powerboys | You'll be back

"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.

Yoongi liked to be in control of himself, but he was quick to become undone right now. So much pent up emotion, so much stress. Such pain, physical and otherwise. There was a lot he wanted to let go of and so he was letting go, his hand tight in Ten's hair, his hips jerking, low moans coming from him right until he climaxed.

Then he simply moved off the throne, sitting on the ground by Ten and pulling him against himself, stroking his hair. He was breathing heavily and smirking a little. "You haven't earned a release yet, by the way."

"Seriously? God. It's so hard to be me today. You have no idea." Rolling his eyes, he nuzzled against Yoongi and kissed his neck, blindly trailing his lips around to catch as much of Yoongi as he could, wanting to appease him into playing nice. "Here I am, your loyal subject, and you can't even pay me back? Now who's being unfair."

Maybe with his crimes, he didn't deserve to be rewarded but he didn't want to consider that. He just wanted to have fun. "I'm a good boy, lemme come."

"It's a shame, but what can I do? I'm in too much pain to fuck you properly and I don't like the idea of you coming without it being me fucking you." Yoongi laughed, tightening his hold around Ten a little and hiding his face against his neck. "I'll-- I'll see how things will pan out. But my plan is for us to leave, as soon as I can get away. Just leave and be nobodies somewhere. You'll hate it, but you'll be mine."

And that was all he really wanted.

"Nobodies? Oh. Ew. It's going to be somewhere small and smelly, isn't it? Great. Poverty." Ten sighed and he knew he'd miss his perks and treats but he supposed he'd be with Yoongi and as far as consequences went for his reign, he was okay with it. He wanted to be with his love. "I'll have to cuddle up to you for warmth if I'm going to survive."

A good excuse for more contact. "Are you sure you'll be allowed to just leave with me? I believe they want my head on a stick."

"You don't get to be leader of a rebellion by asking politely, Ten. They'll respect my wishes." Or so he hoped. "Anyway, we might not tell them we are leaving. Not everyone, anyway. I'll leave Namjoon in charge. As soon as I can do that, we get going."

And he planned on travelling quite a bit, leave the country, find somewhere for just them. But he didn't have to detail that to Ten just yet, that had time. He didn't want to scare him off too much. Reaching up, he finally removed Ten's blindfold, simply because he wanted to see his eyes. "I can't believe you'd have beheaded me."

"Namjoon... Oh my God, is he the lanky guy with glasses? I spoke to him once. Heh. Namjoon is the leader. Woah. Good luck." He didn't think that'd go well at all. He giggled playfully as the blindfold came off and grinned up at his love. "They'll eat him alive, you know? You're really just going to throw him to the dogs like that? Tsk tsk."

Once his vision cleared up, he looked up at Yoongi and cocked his head to the side. "I can't believe I would have done it either... I think I just expected you to escape. And I was right. You did."

"You always expect me to handle everything, huh? It might not have worked. I wasn't so sure." Yoongi still remembered that uncertainty, the fear. Fear of dying, fear of surviving. Fear of having to kill Ten. "See, that's the issue. I already have you entirely too reliant on me, I'm not going to let this whole country do the same. Too much responsibility."

Namjoon could handle it. It wasn't as if he'd be alone. "I'm good at some things, but I'm no leader. Not unless I have no choice."

"Same." Ten smiled with almost a hint of mischievous pride. He was no leader and he had made that very clear. He had caused chaos, misery and started a rebellion against himself. And did he care much? Not any more. The burden was off his shoulders. He felt like he could live again and he didn't just have to be a king. Though power was fun, responsibility was not.

"I just wanted everyone to be nice to me. Why is life so hard?" With a pout, he leaned against Yoongi and kissed him lightly. "Why doesn't everyone just love me? It's so much easier."

"You are being ridiculous," Yoongi informed him, rolling his eyes, "I barely even know why I love you. It's an acquired taste, I'd say."

He reached for his knife and used it to cut through the fabric that connected Ten's feet and hands, then cut through what tied his ankles together too. "We will see if anyone tries to argue with me when I take you to my room."

He didn't imagine that anyone would. People were currently thinking of him as practically a saint and definitely a hero, which was part of why he wanted to remove himself from the equation as quickly as possible. "My friends don't like you much, but I guess that's mutual."

"Get less sucky friends and that won't be an issue." Ten suggested as he stretched his no longer bound arms and then reached out to touch his poor, ruined robes. Darn. They cost so much and they felt so nice. He was going to miss this outfit. "In future, can you harm my body and not my clothes? Thank you."

Slowly, he stood up and yeah, he felt kind of odd right now. This was his kingdom and yet, now it wasn't. He had no crown, no power, no future here. "... What do I do now? Show me."

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