaoh, eyes never leaving his when he pushes into the heated tightness. Taehyung sighs, contented.

The air has shifted entirely since they arrived back at the Pharaoh's living quarters -now it's much richer, warmer, more familiar.

While JungKook moves slowly, the beautiful man beneath him hums while his hands explore. Long, sensual fingers run up JungKook's arms, squeezing at the muscles, rounding the shoulders and slowly, the slide up his throat. Hesitant hands push the curls away from JungKook's eyes before returning to his cheeks.

Taehyung cups JungKook's cheeks, catching his eyes with a gaze so full of emotion and meaning that suddenly JungKook aches inside, his stomach falling and falling.

He's pulled down, long fingers weaving into his hair but it isn't until right before their lips touch that he sees a wobble in the line of Taehyung's lips and hears a shake in his breath.

There is more feeling charged in the single kiss than JungKook even thought possible.

Whispering against JungKook's lips, Taehyung utters:

"I've missed you."

JungKook goes to rise, to see Taehyung's face, to see if he really means it, but he's pulled back down into the crook of the slender neck instead to hide the tears that JungKook may not see but he feels them fall like a stream of regrets against his cheek.

A hand at his lower back and a whisper from Taehyung urge him: "Move."

Just like that, their bodies remember as if no time has passed, no seasons of floods, no cycles of the moon, now is as if they'd never parted, a place where time stands still, just for the two of them. With every kiss, with every touch, with every gaze, they remember. Their hearts remember.

But letting go of the past is not easy. JungKook always knew that two people so different could never be forever but he had hoped, even believed when Taehyung had said they would be. It was naïve to think that a Pharaoh, the King of Egypt, would be with a peasant, or that he would not have a wife.

The day it was announced, JungKook left without a word. Now he regrets nothing more.

So it's not just their love that he remembers, he also remembers the pain, the loss, the anger that still festers -the anger that drove him to come back to see for himself, to put himself out of his misery by seeing Taehyung married and with a family. That was surely going to shake him out of his obsession.

But JungKook's plan backfired, he only fell in deeper the very moment he saw Taehyung, the incredible beauty of him just blew him away and he felt unhinged from himself.

No one else can have him, Taehyung is his and always has been. There is a fire, a rage burning inside him and the only thing that is going to calm it, is Taehyung.

When the heart yearns, it yearns.

Taehyung doesn't dare to think, he just feels the man above him, inside him, feeling his breath on his cheek again -he could cry. His heart is beating out of his chest and he doesn't know if it's because of happiness or out of terror of it being broken again. He loves so, so much that it frightens him. The feelings and thoughts are simply too much so Taehyung decides to forget everything except their bodies, their love. They have now, that's already more than he thought he'd ever have.

Their oily bodies slide against each other smoothly, Taehyung lying on his back, holding onto the back of JungKook's neck with both hands while he gazes up at the black eyes devouring him with their fiery gaze.

JungKook holds the back of one of Taehyung's thighs, doubling it over and pressing it tightly against Taehyung's ribs. The position is wonderfully vulnerable and Taehyung loves it. He lifts his leg up onto JungKook's shoulder and suddenly the thrusts come ever faster and harder, almost winding him, ripping so much pleasure out of Taehyung he doesn't know if he can stand it.

"That's it, baby." Just like that JungKook slips into the old nicknames and Taehyung's heart aches, a hint of regret and sadness over all the lost time between them seeping through even at a moment like this. He tells himself to forget about everything except the pleasure right now but JungKook picks up on his shifted mood -and interprets the shadow on Taehyung's face as guilt.

"Where's your Queen, Pharaoh Taehyung?" Suddenly his voice seems a bit mean at the memory of the old wounds resurfacing at their reunion and instantly Taehyung's eyes flash in response.

"What do you care?" He kicks JungKook's shoulder with his heel and attempts to push him away in anger despite JungKook grabbing his thigh tightly against him.

Immediately, ruthless hands, as hard as chains land on the sore flesh on Taehyung's slender wrists and press them down into the bed above his head and Taehyung whimpers at the pain.

JungKook looms above Taehyung, still impaling him into the bed with his cock and although it's futile, Taehyung attempts to struggle.

"Let me go!"

"No."

"I'll scream!"

"Go ahead."

Only silence follows JungKook's words. Pouting, Taehyung tries to curb his anger but it's impossible.

"I hate you." Taehyung hisses under his breath, still feeling the weight of JungKook on his wrists, the weight and thickness of his cock inside him -but even then his words sound like he's saying something quite different.

JungKook shuffles his hands around and frees one of his own. He traces the bottom curve of Taehyung's lip, humming quietly under his breath.

"I don't know how I managed to stay away, Taehyung." He whispers, his eyes tracing the line his thumb drew.

"Why don't you just go whence you came!" Taehyung hisses, kicking his feet uselessly, trying to release his wrists, eyes glistening, tears threatening to overflow.

"You haven't answered my question, Taehyung." He leans close enough for Taehyung to feel his breath dancing near his ear. "Where's your Queen? Lesser wives? Concubines?" His voice is angry, his grip around the wrists tightening. "Why is there no one but you here?!"

Taehyung can no longer hold the tears, not when he has been so blatantly outed as the pathetic person left to pine when the love of his life absconded without a word and left him to be the Pharaoh at such a young age.

"I don't have to tell you anything." Taehyung sniffs and hiccups a little. "It's of no concern of yours, you're just going to run away again anyway! Just let me go and leave!"

Angry, JungKook lets go of the wrists, his hand gripping tightly around Taehyung's jaw instead.

Familiar fingers find their home and grip the hair right at Taehyung's nape when JungKook's mouth lands forcefully on Taehyung's, capturing all moans and objections present. Taehyung pushes and scratches at the shoulders but too quickly he gives into the kiss and surrenders unconditionally, his whole body softening and offering.

When JungKook finally pulls away, Taehyung is in a heated daze, his body burning with need and JungKook, his whole being saturated with Taehyung.

"There's... there's no one." Taehyung whispers, fluttering his eyes open to find the dark, sparkling eyes. "Never has been..." Taehyung shies away when his voice fades with his words.

The fingers are at Taehyung's jaw again, turning him to face JungKook, but gentler this time.

"No one?" Stupefied, he stares at Taehyung, eyes wide with shock. Taehyung confirms.

"All these years? No one?" JungKook's voice gets higher with every disbelieving word, eyes glistening.

There isn't much JungKook can say so he kisses Taehyung with everything he has, his love, his regrets, his hopes and his dreams, hoping that at least some of that will sink through to him.

Between kisses he whispers to Taehyung:

I'm sorry, my love.

I should have stayed with you.

I should have fought for you, for us.

I'm never leaving again, I promise.

I love you.

"I love you." He was too afraid to say it in the past, now Taehyung doesn't want to waste any time. He wants JungKook to know how he feels and has always felt.

A sense of urgency takes over them, a desperation to make up for lost time. So they touch and taste as if it were the last time they'll ever see each other, as if they have to say goodbye in the morning for the very last time.

Taehyung rides on top, leaning on the firm cushions of JungKook's muscles. He refuses to feel the burn of his thighs because the cock inside him feels too good to stop right now. He needs more, harder, deeper -his fevered moans tell JungKook enough.

Taehyung tweaks a glistening, small, pert nipple and JungKook groans, briefly flashing his teeth, hissing, and Taehyung just giggles, hips grinding ever harder until rough hands grip his hips, denting the flesh.

"Fuck!" JungKook shouts, hips lifting off the bed, lifting Taehyung with him when the pleasure almost gets too much for him. "Off! On your hands and knees! Now." His voice is almost a growl and it hits Taehyung in all the right places.

The sight of the Pharaoh with his cheek on the bed and luscious ass high up in the air is surely the most wonderful thing JungKook has ever seen. The oil makes the golden skin shine and sighing in reverence, JungKook aligns himself and pushes in, the air immediately filled with their joint moans.

JungKook pushes all the way in and stops.

In confusion, Taehyung looks over his shoulder in question, when JungKook just gently moves Taehyung's hips to show him what to do. Staying still, JungKook waits for Taehyung to fuck him. Impale himself on his cock. As soon as Taehyung realises what is wanted of him, he groans.

He starts slowly, really enjoying the stretch, the angle of JungKook's cock inside him touching all the right places. He pushes himself all the want to the hilt and then stays there for a little while, until he feels JungKook getting restless. Then he moves but only a little bit, JungKook's dick as deep as it'll go.

Then he moves, faster, deeper, he moans, grinding himself on JungKook's cock, spreading his legs open, arching his back, rolling his hips back and forth, round and round. Panting. Pushing against the bed to get more leverage. Moaning so loudly. Wanton.

But it's just not enough.

"Please." He cries. "Harder. Please."

The grip on Taehyung's hip tightens and suddenly Taehyung realises he's no longer in control. The pounding starts hard and fast straight away, without warmup -and Taehyung loves it, moaning in pace with the thrusts.

It is impossible to hold on for much longer, both of them so full of each other to the brim that even one touch more would surely be too much.

So they move, together, fast and hard, ruthless thrusts until it all just becomes too much...

In the end they both collapse into each other, melting and pulsing, unable to speak for the strength of their climaxes, Taehyung feeling tears burn at the back of his eyelids from the completeness he feels from finally being together with JungKook. He wonders if the other feels the same.

The collapse onto their sides, facing each other and immediately Taehyung tangles his fingers around JungKook's. The kiss briefly, so gently it seems almost impossible.

Taehyung plays with the black waves tickling his chin when JungKook burrows into the crook of his neck and pulls Taehyung close by the waist.

"Come. Bath." Taehyung whispers and JungKook only hums in response, body all limp.

There is a mumble from somewhere next to Taehyung's neck. "In a minute."

Taehyung just giggles and pulls JungKook by the ear to get him moving and they hobble into the bath again where they naturally fall into Taehyung sitting in between JungKook's legs -like they used to sit.

"I didn't think I was ever going to see you again." Taehyung whispers quietly, leaning his head back against JungKook's shoulder.

JungKook pulls him a little closer, nudging his nose behind the Pharaoh's ear.

"As if I could stay away." There is a smile somewhere in the depths of JungKook's voice.

"But why today and why like that?" Taehyung doesn't know whether to be upset or ecstatic about it, given how it all went down.

"I was still so angry because of what I thought they'd made you do... get married against your wishes -and you agreeing to it. I didn't think I'd get anywhere near you without coming on Taxation Day. They, the guards, they didn't let me get close enough to explain...to apologise... I needed an excuse but it seemed like you were having none of it so I... improvised." JungKook tries to supress a smile. "I didn't hear you complaining..." He teases.

"There was a moment there I thought you were actually going to kill me, you know." Taehyung said, meaning every word.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me, I just had to have you when I saw you looking at me with those... hungry eyes...." JungKook sounds embarrassed.

"You remembered that look..." Taehyung sounds surprised.

"I remember everything Taehyung, everything. You're the only thing I've thought about all these years, you have to know that." The look on JungKook's face is so sincere it's difficult not to believe him.

Taehyung just turns around, holding onto JungKook's neck for support, and without saying anything, he just kisses JungKook softly.

"I love you." He smiles. 

"But seriously, if you kill any of my guards again, I'm throwing you in the dungeons no matter how good you give it to me -have you any idea how difficult well trained Medjay warriors are to come by?! And you just took out my best two!" Taehyung tries to sound angry but he can't do it when it comes to JungKook. "I was really worried you'd get hurt..." He speaks quietly and it's JungKook's turn to kiss him silly.

With probing eyes, JungKook asks: "Are we going to figure this out...?" There is hope in his tone and it warms Taehyung's heart.

"Yes. As long as you're here with me, I don't care about the rest, it'll sort itself out."

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