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[ The Spoiled Prince ] [ The whore that stood out ] [ !!! ]

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“But who says this doesn’t give me pleasure?” The halfblood tilted his head in order to feign innocence, though the look in his eyes was all but that – amused, playful, wanton. A hum escaped his throat, the sound just shy of a moan, as he pressed a kiss to the soft skin below Min Jun’s navel. “I want to taste you,” he added in a whisper, eyes slipping shut for a moment though they opened as soon as the prince spoke again, and there was something in his impatience that made the deep brown orbs burn with renewed lust. Jaejoong liked this side of the other, he realized, but wasted no time in following the order. Not, that he could have kept teasing Min Jun much longer than this.

A smile grazed over his lips before they parted, tongue slowly tracing the underside of Min Jun’s member, but this time he didn’t stop and instead allowed himself to wrap his mouth around the tip. Usually he would have put on a show, making sure that his temporary master had a good view of plump lips stretched around their erection, but Min Jun was so much more than just that – more than a shallow service of pleasure – and so he didn’t even try to hide the satisfied moan escaping his throat as he let the other’s length slip a little deeper into his mouth. He enjoyed this, and he wanted Min Jun to know exactly how much. Jaejoong took pride in how it hadn’t taken long to get the other hard again, but his eyes were still focused on Min Jun’s face; mindful to gauge his reaction, because of how sensitive the other still was.

His tongue teased along the crown of his cock, dipping into the slit and despite shamelessly indulging in his own enjoyment of this rather than catering towards the prince’s visual pleasure, the halfblood knew how he looked as his cheeks hollowed before he began to move. Head bobbing, Jaejoong pulled back until just the tip remained in his mouth and then slid back down halfway on the other’s member, not yet allowing him to brush all the way against the back of his throat. His hands had taken a hold of Min Jun’s hips to keep them steady, but now his fingers twitched, threatening to slip because the halfblood wanted nothing more than to reach for his own aching length, to touch himself while he sucked the other off – but he had always been good at denying himself his own needs.

And so when he moved, it was simply to hook Min Jun’s thighs over his shoulders, before said hand reached for the prince’s and placed it against the side of his head in encouragement to grab his hair, guide him. Brown eyes were hooded, glazed over with lust and need for the night elf, as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and moved them in time with his head; another deep moan rising from his throat so genuinely that it would have been impossible to fake. And that was perhaps the most surprising thing, was it not? Just how much Jaejoong enjoyed this, how much he wanted to pleasure the other and how much something tugged on his heart when he looked at him; needing him but also needing his approval, his understanding of how the halfblood cared for him. Perhaps even his love.

But it was easier to focus on the other’s taste on his tongue than on the feeling he left in Jaejoong’s chest; easier to want this than to want the prince’s heart even though part of him knew already that he’d long passed the moment of return. His fingers dug into the night elf’s thighs, leaving dark crescents against the grey skin but when he finally slid down to take him in all the way, tip brushing against the back of his throat, he finally allowed his eyes to flutter shut. The expression on his face showed how much he enjoyed this, pushing down just a little further until his throat strained against the reflex to gag and he had to pull away again; releasing Min Jun’s erection from his mouth with a filthy, wet sound. This time, the small grin on his lips looked just as wrecked as his voice sounded moments later.

“Do you think you’ve learned something, caun-nin?” Unable to keep away for long, his mouth brushed against the base of his cock before slipping lower to tease his balls with a playful lick of Jaejoong’s tongue; eyes once more resting on that beautiful, beautiful face. “Or would you like me to do that again?”

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Sin. Sinners. This was amazing and awful at the same time, from the tone of Jaejoong’s voice to the way he took Min Jun into his mouth. Making the elf arch his back and let out the smallest sounds. He had wanted this for so long and to experience it was like he was dreaming only ten times better. The heat and the moist mouth, tongue against his sensitive slit. The elf did not know what to do with himself as he pressed one hand against his face, hiding his face as lips parted in silent moans until Jaejoong lead his hand to his locks of hair and the prince barely pressed as he guided Jaejoong onto his member. 

His feet hanging in the air as his thighs touched the shoulders of the beautiful, beautiful male. His ears twitching at the sounds that came from the other elf and he slowly removed his hands to look at Jaejoong, making small sounds at the expression of the other. And Goddess he loved him so. Member twitching when it was touched by cold air again and Min Jun swallowing. “I learned-” He mumbled weakly as he stared at the male taking him again and then wincing, he was so sensitive. Pulling away from Jaejoong and sitting up as he, unsure, reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind the other’s ear. Biting the tip of his tongue before sitting a little closer. “Let me..." he mumbled before leaning in and kissing Jaejoong again, shyness returning as he pressed into the kiss. His member standing up, hardened and the tip darkened from all the blood that rushed to it. 

One hand wandered down and touched Jaejoong, first through the layers of fabric before the hand, very slowly, reached inside the pants of the male. Wrapping his hands around the member, soft digits touching the hot skin as they moved very slowly before Min Jun pulled away from the kiss. looking at Jaejoong through his lashes as he pulled the pants down, just enough to free the other’s erection. 

He was nervous, of course he was, but he thought even this was beautiful. How awful was he and how much did he sound like one of those romance novels as he thought about this, watching his own hand moving now and listening to the breathing of the other male. He swallowed and pushed some of his hair away from his hair before leaning in and giving a very experimental lick over Jaejoong’s tip. Salty and tasting strange but not bad, he let out a trembling breath before parting his lips and taking the tip inside of his mouth. Breathing out as he slowly took in a little more of Jaejoong, One hand on the bed, giving him some stability and the other hand holding the erection as he moved his head very slowly up and down. Shyly rubbing his tongue against the base of the other’s member and letting out a small moan against the hot flesh. 

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|| A bed of roses and other nonsense

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mistadjae:

He loved to watch how Min Jun fell apart. How his moans, deep and needy, became the only sound his lips were able to form and it only encouraged him to quicken the pace of his hand a little more. It almost felt as if they weren’t in the prince’s chambers but some hallway in the palace, overwhelmed by lust as the halfblood got him off quick and dirty without even removing his pants and the visual had him groaning softly; lips pressing a kiss to the corner of Min Jun’s mouth before he pulled away and their eyes met again. Later, Jaejoong would wonder just how much of his desire for the prince he’d seen in his gaze and how much that look was responsible for the way his back arched seconds later; strong hands pulling him in for the younger to smile against the soft, heartshaped lips that kissed him while moaning into his mouth.

His hand kept moving, stroking the other through his orgasm and every twitch of his erection that made the halfblood wish even harder he could remove the annoying fabric altogether; expose him to his lips and his tongue, oh he wouldn’t waste a drop. But a playful, wanton bite to Min Jun’s bottom lip had to suffice before he allowed the prince to fall back against the pillows and slowly removed his fingers; the smile still playing around the corner’s of his mouth, equal parts satisfied and resembling the cat who was about to devour its prey. Except when the other spoke again, he momentarily took those intentions right out of him; like he reached into his chest and touched something far below his skin, something Jaejoong usually kept carefully locked away. All because of a few whispered, breathless words that sounded so sincere and so hot at the same time, he truly had to blame all this time without sex for screwing with his head.

This time he was the one unable to respond right away, lips parting but only a breath of air rushed past them as the prince reached out to touch him through the fabric of his pants. They were sitting centimeters apart from each other, so close that he could feel Min Jun’s words on his skin, branded right into him, and for a moment – just a precious moment – Jaejoong allowed himself to simply take. To not move and let his eyes slip shut, as he felt the other kiss his neck; as fingers tightened around his own hard member and drew a quiet gasp from his throat and it was so inexperienced but so perfect. The prince’s words were sinful and the fact that he would usually blush saying them only made the picture better in his mind, knowing exactly how gorgeous they would look together but craving how it might feel. And he wanted it all tonight. To push Min Jun onto his back, undress him and let his tongue work him back to full hardness until he was moaning his name; he wanted to have him, feel his lips around him, fuck him right into his bed, but–

Screw being on his best behavior.

He swallowed the first whisper of ‘not tonight’ on his lips as he shifted, a small grin ghosting over his lips and it promised nothing good but everything wicked as he pushed the other back into the sheets. “I want to do this first.” While pressing a kiss to Min Jun’s bare stomach, he hooked two fingers into the waistband of his pants and slowly began pulling them down his thighs; careful not to let the fabric overstimulate the other while he was still sensitive – and yet that very sensitivity would be his downfall as Jaejoong’s lips moved down to press a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “Is this alright?” He asked, voice low and still rough with desire; a hum following as his tongue caught a few drops of pearly white on grey skin. “The mess you made .. I want to teach you really badly, and you see, prince–” Another teasing lick, this time to the other thigh and Jaejoong dragged it all the way up until he nearly touched the base of his member. Only then, his eyes flickered back up to meet the pair of black ones.

“I believe in a physical approach to teaching. Memory,” he let his breath rush over the other’s length before pressing a kiss just below the tip, “makes experience.” The halfblood’s fingers closed around him again, without any fabric separating them this time, but simply let his thumb run along the shaft while kissing and caressing his stomach until his lips hovered just above the tip of his member. “Do you still wish to learn, my lord?”

It all went good right until that one moment where Min Jun saw the other grin and his large black eyes laid on the other innocently only to feel lips against his stomach and then feel Jaejoong’s fingers pull his pants down and he just stared at the other. He felt exposed and he inhaled sharply, he wanted to say that it was not alright at all and he swallowed before another moan escaped and he threw his head back, the other was evil in pure form.

Lips touched him, touched his member and the prince’s toes curled and he wanted to close his legs but then there was Jaejoong and instead he reasted the long grey limbs against the halfblood ad he made several whining sounds. His member hardened again, traitor. He was so sensitive still and his whole being craved this, he had wanted this for so long yet it moved too quick. 

The prince, however, looked up and bit his lower lip “How can I say no?” Not when Jaejoong was hovering over his member and he was aroused beyond compare. “But I wanted to give you pleasure not you pleasuring me again.” His member twitched, he moaned again and looked at Jaejoong through half lidded eyes. Oh, he loved him so and Jaejoong wanted this. “Fuck this-” he mumbled “You can do what you want with me. Just- don’t tease me like this. God, please just fucking do something.” There was a string of irritation in his voice coming from his previous reservations and he bucked his hips up a little. 

“Show me.” He demanded “So I can give you pleasure as well-”

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mistadjae:

Tell me what you want to do to me. 

The words sounded as tempting as the moans and sighs which kept spilling from the prince’s lips more and more freely, sent shivers down Jaejoong’s spine and ultimately granted him permission to breach one of the last safe barriers between them; something he hadn’t expected to do tonight. But then again, there were many things he had not thought to see. For a moment he couldn’t help the thought that Min Jun looked like one of the deities in the light elven realms with his hair framing his face and his skin shimmering in the fire of candles. But the night elf wasn’t carved from marble and alabaster – he was onyx made flesh, smooth and soft and strong in all the right ways; he was alive and yet Jaejoong craved to worship him, with his touch, his lips and his words, like one might dedicate themselves to those ancient gods.

Another kiss broke his thoughts, needy and deep while their hips moved together in a more and more seamless rhythm. Jaejoong was vaguely aware of how they would not be able to keep this up for long, even before the prince bucked up against him and words of love rushed against his mouth; having his lips part slightly as if to taste them on his tongue while brown eyes slipped shut. He could not say them back, not yet, but while part of him still wanted to tense at the knowledge (and every implication it brought with him, a prince falling for someone like him) an even larger part secretly and desperately hoped for it to be true. Gasping softly as Min Jun’s hand brushed over his clothed erection he almost moved to cup the other’s fingers with his own, had the younger not replaced them with another impatient arch of his hips just second later. And Jaejoong all too eagerly complied.

“I want you to fall apart for me,” he whispered against Min Jun’s neck, tongue tracing over the grey skin and tasting salt. “Oh, the time I would take with you – pinning you down like this, while I let my mouth and my hands find every spot that makes your body writhe and tremble. I wonder how much it takes before you unravel .. before all that tension and thinking drains under my lips and you can only feel.” His hips had stopped their slow but insistent rhythm of grinding into the prince in favor of keeping them connected, both denying him the friction as well as letting him feel exactly how aroused the halfblood was. “You would be so hard before I even undo your pants, never touching you the way you want because I’m far more curious how sensitive you are .. if I can get you to moan my name when I kiss up your thigh; leave hickeys for the maids to find the next morning, so that they see exactly who claimed you last night.”

While speaking, Jaejoong’s hand reached down between them just like the night elf’s had before, mirroring the touch against his pants as he wrapped his fingers around him through the fabric. The material was soft and lenient but didn’t allow him a proper grasp of course; just enough to stroke him and provide far more friction, far more control, than his hips. But given how Min Jun moaned and arched against him, the halfblood had no doubt that it would push him closer to the edge. “And then,” he continued, voice rough with need as he denied himself his own pleasure, “when you’re begging for me to touch you, I’d put my lips on you. I’d let you fuck my mouth if that’s what you want – you’re so big,” a light moan weaved into his words, lips by now so close to Min Jun’s that each syllable almost kissed him, “but I can take it; get you nice and wet and moaning for more, because I want to know so bad how you’ll feel inside me.”

Despite his inner voice screaming in frustration and need, Jaejoong moved to straddle the younger’s hips without ever stopping the agonizingly slow strokes of his hand. He would have reached into his pants, gotten him off quick and dirty like he knew he could with Min Jun so close already, but he wanted to draw this out; to let him know exactly what desires the halfblood held in his heart and how he would treat him. The night elf had asked for nothing less and a royal order, after all, had to be obeyed. “I’ll get on top of you like this,” a small grin ghosted over his lips; wicked and filled with lust, “and let you watch as I prepare myself for you. And I’d adore that gorgeous blush on your cheeks, the way your body squirms beneath me, because I’d go slow, give you a show until I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to ride you,” Jaejoong’s voice switched purposely from what if’s and maybe’s into concrete words, promises that he would fulfill and if it was the last thing he did.

“Get myself off just from the way you make me feel so full, all hot and tight for you while I drink the moans from your lips and even the guards outside will know who is giving you pleasure.” Bending down a little further, his lips closed once more around the younger’s nipple, sucking and licking over the sensitive nub before switching to the other – Jaejoong’s own breathing had sped up, shallow and fast and laced with quiet moans as it took all of his willpower not to follow his own words right here and now. “Would you like that, Min Jun?” Without lifting his mouth away from the other’s skin further than necessary to speak, brown eyes flickered back up to observe the prince’s face; the motions of his hand faster, determined to get him off. “Watch me come just from the way you make me feel, when I make love to you?”

It was more than anything Min Jun had anticipated to do tonight, much more. Yet while he had felt reluctant and shy now every doubt in his mind was clouded by lust and the intense feeling of having Jaejoong so close, so intimate with him. The words that rippled over Jaejoong’s perfect lips had the other enchanted, as if he was under a spell cast by the halfblood. 

The prince imagined it, as the words slipped over lips he saw what the other male was painting with words. How they would move, how Min Jun would tremble under the touch of the experienced male. That he had been a whore never a good thing until that moment as he touched the night elf with such experienced movements. He wanted the other to mark him, the need to be claimed never so strong. This was no book; no fairy tale story but reality. 

As Jaejoong started touching him Min Jun lost his grasp on reality, moaning weakly as the mention of fucking Jaejoong’s mouth gave him a shiver, hands grabbing Jaejoong’s shoulders and fingertips digging into the light skin as he could almost feel the other’s lips around him, hot and moist. Strong movements and that tongue- oh that tongue. The prince was so close as his toes curled and his member twitched under Jaejoong’s touches. Eyes fluttered open and as he was breathing through his mouth and drops of sweat started to appear he gazed at the other. Not speaking as the only sounds that left him where deep moans. He wanted everything and more, he wanted Jaejoong in every possible way and then the other way around. Everything he had read about in every stupid romance novel. 

He couldn’t answer Jaejoong as he asked whether he wanted that because the moment Min Jun caught his gaze again he felt himself explode. Better than any orgasm he had before at his own hand. pushing back into the mattress as he let out a primal moan, deep and pure. without holding back as he grabbed the other’s neck and kissed him. Pushing his hips against the other’s hand as his body tingled and his erection twitched. Lips desperate before he lost the ability to breathe and fell back onto the bed. Blushing, sweaty and breathing heavily as he tried to form words. 

“I want all of you.” He whispered “And I want all of that” The elf paused, still trying to catch his breathe and blushing. A shy gaze returning to his features as he realized what just happened and then, as his big dark eyes wandered down over Jaejoong’s body, biting his bottomlip. He sat up and swallowed, unsure and uneasy as he reached out for Jaejoong. Touching hesitantly as he tried to mimic what Jaejoong had done. 

“Teach me.” He whispered and in the haze of the orgasm still tingling through his body he leaned in and whispered “I want all of you.” His hand grabbing a little firmer through the fabrics as he moved it. “I don’t only want you to ride me, I also want you to ride me. To take me and to have me, I want it all.” He kissed the other’s cheek softly, hiding his face against the other’s neck as he continued, voice shy but determined. “I want you to teach me how to suck you off, I want to taste you and make you feel so good. Have you pull my hair as I do everything to you that you taught me.” He looked up “I might not be good enough yet, but will you let me?” He bit his lower lip again as he, shyly, let his thumb graze over what he thought to be the other’s tip underneath the fabrics. “Jaejoong- Ëlwe.. what can I do to make you orgasm for me now?”

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He wanted to watch him for an eternity. The prince had always been beautiful, but somehow Jaejoong felt as if he never appreciated just how much up until he laid so close to him, feeling every breath shared in the small space between them and seeing every flicker and shift of emotion in pitch-black orbs. He anticipated the kiss mere seconds before Min Jun leaned in; lips curving into a smile as they welcomed the heart-shaped, soft pair pressing against them. Perhaps he was acting selfish for encouraging the night elf into something he really wanted to do and which just so happened to be the easiest offer to make him – and he gave Min Jun complete control over the kiss, allowing him to explore and grow more secure as he simply returned the first tentative kisses.

When Min Jun’s teeth caught on his bottom lip and his tongue brushed against his own, the prince wasn’t the only one to moan softly; the halfblood’s hand finally reaching up to brush against his neck and cup his cheek, unable to – literally – keep his hands off the younger for one more second. He could feel his body react to Min Jun’s mere presence, how intoxicating it was to taste him, sense him, hear his voice rise and fall under the sweetest, most addictive sounds. And still Jaejoong almost pulled back when the prince pressed against him, fully (painfully) aware of his half-hard member straining against the confines of his own pants. For a moment he paused, a split second in which his heart seemed to catch in his throat, because he was so certain that Min Jun would withdraw; that it was too much, too soon, even though the feeling of his thigh half-slipping between his own legs was heavenly and Jaejoong hated the thought of stopping – but found himself all the more surprised, when the other simply pressed further up against him.

He wanted the contact. And that was an acceptance, which the halfblood had not known he needed – or how much relief it would bring – until it was given to him. Encouraged by the bold move, his hand moved to slide down Min Jun’s chest and settle against the curve of his waist, and the contrast between soft skin and strong muscle felt perfect beneath his touch. Truly, how lucky and how insane this was; that a mere halfblood slave like him would be the first to touch this stunning, wonderful male, who could have the entire realm at his feet if he wished to. The kiss deepened, greedy and eager for more, and Jaejoong encouraged the near frantic shift in the prince’s behavior by arching his own hips against him. While the friction was not nearly enough, it only made him crave the other even harder – especially when another moan slipped past Min Jun’s lips.

And he has no idea what he does to me. 

The thought passed by his brain in the same second in which the other opened his mouth as if to prove his point, the shy question bringing another smile to Jaejoong’s lips before he bit down on the bottom one and couldn’t help but cross the distance to kiss him again. “It is,” was the whisper right against his lips, punctuated by another kiss and a third one to the underside of his jaw. Min Jun’s eagerness tempted him to be daring, and so the halfblood acted before he could second-guess or ask for permission by shifting to roll on top of him; one hand finding the prince’s to link their fingers together and keep them pinned against the mattress. “It is more than nice,” he now added, another small grin ghosting over his lips in the same way they ghosted over Min Jun’s neck. The other smelled like roses, faintly of the soft oil Jaejoong had applied to his skin this morning and of something so familiar and good that he couldn’t hold back a soft sigh. At the same time his hips rolled down against the night elf’s in a more experienced, but also more insistent, needy motion that brought them flush together and the sigh ebbed into a shameless moan.

By now he was completely hard himself and even though he wanted nothing more than to get the restrictive fabric between them off, that was a barrier he wouldn’t make the first step to cross. Not tonight. He wanted to see Min Jun fall apart and when he repeated the movement, his everything gave his intention away – the look in his eyes as they locked with black orbs, filled with desire but also an affection that ran deeper than Jaejoong tried to make it seem; the rush of his breath as he arched into him and felt a shiver ripple down his spine. “So don’t hold back,” his voice suggested; hoarse and deep. “Let me make you come undone ..”

Let me be the first to show you. He didn’t say, or even dare to think, how he wanted to be so deeply engraved in Min Jun’s mind that the other would never forget him. That he would, forever and no matter what the next centuries might bring after him, be the special one this memory belonged to.

As the sounds escaped Jaejoong, Min Jun’s body reacted to it. He made Jaejoong moan again, this time not in a distant city, intoxicated and stupid but right here on Jaejoong’s bed in a sea of roses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to let go a little, how could it if it all felt so good? The prince couldn’t help but to kiss him more, trying to convey how he felt through the liplock. Trying to make Jaejoong feel the same that he felt, the deep feeling of love and the trust he put within the other right now. Trusting him to not reject him because he was too inexperienced and trusting him to not use him for personal gain whether it was a sexual gain or one of a more royal kind. 

A gasp escaped him when the halfblood pushed him over, Jaejoong overpowering him as he hovered above him and Min Jun gulped. Looking up as his long black hair fell over his shoulders and framed his face perfectly. Dark, big eyes looking up in wonder and arousal but not rejecting the movement. His fingers locking with those of Jaejoong and closing around the other’s hand, holding him as his chest moved up and down quickly, stopping when Jaejoong spoke and moved. Making him hold his breath before a moan escaped him. Louder than before, more honest than before. A deep, pure moan that rolled over his heart-shaped lips as his back arched. 

He wanted this, he wanted him and just feeling Jaejoong hard against him made the elf shiver. He nodded as Jaejoong told him to not hold back and daring moved his hips up. His eyes closing as he felt their groins brush and biting his bottomlip before he pulled Jaejoong closer. “Tell me what you want to do to me.” he whispered “Tell me what you would do... will do to me next time.” He needed not much more but the memories of Jaejoong describing the pirate story came up in his memories as he pushed his hips up again. Moaning against Jaejoong’s cheek as he lost his sense of shame and let the other know how much he wanted this, how much he wanted him. 

Never before had Min Jun shared this with anyone else, it felt intimate even if the lust was stronger than love. He grabbed Jaejoong’s face, pulling his hand free and kissing him deeply, noses clashing but ignoring it as he pressed in, only to pull away when he needed air and inhaling sharply against Jaejoong’s lips. “I love you, I am sorry but I love you so much.” he whimpered, a hand reaching down as he brushed against himself and groaned before the hand brushed against Jaejoong through the fabrics. Hand trembling as he pulled away again and pushed his body against that of Jaejoong again. “I need to-” it was just a whisper but the desperation in his tone of voice made clear what he needed. 

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The reaction was instinctual, instant. Jaejoong hardly noticed how his hands strengthened their hold on the prince’s waist when he heard him moan, too caught up in the raw and deep sound of which he wanted so much more. Their hips met in a mutual arch, the feeling of Min Jun’s hardened length against his thigh encouraging the halfblood to ever-so-lightly graze his teeth over the clearly sensitive area – but seconds later the other was suddenly gone; distance, a backwards motion, and then large, black eyes staring at him in what Jaejoong could only interpret as both fear and desire. Had he done something wrong? He tilted his head lightly, already debating on whether he’d, once again, gone too far or not, until a quiet voice reached his ears. Barely more than a whisper, as it made so very clear what had startled the elder into moving away.

Repressing both a sigh and the temptation to let his eyes wander down to where Min Jun crossed his legs and tried rather badly to hide his arousal, Jaejoong opted for a soft smile. “Relax,” he kept his voice calm, even if it sounded a tad more hoarse than usual. “And then you just tell me what you want to do.” A sideways dip of his head accompanied his short pause. “Or not do,” the halfblood finished and it was obvious that he meant it – his own lust for the prince aside, his consent was and always had been far more important. While he let the words sink in, he moved to sit up on his knees; thighs now half framing Min Jun’s legs without actually touching his lap as his hands cupped the other’s cheeks once more.

A kiss whispered against his lips, a soft “Is this alright?” testing out boundaries as to not drive the other away any further. When he received a blush but no immediate resistance, Jaejoong took it as permission to thread his fingers into long, dark hair flowing over the prince’s shoulders and to kiss him again; still soft, but undeniably filled with more desire this time. It had been long, too long, since he genuinely wanted someone like this and the feeling overwhelmed the best parts of him; less as if he relived a new experience all over, but rather embraced a long forgotten thrill, a certain spark that the other ignited just by being close to him. Perhaps because he was so innocent, fumbling and insecure and utterly blind to his own beauty.

Moving to stand up again, he pulled Min Jun along with him by wrapping an arm around his waist first; yet barely gave him time to react in either a good or a bad fashion before guiding him back onto the soft bed. It wasn’t sexual in the way Jaejoong could have made it, although he couldn’t resist to hook his hands against the back of the prince’s thighs as he laid him down; his own body shifting to rest on his side next to him instead of resuming the search for any friction he could get. Like this, they were on the same eye level and yet only touching if they reached out for each other; bodies separated by a distance so small that he could still feel Min Jun’s breath on his lips. Twirling one strand of dark hair around his finger, Jaejoong tucked it behind his ear; gaze following the motion before it flickered back towards the other’s lips and then pitch-black orbs so close in front of him.

“I told you just now, didn’t I?” His voice drifted in a deep, lazy murmur into the room while his fingertips trailed slowly down over the prince’s chest; dipping into the hollow of his collarbones, following the lines of muscle hidden beneath grey skin and eventually circling his navel. “Not a trader at the docks that you have to please, so whatever you want to do, I’ll be more than happy to indulge you in, my prince. However far that goes.” At the last words, he allowed his touch to travel lower and graze against the seam of Min Jun’s pants; careful not to move underneath the fabric or overstep that invisible boundary in any way. It was a suggestion, an obvious nudge towards the barely concealed erection but even while the halfblood loved to imagine how he might feel under his touch, on his tongue, he forced himself to let his fingers graze up across Min Jun’s hipbone to settle on his waist instead.

Another smile flickered across his own plump lips. “And if you don’t know where to start,” Jaejoong added in a whisper, chin tilting up slightly to close the distance between them until he could feel the phantom brush of Min Jun’s skin against his lips, “I really enjoy kissing you.”

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Distance was good; it allowed the elf to breathe where the halfblood had taken his breath away. Yet it also made him crave more, feeling cold and empty where he had been warm and full, full of the other’s scent, his energy, his warmth. Jaejoong closed in again and Min Jun pressed against the bed as if he wanted to escape when all he needed was to be close. “I can’t relax...” he mumbled, biting his lower lip in thought. 

Nodding when Jaejoong asked if it was alright, kissing back weakly, still insecure but standing up when the other pulled him to his feet. Closing his eyes for a moment as Jaejoong said he was not a trader, yet Min Jun wanted to take care of the other. Give him what he so obviously craved, or at least give him a part of the thing he needed. His breathing stopped when Jaejoong touched so low and eyes shot open, swallowing as the thought of Jaejoong touching him in such a way made his member twitch under the layers of fabric. 

Kissing him, that was something he could do. Min Jun swallowed and slowly reached out, touching the other’s cheeks before slipping his fingers around the back of Jaejoong’s neck and leaning in. Pressing his grey lips against the soft ones of the halfblood. He trembled slightly as he pressed in and as his lips moved slowly and even nibbled on the other’s lower lip. slipping his tongue inside as he, obviously inexperienced, kissed him. Yet the prince moaned and the tremble disappeared as he moved towards the other. Pressing their bodies together and not pulling away when he felt the other through the layers of fabric. 

Min Jun pressed in harder, needy and trying so hard to be good at what he did. hands grasping into Jaejoong’s hair as he moved his hips a little and moaned at the little friction. As it happened again he pulled away a little, blushing a deep shade of grey. “If... I think I’ll come undone from just this.” he laughed a little embarrassed as he let his fingertips slip over Jaejoong’s nipples and looked up shyly. “Is this nice for you as well, Jaejoong?” he knew this was barely enough for the other, but perhaps he enjoyed it as well. 

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|| A bed of roses and other nonsense

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Intimacy had always been a warped concept for the halfblood. He found it, or so he discovered, in the strangest of places and usually where he wasn’t expecting it – a lingering, chaste touch of someone taking his hand, hushed secrets whispered into the small space between two bodies, and sometimes, sometimes, it was the the tremble in someone’s fingertips as they parted the fabric of his shirt. Truth be told, Jaejoong had not expected the other to be so daring. A blush, yes, but not the determined nod that followed moments before the prince already worked with such concentration on the buttons. Of course the halfblood let him – surprise aside, he was highly pleased by this sudden shift and made no attempt to protest as his wine glass was taken away either; set down in some corner of the room that did not matter right now.

The sound of Min Jun breathing, the whisper of his shirt as it fell away from his shoulders and the rustle of cushions shifting under the other’s movements all echoed loudly in the silence between them; emphasizing an atmosphere, which the halfblood found extremely thrilling. And Min Jun’s fingertips were so warm. Pleasant and comforting, prompting Jaejoong’s gaze to briefly dip down and follow the path Min Jun’s hands took in their slow roaming across his chest; invisible flames left in their wake. When the light touch brushed over his nipples, it caused a hitch in the halfblood’s breath – one he quickly masked, eyes flickering back up to the prince’s face just in time to see him lean in. Seeing the other so daring was new and exciting in ways which left Jaejoong to wonder how far he would go; whether he would ignite this low burn in the pit of his stomach and then leave him be, or actually dare to do more than just look.

And Min Jun did not disappoint. When his lips first brushed against the servant’s neck, he couldn’t help the way his eyes slipped shut almost immediately. Hands, which had rested idly next to his body up until then, found their place to each side of Min Jun’s hips – and oh, the feeling of lips and tongue working a mark against his skin had a soft moan rising up from his throat; half in surprise, half in sheer pleasure. His fingers curled into the other’s side, not used to simply receiving without the immediate need to give it back tenfold and yet Jaejoong knew that he would only end up scaring Min Jun away if he moved too forcefully right now. It fascinated him, how someone could be so delicate like porcelain and yet strong; easily withstanding the grasp of the halfblood’s hands as he hitched him up a little further on his lap and let his head arch to the side to bare more of his neck.

Even the weight of the prince’s body felt perfect on top of him. Inexperienced as he may be, his determination made up for everything and more; coupled with the fact that Jaejoong had dreamed about feeling him like this for weeks and months now. It would have taken a miracle to make him want to stop. Subconsciously, the servant’s chin tilted up a little as soon as he lost Min Jun’s lips on his skin, kissing air in a futile attempt to chase him because the prince wasn’t going anywhere, faces so close that he filled out his vision completely. And what the other asked of him by baring his own neck, that look in his eyes, so eager and certain of what he wanted, was something Jaejoong did not need to be invited to twice. His lips parted as he allowed the tip of his nose to brush along the elder’s first, chasing butterfly kisses along the corner of his mouth and finally over his lips before sealing them; the kiss deep and sensual.

He took his time too, playing with the notion of not giving Min Jun what he wanted and letting him crave it a bit longer first, but in truth the sweet taste of the prince’s mouth was a far more compelling argument. Deep brown eyes harbored a spark which had not been there before when Jaejoong finally pulled back just enough to look back into pitch-black orbs; a fire burning in the small space, and it turned the heat between them into a nearly palpable presence. He loved every second of it. And so finally, starting with a kiss below Min Jun’s jaw, his lips trailed down the side of the prince’s neck; mirroring the path he had taken moments before in the same torturous pace. He wanted the other to feel each caress fully, perhaps even to relax into the feeling, right up until his mouth paused just above Min Jun’s pulse point.

A smirk ghosted over his lips as he could feel the prince’s heart hammering against them and allowed a deep, pleased hum to escape his throat at the sensation. Without warning, the slight tilt of his head followed, allowing him to suck a small bruise into the skin just like Min Jun had done to him and yet Jaejoong understood how to draw it out – to tease and repeat the motion interlaced with playful dips of his tongue against the assaulted patch of skin. The prince was not the only one eager to hear soft moans and sighs, the tell-tale hitch of breath telling him that he made the other feel good. Only when he was satisfied with the mark his lips had left, he allowed his caresses to wander towards Min Jun’s collarbones; hands slowly stroking up and down his spine to hold him up and keep him close.

“It’s like you’re burning,” the halfblood whispered, his voice breaking the silence for the first time and breath rushed past his lips in a sigh, as his head dipped lower; lips barely catching against one nipple before they left more slow kisses on Min Jun’s chest. “Like fire on my skin, and by the gods, you’re beautiful.” Brown eyes danced back up to the other’s face while his fingers closed around his, leading his hand right above Jaejoong’s heart, pulse racing beneath Min Jun’s palm. It would be easy to think that all of this was routine, but he wanted the prince to know that he was not; that he was special and that his affections were something the halfblood deeply craved right now. And then, purposely without warning and without taking his gaze off the other’s face, his mouth closed over one of Min Jun’s nipples; lips and tongue both working to tease the sensitive area as he traced over it and gave a first, light suck.

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Min Jun had been thinking about this for months; planning this for only a few hours. Now that he had the other, halfnaked, so close he was afraid. On one side this felt so right, absolutely everything he wanted it to be and on the other side his lust was not enough to mask the fact that he felt like he had to do this. He promised Jaejoong to give back. So even when he wanted this physically, somewhere on his mind he was painfully aware that this was not the storybook romance he had dreamed of. Yet Jaejoong had told him that life was not like one of his books and held on to that. Letting out a small breathe as he sawe Jaejoong lean in after he offered the other his neck. Nervousness combined by that all-consuming need rushing through his veins. 

The kiss calmed him down a little, grey fingers slightly pulling on the other’s locks, if they wouldn’t go too far tonight maybe he could still keep his dreams alive. When Jaejoong kissed down the elf forgot his worries for moments of his breathing hitching in his throat and soft moans escaping him as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. 

The mention of him burning made the elf laugh hoarsely, his limbs trembling as he opened his eyes again and with a dry throat watched Jaejoong. When his lips grazed the nipple Min Jun’s breathing stopped and he stared at the other with large eyes before continuing breathing as the halfblood continued kissing his skin. As his hand was placed on the other’s chest he took another shaky breath, had he made the other’s heart beat so fast? Unsure he looked at Jaejoong, questioning the meaning of it. 

When Jaejoong suddenly took his nipple between his lips the prince let outa surprised and honest deep moan. His body responded by grinding down on the other, hardened members brushing through fabrics and Min Jun pulled back, gasping as he stared at Jaejoong with darkened skin and eyes as plates. Breathing heavy as he crossed his legs and tried to hide his erection. With his hand over his mouth he stared at Jaejoong, half afraid, half confused and overall aroused. 

Sitting with his back against the bed he tried to calm himself down and swallowed again, breathing heavily as he stared at Jaejoong in silence. Pondering biting his bottomlip and rubbing his legs together to gain friction. “I don’t know what to do” He admitted in a very soft voice, ears dropping both from his insecurity and overwhelming lust. 

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|| A bed of roses and other nonsense

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Perhaps it was best that, for now, the meaning of high elvish slipping over Jaejoong’s tongue so thoughtlessly was lost on the prince as his breath rushed against the halfblood’s shoulder with a soft laugh – or perhaps words escaped him because he understood, because they were both tip-toeing and crossing lines of affection with each other that still had to be newly defined. As frightening as that was in some aspects, it thrilled him at the same time and when Min Jun gave his non-verbal agreement to join him downstairs by simply getting off the bed, it did not take long for him to follow. Whatever the guards may have thought about seeing them together as they sneaked back to his own chamber, Jaejoong was sure that it would be nothing outside of the usual assumption one made when seeing a master and his very personal servant disappear into a room together. Nothing, which seemed wise to mention to the prince right now, but when he walked back into the sea of roses still waiting for him, it seemed that Min Jun had his very own plans.

The frown that crossed the servant’s face was quickly smoothed away until he merely lifted his brow; a puzzled and genuinely questioning look flickering through brown orbs. Just seconds before he had been debating on how honest he wanted to be without scaring Min Jun away or making him feel embarrassed in any way – that it was not too much, just very overwhelming and very unexpected – but now soft fabric slipped off grey shoulders to reveal the prince’s chest and oh, the flush on his cheeks never failed to look so damn inviting. A sight, which neither the gods of his mother nor his father could have painted any more beautiful than this. And yet the tremble in the other’s hands could not be denied; the nervousness, which took hold of his body as he tried so hard and Jaejoong selfishly waited with any attempt to stop him until he got what he’d secretly hoped for – a kiss, so slow and full of feeling that all he wanted was to take Min Jun’s arms and hold him steady, until the tremors in his body subsided.

But first the presence of the night elf disappeared again as he stepped back, doubts taking a hold of his mind that perhaps no one, but most certainly not the halfblood himself, would have ever thought to hear from the prince of an entire realm when he first met him. How long ago this had been now. And here they were in such a twisted and unexpected situation from where they had started out; Jaejoong taking a step forward to cross the distance between them until he could comfortably place a hand under the other’s chin, the side of his indexfinger tilting his head back up with a gentle but firm push. His lips formed a shushing sound first, said finger now moving to press against Min Jun’s own heartshaped pair. “You don’t know how you’ll be if you never tried,” Jaejoong reminded him half-amused but quiet, yet it only made his following words all the more genuine and honest. “And prince, with all that turning and mulling you do in your pretty head, you seem to forget that I already like you. I told you before, did I not? That there is nothing you could do that would make me stop desiring you and it is still true.”

This was not the direction he’d intended for them to take by coming down here, even if he wasn’t one to complain about the sudden shift either – and so he chose to try and take Min Jun’s nervousness by turning this back around on him instead focusing him even more on all the thoughts he already seemed to be stuck in. “But .. are you proposing a trade?” Once again, the halfblood’s brow lifted; this time in an obviously playful manner. “Because I don’t believe I am one of your father’s merchants trying to barter away a couple of expensive gemstones.” No, if anything he had a different function in teaching the night elf something but this right here was not about any position either of them were expected to fulfill. Changing the prince’s perspective from someone who always had to live up to what people thought of him into someone who could simply be who he wanted would not happen over night, Jaejoong knew that much as well, but he would walk each of these steps willingly in whatever pace was needed – starting as he slipped past the other with a last meaningful glance now and reached for the bottle of wine on the table instead.

“I asked you to come down here with me, because I wanted to enjoy the sight of all these roses for a while longer – they truly are beautiful, not to mention that such a big gesture is far more flattering than I would have expected. It pleases me terribly, Your Highness, but most of all I asked you to join me for a glass of wine?” While speaking, he’d poured the expensive liquid into two glasses and now turned around with one of them in each hand; the right one stretching out as an offer for the prince to take. It would have been strange to just breeze over the fact that Min Jun was still half-naked with clear intentions, but seconds later the younger’s eyes softened; deep brown melting into an expression of understanding and calm control. “Please? If you insist on an exchange, then do this for me. Nothing else, that you’re not ready for yet.”

Moving towards the soft cushions that were placed on the ground near the window, creating a makeshift couch which Jaejoong had built himself a few weeks before and which was no less comfortable than any other soft underground, he kept his fingers once more wrapped around the prince’s wrist to tug him along and ended up patting next to him as a sign for Min Jun to join. The touch was both meant to be comforting as well as to prevent him from running off – sometimes all people needed were a little push, when everything was new and they tended to feel lost. Innocent. So innocent. His gaze danced back up towards the night elf now, holding a glimmer of mischief as his mouth curled into a smile – and the halfblood was well aware of how he looked; a promise of wicked pleasure and debauchery for those who wanted it and right now that was his precise intention. “And if you really want to try some things tonight, I’ll happily indulge you in anything you like after you drink this with me. Otherwise we’ll just keep talking, because I do have quite a few questions and so much, still, to learn about you. Is that alright?”

And then, but only because Jaejoong knew that such teasing usually woke the flustered side of the other but also earned him a laugh on occasion, he couldn’t resist adding another remark with a playful sideways dip of his head. “I can always take my shirt off too, if that makes us more equal.”

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He might have liked the prince, but the prince was still very insecure. Thinking that Jaejoong might like him visually but that what Min Jun could (or rather; couldn’t) do was not enough. “I am trying to do the right thing, by making us both comfortable...” Min Jun mumbled, fidgeting with his hair as he looked up “Making sure we both get some of what we want and... need.” 

Jaejoong handed him wine and Min Jun threw it into his throat in one go, flushed cheeks and all as he took the bottle from Jaejoong and poured a second glass. Promising himself he would get the other more wine to make up for it at a later point in time. He followed Jaejoong to the pillow on the ground and sat down. Looking a little lost when Jaejoong spoke about ‘talking’ and ‘questions’. Min Jun had not imagined that at all and had tried to mentally prepare himself for something completely different. He was disturbed in his thoughts when the servant teased him and his face became a few shades darker before he, quite boldly, nodded. 

Leaning in he started to unbutton the other’s shirt with trembling hands and with his tongue between his lips guided the piece of fabric off Jaejoong’s shoulder. Taking the glass from the other and placing it on the ground next to them as he straddled Jaejoong’s lap, inhaling deeply as he let his eyes wander over Jaejoong’s chest. Then the black eyes looked up unsure and he smiled nervously before, still in silence, he let his fingers glide over the smooth skin. Touching the collarbones and then over Jaejoong’s arms and up again, down to the other’s nipples and as the prince bit his bottomlip he brushed against those before he leaned in and pressed his lips against Jaejoong’s neck. The sounds of nights ago when Jaejoong had moaned so beautifully had not left his mind. 

He had been drunk but he had managed to give Jaejoong pleasure and if there was anything he wanted right now was to please the servant. Perhaps if he could give Jaejoong pleasure the servant would be able to love him too. His hands grabbed Jaejoong’s upper arms as he left soft kisses down his neck and when he reached the crook where his neck ended and his shoulder began he nibbled and sucked on the skin. Hair falling over his face as he made a hickey and when he heard the other’s moan he looked up and a flash of pride came over his face, licking his lips the prince slowly undid his own braids and let his hair fall freely over his bare chest before he pushed it to the side and bared his neck to Jaejoong. Eyeing him expectantly.  

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|| A bed of roses and other nonsense

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Rarely was the halfblood given so many specific tasks to carry out across the entire city; at least not on the same day and all by himself. While Jaejoong supposed that he could have requested another servant to help him with everything, he preferred to act on his own – it gave him a sense of personal freedom he had to miss for a long time, and anything that would be considered too big or too heavy to carry with him through Aranarth could be sent to the palace by the merchants themselves once a sufficient payment was provided. He saved the gemstones for last, mainly because he looked forward to that purchase the most. It were both the shining crystals and the mermen selling them which had Jaejoong’s attention – now he didn’t travel the realm with a slave trader anymore, stories from other corners and villages had become a scarce rarity. One, which he gladly indulged in; allowing himself to linger for a few moments longer, as one of the mermen told him about the latest gossip and events from the golden streets of Antiva.

The sun already began its long climb down from the sky by the time Jaejoong arrived at the palace again and was by now familiar enough with its hallways and chambers to take the quickest path towards the tower structure he and Min Jun inhabited. Their return with the assassin Zevran had been .. eventful, to say the least, but the halfblood felt mostly relived he hadn’t lost his head over this journey and was therefore grateful enough to focus on simply being able to return to his old job. Personal servant had an entirely different ring to it now that the threat of being degraded to a gardener no longer loomed over the brunet, yet he knew that the prince himself also carried a large responsibility for Jaejoong’s new way of looking at his tasks.

With everything that had happened during their escape from the palace, he found himself in a place where he was closer to the royal son than he would have ever imagined and yet still confined by barriers he would have never expected to encounter when he first walked up to the palace in slave chains and rags to be presented to the prince all those months ago. They were .. going out together, had not done so literally since their return, but it was still a connection forged by mutual promises to try and understand the other better; to try and respect each other’s feelings. In quiet moments Jaejoong somtimes felt as if they were matching pieces still figuring out how to fit together seamlessly, bumping and scratching at every chance they got but never standing still in search for that perfect Click. And maybe, the halfblood found it the moment he headed for the door to his own room.

His original plan to wash up before visiting Min Jun had been shot down by the guards telling him that His Royal Highness was not to be disturbed, seeing how he was emerged in his studies, and so Jaejoong figured he might have a quiet evening after all; perhaps indulge in some reading on his own to learn everything there was to know about palace etiquette and history. Still, he had to brush up on plenty of things if he wanted to represent Min Jun with grace not only visually, but also in conversation and on official banquets and the servant took this task seriously – not only for his own reputation, but also for the prince’s sake, when– Something was on his door. The servant’s feet halted on the last step, eyes slightly widening and then narrowing in surprise. Or, rather, it was on his door handle; a golden necklace that felt delicately pleasant against the halfblood’s hand as he slipped it off and held it up from his palm. It didn’t take long to figure out who must have placed it there. Jaejoong seldom received gifts in the past and while wealth always pleased him, none of them had ever carried a meaning such as this one; none of them had been given by someone, who genuinely wanted to do something for him before Min Jun came along. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, the stone dark and so onyx that it reminded him of the night elf’s eyes as it glimmered in the candle light.

When his gaze dipped further, he spotted a single rose petal on the ground just by his door; as if it had slipped underneath the wood by accident – and the sight brought a questioning frown to delicate features, before Jaejoong’s curiosity won and he opened the door to his room.

Roses. A sea of them, truly, as everything seemed to be covered in them when he glanced around – his bed, the table, each surface that would not disturb any of his belongings and the halfblood moved past the doorstep almost reverently; unable to not feel taken aback at such a surprise in the first moments. It was .. romantic. Thoughtful. Sweet. Everything Jaejoong never had the luxury to feel and part of that scared him somewhere deep down, for the very reason that it was so new and dangerous if he believed the teachings he was brought up with. But how could such a gesture be wrong? It was the prince’s touch; grande and almost teetering on the each of being too overwhelming in its sheer flood, but he knew that Min Jun spent his entire life in abundance; surrounding by gold and riches and everything he could ask for. There was no blame in him for the way the other gave away material things so freely.

After discovering the chocolate and expensive wine as well – both of which brought a soft snort and a smile from the halfblood, of course this would not be complete without either of these gifts –, his decision was quickly made. Studies or not, he wanted to thank the prince for this surprise properly and so it took merely another ten minutes before he’d changed his clothes from the day’s servant garments to something more expensive and fixed his hair into a braid. Wearing a top that was unbuttoned to show a hint of collarbones but left his shoulders bare, its white color brought out the pendant he now wore over it; silk pants soft against his skin to finish his outfit in in a subtle but elegant fashion. For a moment Jaejoong considered grabbing both the wine and chocolate on his way to the door but then decided against it; instead making his way up to Min Jun’s door on quiet feet. Protocol required him to knock and wait a few moments before entering, but this time the younger barely breached said limit until he slipped past the door already; impatience and a small flutter in his chest prompting him to move sooner than usual.

And there he was. Not studying at all, but in fact curled up on his bed with a pillow in his arms and the sight made him breathe out a soft sigh, which was quickly followed by a smile. “I see you have finished your diligent work,” he greeted Min Jun with a humored tone – an apology for interrupting him had been lost on his tongue the moment he figured out that the prince never studied in the first place. Brown eyes never left the other as Jaejoong crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed; pausing for a moment before he reached out with one hand, fingertips smoothing over Min Jun’s cheek and brushing away a few strands of hair from his face. The touch was gentle, mirroring the look in his eyes once more now that they both had a few days to get over their last heavy fight. “No one has showered me with roses before,” the halfblood confessed, quietly this time, “–or put that much effort into such a surprise. It is beautiful, my lord ..” He interrupted himself for a moment, teeth biting down on his bottom lip, before he spoke again. “Min Jun.” It felt right to use just his name now, no honorific titles that set them apart. 

While his caress trailed down over the night elf’s cheek, grazing his lips and then moving down to one shoulder and along his arm, the brown orbs gained a playful glimmer amongst all their open gratitude; one, which was quickly explained as Jaejoong continued. “Would you come downstairs with me? I would love nothing more than to open that bottle of wine with you together, and enjoy my surprise a little more while you’re there with me.” His fingers closed around Min Jun’s hand as he finished speaking, but rather than tugging the prince up towards him and out of bed, he suddenly leaned in; body half-covering the prince’s as he tilted his chin up and caught his lips in a soft kiss. Jaejoong’s eyes slipped shut despite it being a quick touch, an affectionate caress which then traveled to his cheek and left another kiss against grey skin as whispers of “Thank you, truly.” were hidden against the same spot. “You made me very happy, írima.”

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Min Jun hugged a pillow to his chest as he waited, impatiently, for his... dating..friend? to arrive. Honestly, the elf had no idea what to call the other. Right now they were on the line of having nothing or having it all, working through their own problems and trying to reach out to the other party to hopefully grab on and be able to grow closer. A closer bond where the previous insecurities were gone and they were both free to feel what they wanted without being scared. A knock on the door made Min Jun look up from his pondering and a little too quickly the door opened. 

“As I hope you have, Jaejoong.” Min Jun replied in a similar tone but unable to keep a slight shaking from his voice. He felt nervous, of course, scared that Jaejoong had not liked his presents. Yet the touch that followed was soft and Min Jun leaned into the hand and his black eyes lingered on Jaejoong’s dark orbs while his lips curled up into a shy smile. “Shame on them, you deserve nothing less.” The prince swallowed, biting his tongue for letting such a cheesy thing slip from his lips. He tried not to pressure Jaejoong, that dating was enough for now, but he adored him so. He loved him so. It was hard for the young royal to not say what he thought now that he knew, somewhere, in the back of his mind that Jaejoong would probably like hearing it. 

When Jaejoong touched his hand he was already ready to agree to come down, yet he was surprised by a kiss. One that ended too quickly and left Min Jun speechless for a few moments. He just looked at Jaejoong, adoring, before laughing a little and leaning in, resting his forehead against the halfblood’s shoulder. Clearing his throat he pulled back and in silence the prince got off the bed and slipped out of his chambers, eyed the guards as they tiptoed down to Jaejoong’s chambers and avoided their gazes as they slipped into the chamber where Min Jun had spend most of his day. To get all the flowers there had been an assignment. He had ordered them yesterday and used a fake name so that it seemed like someone bought the flowers for him. hen he had carried all the roses to Jaejoong’s chamber. The cuts of thorns visible on his delicate skin; but worth it. 

As Min Jun stood in the room he looked around and blushed deeply “Is it too much?” He asked softly and insecure as he wondered if he should have gone for just one bouquet of roses. The elf hesitated before turning towards Jaejoong and with a dark blush he let his shirt fall off his shoulders and looked at the other expectantly. “I’m- uhm...” Blinking rapidly and with ears twitching as he tried to steady his trembling hands. “I want to... we both promised to... well the thing with the rope and the ends and the order...” He shrugged as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You agreed to date me so I want to give you something too...” 

The prince was not sure if Jaejoong would want him in the end, because he was a virgin and bad at kissing and bad at talking to the other and he was really bad at staying calm when only the words intimacy was uttered. But this was what he got and as he walked towards the door he grabbed the keys from his pocket. Locking the door from the inside and then walking over to Jaejoong. Unlocking his chains before he leaned in and kissed the other, slowly with shaking lips and then pulling back laughing ashamed. “I am so sorry, I am so nervous-” 

The elf looked at the other “What if you don’t like me because I am so new at all of this? You must have had the best people in the realm, and I am... well... nothing much.” His eyes flickered to the other’s neck where the marking had disappeared that Min Jun had made and he inhaled sharply. Feeling the need to mark the other again, bite the skin and suck on it till it turned purple. 

Instead he looked down, waiting for the other to say something.

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|| A bed of roses and other nonsense

The prince of Aranarth had made sure that Jaejoong was away all day, giving him a whole list of tasks to do outside of the palace. Jaejoong would have to travel through the city to get expensive fabrics, gemstones from the mermen that came from Antiva and buy the sweetest fruits he could find (”And be sure to check the three markets!”). A masterplan if you asked Min Jun, especially since he had just heard that the slave trader was coming this Friday and that he couldn’t cancel him. It meant that he would have to inform Jaejoong that he would get another servant. The outcome of their fight in Antiva where things had gone all kinds of wrong.

Yet Min Jun was pretty positive about it all; Jaejoong agreed to date him. And while he had felt as shy as he had the previous weeks something had changed. He knew he had a chance now and while he had not acted on it yet. He would tonight. When Jaejoong would arrive in his room after the long day of tasks (and the explicit order to go to his room after because Min Jun had to study and was not to be disturbed) he would find his whole chamber covered in red roses, a golden necklace with a black stone dangling from the doorhandle, expensive chocolate on his bed and a good, really good wine on his nightstand. Min Jun knew he had said ‘dates’ and not ‘giving massive amounts of gifts’ but to be alone in such a manner with Jaejoong still terrified him to the bone. And this was a good start, right?

The elf was all giddy as he laid in bed, wondering if Jaejoong would maybe come upstairs to say something. would he thank him? Maybe kiss him? The thought made the elf hide his face in the pillow and laugh a little (Glewair was glaring at his owner, flying off into the night because he had zero interest in the mating rituals of humans). Perhaps the other would be angry, had it been too much? He pondered about this as he hugged the pillow and stared at the fire. 

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On golden streets we dance free

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His response was so soft and questioning. No longer filled with anger or even traces of the fight which continuously simmered between them ever since that night in Antiva and before Jaejoong realized it, his own lips tilted into a small smile as it reflected the night elf’s expression. “I’m more comfortable with it first,” he half-corrected the prince’s question, but they were smaller details and hardly important when Min Jun summed up the problem in his own words – and to then render him silent before the halfblood could speak again, as he knelt down across from him.

Date me.

He said more, Jaejoong knew because he saw the prince’s lips move, but it had taken only this to make him freeze in place; partially out of surprise and because a familiar worry settled into the pit of his stomach, the one that usually prompted him to draw up his walls at this point. But Min Jun said he was willing to try, so was it not the least he could do to give him back the same effort? “Prince, I–” Halfhearted, distracted efforts at keeping him from taking his shirt off were cut short as Min Jun continued to speak and soon closed his own hand around the servant’s; the touch warm, but nothing compared to when Jaejoong’s fingers brushed over his chest. He could feel the other’s heartbeat against his palm, quick and probably nervous and he wanted to tell him that this was not what he meant, but there was something else he had to say first; something that needed to be voiced out loud, preferably before Min Jun lost himself in more and more rambling.

“I will.” Interrupting the prince in a quiet but steady voice, Jaejoong drew his fingers slightly back against his palm; never lifting the touch from grey skin just yet and the lips on his neck made it awfully hard to concentrate, but when his eyes connected with black orbs, those endless pools of darkness that always reminded him of the night sky, he knew why it was important to be strong. Why it would be worth taking these steps the right way – for both of them in different ways. Only when he was sure to have the other’s full attention, the halfblood continued and tilted his head lightly; auburn hair falling into his eyes while he felt another small smile tug on his lips. “Go on dates with you. Please don’t make me kiss you to shut you up, because I’m really close to it.” The last part was wrapped in a more humored notes, the words rushing past his lips before he had the chance to take them back and yet Jaejoong left no time for the other to register them; almost smoothing over the slip in his own control as his gaze flickered down to soft, heartshaped lips for just a second.

Now that he said it out loud, the thought became even more real in his mind; gained shape and form filled by memory which knew exactly how this kiss would feel like. “Slow,” was the quiet murmur that accompanied the press of the halfblood’s finger against Min Jun’s lips in the end; hushing him in more ways than one. “We’ll take this slow and you can worry about the future training and rejection if it comes to that. Your head is five steps ahead from the rest of you prince, no wonder you lose yourself in rambling.” A smile softened the reminder, which had been intended as a gentle nudge from the beginning and nothing more. “I’m sorry we could not have met in a different time where things might have been easier,” Jaejoong now continued and his fingertips moved to trace the other’s cheek; eyes dipping down to the chain marks on his wrist. He’d caught Min Jun’s gaze on them before and known exactly what it meant; a sentiment he shared, even if the life as a noble son had never been more than fantasies to the servant – crushed, before they could ever take root.

“But I want to thank you for trying and I promise not to disappoint the trust you put in me. There is a lot I have to unlearn about royalty and highborn sons when it comes to you, apparently.” Aside from the light touch tracing the contours of Min Jun’s face, the younger made no attempt to let his hand slip to his exposed chest. Despite the freedom given to him with this compromise, it didn’t feel right to take advantage of it here and under these circumstances; no matter how twisted and complicated it made their arrangement. They could work on untangling these knots one by one, if the prince wasn’t going to send him away after all. There was more Jaejoong wanted to say, things he wanted to ask, but this was hardly the right place or the right time and as if he suddenly grew aware of their surroundings again; his focus dipped to the fabric pooling around Min Jun’s waist, his other hand moving to pick it up now.

“Here, put this back on,” he nudged the night elf, a familiar slip of humor in his voice that tried to lessen the heavy, meaningful atmosphere they’d drawn each other into with this unexpected turn of their fight. One, which he was glad for but preferred to keep for private quarters in the future. “Otherwise the assassin might really get bad ideas when he comes back.” Entwining his fingers with Min Jun’s for a moment as he extended the fabric to him, gave Jaejoong the opportunity to guide his hand towards his lips; turning it so that he could press a soft kiss to the inside of his palm. It was his way of sealing the promises that had been made between them without risking to breach the prince’s comfort zone right away. He would have to learn to look better for those signs, too. Deep brown eyes never left the night elf’s face however, not as he let go of him again and not as he got up to his feet either; now extending one hand to help Min Jun back up as well.

“Do I get to know where you’ll take me once we get back?” His head tilted once more. He was still irritated about certain things the other had said, things that would need to be spoken about at some point and the thought of dates, serious dates, was still one connected with slight discomfort but not because he did not want to have the prince by his side – more, because it was unknown territory for him and part of what he’d learned to be wary of. And yet, if it was Min Jun, he might just be the only person in this realm and others he was willing to try it for.

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Happiness spread through Min Jun’s chest as Jaejoong agreed to date him, the feeling lifting him up. Quite literally as his ears perked up, the mention of kissing him made the prince laugh nervously. Looking away with a slight blush that would have made a lot more sense if he had not been with a naked upper body. And he wanted to respond to everything but a finger was against his lips and he shut up, looking at Jaejoong with big eyes expectantly.

“Perhaps you should try to see me as something, someone else than royalty. Even if I am.” He whispered as the prince felt the lips against his palm and blushed slightly. He put the shirt back on, glad he did not have to give himself here in the dark forest where everything was odd and scary. Everything but the halfblood in front of him. “Lord Zevran can think what he wants to, if he tells father. Father will just be glad I am finally, well, using you the way he intended.” Min Jun’s ears colored darker again as he looked at Jaejoong with a newfound smile. They were dating which was more than the elf had ever done or had. 

“Know? Oh no Jaejoong. I will surprise you, and I promise you that it will be good.” He smiled and as he stood up with the help of Jaejoong he placed a kiss against the other’s cheek. Feeling brave now that Jaejoong had agreed to the dates. Dark eyes were on Jaejoong for a few moments before he turned around.

“Lord Zevran, we are ready to go now!”

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On golden streets we dance free

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“I don’t hate you!” What Jaejoong hated was losing his temper. What he hated was allowing his emotions to take over and turn him into an unreasonable person who got involved in things, who made himself vulnerable by caring. What he hated was every rich or highborn person who took advantage of people like him and forced them to almost feel grateful for the life they had in comparison to the halfbloods, former slaves and outcasts on the streets. Min Jun shared none of those traits, his only crime was not knowing any better, and right now Jaejoong tried so so hard to be upset with him for everything despite that fact. His naivety, his logic in how to treat people and the way he poured himself into the things he believed in – if he clung to it long and hard enough, eventually he would find faults, bits and pieces of it, in those too.

“I’m perfectly fine not caring about people, neither loving nor hating them, but there is something between those two extremes and not everyone just bounces from one end to the other, prince. What I do with Zevran, it’s called manipulation. It’s how I get around people and it’s the only way someone like me can keep a small piece of power – manipulation is a game and while your people made sure that I’m not allowed to play it on a scale that would matter, I know the rules damn well.” The halfblood pressed his lips together, his voice lowering a little as the cold edge gained a bitter undertone. “It’s not always as simple as someone going after their own desires. There was one time in my life, just a few seconds, where I actually decided to be selfish and to pursue something I wanted and just look where that got us.” Frustration and hurt were overflowing from somewhere in his chest and Jaejoong couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop the words and implied confessions, until the only escape that he had left was the door in his back; prompting him to turn without a second glance and reach for the handle.

And yet just as he formed his resolve to let Min Jun think whatever he wanted, perhaps even encourage the false suspicion that he would go after Zevran, the prince spoke again in his back. Jaejoong couldn’t say whether it was the quiet tone of his voice or the word ‘Sorry’ that made him pause first. No one had ever apologized to him before. No one had ever considered being wrong, when the slave was so conveniently there to put the blame on and while such unfair treatment still enraged him to the point where he fought back sometimes, a subconscious part of the halfblood had always taken it as the given outcome of any conflict. And he knew how Min Jun’s pride had to struggle with leaving himself so open and vulnerable, admitting his own faults in a way that brought a confused, small frown to the other’s face as he turned back around.

Black eyes were filled with tears and something Jaejoong believed to recognize as helplessness, perhaps frustration about this situation as a whole and coupled with Min Jun’s unexpected apology, the sight of him was what broke him in the end. Broke his anger, the churning urge in his fingertips to strangle something or to find a quiet place and scream, because how, just how, could he feel that way when the elf in front of him looked so lost? “.. Why do you make it so hard to be upset with you,” his voice drifted across the room with a tad of annoyance regardless, the last and stubborn attempt at staying strong. But it would be wrong to say the halfblood didn’t feel anything when he looked at him, that there wasn’t a tug in his stomach wanting to draw him back towards Min Jun and at the same time a weight settling into his chest because he was so clearly hurting.

The sigh that left his lips did nothing to relieve the pressure as Jaejoong finally abandoned the door for good and walked back into the room, steps lingering about halfway from the prince before he crossed the distance after all and sat down on the ground in front of him. Close enough for Min Jun to touch him if he bent down and reached out, but not making any attempt to do the same just yet, Jaejoong clasped his arms around his knees instead and only then lifted his gaze to look at the other again; serious, stern, with anger still bubbling beneath the surface, but not hateful. And then he did something that suddenly changed the ranks between them, lifting the halfblood onto the same level with the prince and grounds, which he had never stepped on before – his voice quiet and the words almost grotesquely simple for all the weight they held.

“Apology accepted.”

A pause followed as if to emphasize his meaning and give Min Jun time to let the words sink in as well, but it didn’t mean that he was finished talking. “And what if I wasn’t just talking about sex?” He then continued, expression not giving away what he thought or felt in that moment. “I’m not like you, Min Jun. I wasn’t raised in a palace and brought up on stories of knights and heroes and good defeating evil or love prevailing to be a happy end for everyone. I learned that to love was to give people something to punish you with, while simple physical pleasure would ever be the only way to connect to someone safely. I can’t switch that off just because I’m with someone who doesn’t want to touch me or because he wants to take all the right steps in order. It works in reverse for me, but it doesn’t make me a lustful, sex-fixated whore who willingly throws himself at everyone. And it doesn’t mean I’m incapable of feeling more for someone, I just .. don’t like it.”

He didn’t know if his words and his attempt at an explanation would make things better or worse, but it was the most honest approach Jaejoong could think of in this situation where neither of them seemed to know where to go with the other. “But I like you. And I care for you, a lot, to the point where being sent to the gardens feels like you’re throwing me away because I wasn’t exactly who you wanted me to be.” His head tilted, voice growing a bit softer along with the look in his eyes. “Can’t that be enough for now? Trying to see each other for who we are instead of reflections of our own experiences? And accepting that you took me off guard and threw me in cold water, just like I did with you when I went too far in Antiva, but that we both just need a little more time? Because I don’t want to be sent away, but more than that I don’t want to lose you.”

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Min Jun was a ball of sadness with ears by the time he was done speaking and wondered if he would transform in a ball of tears and roll away like that. He didn’t know what Jaejoong meant with his people, Min Jun was pretty sure it was something about filthy highborns and royals doing bad things. He just curled up more, sad and angry but mostly defeated. He didn’t even catch the hidden confession in the words of the slave as he hid his face in his arms and just wanted the other to leave and do whatever with Lord Zevran. 

“I’m.. sorry?” He said in a small voice as Jaejoong came back and asked how he could be angry at him. Staring at the other as if he was a child that was first yelled at and now got a cookie. Confusion was written all over his face as the prince had not acted like this for compassion; he had been open and honest and now felt bad without hiding it. But then Jaejoong sat down in front of him and said he accepted Min Jun’s apology. Which did not make everything better right away but did make the prince exhale in relief. With still questioning eyes he stared at Jaejoong however. Listening he blinked a few times as he reached out to a lock of Jaejoong’s hair and started braiding it absentmindedly as he listened and nodded a few times.

“So you... need this to be the other way around. Like we both start at different ends of the rope?” He asked in a soft tone, trying to understand as his slender fingers played with the soft lock of hair. His black eyes looked at Jaejoong’s brown ones and he managed to make a small smile. “You need... more skinship before you can allow yourself to... care for me like that?” He asked as he tried to understand and then slid off the bed, kneeling right in front of Jaejoong, bringing himself on the exact same height as Jaejoong. “You are exactly who I want you to be, except maybe...” He touched Jaejoong’s wrist where some marks reminded them of the chains he wore. The prince swallowed as he gave a small nod. 

“It is not enough for me.” He said then and then slowly shrugged out of his shirt, revealing the skin underneath as he looked at Jaejoong. “But.. I am willing to take some steps towards you, if you agree to at least... date me.” He blushed before grabbing Jaejoong’s hand and trembling as he placed it against his own chest and then leaned in “I’ll let you have me above the belt, I know it is not much.” Min Jun looked at Jaejoong shyly.”But will it be enough for now? He was pretty sure he was shaking from top to toes as he brushed his hair back and placed a very insecure kiss against Jaejoong’s neck. 

“Please agree to date me, Jaejoong. That is all I ask for now, let me proof I love you for you.” He placed a second kiss, with a little more confidence “I don’t want to lose you either but I also don’t want...” he hesitated “even if I know you won’t and even if I already technically own you... I don’t want you to be anyone elses but yourself or... mine...” He pulled back and looked a little afraid. “Please do not misunderstand. If you reject me,” he looked down at his body with an insecure gaze before looking up again “I will still allow you to stay as my servant. Or if you wish a servant of someone else or let them train you to become head of all the maids and servants-” He placed his hands over his mouth as he eyed Jaejoong apologetic “I’m nervous, I talk too much-”

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On golden streets we dance free

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Favors from the emperor – Jaejoong barely had the time to work up a glare, eyes narrowing slightly by the time he was pulled away from the night elf. Of course his words would elicit a small fit from Min Jun, that much had been expected and was nothing the halfblood wasn’t prepared to deal with, but as soon as the other turned towards flirting and reprimanding him for trying to save their skins the assassin in the room became worryingly irrelevant for the moment. “Oh, so now this is m–” Before Jaejoong could finish his hissed reply, the prince had turned away from him and he followed his gaze; just in time to spot Zevran by the door.

Being called lovebirds wasn’t as bad as the fact that everything seemingly had been decided by now, and yet it should get even worse because Min Jun took it upon himself to use their privacy for more nagging. The younger all but bristled at the accusation thrown at him, defenses rising up even faster than the anger that followed right after. “.. I may as well do that,” the halfblood snapped back coldly, a response that washed away all other words because he did not know where to start correcting Min Jun for a good few seconds first. Hurt feelings showed in the form of distance and after everything Jaejoong had done and tried here, smoothing over a mess that was mainly the prince’s fault by barging into a stranger’s house if anyone asked him, he was still rewarded with insults and someone deciding his opinions for him.

Glaring back into the other’s black eyes, he held that gaze for a moment longer before turning to head for the door as well; his hand bracing against the wood as he stopped just before he could have actually opened it. While everything told the halfblood to go, maybe find Zevran just to spite the male in front of him, there were things he wanted to say to him and for once they weren’t hidden behind polite or respectful manners. Not out here. “Do you know how unfair you are? I never said I want to fuck him and I’m not an asshole, but I am apparently the only person with common sense left in this entire room – why do I have to hate you just for giving the man who might as well have tried to kill us a compliment?!” Jaejoong’s head turned back around, anger now clearly written over his face. “Just because you don’t know how to manage people and would rather swoon over the fancy assassin yourself, doesn’t mean I have to lower myself to the same level – Lord, really? Who was the one with heart eyes the moment he woke up from a nap in a stranger’s bed?!”

Despite a half-hearted attempt to keep his voice down, the elf knew that his efforts would be futile eventually and right now he didn’t care if Zevran might hear them or not. The assassin’s presence was briefly forgotten as soon as he left the room anyway. “I wasn’t genuinely flirting, but of course you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference; you couldn’t be more of a stuck up wallflower if someone taped petals to your ears.” A huff escaped his lips, and fortunately he was blind and deaf to how ridiculous their conversation had already turned again; thus able to maintain his serious, irritated attitude when he continued. “But I’ll remember the prince’s gratitude the next time I try to save his skin, while he’s enjoying dreams about the man he could have in actual life but doesn’t dare to take.” Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed. “You talk in your sleep.”

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Min Jun glared daggers at his servant as his ears dropped instead of pouting but the effect was the same as he crossed his arms. “Well, you don’t love me. We figured that out so you might as well hate me if you flirt so much with him and almost offer yourself to him right in front of my eyes.” He stamped his feet “What is wrong with showing a little bit of respect? And what are you now jealous?” He snapped in a hiss. “Why are you so angry I slept in someone’s bed?” Stepping towards the other again he tried to gather his thoughts, but like a teenager he was throwing insults and arguments without really thinking and he became aware of how stupid he sounded. Making his ears drop even more. 

“Well I am sorry if I can’t figure out what real flirting is, I thought you loved me too before you rejected me.” He spat, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. The mention of talking into his sleep just made him feel worse and he stepped away, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down. “I am sorry, okay?” He eventually muttered.

“I am sorry for asking you for something you should not be asked for. I am sorry for then trying to put you in the gardens even though I did think it was the best option, not just for me. And I am sorry for dragging you out here.” He swallowed, trying to hold in the tears that threatened to escape. The prince felt like a child, a stupid worthless child. Rudding in his eyes he shrugged. They were going to get back to the palace now, his father would tell him not to go run off camping anymore and that would be it. On to an awkward life with the servant he guessed. Maybe after all this Jaejoong would prefer to work in the gardens. Min Jun would, if he was the half blood.

“And that is mean...” He added in a whisper “To say I could have you. I am sorry I am not like other people that just want sex.” He looked up finally, his dark eyes filled with tears. “I rather stay a virgin than ‘take’ what I dream about. I am sorry if you, still, can’t understand that.” 

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On golden streets we dance free

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Oh wonderful. Not only an assassin who recognized them, but an assassin who actually knew the prince – Jaejoong felt tempted to believe that this was the Gods’ punishment for getting themselves into this entire mess in the first place; something that had started the very minute they first set out for Antiva in a carriage together. It didn’t feel like only two days had passed since he watched Min Jun trying to suppress the flush in his cheeks as he pretended to read anything but smutty fiction. The memory of flushed cheeks brought back the phantom taste of wine on his tongue, mixing with the sweetness of a kiss and the slow burn as it got more passionate, and the halfblood quickly inclined his head while his lips pressed together. Wrong moment to recall those memories too. 

The prince’s voice pulled him back into the here and now; back to where the night elf half stood in front of him by now and Jaejoong realized that he had missed the opportunity to reply to the flirtation from before; something that might have gotten them out of this mess. But then again, Zevran seemed far from willing to just let them disappear into the forest – and neither did Min Jun, when he suddenly asked the other elf for help. Jaejoong’s eyes widened by a fraction as he stared at the parts of the other’s face he could see from here and otherwise settled for glaring holes into the back of his head. Was he completely out of his mind now? Too shocked to even hear how Min Jun referred to him as a friend so hesitantly, it took a moment for the younger to let a small snort escape him in response, even before Zevran finally turned to ask for his opinion too. As if a personal servant had more rights to have one than a whore, but Jaejoong kept his chin high  and did, in fact, not take as much offense as the expression on his face might suggest.

“Is this still your regret about not taking the chance to have me when you could?” Used to the touch of strangers, the finger trailing over bare skin did not disturb the halfblood although he tensed up a little further in response; eyes never breaking away from the black ones so close in front of him. Where Min Jun’s always seemed like clear night sky allowing Jaejoong to get lost in its depths, he found himself chasing the glimmer of red in Zevran’s eyes as he stared at him; catching glimpses, but never enough for his satisfaction. “I do serve the prince and right now I question his sanity in trusting you,” Jaejoong then confessed as blunt and honest as he rarely was, but right now he couldn’t cling to his usual pleasant facade. Not when a small voice in his head reminded him of how just a day ago, Min Jun had been ready to degrade him to a gardener just because of the very touches Zevran meant with his implications.

“But what he says is true. He asks for many things from me, but being a whore is not one of them.” The pointed undertone in his words went towards Min Jun rather than the elf he seemingly spoke to. “I’m mainly wondering if you have already decided on what kind of pompous award you want in return for bringing us back to the palace and whether that amount of wealth outweighs the reward of just slitting the prince’s throat on the road back. But how I touch him or don’t touch him is none of your concern.” Jaejoong’s voice lowered a little at the last sentence, before his chin tilted up a little further; feet firmly rooted into the ground, so that no touch or sudden advance would make him back away.

Camping. They had no supplies or tents to undermine Min Jun’s excuse and somehow the younger doubted that Zevran would miss these details himself. “I also do not quite understand the reason behind giving both our lives into the hands of a famous, undoubtedly ruthless assassin,” there was his charm, even if the implied focus of his words snapped right back to the prince, “probably just because his royal feet hurt from walking so long, while he was actually determined to run away in order to prove something of which I have still seen nothing, but instead plenty of whining and nagging.” Even though everything had seemed to be directed at the darker-skinned night elf, the snap in Jaejoong’s voice at the last part and the tilt of his head towards Min Jun told a different story.

Right now, he didn’t care if the assassin would be a witness to this discussion, but the halfblood’s patience couldn’t deal with much more of this. Accusations and bickering no matter what he did or tried, not to mention the prince’s annoying way of staring at the other elf and calling him a Lord. The only thing lordly about him was probably the royally small size of his dick. Jaejoong huffed inwardly, but the glare he still gave Min Jun should have kept the other busy enough as it was. “In my opinion we should be fine on our own, and if we’re given directions back to the main road, everything will work out for us,” he continued his pretended reply to Zevran, while said elf had long stopped being the center of his attention; regardless of the close proximity between them. 

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The prince was highly uncomfortable when Jaejoong spoke about Zevran not having him when he could and his cheeks reddened as he stared at the other and then at the assassin. He had to control himself completely not to push either of the two away. 

Meanwhile Zevran laughed when Jaejoong spoke. “Question his sanity? You two must be close if the prince allows you to speak in such a way-” He shrugged “He is missing out then I imagine and I still need some favors from the emperor so you can imagine how overjoyed I am to find you two.” His pitch black eyes remained on the halfblood “I do not slit throats without a contract and I hardly believe the Nightmother would allow me to kill the prince.” He chuckled lightly.

Min Jun wanted to ask why that was but then Jaejoong spoke again and things changed rapidly. “Whining and nagging? Well you didn’t have to come along.” Min Jun spat as he turned towards Jaejoong and glared at his servant. He pulled Jaejoong away from Zevran and glared at him. “What the hell is wrong with you.” he hissed “Do you really hate me that much? You are flirting with him right in front of me and then you say I only whine and nag.” He hissed “I trust him because he will take us home because we are... lost.” The prince admitted, unhappy. “And besides he isn’t going to let us go now. Especially not now you did your.. thing with him, right in front of me.” He blurted out. “You are such an asshole.” Min Jun ended and turned towards Zevran.

“Lord Zevran-” 

The assassin was half out of the door “We leave in the morning, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone for now.”

Min Jun turned back to Jaejoong, glaring at him. “Why don’t you see if you can fuck him. Might help the situation, and I know you want to.” 

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On golden streets we dance free

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The mumble in his back made the entire situation even more awkward, although Jaejoong hoped that the prince’s voice was quiet enough to not be heard by the third male in the room. An assassin, as he now stated, and the halfblood (much to his dismay) saw no reason for the other to lie. They were the ones who had entered his home without permission, not the other way around. He pressed his lips together slightly, wondering if offers of gold would actually help to persuade someone from the famous guild of Antivan assassins, when movement in his back indicated that Min Jun was waking up – at just about the worst moment imaginable. Jaejoong would have preferred him sleeping, unconscious and silent until they had somehow worked this out, but the drowsy voice coming from behind him already buried those hopes, causing the halfblood to stifle a groan instead.

Accidentally trespassed, of course. Purposely broken into someone’s home more like, but the nudge to his side made the servant’s brow twitch while his eyes shot back to Min Jun. They were back to accusations now? Well, if the other had nothing else to say to him … “Maybe because you were busy letting dream-me give you a good time,” Jaejoong shot back, quiet and with a sweet smile but an open glare in his eyes; the lack of disrespect in his reaction half on purpose. If he didn’t treat the prince like a prince, perhaps it lessened the chances of Min Jun being discovered – and next to that, it felt good to have an official excuse for not swallowing his anger this time. It irked him, more subconscious than anything, that the white-haired elf got promoted to a ‘Lord’ the minute Min Jun woke up; having done nothing to deserve the title just yet.

But before he could say more, Zevran’s voice interrupted him – this time almost to Jaejoong’s delight. “Possibly,” he hurried to respond before the prince could say anything (or worse, the wrong thing); brown eyes flickering back to the tall night elf still blocking the path towards the door. “If you saw me, it’s a shame you didn’t do more than just watch,” his voice dipped into a playful purr and it was half to irritate the man still standing next to him. “I would have been worth your money far better than any of the common whores in Aranarth. But we have clearly overextended our welcome and shall be on our way, excuse us.” There was no way he would go into answering what they were, mainly because Jaejoong himself still wasn’t sure – runaways? A royal and his slave on vacation? – and his lack of chains could bring up an entirely different row of questions leading to even more unpleasant answers.

What mattered most was to protect Min Jun’s identity and so surprisingly strong hands grasped the prince’s arms, light skin against grey, and began pushing him toward the door; even if that meant having to pass Zevran on the way. Provided he would let him.

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Min Jun considered putting Jaejoong into a dungeon, Zevran was considering putting them both into a dungeon and see who would kill who first. He was putting money on the awake one, he seemed a little less weak. “You sure are...” Zevran paused as he let his dark eyes wander over Jaejoong “Less chained than last time I saw you.” He ended the sentence with a smirk. “Shame I didn’t get to you back then. It seems I missed my chance, hmmm?” He raised his eyebrows before turning his attention to the other elf, a pure blood. “I am sure you did, your father...” He stared at the elf long and hard as he put one and two together. 

“Oh no no, you will stay.” Zevran said as Jaejoong seemed to plan on leaving. “Both of you stay.” He smirked “I can not let a... prince and his run away servant leave.” The smirk grew more wicked. “My prince it has truly been too long. The last time I have seen you, it was years ago. We do not differ much in age but I swear that last time I saw you, you were not this beautiful...” he let his voice trail off before eyeing the other again. “And then I meet you here with him... A whore from the streets. How curious.” He smiled as he pulled out a dagger and started balancing it on the tip of his finger. 

Min Jun whined a little as he pulled his arm away from Jaejoong, rubbing the skin and already losing hope as lord Zevran spoke; only speaking up when he referred to Jaejoong. “Whatever Jaejoong was before, he is no longer.” He defended weakly. “Forgive me lord Zevran, I am truly pleased to have met you again and I am sorry that we have accidentally-” he glared at Jaejoong “Entered your home. But you have to understand, Jaejoong is not a whore.” He now stood half before Jaejoong, as if he was protecting him. “He is my personal servant and.. my friend..” The last word came out strangled and he looked down sadly before continuing. “We were out camping, and we got lost. Lord Zevran please help us?” he asked in a small voice. 

The assassin eyed the two tired. What a bunch of idiots he had run into in his own home. But a prince and a whore. Together and without chains; he knew what it was. No matter what the prince tried to sell him. “Well if you are going to run away with a slave, this is as good as it gets..” he mumbled before pushing himself off the wall and walking over. “And what do you have to say? Do you agree with what the prince says?” he asks as he leans towards Jaejoong. “You not a whore? You are actually serving a prince now? And even going on a camping trip?” He smirked as he let a finger trail over the other’s wrist. “Must be nice to touch him without all that metal huh?” He chuckled and then winked at the prince. 

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On golden streets we dance free

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The prince acted like an ungrateful brat and Jaejoong could understand why, having no real reason to thank him for anything out here – and from Min Jun’s point of view surely after having done nothing wrong. That point was still up for debate, much so and not only because the halfblood was, despite his status, not someone who easily shouldered the blame for others or himself particularly often. He suppressed the huff threatening to escape his lips when the other became but a shadow in the darkness, demonstratively turned away from him, before stretching out his legs and from that moment on it didn’t take long to drift into a light, dreamless slumber. If they got attacked or worse, he could blame the prince in the afterlife for it.

As it turned out, they were both very much alive the next morning – or as alive as someone could be with rings as dark and deep as those adorning Min Jun’s eyes when he woke him; not a word of good morning of equal politeness exchanged between them, only a bottle of water. Jaejoong took it gratefully, after the detour to that small lake last night brought no satisfaction, but he was still far better rested than the night elf who looked like he had not managed to get a minute of sleep in all these hours. Not that the halfblood asked out loud. By now he knew when to keep his mouth shut and not to challenge the stubborn, grumpy royal, even though several remarks and even offers of help were lingering just on the back of his tongue as Min Jun continued to stumble over roots and stones on their barely visible path. Still with no sign of where they might be going in the first place. Mentally, Jaejoong already made the decision to follow him for one more day, before refusing to go any further until he got answers – even if that most likely meant to be left behind.

His trust was one thing. His patience, on the other hand, a very different one. But just as the halfblood fell into idle musings and brooding, the suddenly excited voice of the other cut through the silence which had lasted for hours between them now; making Jaejoong’s head snap back up towards the direction Min Jun was pointing at. And it seemed too good to be true at first. The small wooden house reminded him of the stories some slaves used to tell among each other when he was younger; legends of witches and other evil spirits living in the woods of some realms, waiting for foolish travelers to step into their home only to never be seen again. His pride forbid him to believe in such superstitions, even though he’d always enjoyed listening to them; causing his step to falter just a little, before he followed Min Jun inside.

As it turned out, it wasn’t quite as abandoned as it had seemed on first glance. Inside, the place looked orderly and neat; fresh food and water stacked up which indicated that someone had been here not so long ago and Jaejoong already opened his mouth to inform the (spoiled) prince, that it wasn’t common or even welcomed to just barge into a stranger’s home without permission, but the other had already discovered the bed in the other room and currently fell down on the soft sheets like the weight of the entire world rested on his shoulders. There would be no way to actually get him off that mattress unless he carried him, the halfblood knew and couldn’t hide a small sigh as he lingered in the doorway. “Just for a while,” he mumbled, half to himself and half to Min Jun who seemed to have fallen asleep already; brown eyes darting around as if he expected to see a vengeful elf or monster throw themselves at him any second now.

But this opportunity to rest would be helpful. At least for an hour or so, time which Min Jun undoubtedly spent asleep and Jaejoong was drawn back towards the food in the kitchen; a small piece of dried meat enough to satisfy the worst grumbling of his stomach for now but he also emptied nearly an entire bottle of water in return. Until, after an uncertain amount of time had passed but impossibly more than half an hour, the sound of footsteps echoed towards him from the door and the halfblood froze. The voice that followed belonged to a male, the thick accent of Antiva heavy in his words but they were spoken with a purr that sent a light shiver down his spine; both for the tone itself and for the danger they undoubtedly implied.

He’d moved towards the door of the bedroom, a halfhearted attempt at blocking it but not shielding Min Jun from view so that the stranger could see both of them well enough when their eyes first met; dark brown on deep black with an unsettling but alluring red glimmer in them. The man was, for the lack of a better word and in a second of lacking surprise as well, gorgeous and Jaejoong did not attribute that quality to others very often. His uniform looked expensive; not many people in this realm would be able to pay for such quality and wear it around on a casual day like this, but the thought was hardly comforting. People with money were people with influence, which in return made them dangerous. Suddenly he wondered if he should have covered up the prince better, before risking that anyone recognized him out here.

“We meant no disrespect,” the halfblood began, head lowering slightly in a polite bow that hopefully also signalled they were no threat – something told him neither of them would be a match for the other male if things actually headed towards a fight. “We’ve been wandering since yesterday,” a small lie but it made their circumstances more dramatic, “and my .. friend here was too exhausted to go on when we stumbled across your house.” He also just waltzed in and made himself right at home, I suggest you settle that with him and not me. Jaejoong’s brow nearly twitched at the thought, but it wasn’t one he threatened to speak out. In the face of potential danger, he strangely enough did not even think of selling out the night elf, even if it would have meant his own freedom. Or death. Still, a chance many other slaves would have taken instead of him.

“If we can .. pay you back in any way,” you’re also not sleeping your way out of this one, “we’d be grateful if you allowed us to stay at least for another hour or two.”

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There were several things wrong with the situation at hand, but the bed Min Jun was sleeping in was not one of them. It was soft and perfect, a ideal place for the prince to get the rest he had skipped in the past night and his dreams were clear and intense. He dreamed of Jaejoong, kissing his lips, then his neck and whispering that he loved him. And in the dream, Min Jun believed it, as his grey hands slid over the light skin he couldn’t help but moan Jaejoong’s name. 

Outside of the dream, the prince had a goofy smile on his lips as he mumbled “Jaejoong.. please... Jaejoong don’t touch there....” 

In the world of the waking, the male with the white hair was looking at the sleeping prince and then the male in front of him. “If you meant no disrespect, why have you gone into a home that is not your own?” He asked, his eyes on the sleeping figure. He knew that kid from somewhere. “You two are lost here in the woods?” he asked, heavy accent still as he closed the door behind him. “Pay me back, how would you do that, hm? What do two run aways have to offer me, Zevra the mighty assassin of the black swans?”

By now, Min Jun was waking up. Catching the last part and rubbing in his eyes as the first thing he saw was Jaejoong’s butt. “Zevran?” he mumbled sleepy and blinked at the new person in the room. “Oh.. have we accidentally trespassed, I am sorry lord Zevran but we had no idea.” The prince was now looking at the other male with big round eyes and cheeks that were darkened enough to signal the sudden interest he showed in the new figure. “Are you really from the black swans? I saw some of you when my father spoke to them.” He peeked at the other from behind Jaejoong and then stood up. 

“I am terribly sorry if we have done wrong by staying here, Lord Zevran. But we were so tired.” He nudged Jaejoong “Weren’t we? Why didn’t you wake me when Lord Zevran came in?” he hissed the last part at the servant. 

‘Lord’ Zevran raised his eyebrows at the two and then narrowed his eyes at Jaejoong, he knew that one too. “Hey, haven’t I seen you? In the whorehouses of Aranarth? I am sure I saw you with some rich man. But you are not wearing your chains which means...” He eyed the other “You two are run aways?” 

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On golden streets we dance free

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To walk into the forest with no horses, no weapons and barely any food seemed like a terrible idea but Jaejoong kept quiet, right from when they first left the prince’s quarters until the night elf set a first tentative step beyond the line of trees. A sigh escaped the halfblood’s lips in response, one last glance cast over his shoulder to where the city loomed above them, before he disappeared into the woods as well. The light seemed less dark and ominous now that he was surrounded by it and for a while they traveled on in silence, still with an unknown destination that only Min Jun pursued – hopefully. But there was more to this journey, they both knew it, and it did not even take the prince’s words to confirm why the tension still lingered between them when he finally spoke up.

Jaejoong stopped, for the second time since Min Jun first fell over a root on the ground and then hissed at him to get away once the servant made attempts to help him back up. This time, the other’s accusations were of a different tone. If you had never’s and it is your fault’s thrown at him, which had a muscle in the halfblood’s jaw twitching subtly as he listened, bit his tongue behind his lips to swallow the defensive responses threatening to spill. It was good that he did, that Min Jun had the chance to continue because next to being upset and angry, there seemed to be something else on his mind that brought the all too familiar flush back onto royal cheeks; even out here in the dim light of the woods. And what he asked next, made him far more vulnerable than Jaejoong would have expected.

A chance. That was all the other asked for, not in demand or an order as he told himself with his second thought. Previously drawn up walls seemed to crumble a little, as the cold and distant hues of brown softened; both in affection and hesitation. It was almost a shame that he never got the chance to reply. Min Jun forbid him that when he suddenly brushed the entire subject and therefore the entire moment of budding tenderness off and as far away as possible, instead continuing on their path as the world grew darker and darker around them. Jaejoong still kept himself from asking where he intended to go; now as much as he kept himself from giving the prince the honest answer he had denied to hear back there. He could see him slow down with the miles passing beneath their feet and occasionally, the halfblood almost believed to hear voices behind them; men sent by the emperor to bring them back home now that their disappearance had to be noticed. But only when Min Jun sat down underneath a tree, he stopped his own feet as well; silently thankful for the break because he could barely feel his toes anymore at this point. While used to walking around more than the night elf, he was still not made to wander around the woods for hours either.

Min Jun looked miserable in his own way. By now the halfblood could tell when he stubbornly held onto something; in this case his own belief that he was doing the right thing to prove his point, and all comfort he could feel tempted to give would fall on deaf ears anyway. Like hell he was going to fall asleep here. With both of them unconscious, who knew what would happen out here in the middle of nowhere – branches snapping in the distance and bushes rustling were not always a sign of danger but certainly nothing to feel relaxed around and so Jaejoong simply knelt down next to the prince and his tree; hand reaching deep into his bag until he pulled out a dagger and then a loaf of bread. “You undoubtedly forgot to think about food,” he commented without malice in his voice while he cut off a slice and handed it to the other; it would be dry compared to the royal meals, but better than going hungry altogether. “Eat this, then sleep. I’m going to have a look around first.”

Granted, the prince could probably wield the dagger in his hand better if it came to a fight but he was exhausted and the possibility of a dangerous threat out here small (unless wolves roamed these parts of the wood and Jaejoong found himself sending a silent prayer to both the high elven gods as well as  the Nightmother that he wouldn’t encounter any). All he found in the end were the eyes of a deer glimmering up in the light of the small flame he kept in his palm as he left the small clearing, then the rustling of leaves as the animal escaped back into the safe darkness. As Jaejoong wandered further, he also encountered a small lake that lay still and motionless in the middle of the forest; moonlight glimmering on its clear surface. His hand was already in the water, enjoying the refreshing cold and the first drop of it on his lips, when the strangely sweet smell of the water hit him; causing the halfblood to back away hesitantly. Something seemed off, even if he couldn’t put his hand on what exactly, but he chose not to risk it either way.

At least the path back to Min Jun offered no further complications, aside from the light disappointment over his discovery – one which Jaejoong chose not to mention in case the prince would feel tempted to do something stupid out of curiosity. Instead he sat down across from him in silence at first, eyes focusing on the other elf before he sunk the tip of the dagger into the soft ground next to him; ready to grasp in case it was needed. “We should be safe,” he then announced quietly, but something in his voice seemed to linger; not finished yet, because there was more he wanted and needed to say. “Prince, what you mentioned earlier ..” Perhaps it was a bad choice to do this while Min Jun was exhausted and irritable, but perhaps it was a good choice for pretty much the same reason – him being exhausted, less likely to register what Jaejoong had to say in response. If the Nightmother felt inclined to a special joke, perhaps the night elf would already be asleep and unable to hear this altogether.

“.. I could,” his voice nearly lost itself among the trees, carrying just across the small distance between them. “If I allow myself to trust you like I never trusted anyone in my life before. That is why I pushed you away – because it scared me; knowing that you already are closer to me than anyone has been in a long time. And knowing what could come from it.” His gaze drifted now, away from Min Jun and towards the darkness lurking just beyond the trees they had stopped under. “Whenever I care for someone, they tend to get hurt one way or another. Slaves would be punished for my rebellion if my master found out I liked them too much, cared too much; sometimes they would be sent away altogether. And you,” a light laugh slipped past Jaejoong’s lips, weaving into the last word, “you are so wonderful and royal and new because nobody commands you. I don’t know if that puts me at more of a risk to care for you or less, but it is what makes me hesitate. Because the slave falling in love with the prince ends in tragedy and you’re too important to me, already, to screw this up.”

Drawing in a deep breath, the halfblood now shook his head upon exhaling it again. “But nevermind. You should sleep, we’ll need to cross these woods tomorrow.” The flame on Jaejoong’s fingertips dimmed to a barely-there glow, illuminating just their immediate surroundings and putting a light glimmer into deep brown eyes as he glanced back at the night elf. “I’ll watch over you.”

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Perhaps Min Jun should have made a plan before he took off into the deep and dark forest with the servant. And he did not eat the bread offered, tucked it into his bag instead. Hunger was a foreign feeling here it seemed and his stubborn anger towards Jaejoong was still there. Weakened perhaps by the rough surroundings and his fear for the unknown, but still there. As Jaejoong left he just stared straight ahead, exhaustion tugging on his eyelids as he felt himself slip away slowly; only to wake up again as Jaejoong returned. 

He frowned, not wanting to hear what Jaejoong was going to say. Like a child he was stubborn, hurt and closing off. Building a wall around bhim, brick by brick. Yet Jaejoong managed to stop the construction for a moment. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He answered. “Whether you love me back or not, whether you remain by my side or not. I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promised that. Didn’t I?” His black eyes closed for a moment, it bothered him that Jaejoong would ‘watch over him’. The prince frowned, his ears fell down a little and he opened his eyes again to watch the halfblood. Observing him for a moment before he huffed and moved to the other side of the tree. Where he would be just a shadow. “You don’t need to watch over me, I don’t think anyone will come here. Just sleep as well.” I am not a kid, Jaejoong.

He didn’t sleep, the prince was awake for hours as he thought about what the servant had said. He didn’t understand why Jaejoong was so sure that he would be hurt. Perhaps slaves had been in the past but he was a prince, not a slave that could be punished. Was it all a cheap excuse from the halfblood? A reason to reject him without being pushed away? “ -you’re too important to me, already, to screw this up.” His words echoed in his memory, Jaejoong sounded so sincere. Yet Min Jun could still see the dark marks on his arms where Jaejoong had held him. Screamed at him in anger- he shivered because the memories of the night before returned. How he pressed against the servant, demanded his lips and his touch in ways he had only dreamed of before. 

It was all a mess, Min Jun decided eventually as the light shone through the trees. A green haze spreading through the forest and the royal stood up and yawned. Deep dark circles under his eyes betrayed that he had not fallen asleep. The elf was thirsty and realized that he had only one bottle of water with him, which was most likely not enough. Idiot, next time you run away to proof a point bring food and water. 

The bottle was pulled from his bag and he took two sips before pushing it into Jaejoong’s hands. “Drink.” was all the other got as a ‘good morning’ before the elf took off into the east. The path became more and more nonexistent as he went on, his grumpy mood only worsening as he started to fall over roots and stones. Exhaustion slowly taking over the prince as he fell for the seventh time within the last fifteen minutes. This time he remained on the ground for a few moments, groaning in the back of his throat before pushing himself to his knees and glaring at Jaejoong. Daring him to say something. But, luckily, his attention shifted over to a small cabin. “Look, see!” He called out and quickly scrambled to his feet as he stumbled over to the small house within the woods. Opening the door it proved to be empty and it even had a bed and- “food and water.” Min Jun murmured as he saw big bottles of water and some dried meat. “This must be some kind of hunters cabin like in the books I have read.” He sat down on the bed and then let himself fall on the soft surface. 

The prince fell asleep immediately, the irritated expression disappearing from his face as he slipped into a deep state of dreams. Mumbling Jaejoong’s name within his most sacred dreams, his fingers and ears twitching slightly as he turned in the bed. 

The door of the cabin opened and a dark and tall figure stepped in. He was wearing a black uniform made out of dragon leather and snakeskin which was only a few shades darker as his almost black skin. Long white hair fell over his broad shoulders with several braids hanging in between the long straight locks. His eyes were pitch black with red shimmers seen within when they caught the light and a permanent smirk plastered on his heart shaped lips. 

“Well, well, well what haz sneakedz into my cabinz?” Sounded in a thick Antivan accent as the male looked at Jaejoong and Min Jun both. 

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On golden streets we dance free

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“Well, this is what it feels like.” Messy and fucked up and exhilarating. Jaejoong had spoken quietly, with his mind too preoccupied by watching the tears stream down the other’s face to notice what his words implied. A small part of him felt bad for making him cry, while the other – bigger – one wanted to be triumphant. Not only did Min Jun deserve to hurt right back, but he seemed to have shaken loose something within him, because the night elf no longer tried to make him leave. For a split second he even leaned against him instead, the servant’s hands coming up around his waist to steady him on instinct, but the touch was too fleeting and gone too quickly again.

There was silence on the halfblood’s part now, because No, he did not think him such an imbecile. More likely to fall for an illusion he believed to be real if anything, but Jaejoong knew when not to push the fight. His shoulders were still tensely locked and his jawline clenched, expecting a blow whether it would be physical or verbal, once Min Jun worked through his shock and it would be deserved. With everything Jaejoong had just thrown at him, it was close to a miracle that the prince had not ordered any punishment and yet .. He said he wouldn’t hurt me like the others. And that much, at least, was true. Whatever pain the other inflicted with this, it was exclusively linked to him; special in the most ironic ways.

A frown crossed the servant’s face, when his eyes followed the finger pointing towards the door and for a split second he wondered if this was it, the moment where Min Jun finally sent him away because he had the stubborn prince pushed too far. But then everything turned out so much different all over again. He blinked, painfully aware of how confused his expression had to seem as he stared at the night elf who just made such a ridiculous request – such a ridiculous, tempting ultimatum, which had the halfblood swaying a little towards the door without moving just yet. Jaejoong was close to asking where he planned to go, why he wanted to take him along and how he expected to slip out of the palace with two bags undetected. But all of those were doubts he couldn’t show right now, not if he wanted to prove that he trusted Min Jun and so his only reaction was a nod in the end. “I’ll go with you.” I’d go anywhere with you, if you asked.

His feet carried him down the flight of stairs quickly, back to his own room where it did not take long for him to prepare a bag with clothes and everything he would need to travel .. for how long? A few days, a week, a month? It depended on how soon the emperor’s men would find them, he supposed, but didn’t wish to waste his thoughts on that dreadful event just yet. And so when he returned, he wore more comfortable clothes than before, a bag dropping to the ground next to the door after it clicked shut behind the halfblood again. By now most of his anger had faded into a giddy anticipation over what would happen, how ridiculous this entire plan was and it would probably land him in the dungeons sooner than they could leave Aranarth, but for once Jaejoong didn’t care. What mattered was the prince, his intentions and the determination to prove him wrong that no one had gone such lengths to before. He should have always mattered more, did, in fact, but he’d given up the chance to say it hours ago.

“We’ll need to get you cleaned up before we go,” he crossed the room, now no longer with rough hands but the firm yet careful touch that tilted his head up as he made quick work of binding the prince’s hair back. “.. I’m sorry for making you cry,” it escaped his lips quietly, eyes focused on his work and not the dark orbs of the night elf. “Not for everything I said, but for that I am.” Only now his gaze finally connected with Min Jun’s, his lips curving to show the slightest smile and perhaps the most gentle expression ever since he arrived in Aranarth and set foot in this room again. “The runaway prince and the whore from the slums,” Jaejoong mused, fingers brushing the last loose strands of hair out of the other’s face. “Now that’s a story for a novel.”

He took a step back before Min Jun could respond however, before anything could tear apart this fragile agreement for peace that they’d arrived at for the moment. Things weren’t perfect, not even good yet, but at least neither of them seemed eager to tear the other’s throat out any longer. “We should leave soon; mingle with the people outside, it’s easier to hide in the crowd than on an empty street at night.” Jaejoong was half-rambling at this point, only to fill the silence before the prince had any chance to respond to his previous words. “But .. where do you even want to go?”

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If this is what love is, I don’t want it. Thoughts that never were spoken out loud, not right now anyhow as everything was a mess and anger was stronger than pain and fear and reason. Jaejoong went and Min Jun was left in the room, allowing him to collapse for a moment or two as he grasped his hair and cried into the pillow before he continued packing his bag. Throwing in whatever he could take. And gold, a lot of gold. He was ready when the other returned, pushing him away when he fixed his hair. Anger obvious in his eyes. “Keep your apologies.” He snapped at the servant, obviously hurt and angry. “and stop doing that.”  he added as he pushed away Jaejoong’s hand. “Just because you can come with me to see that I am serious doesn’t mean you hurt me and you were terribly wrong.” He stepped around the other. “You were never just pretty clothing to me, never just a whore. No matter what you think you know.” He paused “What you said- it showed that you don’t know me. But maybe you will, now we go.” 

A small note was left underneath his pillow, where Jaejoong would not see it but the maids would find it. A note to reassure his father, for his father would not have to suffer through losing the last part of his family. He ignored whatever Jaejoong was saying as he slipped through the familiar hallways and through the kitchens to the hole in the bushes out onto the streets or Aranarth. The sun was setting and Min Jun was still set on ignoring the other until they were outside of the city where Min Jun turned to Jaejoong and grabbed his arm, unlocking the chains and throwing them on the ground. He stared at the other before turning towards the forest and walking in a steady pace towards the line of trees and only hesitating a short moment as he entered the dark forest. 

Of course he was scared, but he tried not to show it as he followed the path that started to become more and more overgrown by plants and roots coming up from the ground. The elf stumbled over one big root and fell onto the ground, snapping at Jaejoong to stay away as he got up and wiped the dirt off his face. There were tears in his eyes, he was terrified now that the night had fallen and he realized what he had done. But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t, show Jaejoong. He turned around to Jaejoong and pointed at him “I had other servants,” it seemed to come out of nowhere, but the thoughts had been brewing in his mind. “and they were really handsome and beautiful too. And I have beautiful maids, really nice looking gardeners. And I never fell for them, so your stupid assumption I will just fall for some other servant isn’t true.” He stepped closer “And I didn’t want to throw you away. I wanted to protect myself because I made a fool out of myself because you pushed me over boundaries.” He pressed his lips together “If you had not been such an indecent fool and had listened when I said no none of this would have happened.” He blushed “I would not have confessed to you.”His ears twitched as he lowered his hand and shook his head.

“Jaejoong-” he asked “is there even a chance you will love me? I am not demanding or deciding what you should feel. I am asking if you will- if there is a chance for you to look at me the way I see you.” He waited before frowning and shaking his head again and turning around “Don’t answer that, we continue.” 

A fire lit the way and the prince had sore feet. He continued until he felt pain with every step and he sat down eventually underneath a tree. Glaring at Jaejoong as he tried to get comfortable and rubbed his feet. A branch snapped in the bushes and the elf turned his head in fear before he cursed in his head to have come here in the first place. He hated it here, there were probably dozens of monsters, no beds, no food and he was cold. He pulled up his knees and closed his eyes. “Try to sleep, we will travel further when sun comes up again.” he ordered as he felt a branch poke his neck and he wanted to cry.