TW: Smut, degradation, rough sex, light pain

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The door creaked open under San's controlled hand. It took him longer than expected to make his way up to Seonghwa's room over the single staircase. When Seonghwa found him in his full suit of armour, it served as an explanation. San must have come from outside straight up here.

"Did you just arrive?" Seonghwa asked since the seraph rarely risked scratching up his polished armour for casual sword fighting. He must have returned from his trip later than anticipated.

San's gloved and steel-guarded fingers rested on the hilt of his sword. His posture exuded power. What did his people think in the Vault of Heaven? Did they regard him with awe for his presence, or was he no more than a soldier to them?

"Yeosang caught me in the entrance hall. I had been meaning to talk to you, anyway."

Shy, Seonghwa brushed his hair back.

"You could have taken a rest first. There was no need to hurry. You may return after you washed up," he offered, embarrassed at not checking first whether San made it home well. But his purpose reflected in San's eyes. The seraph had been eager to be called here, and it was in his interest not to waste a second obeying.

"I may as well rest here. How have you been during this week, my peerless paramour? I hope your politics didn't wear you out?"

Seonghwa appreciated him for caring, adored his attention so, so much, but his nerves were strung in a way he seldom experienced. As he beckoned San inside, his response was more exasperated than he was used to from himself.

"Hongjoong, rather than my politics," he huffed, almost pouty. He could have caught himself, could have reeled back, but he had enough of the waiting and dancing around each other. He needed San, craved him as he craved for air.

The seraph's chain mail jingled when he turned to raise a brow at Seonghwa.

"Hongjoong? Doesn't he respect your sense of duty most?" Ready to have a talk with the sorcerer if he needed to, San directed his frown at the door.

Seonghwa exhaled, reeling in the bubbling violence that wanted to shove San backwards onto his bed. He was never quite himself when San pushed him to this extent.

"To make a baby," Seonghwa deadpanned, arms crossing. He knew he hit a nerve, knew San lay awake in the vault thinking about Seonghwa's body around him. Neither of them deserved the torment any longer.

San's fingers tightened around his sword.

"So he has been diligent. No wonder. He always has something to prove," San chuckled, though jealousy mingled with the darkness simmering in those eyes.

Seonghwa stared at him, heated and restless and needing him so badly.

"You have yet to stake your claim. How long will you make me wait?"

San bared his teeth, but he was better at reeling in all the unpleasant emotions. Usually, both of them were masters at their push and pull, but Seonghwa reached his limit.

"If you are happy with the present dynamic, I won't intrude. I offer myself merely to-"

"Nonsense," Seonghwa hissed. His hand shot forward to catch the leather collar of San's vest, drawing their bodies against each other. He was so lithe before San's broad form in the heavy armour, so breakable. The hand hovering over his waist to catch him wielded such strength.

"Enough chasing me around. Have me or I swear to the stars, I will tie you to this chair right here," Seonghwa threatened with a careless wave at the desk somewhere behind them. He didn't care. He only cared about San's impeccable appearance, the heat radiating through his clothes, and the want in his eyes.

The seraph's lips quirked into a smile.

"I'd be your loyal servant."

"Stop talking already," Seonghwa groaned as he ripped him forward and into a kiss. The force of them was explosive, swiping the ground from under Seonghwa's feet when he was unprepared for San's hunger. A bite stung through his lower lip, then his gasping mouth was ravaged by an impatient tongue. What was meant to be a confession of need became panting mouths and fumbling hands as Seonghwa stumbled backwards, knees weakening by the rush of heat San sent through his body.

Two hands packed his waist, kept him upright and Seonghwa's spine arched into them when San came after him, chasing the tingling heat of Seonghwa's mouth. The elf whimpered, mouth open for San to plunder. He tried to keep up with the impatient pushes of that tongue but got dragged away as if in a storm. Head spinning, Seonghwa could merely hold on to his shoulders, armour in their way as San ravaged him.

"Seonghwa," San moaned into his mouth, tanned skin warm and smooth against Seonghwa's cheek. Overwhelmed, the elf's eyes fluttered as he regained his bearings, leading them towards his bed, only to lose his footing on the steps a moment after. He flailed, but San was right there to swoop him up into his arm. With a yelp, Seonghwa clung to him, but he never got to part their lips. He was a hopeless slave to San's intense kisses that wished to possess Seonghwa down to the depths of his soul. Blindly, the seraph carried him to the bed.

"I missed you so much. Wanted you to call me back so bad," San whispered as he kissed the swollen plush of Seonghwa's lip, suckling on it with an obscene squelch.

"I- I would have if I didn't know how seriously you took your relations," Seonghwa complained, whiny even when San sat him down on the bed. He halted to take off his shoes, but Seonghwa shot up before he could painstakingly peel every piece of armour from his body.

"Come here," he huffed, yanking at San's collar, and the seraph's majestic wings flared to balance himself. One knee pressed onto the mattress, so close and yet so far.

Seonghwa wanted to cry in frustration. He was heated and frazzled, half-hard from having San with him, yet his stupid, perfect husband insisted on his manners.

"I'm still wearing my armour," San protested as if Seonghwa was unaware.

The elf yanked harder and San stumbled, not from the strength but because he couldn't resist Seonghwa's demands.

"I don't care," Seonghwa whined. "I need you in me. Right now."

Tempted by the offer, San came after him, braced his heavy and armoured body by Seonghwa's sides to nip at his neck. His marks stung and were possessive, catching up where he missed out, but Seonghwa bared his throat to him with sensitive twitches. Even still, San fiddled with his armour instead of touching him. And as much as Seonghwa wanted to feel his skin, he would scream if this continued.

"Touch me," Seonghwa panted, hands yanking San's away to put them on his body instead. One gloved hand held his waist, the other found Seonghwa's thigh, smooth on the slide across silk.

Compliant once more, San glanced down, focused those burning eyes on Seonghwa's ready and willing body. Wetness pooled between his thighs at being studied so closely. When Seonghwa sunk back to sprawl out, San came after him, kneeling above to run his fingers over Seonghwa's perked chest and sides.

"You're beautiful."

I know, Seonghwa wanted to wail, not up for compliments and romanticism right now. He needed San to fill that itch, to give him everything and more.

Instead, Seonghwa hurried to hike up his dress. He didn't bother taking it off, just rising it high enough that it bunched over his proud hardness. San looked surprised at seeing it so raging to go, but he was a fool at this point.

"One moment," San said as his hands fiddled with his gauntlets. Seonghwa huffed and yanked the pin out of his hair when it dug into his scalp.

"Just ignore it," Seonghwa begged, but the seraph shook his head.

"I don't want to hurt you on any sharp edges," he responded.

Since he wanted to be stubborn, Seonghwa would be as well. He undid the belts holding the armour pleating on San's hips and threw it somewhere on the bed. His fingers dipped under heavy chain mail to find San's bulge. San stifled a surprised moan when Seonghwa groped him brusquely, undoing the laces of his pants.

"Get inside me, right now," Seonghwa demanded, voice cold as it lost all usual leeway. He yanked San closer, and the seraph stumbled, wings knocking into the posts of Seonghwa's canopy bed. The heat was so tangible, so near, yet Seonghwa couldn't set it off. Desperate, he gripped at San's throbbing shaft, wordless in his warning to rip it off if San didn't hurry.

"Slow down! You'll get hurt," San pleaded, one gauntlet dropping as he went for the other. Rolling his eyes, Seonghwa turned to his knees. He guided himself closer to San, baring that dripping, open wetness to him.

San gulped.

"Please," Seonghwa moaned into his arm, sensitive to every brush of his dress on his heated skin. "Please do it already. I can't wait any longer."

"No."

Seonghwa whipped around.

"Why not?!"

San's hectic movements had slowed, face falling to a disapproving emptiness. He regarded Seonghwa's humiliating state, the tears of frustration pooling in his eyes.

"I'm not here to hurt you, and this is a request I can't aid you with. If you cannot wait, I will return at a later point in time." He sat back, still hard but steely in his resilience. The muscular forearm bare of his gauntlet looked so attractive, so made to hold Seonghwa.

The bed dipped when San made to stand, so Seonghwa sat up as well. His wetness dripped from him to soak the sheets, shameful even as he sat as a pillar of ice.

"You make me beg, then you retreat. Is this the noble way?"

A joyless smile flinched over San's lips as he covered his middle with a wing.

"I want you more than ever before. Want to hold you close and ingrain myself in your body. But in your current state, I can't trust you to tell me when I go too far. I'll send you one of the others. Let's forget about this. Neither of us is in control right now."

He turned halfway, then Seonghwa's voice cut through the air like a whip.

"Don't you dare blame this on me, coward. You keep enticing me, yet when we can finally be one, you turn tail. If you walk out of this door, I will ask Hongjoong to assume your appearance and press me down."

Anger flashed across San's brow. He exhaled, gulp heavy as he stared at the upset beauty of his husband.

"How cruel you can be. All because I wish to protect you."

Seonghwa whipped around, not interested anymore as he reached for the chest with his treasures. He was furious, but his body throbbed with want. If he went to one of the others now, he would be unnecessarily harsh on them for something San did.

"Your protection right now is just as cruel on me," Seonghwa snapped. He opened the little chest, exposing its contents to the air, and then everything happened at once.

The rush of wind hit him first and Seonghwa's initial instinct thought it was the door slamming shut. But the bang never came and the tears pricking at Seonghwa's eyes never made it down his cheeks.

A weight hit his back, heavy and full of hard edges. Three pairs of wings cut like a blade, splintering into the wood of one of the canopy posts. Seonghwa yelled at the crash, going down under the overwhelming pressure on his back.

A violent hit sent the casket and its contents flying to scatter over the ground. The curtain fluttering down on them came right after as San pressed Seonghwa flat to the bed.

"Didn't you say-" Seonghwa began, but San didn't have it anymore. He shoved Seonghwa's head into the bundle of his blanket with his gloved hand, harsh in forbidding skin contact. Words cut off, Seonghwa squirmed below him, but San's weight couldn't be bucked off. Especially when Seonghwa trembled in exhilaration and want.

"I keep being impressed how you can rip everything I ever believed in away from me, time and time again," San growled, voice that of a beast as his fist bunched into Seonghwa's dress. The fabric ripped under his forceful yank, cast aside as Seonghwa's pale and beautiful body came into view. He wound himself against San's grip, moan helpless when a bold hand packed onto his behind, giving a rough pull to expose his soaked entrance.

"Am I no more than your slave? Is there no way to resist your lure?" San hissed and yanked Seonghwa's head up so he could gasp for breath. Hair a wild mess bunched into San's fist, Seonghwa panted.

"In-Inside me, I'm begging you," he sobbed, so hard against the pillows yet unfulfilled as long as San's heavy length only rested against his thigh. He needed to feel it in his guts, needed its seed, its children, all of San and more.

"I said you would get hurt," San repeated, punctuating every word in the way Seonghwa did earlier. When the elf cried in displeasure, San slammed him back down and crudely sunk two fingers into his heat. They moved harshly, uncaring of the calloused heat stirring Seonghwa up in the best way. The squelch was obscene and wet and Seonghwa hiccoughed as he rocked into it, eager to the touch. He dribbled miserably where he wound himself, utterly San's victim.

A knock on the door interrupted them, but San didn't let up and didn't let Seonghwa breathe to answer. As the elf panicked to worm away from the punitive grip, he tightened around the fingers hammering into him below. They handled Seonghwa with the coarseness of a weapon.

"What?!" San yelled, pinning Seonghwa's squirming body with his elbow. Pressed down so well, Seonghwa's eyes rolled back as he felt San's strength, his weight.

"Is- Is everything fine in there, Your Majesties? I heard a crash," Seungyoun asked nervously, voice small like a mouse.

"Get lost!" San roared, and Seungyoun's steps dashed away.

Seonghwa wanted to chuckle and croon at the angel for the rare misbehaviour, but San left him no chance to breathe. He plunged a third finger inside, spreading them in the moist heat that never stopped gushing, so enthusiastic to have him inside. Though suffocated, Seonghwa wriggled his hips back against him.

"So greedy. Our dignified emperor is no more but a whore for any rod hard enough to enter him," San spat at him and leaned forward, pinning Seonghwa with his weight as cruel fingers jabbed right into his nerve bundle. Seonghwa squirmed and wailed, but there was no escape. He came all over the sheets, almost blacking out as he slumped to San's fingers. When they ripped away from him to yank at his cuirass, he let Seonghwa fall. The elf turned his head to pant in some air.

"San, please. Please, I want no one but you right now. Give me everything."

The armour clattered to the ground, uncaring. With his legs and left arm still wrapped, San scooted back, forfeiting the rest of his patience. Seonghwa babbled and pleaded maniacally, as if he would die if San didn't enter him tonight.

The warning of a tip against his entrance wasn't long enough to ready himself. San thrust in to the hilt in one shove and Seonghwa gagged, fingers scrambling over the sheets to pull himself away, to ease the strain.

San trapped him with a hand over his shoulder, caging Seonghwa in. He dictated their position and Seonghwa's back arched to keep him buried when he braced on his knees.

"You aren't going anywhere," he hissed into Seonghwa's nape, panting into his sweaty curls. The elf squirmed, feeling too good all at once. His insides engulfed San, cherished his presence as Seonghwa drooled into the pillows.

"I will give you what you want," San panted as he snapped his hips forward, burying deep. A constant growl rumbled in his chest as he felt Seonghwa's unfamiliar channel, the wetness and hunger of it.

The bed shook with every thrust and the three remaining posts rattled in their hinges when San's wings spread to offset his movements. He speared deep, not wasting time with a romantic slow grinding or shallowness for the sake of adjusting. He went deep enough for Seonghwa to feel him in his throat and he was ruthless about making his home there.

"I will pump you so full of my children until you overflow; until you have no more brain for your unreasonable requests. And you will take it."

Seonghwa's head flung back, rocking into every deep slam. He felt as if his body reshaped to form just for San, to make space for him, invite him in with a red carpet and a cup of tea. His womb ached as it wanted him so bad and Seonghwa wailed into his arm, biting at himself to ground himself through his throes.

San's armour dug into his legs, scratching and nudging at Seonghwa, but he didn't care. He eagerly welcomed San in, spread his thighs as if in heat. It only made San growl harder, hips shoving into Seonghwa's to ravage him with his pulsating, heavy flesh.

"No one gets to see you like this. Just me. I will hack anyone else apart," San hissed, leaning over Seonghwa to press a bruising kiss to his lips. He left handprints on his waist when he seized it, holding it in place to jab without mercy. Seonghwa knew he would ache in the morning, knew his skin would bleed where San's armour chafed it open, but the pain spurred him.

"Just you," he promised in a coarse yell. His arms held to each other, quivering from head to toe as everything was too much.

San pinned him with both hands, pressing Seonghwa's chest into the bed as he abused his willing, wet entrance. He lost his rhythm, wings flapping and quivering as his orgasm shuddered through him. An impatient leg knocked Seonghwa's thighs further open so he could bear into him, as if he wanted to crawl into Seonghwa's body to make his home there.

"Take it. Take it all."

San held him down, leaving him nowhere to flee as he burrowed as deeply as possible. Seonghwa scrambled and tried to crawl away from the overwhelming strain, but San pressed even the breath from his lungs with his brutal grip. He didn't stop coming, pent up after many weeks. No matter how Seonghwa sobbed and wailed under the pressure, he didn't yield.

Seonghwa came untouched. He trembled through the feeling of San's heat inside him, tears and drool mixing under his face. San bit at his nape and shoulders, still hard, still pushing so deep even when Seonghwa's body tightened and convulsed with his orgasm.

The second Seonghwa stopped cramping, San whipped him around. He stared down at the heaving chest of the elf, the limp hands and tear-filled eyes. A dark pride swam in San's eyes, a desire to debauch him more. To leave nothing of his regal appearance.

"P-please," Seonghwa begged with parched lips, and he didn't know what he was begging for. When San leaned over him, covering him so deliciously with his weight, he slid back inside, rocking without a break. His fingers ripped the armour off his arm as he aligned their foreheads. Mean words whispered against Seonghwa's lips.

"Don't think we will be done anytime soon. By the time I leave this room, you won't have the power to walk over to Hongjoong or the voice to call him in," San promised, sinister though desire shot right back down Seonghwa's stomach.

San held Seonghwa's mouth shut when he took him on his back so his noises wouldn't alert anyone. Something else on the bed broke under the harsh snaps of his hips and Seonghwa couldn't feel his back anymore as he thrashed in his hold. Later, San ate at him when Seonghwa's slick depleted before he slammed him down on the drawer and took him on the moaning wood. They didn't break that one, but Seonghwa moaned his throat raw when each thrust poised right against the bud leading to his womb.

San was almost done with him then, but the second Seonghwa slumped, weightlessly, and white liquid trailed down his thighs, he lost his regained cool once more. Seonghwa remembered another round right on the floor in the middle of the room, of San's weight on him, big and heavy, as his wings spread above them like death's embrace. The seraph shook from exertion, but his kisses were doting.

By the time San was done with him, all his golden come pooled from Seonghwa, since it had nowhere to go. The elf lay like a broken doll, bruised and limp, but so, so happy. His sated eyes were full of adoration when San picked up his shambles and carried him to the bath to wash him. As he promised, Seonghwa had no more voice to complain and no might to lift even a finger. He could only close his eyes and leave himself to the doting touch of his over-caring husband. All the while, as San ran the soft washcloth over Seonghwa's skin, he whispered confessions of his love against the barely conscious elf's ear. Seonghwa's smile was almost invisible, but their souls matched their tunes as they tended to each other.