"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."
"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."
"In future, your clothes are going to be worth a lot less." Yoongi looked at him for a few seconds, swallowing because of how attracted he really was to him like this. Then he shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over Ten's shoulders, smiling briefly. "Cross your hands in front. I'll have to have you tied up. And you'll say nothing. Let me handle things. Let me handle you."
"That's not fair. Why do I have to be a prisoner? If I submit willingly then I should be able to walk and talk?" Ten complained. He was not used to being the sort of boy who got told things or was made to do stuff he didn't want to. He was used to being coddled and told yes all the time. In fact, that was what he wanted right now. He wanted to be told he was allowed to act like he hadn't just been overthrown.
"Either you cross your hands in front of you and submit or I will tie your hands in the back and lead you around while you're gagged and blindfolded." Simple choice, Yoongi felt. "Believe me, I am very happy either way." Perhaps he even had a slight preference for the second option, but that was him thinking with his dick. And a little him considering the likelihood of Ten actually shutting the fuck up when he needed to.
"I don't know why you have to be so cruel all the damn time." He stuck his hands out and glared at Yoongi, clearly not about to actually shut up and behave because since when did he ever do that? He couldn't help himself. "Are you going to tell them we fucked? Like ever? Will you tell that Namjoon idiot? I mean, he must know. Right? I think everyone kind of knows. We have a vibe."
"I don't know if they know. Doubt it with some of them. Unsure with some others. Either way, it doesn't matter. They know that they needed me for all of this and I didn't lead them astray." Yoongi tied Ten's hands securely, then grabbed him by the arm and walked toward the door. "Also, Namjoon isn't an idiot."
Mostly. He pushed the door open, not surprised to see people standing there. None of them were that important though, so while he nodded at them, he didn't say anything directly to them. "I'll take my old room. Or did you burn that down?"
"I wrecked it quite a lot. Let's go to my room, it's way nicer. It's got the best sheets and the best mattress. Your mattress is really uncomfortable. It's just hay, I think. Who sleeps in hay? Urgh." Ten rolled his eyes and then tried to turn around and playfully kiss Yoongi because he didn't like feeling like a prisoner, it hurt his ego a lot. He liked being a lover, not -- whatever this was.
"There's also some nice rooms on the top floor. Take your pick. We can fuck anywhere."
"Uh-huh. I guess we can take your room. It's big." And it would make some sense, leader of the rebellion taking over the king's room. He avoided the kiss and shoved Ten away a little, still holding on to his arm and using that grip to tug him along. "I need to find Namjoon..."
He muttered it, more to himself than anything, but then he called out to the men. "Where's Namjoon? I need to talk to him. Or Jungkook, Jimin. Someone."
"Namjoon is outside handling the prisoners, I think Jimin is searching the rooms and I don't know where Jungkook is. Sorry."
"Searching for what? ... He better not disturb my snakes." Ten didn't like that idea. He didn't want people wondering around his home. How dare they, honestly. "Keep your men out of my room, would you? It's very disrespectful." He knew the guards were giving him a look but he couldn't help but be critical. This was his home.
"Shut the fuck up," Yoongi told him kindly, before dragging him along further and heading outside. He didn't much like the idea of outside, made his heart beat faster again, but he knew he would have to deal. He spotted Hoseok first, who gave him a nod, a smile and a wave, before looking at Ten and smiling a bit wider.
All right, so one of his friends might know. "Where's Namjoon?"
"He's talking over there." Hobi gestured vaguely, then called out. "Joonie?! Yoongi-hyung wants you."
"What?!" Namjoon turned and looked back before saying some final words to the men he was talking to and hurrying over to Yoongi, bowing to his hyung. "Yoongi-hyung, sorry for the delay. All the prisoners have been released."
"All of them? Some of them sucked, you know?" Ten just wanted to point that out. Yeah, they were all political prisoners but they were jerks too. One of them threw food at him so clearly he needed his head removed.
"Uh... what did you need, hyung?" Namjoon gave Ten a confused look, mostly wondering why Ten was still with Yoongi and not in a cell or something. Or dead.
"Less of an audience." He definitely needed that. The weight of everyone's attention on him was already getting on his nerves, making his heart race. He started walking, leading Ten along and hoping that Namjoon - and Hobi, apparently - would know to just follow.
"You didn't kill him," Hoseok pointed out.
Yoongi shrugged. "It wasn't necessary. I'll take care of him, his power is broken."
"I'll get someone to disperse the crowd. It's hard to get rid of them, they're excited. We're finally free." And that was a cause for celebration, people wanted to be a part of this moment but if Yoongi wanted them gone, he would try. He passed the message on to the guards as he walked by, rushing to catch up.
"Celebrating? People are so ungrateful." Ten looked back at Hobi and winked at him, cruel and mocking. "I'm too pretty to kill."
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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."
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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.
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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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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."
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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."
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And that was all he really wanted.
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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."
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"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."
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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."
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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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Mostly. He pushed the door open, not surprised to see people standing there. None of them were that important though, so while he nodded at them, he didn't say anything directly to them. "I'll take my old room. Or did you burn that down?"
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"There's also some nice rooms on the top floor. Take your pick. We can fuck anywhere."
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He muttered it, more to himself than anything, but then he called out to the men. "Where's Namjoon? I need to talk to him. Or Jungkook, Jimin. Someone."
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"Searching for what? ... He better not disturb my snakes." Ten didn't like that idea. He didn't want people wondering around his home. How dare they, honestly. "Keep your men out of my room, would you? It's very disrespectful." He knew the guards were giving him a look but he couldn't help but be critical. This was his home.
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All right, so one of his friends might know. "Where's Namjoon?"
"He's talking over there." Hobi gestured vaguely, then called out. "Joonie?! Yoongi-hyung wants you."
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"All of them? Some of them sucked, you know?" Ten just wanted to point that out. Yeah, they were all political prisoners but they were jerks too. One of them threw food at him so clearly he needed his head removed.
"Uh... what did you need, hyung?" Namjoon gave Ten a confused look, mostly wondering why Ten was still with Yoongi and not in a cell or something. Or dead.
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"You didn't kill him," Hoseok pointed out.
Yoongi shrugged. "It wasn't necessary. I'll take care of him, his power is broken."
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"Celebrating? People are so ungrateful." Ten looked back at Hobi and winked at him, cruel and mocking. "I'm too pretty to kill."
He was just saying.
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