Smut at the end. Read until the arrow this time to skip the smut (mild smut before the arrow but that part is important)

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The evening was spent in a tense politeness. Nobody actually attacked each other but neither did the two groups manage to truly become friends. Seonghwa was sleepy by the time it finally ended and he just wished to go aboard the real Precious already and fall asleep with Hongjoong close by his side.

Wooyoung had fallen asleep already. They had put him on a comfy looking divan in the corner, letting him sleep peacefully while San was now being targeted from the flirty advances of both his clone and Wooyoung's.

A faint clinking sound brought Seonghwa's attention back to the two Hongjoongs who were so devastatingly beautiful in the dim lights of the room even if the dark one had a sinister smirk playing around his lips again.

"We ask you for a bit more patience. We talked about wanting to decide on a leader for both groups as having two might become difficult. However, as the votes would turn out quite obvious we decided to clear this out in private."

The men around the desk nodded curtly, immediately going back to their conversations while both Hongjoongs stood up nearly at the same time. One gave the other a sharp glance, the other just smirked smugly.

"Will you join us?"

Seonghwa blinked at the hand offered to him, slowly taking it. If he managed to catch his Hongjoong alone he might be able to tell him, might turn this situation around before the shadows acted on whatever they had planned.

So he stepped out with them, quietly following them down the corridor and into some other room that was also brightly lit. There was a big bed standing here and Seonghwa felt himself shiver at the implications of it.

Hongjoong's double locked the door behind them.

Seonghwa nervously sat down on the bed, watching Hongjoong lean against the windowsill from the corners of his eyes while his dark double calmly took his hat off, shaking his hair in place.

"I decided to share my dear Hwa with you as a sign of my hospitability. You miss that boy of yours, don't you? Feel free to use mine instead."

Seonghwa bravely did not move when his hat was pulled off too, gentle fingers sliding through his hair.

The actual Hongjoong looked quite repelled by that.

"What is this, you mocking me? This person can not compare.", he drawled lowly, making Seonghwa shiver when his brain recalled the very different instances in which he had heard that voice before. And as it seemed this was going to be one of them too.

"Oh, but he can. You know, right? They are not that different from each other. Don't act all mighty. I saw you staring at him." That Hongjoong gave a snort, continuing to strip himself and Seonghwa down. The other man just watched them reluctantly, still apprehensive.

"He hurt my Seonghwa."

"Hurt him then in exchange. We know of your desires as I have the same. You want to punish him? Then do it. He already agreed to it. This Seonghwa... You can go all out on him."

Seonghwa felt himself shiver again, locking eyes with the dark man looming in front of him. He caught his cunning smirk, worriedly looking over to his Hongjoong who had stepped closer a bit by now.

His dark twin leaned down to nuzzle into Seonghwa's hair, speaking directly against his ear.

"This is the real him. The real Hongjoong. He does not care."

Seonghwa was sitting up a bit straighter, lifting his hands to push the other off only to be warningly bitten in his ear, freezing.

"Ah, don't do it. As we are speaking I'm already planning on killing him. Stay all nice and put and I might let you have him. I promised after all."

Seonghwa could only wait helplessly when he was kissed, feeling the other slowly press him down in the sheets. Both of them were completely nude by now, Seonghwa choking when that Hongjoong immediately slipped slick fingers between Seonghwa's legs. He hated it, hated that this man looked like his Hongjoong, hated the pull in his heart.

"Come on." The clone threw Hongjoong that jar of oil he was constantly carrying around, smugly watching Seonghwa squirm on his fingers. His grin was downright terrifying, him having waited so long to finally do this to him. And now he could while the real Hongjoong was watching.

He hated it.

Seonghwa choked on a moan, turning his head away in order to not look up at that man, trying to ground his heated body by gripping the sheets. This led to him catching Hongjoong's heavy gaze on his face though, another wave of arousal washing over him.

He wanted to tell him so bad, wanted to save him somehow but he had no idea what the other one was planning. Every step could be a wrong one.

"I will take you."

His sudden agreement shocked Seonghwa, made another doubt grow in his brain but the dark Hongjoong took it with ease. He directed another knowing smirk at Seonghwa.

"Take me first, then take him, do whatever you want. Make yourself feel it."

Seonghwa yelped when he took away his fingers too suddenly, leaning back against his double who stepped up behind him. They looked pretty together, both Hongjoongs. Seonghwa grew more restless by the minute, constantly expecting the shadow to snap finally.

Seonghwa met Hongjoong's dark eyes over the shoulder of the shadow and he trembled in fear and need, keeping his lips shut tightly in order not to endanger him.

When was the right timing?

"Come on, prettyboy."

Seonghwa turned his head away when he fet the other close up on him, shutting his eyes tightly as he awaited the intrusion.

It never came however.

Instead something warm splattered over his stomach and chest, making him wonder whether ond Hongjoong just helped the other out sooner than planned. He tried not to imagine it too hard.

A thick silence stretched in the room.

Confusedly Seonghwa turned his head back, just starting to open his eyes when suddenly a heavy weight pressed down on him. A hand came up to block his eyes from view and Seonghwa startled again at the sudden touch. Worriedly he grabbed at the soft coat the man above him was wearing, trying to keep calm.

"H-Hongjoong?"

"Aye, it's me." His voice was gentle, honestly gentle without that underlying poison and Seonghwa desperately pressed closer to him, whining when his middle rubbed against a distinct hardness. His Hongjoong?

"I'm not- I'm the real one, you have to believe me, please, I-", he started rambling quickly, his resolve breaking at that closeness, at the familiar smell of that soap. He regretted his slip up immediately, awaiting a sinister chuckle and the sound of breaking bones but nothing came. The silence felt eerie.

"Hongjoong?" He wanted to see him so bad, wanted to know what exactly was going on that made his stomach clench in fear and then worriedly lifted his hands to let them slide over the other's body, trying to search for an injury. Why was everything so quiet?

"I know. I know you are."

Seonghwa relaxed at that, clinging close to the other man. He knew.

"Are you angry?"

A whine tore out of his throat when Hongjoong suddenly pressed down on him more, sending a mix of pain and pleasure through his body. A breathless chuckle was heard.

"Not as much as I would like to be. I'm glad I noticed before I did something to you. And I'm glad you noticed our scheme before poisoning yourself."

Seonghwa's body protested against all the talking, needing some sort of action instead and he squirmed a bit more, his view still hidden.

"I want to look at you. Can you please- I missed you."

"When I let you look at me, will you promise to let me take this booty too?" He tried to say it seriously but his grin was being heard in his voice, making Seonghwa heave a laugh.

"Aye and please never say it like that again, Captain."

"What did I tell you about calling me Captain in bed?" He left no room for an answer, instead leaning down to capture Seonghwa's lips sweetly. Seonghwa felt as if he could finally breathe again, his heart dancing with joy when he finally fell into Hongjoong's deep kisses again.

Seonghwa blinked when he pulled away, seeing him lean above him finally.

It was his Hongjoong with that playful glint in his dangerous eyes and his white hair. Seonghwa had to smile stupidly in love at him, wanting to kiss him again, keep him close and never let go again.

However, he was missing something. The second Hongjoong had disappeared.

"Where did he go?"

"Where he belongs. Don't worry about it."

That was easy. For now Seonghwa just wanted to know his Hongjoong close to him.

-> Seonghwa easily succumbed to another kiss, helping Hongjoong quickly fumble at his pants in order to slide them down just enough so he could finally give Seonghwa what he needed. He did not soon after, making Seonghwa arch when he finally felt him again.

"Sink me, I missed you. It was so hard to keep myself from just going back and kidnapping you all over again."

Seonghwa felt himself get pulled closer to the other man when he gasped at his first thrust, gripping his shoulders again.

"Did you hope I would come back?"

"I did. But I was not too confident in that. I saw it as the biggest achievement that you allowed me to visit you." The fur of his coat seemed too warm, too ticklish against Seonghwa's sensitive skin but he was not succumbing to the pleasure, stubbornly staring at Hongjoong. He memorized his deliacte features all over again.

"It took me some time to realise too. I've been too blind." He wanted to pull Hongjoong closer, wanted to feel him more, touch him more until they became one. His heart clenched at the many emotions he felt, at the burning need to be close to the other.

"Please- I need-"

Hongjoong understood. He understood and he soothed. He pressed Seonghwa down onto the bed and made him forget all his worries.

It took them not long until Seonghwa was squirming and begging again, choked up by tears and his throat raw from the harsh noises he made.

Hongjoong trembled above him when he finally came, making Seonghwa keen with pleasure and content and he did not even notice himself crying until Hongjoong was shushing him gently. His rough hands touched him gently, wiping any tears and easing the painful emotions away.

"I'm here, I won't let you leave again. It's alright. Let's go back to the ship now. You can take your time and stay in my arms however long you wish."

Seonghwa nodded shakily, biting back a sob and he hated himself for being so emotional, for being no strong man like Hongjoong was even if he was looking at him with those same tender eyes now.

"Don't look around you. I will get your clothes."

Seonghwa whined when their bodies lost contact with each other, breathing harshly in order to calm his racing heart down. His eyes were glued to Hongjoong's form, not wanting to let him go again.

It took him a long minute to notice the blood covering the front of Hongjoong's shirt.

Freezing, he looked down on himself, finding a good amount of red stains on his body too. It was covering him all over, smeared by now but it still was a lot.

Seonghwa's heart was in his throat when he slowly sat up, trying to look on the floor because a terrible thought had formed in his head, making him feel cold all over.

He was just about to see, barely finding a pool of blood on the floor when suddenly a cool hand settled over his eyes again, stopping him.

"I told you not to look."

Seonghwa still lifted Hongjoong's hand away, still looked and felt goosebumps spread all over his body.

It was Hongjoong laying there, the deep cut in his throat gaping wide and his wide eyes empty.

Seonghwa felt like vomiting, the picture ingraining itself deeply into his brain. He breathed for a second, turning around then to look at his Hongjoong. He was kneeling behind him with a worried expression, the black uniform held in his hands.

"It's fine. Let's go back."