[M] - Mature content

It had been a while since she woke up but the arm around her waist made it difficult for her to get up from bed. She just wanted to stay like this a little while longer and stare into the face of her beautiful lover.

Elara watched as his chest rose and fell slowly after every deep breath he took, his muscles relaxing as she trailed her hand from the middle of his broad chest down to the mark on his collarbone. Her finger traced along the tail feathers of the creature. It's wings spread wide and just above the head and its beak were some old ancient words she couldn't make out.

Not like she could read the language, but the faded mark on his skin although permanent was still so beautiful.

"You're up?" She heard his husky voice and met his eyes. He immediately reached out to caress her cheek and she could not help but lean into his touch.

"I can't help but stare at you." She said as she placed her lips on his palm and pushed him flat on his back so she could lay on top of him. Jimin grunted as they moved and she couldn't help but notice his thick arousal between his hips.

"I'm not going to apologise for being a male. That's just how the anatomy works." He groaned as he stared at her with hooded eyes.

"No need to apologise." She smirked at him, her hands smoothing down his hard abs, his hips then palming him, making him hiss at the contact. A curse escaped his lips as he surged his hips up into her hand, wanting her to do something. Anything.

Elara couldn't help but be aroused at the way he grimaced under her touch. Jimin was fearsome in the battlefield. He was powerful and determined and pretty much had everything his way when he held a weapon. In bed however, although he was obviously the dominant one; he sure as hell loved it when she took charge. She watched as he arched into her touch; his head tilted back, fighting the urge to come too soon.

She leaned in closer to his ear and whispered, "Tell me you want me, Jimin. I want to hear you say it."

"Fuck." Another curse escaped his lips, and before she knew it he had turned them over and pinned her under him. Elara let out a soft giggle and lifted her head to kiss him, only to find herself gasping when he pressed his thick arousal into her stomach.

"Say it Jimin." Undulating herself between them. Desperate and needy for him.

"I want you." He breathed hard, "I want all of you." He growled as he palmed her, not surprised that she was already so wet for him. "You're all mine." He said as he grabbed her legs and spread them wide, pushing his blunt head inside and watched as she took him all in. Her beautiful body arching under his body.

And as much as he wanted to have his way with her, all rough and animalistic; he wanted to take his time with her this particular time. He wanted to watch her unfold beneath him as he slowly and passionately made love to her.

This war was taking too much from them. Fighting meant losing lives and loved ones, sometimes to the point of even losing oneself but keeping quiet and not fighting did not mean the suffering was any different.

Elara smoothed her hands up his biceps then cradled his face. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked into her eyes.

"Don't think." She said to him. "Just stay with me." Wrapping her legs around his waist, letting him know she wanted him to continue.

Namjoon made a mental note to revisit his dealer and restock himself with more of his Hops. The last couple of rolls he had he finished in one sitting. He curled and uncurled his fists, he could physically feel nothing but it was not the actual physical pain that he was trying to numb out. The thought of actually seeing his brother again had stressed him out greatly. The last time he had met Seokjin was when they were drafting men into the military, which was around 3 years ago.

God, had it been 3 years already?

He dragged his palm across his face. His body and mind was tired, but he had no time for rest. He needed to report back to Jimin.

He pushed through the main door of the compound and climbed up the main stairs, two at a time. This place was nothing close to what he imagined a palace would be like but it was the closest thing to a home he ever had. Other loyal fighters lived in this compound as well as it was easier for them if Jimin decided to hold a meeting. As he reached the landing on top of the stairs, Namjoon started to wonder if any of them would have some Hops on them. He could probably ask them later.

His heavy boots made his way to Jimin's door and threw it open.

"Fuck!" He watched as Jimin pulled away from his lover and covered her with the bed sheets.

Elara was panting under the man. Her hair splayed out a mess on his pillow while her hand kept a hold of the sheets close to her chest. He had forgotten to knock again but then again, he was not one known for his manners. Jimin had stuffed himself into his trousers and stormed towards Namjoon, slamming him against the wall.

"The fuck is your problem Namjoon!" Jimin growled at him. Namjoon was fixated on Elara who was now sat up on the bed, her blonde hair softly sitting on her bare shoulders. He somehow started to imagine a different woman with long black hair on that bed. On his own bed.

"You keep staring at her and I swear your eyes would no longer be in your skull. You got it, my brother?" Jimin pressed him further into the wall with a death grip around his collar.

"Duly noted." Namjoon responded and the shorter man let go of him.  Jimin made his way to Elara and handed her his shirt.

"What is it that you need to tell us, Namjoon?" Elara spoke up as she put on Jimin's shirt, pulling out her hair and letting it flow again over her shoulders.

"Any updates on the intel?" Jimin asked as he put on another shirt over himself, then strapping on leather holsters over his shoulders and around his waist. The more weapons he could hold the better.

As he saw that Elara was getting out from bed to put the rest of her clothes on, he turned his body around facing away from her. He could sense Jimin glaring at him, ready on his heels if he even thought of taking a peek at her getting dressed.

"We proceed with the extraction tomorrow night." Namjoon said, staring down at his boots. They were dirty and rugged from the dirt and the people he had killed. He started wondering when was the last time he even polished those damn things.

"Who are we extracting?" Jimin asked. Namjoon took a deep breath and imagined the woman he stared at the morning of the kings coronation.

"It's the crown princess."

"Well fuck." Namjoon heard Jimin say. Elara rolled her eyes, and glared at Jimin. She had absolutely nothing against the crown princess except the fact that she was the kind of woman any man would pine over. The princess was beautiful no doubt, dainty and of course, of royal blood. Any man would do anything to protect her. Have her. Fine, maybe she was a little bit jealous. A woman couldn't help it sometimes but in no way was she going to admit that to anyone, especially the likes of Jimin.

"He also needs us to find someone. Said this person is vital for our mission." Namjoon continued.

"Well this intel is demanding quite a lot from us. Considering he is a person from inside the palace? Why can't he do this himself?" Jimin asked, loading and checking each and every one of his revolvers.

"Who is this person we're looking for?" It was Elara's turn to ask and assuming she was already fully dressed, he turned back around to face them.

"I'm planning to bring him here. So he can tell us who we are looking for." Another dull headache started to ring at his temples, he rubbed at them with the ball of his wrist. He desperately needed another roll right now. "Fuck I don't know what he meant, but he wants us to look for the King. The one who is supposed to be next in line and not that motherfucker we saw this morning."

Both Jimin and Elara glanced at each other then back at Namjoon.

"What you are saying is His Royal Highness Min Yoongi is not next in line for the throne?" Jimin asked with wide eyes, hard to believe the words coming out of his own mouth.

Elara got up to her feet and stared hard at the both of them.

"I'll call the others for a meeting." She said and Jimin nodded at her as she made her way out of the room. Of course, even in situations like this Jimin could not help but stare at her until she was out of his sight.

Namjoon cleared his throat and eyed Jimin. He could make out the constricting shape in the front of Jimin's leather pants. "So did you both finish or..?"

Jimin glared at him from across the room. Eyes targeted and his body ready to make his first kill of the day.

"Don't make me put a bullet hole in you, Namjoon."

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A/N: I've been busy with work and other stuff this week and probably will be busy next week too. so i apologise that the updates will be pretty slow. Hope you all like this story so far!