𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,100 words

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

Seonghwa's breath hitched as Hongjoong's lips lingered against his, the demon prince's hands tracing delicate patterns across his heated skin. His thumbs folded into the dip of his hips and he breathed heavily in through his nose as his shadow on the wall gradually grew darker.

"You taste so much better than what I first imagined," he murmured amused with the way the phoenix's lips parted soundlessly and his hips searched for any resistance.

He tasted like a heart stuttering in a rough chokehold, a whirlpool of conflicting emotions-lust, fear, anger-all flashing across his face, pulling at his eyebrows in all possible directions as he clearly tried to maintain that fine control he was so fucking obsessed about.

The demon prince moaned shamefully, his hunger insatiable and raking down the naked thighs spreading so welcoming in front of him, fingers finding home around the warm flesh. He chuckled darkly, enjoying every single second he spent on stripping another layer of Prince Seonghwa's defense, every barrier he had carefully carried with him when he had crashed through the windows the first night he landed here was breaking down.

"You're fighting it," Hongjoong said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "But you won't win, darling. Not against me."

Seonghwa's eyes flashed, anger momentarily cutting through the haze of desire. "Do not underestimate me, demon."

But the threat seemed much more hollow than what the phoenix gave it credit for. And Hongjoong basked in the feeling it gave him. His hands stretched his thighs further apart, eyes following the flaring skin down to his dripping arousal pressing to his stomach. Seonghwa could never win.

"Hongjoong," Seonghwa whined after a moment of silence, leading one of his hands down to touch himself. All his senses triggered, his body jerked at the light touch, his chest staggering on his deep breathing, and he pushed his plush lips apart with a sigh.

The demon chuckled at the sight, his smirk widening as if he could read Seonghwa's thoughts, as if he knew exactly how close the phoenix was to breaking. "Your fire burns bright, little bird, but fire can be tamed."

A mixture of fear and excitement spread from the other, coursing right through the demon's hands from where he was grabbing his flesh. The fizzling energy rattled into his bones. Prince Seonghwa was falling apart in a silent protest, and he had barely even touched him yet. How sweet. His burning eyes pleaded with him to do something about the pulsing pain between his legs.

And then, suddenly, Hongjoong was choking on his breath, a pair of surprisingly strong hands clamping down around his throat as he got pulled down. The demon's black eyes filled with moisture, and his hoarse sounds silenced the moment he felt teeth biting into his lip. Hard. A challenge, a promise, and something more. It was filthy.

Seonghwa's eyes shot open when a pair of Hongjoong's fingertips forced their way into him. The darkness swirled within him, creating black speckles of dust around his body meeting with the phoenix's sizzling sparks exploding from his skin. His fingers, cold and now wet with magically acquired lubrication, easily slid into the other's warmth. The phoenix prince's stuttering sound muffled into Hongjoong's cheek, his hands slipping away from his throat in no time as both his arms hit the mattress heavily.

"You think you can resist me?" Hongjoong whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can fight what's already in you?"

He was so tense under the touch, his chest barely rising beneath him while Hongjoong teased his digits further into the other. The Prince Perfect was out of breath.

And Hongjoong fucking loved it.

His fingers thrust upwards, slipping as deep as they could reach before Seonghwa couldn't hold his breathy whines anymore. His hands reached for the demon prince's arms but he could only grab his shoulders from this angle, readably blinded by the bliss coursing through his system.

"H-Hongjoong.. en-hng-enough-"

The demon giggled evilly and leaned further down over the other, pressing a second finger against the rim, "I thought you wanted this? You want more than two of my fingers, huh?"

Seonghwa would look so pretty begging for his cock.

He didn't let Seonghwa answer before easily sliding another digit in, having him swallow his surprised gasp with an immense startle that even Hongjoong was able to discern from his scrunched expressions. Seonghwa's flushed lips parted with an impatient moan caused by the betrayal of his grinding hips, drops of precum trailing down his warm stomach.

"No-no more prepping- I, I can take it-" the phoenix pleaded, "I promise, Hongjoong, I'm ready."

Hongjoong hummed with fake thoughtfulness, drawing out the carnal tension the more he let Seonghwa wait. The line of his body lifted like he was given access to the brightest of his soul and Hongjoong was too busy toasting his victory, eyes drinking up the needy body in front of him.

Like a dying man, Seonghwa's breath shuddered, his eyes glassy as they flickered across the chamber's ceiling. The demon prince chuckled darkly when he thrust his fingers a little harder into his heat, letting his magic flow through the entrance to the other's system until he felt the power starting to simmer in the outline of his own skin.

Seonghwa gritted his teeth at the way his body was slowly becoming possessed, though the vexation hadn't a long time to exist before the threads of darkness soon pulled him flush against Hongjoong's fingers, eyeballs rolling around in his skull until his pupils entirely disappeared in the whiteness.

Prince Hongjoong leaned down over his body, hand sticking to his skin as he let it slide up against his ribcage. Lips brushed against his chest, and the demon's whispering words wrapped him in a hailing curse, blowing at his erect skin, "So you want my cock, darling?" His teeth caught at his pointy chin, nibbling gently.

And Prince Hongjoong had all the control he wanted of Prince Seonghwa's body, having him arch into him with only a single strain of his wrist.

"Mghnnnhh want more."

Fuck.. he breathed deeply, in through the nose, as he licked the inflamed energies on his lips. The phoenix's erection pressed against his still-clothed thigh, with desperation rutting his pelvis up against him. He should be thanking Prince Mingi for reasoning his current stay in the other prince's bed.

Hongjoong's other hand traveled south, his forehead hitting the other's burning chest as his head moved along with Seonghwa's squirming body. When his fingers finally dragged along the wet skin pulsing against him, he tilted his head back, looking up at the other's staggering facial expressions dragging through the carved valleys with gushing ecstasy drizzling down his cheeks.

This was what beauty looked like.

"You really are so desperate, little bird."

Hongjoong's will coursed through the other prince's flaring body, and Seonghwa's wide eyes rolled shut while he clawed Hongjoong's sticking skin closer. But the resistance was nowhere when Hongjoong reached out to feel him.

He wanted the chaos, the darkness, the release from the burden of control that he, had carried for so long. He wanted to be consumed by the fire that Hongjoong ignited within him, to let it burn away everything that had held him back.

"Give in... Let go, you want this as much as I do."

He really wanted this.

Something swirled around the tiniest of his fingers, a promise laying somewhere he couldn't quite reach control of himself, blanking the stare of his eyes turned at Seonghwa's sharp tongue wetting his lips through his sinful sounds. This was not how it was supposed to feel like.

He let go of the other prince's cock, wiping off the sizzling hot semen on the bedsheets before he grabbed Seonghwa's face with a triumphant grin and leaned down, his lips brushing against Seonghwa's in a fleeting kiss, "That's it," he whispered, "Just let go."

And give me what I want...

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𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Jongho didn't know what to believe anymore. To say he was confused was an underestimate of the situation. He was behind unhinged of everything happening around him. Nothing made any sense, even if exactly everything made perfectly much sense.

He had put it all together, and the utterance of it all had put the other princes off - and he could understand that. It wasn't just every day you were told your future depended on a strengthened relationship with seven other princes which was seen as pretty much illegal, shameful for all parties involved, and not least to your own blood.

Jongho thought it was impossible - he knew it would never happen anyway, why he shied away from his own statement the moment they all dissolved from the negotiations. His future was screwed anyways, so why try to save it all now?

Because San didn't deserve this.

Sighing, the siren prince stopped his thoughts from wandering past the self-pity before sinful scenes appeared in his head. Everything about this was just plain ridiculous.

Moving to his drawer, he pulled out a clean set of clothes before continuing to the linked bathroom. He quite enjoyed taking a shower every day, scrubbing sweet scents into his skin as he experimented with the different smells of herbs placed on the shelf above the sink. Bathing like this was different from the sea where it never was needed to bath in any water, as it always moved with him down there. The only cleaning he did there was scrubbing his scales from any growing algae - and not even that he did very often. San always nagged him about it, telling him to clean more thoroughly before the algae would grow lumps in between his scales and become hard to dig out. However, Jongho believed the algae was only growing a protective layer on his body, a sure different belief between the merpeople and sirens.

The water flowing out of the shower head wasn't like in the ocean. The water here felt heavier when it hit against his body, and it was tasteless, yet addictive. As Jongho tilted his head back and let the water fill his mouth, he swallowed it with youthful glee. It was cleaner than the freshwater streams his parents had brought him to when he was little, but that only had him swallow more of it. Jongho let his feet slide with the tide.

Streams belted up waves from the depths of his ground, his throat widening as powerful notes escaped his mouth and swirled around the drops of water sliding down his naked skin. The siren prince leaned back against the rough wall when he screwed off the lid, filling his palm with the sweet scents of berries, and started scrubbing it into his skin. His tongue warped around his sweet singing words of illegal archival siren songs his parents forbade him to sing. Jongho hadn't even realised he would know how to speak the foreign language before his vocal cords sang of a yearning heart.

As if he instinctively knew how to sing the tongue. He scrubbed himself clean to the vibrations of his own enthralling powers caught in the walls.

Jongho turned off the cold water a little later, humming along to a melody while he stepped out and dried the trickling water off himself. Stepping forward, he glanced at his human body in the tall mirror above the sink while ruffling the soft dark blue towel through his hair. His full legs still looked so off from where they connected to his hips and down. Unlike San, who looked like a natural.

Jongho hung the towel on a hook in the wall to his right before he grabbed the bundle of clothing he had neatly placed on top of the marble into which the sink was carved. At least his parents had taught him how to dress properly before coming here.

Once he stepped out of the bathroom, he heard the tug on the handle. The prince turned around on his socked feet and stared at the door out into the corridor. Had San come here?

Jongho reached down, grabbed his black dress shoes, and went to sit down on his bed while he put them on. He had been struggling a whole lot with the laces since being forced to walk with them, so he decided on the easier way and stuffed them down into the inside of the shoes instead. He got up from the bed right after, stalking toward the door he unlocked when he reached it.

The siren prince was startled when he was met with the demon's black eyes, his body flinging into the room while his hand was still locked around the handle on the door flinging open. His face crashed right into the heavy wood with a thump and Jongho's jaws tensed before he found his way back to the door opening.

His heart skittered in his chest when he saw the other princes stand by the door as well, all eerily expressionless.

"Uhm hi?" he said, not knowing what else to say.

No one was answering him and the demon prince bumped into the door again when it swung back and forth on its hinges. Jongho leaned a bit further back just in time not to be hit.

"Uh, did something happen?" he worriedly asked, trying to understand why they were all staring like that at him.

Surprisingly, Prince Seonghwa suddenly stepped forward, knees crashing into the solid floor, freaking kneeling in front of Jongho, "I shall do anything for you."

The siren widened his eyes in pure shock, mouth trying its best to say anything. He looked up at the others for any clue. When Prince Hongjoong turned around he stumbled a step before he fell on his knees right into Seonghwa's side, gibberish coming out of his mouth. And then he saw it; how Seonghwa's eyes were glazed over with a thick, misty blue colour. Jongho could only think of Emma having put a spell on them.

"No-no, please, get up from the floor," the siren stressed, hands surging forward and pulling at the phoenix prince's arm.

Seonghwa moved his hand around Jongho's bicep, looking so gone when he stood up again, "So handsome.."

A figure entered through the room, feet staggering like he was still so unused to them. San reached for him, fingers curling into his black shirt and head leaning over, eyes just as washed out as Seonghwa's. And Jongho suddenly understood why his parents had told him never to sing.

The crown prince gave no warning before he kissed him. His little delicate hands moved around his waist and held him close. As sweet as San always was he was also strong, and Jongho closed off the world of soulless eyes staring at him deepening the kiss with the other prince, his damp hair nuzzling into San's forehead. It felt like sinking into deep, dark waters.

To Jongho, that was home.

A moment passed and the siren shifted the slightest until he heard the sound of ripping clothes, San's arms suddenly moving around his neck as his entire body weight leaned on the other. Jongho wasn't prepared for the sudden mass, his sharp teeth scraping across the other's bottom lip before he yelped and tumbled over, his feet tripping over San's fin. Not a single sound of pain came from the merman when he hit the floor, but Jongho winced, the smallest sound of help coming from him. Footsteps rushed into the room, bodies colliding with each other as they raced to get a hold of Jongho's body, pulling him to his feet again. The siren prince's cheeks heated with humiliation as he forcefully pushed Prince Mingi's hands off him again.

Six heads turned to him again, eyes looking dizzy, faces expressionless. Jongho shoved Mingi away when he told them out of his way to San, "San-ah! Are you okay?"

To Jongho's surprise they all moved for him to get to San, not giving him a single sarcastic remark. It didn't feel right.

The siren crouched down in front of San's merman form, careful of his fin this time. The crown prince stared at him in return, like he had planted an entirely new coral reef by himself.

"I have never been better, now that you're here with me.." San hummed.

Jongho frowned, "San, you literally just hit the floor."

A white trail started leaking through the other prince's eye, "Your voice is sooo beautiful..."

At that, he looked around the other princes and Prince Wooyoung's hand brushed through his hair until Jongho pushed to stand again, twisting himself out of the dragon's claws.

There, he noticed the one still standing on the other side of his chamber, looking just as confounded as Jongho was feeling.

"What's happened to them?"

Prince Yeosang's eyes shifted between a litter of different colours, his crown hidden in all his curls as if he had just been running, "I should be the one asking you that," he returned matter-of-factly.

"What?" Jongho didn't know what he was talking about.

"Your voice," the faerie started, nodding towards the others, "I heard it through the walls in the castle and suddenly decided to find out where it came from. As it seems, I was not the only one finding the tones inviting."

The siren turned his head again to see the princes' sedated expressions. His insides churned around when he realised how much he just had fucked up.

"I.. I've never been allowed to sing. I wasn't even aware that my magic would work if I tried."

The faerie prince squinted his eyes the slightest as he curled his arms into crossing each other, "Well, as it seems you must be a natural. I would say it worked pretty well - you've gotten them all enthralled by you," his eyes glinted with something of humor that Jongho hadn't seen on him before.

It pulled at the corners of his lips so sweetly.

Jongho swallowed his mirth before collecting himself again, fuddling a little on his feet, "What.. about you? Why are you not affected by my singing then?"

"I have put a spell on myself that protects me against dark magic. Your magic is dark. There is not much more to explain," Prince Yeosang answered nonchalantly and Jongho nodded understanding.

The other seemed so oddly interested in the matter, "What are you going to do with them?"

His lips felt as if glued together. What was he saying?

"You can make them do whatever you want them to do right now. Your will is their will.."

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