powerboys | You'll be back

"You hurt my throat."

He sounded petulant and he pouted, not happy at such rough treatment and not feeling in the mood to play along with this. He knew things were about to change and he didn't like it at all. He hadn't even done anything wrong. He just ruled the country. "Get off me." He didn't want to be held by this traitor, he didn't want to play his games any more. "I don't want your gross hands touching my nice clothes, traitor."

"Yeah? Would you rather be without your clothes?" Yoongi snorted and ran a hand down Ten's body, feeling his chest, his stomach, his crotch, all through his clothes. Hardly the first time, after all. It didn't solve any of their issues, but he felt he had earned the right to some pettiness as well. "What if I made your clothes a little less nice, huh?"

That said he reached for the knife he'd kept hidden, just in case, the very same that had been used to carve Ten's name into his body. And he used it to cut through the fabric of Ten's clothes, just enough for him to start ripping his robe.

"Don't do that! They're custom made. Are you crazy?!" They were worth a lot of money and soon, they'd be all he had left. He glared, annoyed and upset, aggressively trying to get out from under the attack of his clothes but when he squirmed, the knife brushed against his chest and he soon stopped, panting harshly. Well, he didn't want to get stabbed or anything.

"You have no right to take my clothes or touch me that way. You lost those rights." When he left like a big leaving ... leaver. The bastard left him, he didn't get to come back and feel him up like this. "You haven't earned the right to touch me."

"Didn't I? Ask anyone out there. By rules of conquest, you are mine." Yoongi cut a strip of his clothes loose and then he used it to blindfold Ten, perhaps tying it a bit tighter than he would have had to, but whatever. He felt like treating him roughly, he had been tortured for hours, he had the hopes and dreams of a whole nation on his shoulder and Ten was just here, as always, bitching and whining.

He knew how disorienting it could be to be blindfolded, how much it could subdue someone's fighting spirit. He had been there not that long ago. And so, once he was done with that, he let go of Ten, only to give him a shove forward and move behind him. "I will touch you all I fucking want."

"I will never be yours. Once a king, always a king. And you, my friend, will always be a traitor. Even on the throne, you're a traitor. They won't accept you for long." Ten insisted as he stumbled forward, not having his hands to brace himself or any vision. It was hard to know what to do. He moved very slowly, not sure where he was supposed to go and only moving when Yoongi shoved him.

"What do you expect me to do, moron? I can't see!" Ten huffed in annoyance and then halted, trying to turn back to find Yoongi.

"I've no intention of being on the throne." The thought alone made him scoff. He had fucked on the throne, quite literally, but that was different. Playing around with Ten in a different time. He had never aspired to actually hold that kind of power. Or any kind of power, really. "And I don't expect you to do anything, I'll just take what I want from you."

That said he moved closer to Ten again, suddenly in front of him, suddenly kissing his neck. He bit down on it and then he shoved him to the ground, pulling his legs out from under him. Yoongi sat down on his back, not wanting to give him even a chance of finding his bearings.

He had no intention of being on the throne? Then what the fuck was the point of all of this? Why did he rise up against him if he wasn't going to take the power? "You won't rule?" He wanted to ask more but soon, there were lips on his neck and his feet were going out from under him. He landed on the floor and wheezed in pain, feeling Yoongi sitting on him, looming in close.

They had played games like this before but not like this. It was uncertain and fear started to spike in him as he wriggled and wrestled to get free. "Why did you do any of this?! What was the point? If you won't rule, why can't I?!"

"There has to be an alternative to terrible rulers. You've never wanted to be in charge, didn't you tell me that so often? What have the people done to deserve being ruled by someone who hates it, hates them, mistreats them?" Yoongi didn't expect Ten to understand his reasoning and he was mostly focused on stripping him down further by literally cutting strips of fabric from his clothes.

Finally he turned around, starting to tie Ten's ankles together tightly. He held them with one hand, the other moving between Ten's thighs. Such heat trapped between them and he felt a quiver shake Ten's body when he moved his hand higher up. "Fuck. I've missed you."

"I never wanted to rule, others were supposed to. It wasn't my fault! It's not my fault they all left me." Losing his father had been a hell of a blow but then his older brother as well. It was so unlikely and unexpected that he wasn't prepared. He had never wanted this position and every day, he made decisions that hurt someone. If one set of people didn't suffer, another set did. "But everything is my fault, isn't it? I'm the monster for having to make decisions no one should have to make!"

He didn't want to decide where to tax, what to do, which side of his kingdom got the aid. He didn't like it or understand it. And now he'd probably die for it.

Feeling Yoongi move around him, tying him tight and moving in close, he gulped hard as he waited for whatever was going to come. He felt wet build around his eyes and he shivered as all of his emotions hit him at once. "It's not fair that you left me..."

"It's not fair that I didn't have a choice but to leave you. What was I supposed to do, stand by you while you made people suffer?" Life hadn't been fair on either of them and Yoongi had realised this a long time ago. He had had time to adjust to the thought, but he knew that a lot was new to Ten. He finished hogtying him, very tightly, knowing well how flexible he was, then he just lied down next to him, watching him from the side. "I want you to live, Ten. I want you to be mine."

"Won't happen though, will it?" Nothing good ever happened. Every plan he made had fallen apart. He wistfully thought of his plans to retire in the country while his brother rules, play with his snakes all day and maybe have Yoongi as his cute maid/hot lover. It was a fun fantasy but he knew now that fantasies didn't count for much. "They want me dead and besides, even if they didn't, it's too late. We can't have it back. Time doesn't work like that."

He turned his head towards Yoongi and then pulled his arms, curiously if he could make any ropes give. "What does a kingdom do if they get rid of the king?"

"Depends on the kingdom, I guess." Yoongi sighed, looking at Ten and reaching out so he could cup his face with one hand, gently stroking his cheek. Oh, he was still pissed at him, but the concern and love he felt was at odds with that, so he felt the softness come through right now. "Depends on me, right now, more than anything. I'll think about it. Maybe they can just have a vote to decide who should lead. Every few years or so."

Why not? At least that would make it slightly less likely to have someone just stuck in the position, like it had been with Ten.

"That's stupid. Who do you even think could lead in your place? Do you think anyone could? They rallied around you, they love you. No one is half as ... hmm, what's the word I'm looking for? How does one tastefully say that no one has the same big dick energy as you?" Ten mused with a small smirk, even the devil child, even now. Even in defeat, he had to tease and mock. What else did he have otherwise? He'd always been the same.

"Compared to you, all the candidates look awfully small. I'm unsure how you think you can avoid ruling."

"We will just have everyone show up with their dicks covered, that should solve it." Yoongi had to laugh, because it was so much Ten, so much the devil child he had fallen in love with. So much the man who could drive him crazy. He moved a little closer, enough to be able to press against Ten, running a hand through his hair, down his back, over his ass. Then he slapped it, because he could do that too. "I don't want their love."

He only wanted Ten's.

"I never wanted it either. They smell and they're boring. People are boring. Tiny and insignificant." And he never pretended otherwise. He always told Yoongi what he thought of people. Not just the peasants but the rich too. No one was on his level, no one earned his respect. Well, except for one person. "I only ever wanted your love. I wanted you to want me. To need me. And you didn't."

And even now, he knew it was likely still true. He was the one tied up, horny and craving Yoongi's touch. Not the other way around. "I needed you."

"They needed me too." Was that too cocky a claim to make? Yoongi wasn't sure. He was sure someone else would have stepped up eventually, but would anyone else have been able to do it the way he had, with his unique insight into Ten's mind? Who knew. It didn't matter right now.

Yoongi slipped a finger between Ten's lips, a gentle touch, just to see what would happen. "I want your love."

Need, he didn't know. But he was certainly craving a lot right now. "And maybe your mouth around my dick."

Ten leaned towards Yoongi an licked against his fingers. They were salty from sweat and they weren't the best tasting but then, he supposed he should have expected as much. He opened his mouth wider now, more receptive as he got used to it, pulling Yoongi's fingers further into his mouth and sucking them lightly to make his point.

Pulling back, he smirked playfully at Yoongi. "You win the battle and you want to fuck right away. What a conquest. Aren't you having a good day?"

"I'd have fucked this morning too, but we both know you prefer being the one tied up." He just had to tease him and so he did, while grabbing Ten both by the hair and his hip, making him roll to the side and also forcing him to arch his neck, his back. Beautiful. The clothes in their current destroyed, dishevelled state? That alone would have been enough to turn him on, even if it hadn't been for everything else. He was definitely committing that image to memory. "You still want me, Ten. You always will. Need me and want me forever. I want that."

Maybe Ten needed him more than he needed Ten, but Ten had been the one ready to kill him and here Yoongi was, desperate to find a way they could live together. "Do you want my dick inside you?"

"I can't help it. You're supposed to be mine and be with me. I don't understand why you'd leave." Yes, he had explained and yes, he got it but no, he wasn't happy. Not at all. He felt very hard done by. There was understanding on a logic level and then on an emotional one and Ten still couldn't get past that particular road block.

Licking his lips, he leaned forward and nuzzled against his head, knowing that no one knew him like Yoongi. "I want you inside of me. Now."

"Maybe you'll get it. After you've done something for me, anyway." Yoongi felt that Ten hadn't earned him just giving in and he also knew that there was a twisted part of Ten that enjoyed not just being given into. He kissed his lips once and then he got up, dragging Ten with him by one arm. The man was so light, it wasn't any problem to drag him over to the throne.

"I realise this is a little ironic, given what I've just said about how I don't want the throne, but there's no other chair in here."

And, yes, of course he enjoyed the image of the now former king on his knees in front of him, sucking his dick. He had a twisted part too.

"I think you want to be on that throne more than you know." Ten pointed out playfully, smirking as he was pulled into position, trying to get his balance right so he didn't fall over. He knew what was happening, it wasn't hard to guess. He was the former king, proud and unstoppable, being broken down by a former lover who had defeated him.

And now was going to make him suck him off on the throne.

He had to admit, as far as revenge went, it was hot. He leaned forward and used his chin to feel his way around until he was able find Yoongi, propping his head against his thigh playfully. "Do you want me to be your loyal subject?"

Yoongi looked down at him as he ran his hand through his hair, gentle and loving with his touch, because he couldn't help himself. Couldn't help loving Ten, couldn't even make himself want to try and stop loving him. He leaned down so he could keep his voice low, because some things were better whispered. "I want to be your everything."

That was what he cared about, that absolute, when it came right down to it.

"Then take what you want from me. I'll happily give you anything." He may be about to be dethroned and potentially executed in the near future but he got this moment with Yoongi so really, who was the true loser here? Not him. Not by a long shot. "My mouth is yours to use, a royal blowjob. You lucky boy."

He grinned and leaned into the touch, soft and content. "Just take care of me. I don't want to be responsible again. For anything or anyone. Even me."

"You are mine, Ten. I take care of what's mine." Yoongi wasn't sure how reassuring that was, but he meant it, and he was also very sure that it likely didn't even matter what he said to Ten right now, because he knew his lover well, even blindfolded, he knew when he was in the kind of mood where he just had to use a certain tone of voice to drive him crazy.

So he said it and then moved him forward, watched as Ten started sucking his dick while he was seated on the throne. He wasn't much one for power fantasies, but it would be lying to say this didn't do anything for him.

Ten was always happy to let go of all responsibilities and escape into his own happy little headspace where he wasn't a king or in charge, just a contently dumb person who shouldn't have to think for himself. He wanted Yoongi to take control of him and own him, he wanted to belong to Yoongi. It was easier than trying to own Yoongi.

Choking on Yoongi's dick, he tried to take as much of it as he could and impressively, he almost managed to deep throat the whole thing before he pulled back. He made the most of their time together, trying to coax whatever noises he could from Yoongi. Any reaction was validation.

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