Jungkook eyed the line on Jimin's thigh with a great interest. The powder looked as gorgeous as always on his skin, reminiscent of what it looked like when he had splatters of cum on his stomach, his inner thighs, his lower face and neck. Taehyung had picked a wonderful place to have the cocaine spread except it wasn't entirely clear if he was actually going to snort the line. He had just suggested it without thinking it would seem, and only now had it hit him that his earlier remark had been serious. Surely Taehyung could see that this would be fun? Hadn't he found the sensation of the slight high at the hotel pleasurable? Was it possible that he had disliked it, all things considered? The idea that he might have hated it was shocking to Jungkook. How could anyone hate that rush of life; that raw feeling of power?

Jimin might not dabble with cocaine but that was because his poison of choice was Valium and champagne. He liked hypno-opiates, being blissfully light and numb to the point of immobility. He found it more enjoyable to lounge on one of the beds, head balanced on Wangbi's stomach so he could bury his face in her fur and run his hands along the sheets, his bathrobe, his skin. Fingers trailing along his clavicle and down to his navel as if the slightest bump under his flesh was Braille that he could read with his fingertips; blissed out smile on his lips. Cocaine was just too excitable for him, shot him up high into the clouds when he would rather be floating through space dreamily. He had sampled a few experimental drugs in the past but had had very little interest in them and so he stuck to his usual choice.

Jungkook liked that feeling too sometimes, particularly after a horrible day. He liked being stoned and feeling Jimin's fingers and lips playing with his skin. Massaging his shoulders, wrapping locks of hair around his fingers, running his tongue down his spine. Fucking whilst stoned was pretty fantastic. Far out, slow and deliberate and touchy. But he still preferred being high, surging with energy until he was fucking Jimin as fast as his own racing pulse, feeling every thump hard enough to almost rattle his bones and hearing Jimin's moans echoing in his head until he felt like he was going insane.

Yet he knew nothing that Taehyung liked. He knew that he drank, but not as much as expected. He knew that he smoked, for he constantly excused himself to leave and light up on the curb outside of buildings when he had no need to. No one would tell him to leave. He could dab ash everywhere and stub his cigarettes out on the walls and no one would dare voice a complaint. Yet the other man always excused himself in a rather amusingly polite way.

So when Taehyung actually lowered his head, tooter in hand, and snorted the line of cocaine off Jimin's thigh he was actually surprised. Surprised enough to start laughing. It even made Jimin reach over and start patting at his head, lightly ruffling at his hair as if he was a pet. Taehyung didn't seem to mind at all for he was too shocked to do so. The other man let out a deep groan as he tossed his head back, throwing a hand up to his nose. He knocked it rather hard with the back of his knuckles and made a series of noises, no doubt as the back of his nose and throat burned. After a few seconds he lowered his hand and head to look at them.

"Fuck..." Taehyung muttered as he pinched at the bridge of his nose and then rubbed it roughly.

"Good?" Jimin asked as he cocked his head at him. There was playful smile on his lips and he looked very pleased.

"I...I dunno," Taehyung said as he shook his head. He still had that shocked look on his face and he sniffed a few times before blinking. His eyelids flickered, those lovely lashes of his brushing along his cheekbones. "That burnt, shit, Jungkook, that really burnt."

"Yes, but what does it feel like now?" Jungkook asked as let go of Jimin's collar and ran his finger down his spine instead, down the stretch of black silk. Taehyung thought this over for a moment, eyes dropping to study the other man's spread thighs. It was as if he had been asked a deep and meaningful question rather than something simple. After some thought he looked up at him.

"Feels funny," Taehyung replied before giving him a rather sheepish grin. "I dunno, it's just funny."

"He's so cute ," Jimin said as he once again patted at his head, laughing sweetly as he did. He could see just how much Jimin had taken a liking to him, and judging from Taehyung's face he liked him too. Jungkook hadn't seen him smile like this before, a wide and proper smile rather than a fake one for the sake of business; or for pleasing him. It revealed his teeth fully in a rather boxy smile. Cute, made him look somewhat younger. "Honestly, darling, can we keep him?" Jimin joked, or mostly joked at least.

"Of course," Jungkook agreed with a nod. "Taehyung is ours, right?"

"Huh?" Taehyung's pupils had dilated to a rather large size, making his irises look almost entirely black. If he wasn't blinking fast then he kept licking at his lips in that habit of his. A habit that had been a sign of nerves but was also seemingly a sign of excitement too.

"I said, you're ours aren't you?" Jungkook repeated in a firm tone. Not threatening, just ensuring that he understood him. Taehyung sniffed and made a soft noise under his breath. It seemed that the rush was starting to hit him now, pure virgin to cocaine. Jungkook was surprised that it had taken a minute, he had expected it to kick in within seconds. His skin was already getting a little flushed and very soon he would be surging with energy too. Then the other man let out a sudden laugh.

"Of course I'm yours," Taehyung said with that same grin. "I belong to you, Jungkook. I can belong to Jimin too, if he wants me."

"Oh, I want you," Jimin agreed as his fingers ran down from his hair to his chin. He cupped it and then lightly tickled his throat, making Taehyung jerk and then laugh at the contact. "Who wouldn't want you, hmm?"

"More champagne?" Jungkook asked as he got off the chaise lounge. The question wasn't really aimed at anyone for a reply, rather just an excuse to get to his feet and cross the suite to get to the kitchen. The flutes were still there, either fully drained or with slight leftovers in them. Jungkook knocked back the remains and then lifted the second bottle to fill the flutes again.

"...feel, hmm?" Jimin asked, the first part of the question lost on him because he was talking in a low voice.

"Feel like I could...could get up and do shit."

"Oh yes?"

"Yeah, like...I dunno I feel really hyped right now." Taehyung shifted to get upright and Jimin tracked his movement eagerly. "I could just start dancing or running or screaming or something."

"Don't scream, baby," Jimin said with a laugh. "You'll scare Wangbi and me." Jungkook turned his attention back to the flutes and he filled them up. The golden liquid splashed in the bottom of the thin flutes, bubbles floating to the surface.

"Oh Wangbi! Ah, Wangbi!" Taehyung announced in a rather ecstatic tone. Excited, almost puppy-like. "Where's Wangbi?" He turned to look over the room, head turning quickly so his hair messily flew around his face. He sighted her lying on the bed across the suite and then he was toddling over. Toddling seemed the best word to describe it to Jungkook, for he walked with a little bounce in his step. Clearly the cocaine had given him a nice boost. Taehyung crawled onto the bed with a series of almost giggles, the sound contagiously sweet. He crawled right over to Wangbi and then plopped himself onto the mattress. The cat stared at him with rather uninterested eyes but allowed him to start running his hands along her back. His fingers sank into her fur and she clearly liked it for she rolled over into her back to reveal her stomach, head cocked upside down and eyelids half-mast.

"Wangbi likes you," Jimin remarked as he got off the chaise lounge to follow after him. He shot a look over at him and Jungkook saw the smile on his face. Eager and anticipating. "She only does that for people she likes right, darling?"

"Yes," Jungkook agreed as he put the bottle down and stayed by the counter for a moment, watching them both. Jimin climbed onto the bed beside him, as lithe and graceful as ever so that he could lie beside him, cocking an arm up to rest his head on his palm. "She must really like you, Taehyung."

"I swear she's a fucking leopard," Taehyung remarked as he carried on stroking her stomach. This made Jimin laugh and Jungkook moved to stand at the bottom of the stairs. "Such a big cat. I had a dog like...like this big when I was a kid. Really big. He was just a dog though, not a wolf."

"Babe, a word?" Jungkook gestured from across the suite, watching the two of them. Jimin shifted to look back at him and then back at Taehyung, presumably excusing himself. Then he was crossing the room and so Jungkook went up the stairs and into his office. Jimin followed him inside and he moved so that he could rest his back against the wall.

"Yes, darling?"

"What do you think?" Jungkook asked as he eyed the open doorway. He knew that Taehyung couldn't hear them even when the bed was visible through the glass balcony railing.

"About Tae? I like him, a lot," Jimin said, smile playing at his lips showing that he was playing with him. He knew exactly what he was asking. "He's cute, and when he's not nervous he's also very funny. But that could be the drugs talking."

"Do you think Taehyung wants to play along?" Jungkook asked him and Jimin thought this over for a moment before nodding. "How certain are you?"

"Ninety-percent," Jimin replied without any hesitation. "Add a camera to the mix and I'll higher it to ninety-five. A camera always makes people want to fuck more, makes them want to pretend they're porn stars. Sad really, most of them wouldn't have a chance in hell but let them play. Whatever makes them happy." He grinned at this, a rather proud smile on his lips.

"So what are you thinking?" Jungkook asked, glad that they were back on track again. "How do you want him? Because I know that he wants you. I can see it on his face when he looks at you. How are you going to take him?"

"I think I know what I want," Jimin remarked as he spared a glance at Taehyung through the doorway. The man was lying on the bed, staring at his reflection in the ceiling mirror and stroking Wangbi who was lying at his side. "I want Tae to fall apart in my hands. I don't want to be the first, that's for you, darling." Jimin leaned forward to press his forehead against his, on tiptoe to do so. "I just want to play with him first. Loosen him up for you to really enjoy."

"What toy?" Jungkook asked as he held his gaze, saw the smirk on his lips. Jimin was having fun clearly, had been planning this out for the entire duration of the drinking and conversation earlier.

"Your favourite of course, the massager." Jimin shifted back, onto his feet rather than tiptoes. "You might want to get the camera. I'm going to make this another private collection video. Much better than the first." Then Jimin moved to leave the office with an excited grin. Jungkook watched him almost skip down the stairs until he was out of view. He returned once more a few seconds later by the bed, and so Jungkook stepped out of his office and followed after him.

Jimin shifted on the bed to sit by his head and Taehyung just rolled his eyes up to look at him. Then he smiled and said something about Wangbi, about how he wasn't that scared of her anymore. There was that wide smile still on his face and Taehyung seemed rather clueless to it all. So when Jimin shifted to nuzzle against his hair, lying down on the bed so he could get level with him, Taehyung laughed in surprise.

"What're you doing that for?" he asked, turning his head to look at him. As he did their noses almost brushed together and from his position at the end of the bed Jungkook saw his eyes open a little wider in surprise before his gaze shifted up to study his lips. "Jimin?"

"Tae, really I think you're so cute," Jimin said, tone husky. "But you're also handsome too. Has anyone ever told you that you're really handsome?"

"A...a few people have," Taehyung said in a quiet voice, gaze flickering from his eyes and his lips quickly. Unable to settle on one or the other. The fact Jimin was lying upside down seemed to add to his inability to focus.

"Isn't he handsome, darling?" Jimin asked as he sat down on the end of the bed to join them.

"He's beautiful," Jungkook agreed and he saw Taehyung lifting his head slightly to look at him. "Beautiful and talented, smart and very very special." At his praises the other man seemed to relax a little, not as tense. He lowered his head and seemed to recall that Jimin was lying beside him. So he turned his face to look at him. Something almost seemed to pass between them, something imperceptible. No words said, just eyes studying each other's faces. Then Jimin was shifting forward ever so slightly to kiss him.

It wasn't like the kisses in the hotel restroom earlier, rather soft and gentle. Jimin clearly wanted to ease him into it and so he turned his face into the kiss. From his angle Jungkook couldn't really see his face but he could see Taehyung, could see how he took charge of the kiss by opening his mouth and licking at Jimin's lips to get him to let him deepen it. When he parted his lips Taehyung moaned softly. Jimin didn't break the kiss as he shifted his weight onto his elbows, rather just moved Taehyung's head with his own. The shift in position meant that he could reach down and started unbuttoning at his shirt. He was so used to undressing other men that his fingers didn't falter once as he popped the buttons free and only when he wrenched up on the ends to reach the lower buttons did Taehyung seemed to realise and he broke the kiss.

"Uh, I dunno-"

"Oh, Tae," Jimin said in a sweet tone. "We haven't even started yet. It's just your shirt."

"I know I know, but-"

Jimin darted forward to lean over him, hands wrenching open the almost fully unbuttoned shirt so that he could nuzzle against his chest. After a second his mouth moved to his nipple and he latched on ruthlessly. Jungkook heard him sucking on his nipple and that made Taehyung utter a series of breathless noises.

"How can I do this with your shirt on?" Jimin asked, lips pressed against his breast. He licked his tongue out and slowly traced a whorl around his nipple before cruelly flicking it across the nub. Taehyung's feet kicked out and one of them brushed against Jungkook's thigh. "You like this, don't you, baby?"

"Yuh-yeah but-" Taehyung couldn't finish this because Jimin clamped his mouth back around his nipple and proceeded to suck and lick at it. When his hand moved to the other and he pinched at it between his thumb and his forefinger Taehyung almost keened. Jungkook reached up to get to the last few buttons of his shirt and he unbuttoned them and spread his shirt out fully. After a few seconds Jimin released him and moved to press little kisses along his chest. Where his mouth touched he left behind red marks from his sucking lips and biting teeth. "Juh-Jimin, stop please."

Jimin lifted Taehyung's head to gently place it on his thighs, hands still stroking along his chest in little circles. When his thumb rubbed over his still sensitive nipple Taehyung's hips stuttered again and he bit down on his lip.

"Don't be nervous, baby," Jimin cooed in a sweet tone. "It's a reward. A special reward for being such a good boy. Me and Jungkook, we're going to make you feel things you've never felt before. We'll make the earth stop spinning for hours, so just forget about everything else. Think about sex, " he drew this word out and Taehyung shifted on the bed, a nervous little twitch, "and heat, and pleasure. "

"Think about how good it feels to sin," Jungkook added as he ran his hand up his trouser leg. "After everything you've done this week, is this really anything?" He didn't have to say what he meant by this for it was obvious.

Does fucking mean a thing when you've killed a man?

"It's not bad if it feels good," Jimin added in a whisper and then he moved his head to his shoulder. He ran his lips along it until he reached the curve of his neck and then he darted his tongue out and licked up to his ear. Taehyung took a sharp intake of breath at this and Jungkook could see that he was getting aroused. His erection didn't tent his trousers however for he was wearing underwear. Rather he saw a growing bump in the thigh of his trousers. "We'll make you feel good, baby."

Jimin moved so that he could pull on the shoulders of his shirt and remove it. Taehyung got the hint and lifted his back up to allow him to slip it free. He probably didn't expect Jimin to spin it into a twisted stretch of fabric like a rope and then started knotting it around one of his wrists. When he saw what he was doing Taehyung made a surprised noise.

"It's OK, it's OK," Jimin said in a soft voice. "This is just for fun. You know Master likes this, don't you? We're not going to hurt you, Tae, we're going to make you feel good remember?" He paused after securing the first loop of fabric and twisted his head to look at him. "Do you want me to stop or continue? We can stop, but then you don't get your reward. And you earned it, baby. Do you want me to stop?" Taehyung thought this over for a moment and then he slowly lifted his other arm so that he could bind his wrists together. "Good baby. Now we can make you feel good."

"Huh...how good?" Taehyung asked in a rather shy voice. He didn't look at either of them whilst the other secured his wrists together. Jimin did so fast and efficiently, years of expert knowledge on bondage for their films meaning that he did so safely. Not like Taehyung, who had damn near cut Jungkook's circulation off with his rope tying skills.

"Taehyung, I told you once that you would feel like a god in my presence," Jungkook explained as he reached over to touch the waistband of his trousers. "You will see heaven with us."

Taehyung didn't tell him to stop when he started unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers, pulling them down past his thighs and then free of his legs to go on the floor. They would get so terribly wrinkled but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was the sight of his cock straining against his underwear. There wasn't even any awkward glances to be shared because he was too busy in the midst of kissing the other man. Jimin had conveniently distracted him with his lips and he could hear the sound of them kissing, the soft contact gradually getting louder as their tongues got more exploratory, as teeth found lower lips and snagged down to bite.

Jimin was so busy kissing him that he had neglected to even notice the bulge in his underwear so Jungkook dropped his own head over his crotch. That wouldn't do, they couldn't drag this out too long. After all this was their foreplay. He ghosted his lips along the cotton and breathed out his mouth, warm breath causing a wonderful twitch against the fabric. Taehyung moaned and broke the kiss so Jimin moved his face back to the crook of his neck to continue planting little kisses there. Jungkook pressed his lips against his erection and torturously dragged his tongue along his clothed length.

"Fuck," Taehyung gasped and he reached up to grab at the band of his underwear. Jungkook slipped them down with a hard tug, freeing his erection from the material. His cock sprang free and then flopped onto his stomach. Jimin turned his face away from his throat to look and then he let out a breathless moan, clearly excited by the sight. As Jungkook pulled the underwear down to free him Taehyung reached down with his bound wrists and attempted to stroke at himself.

"No touching allowed." Jimin said as he grabbed his bound wrists and held them up over his head, elbows bent. He tucked his own head in between his shoulder and neck, using it as a buffer to stop Taehyung from trying to reach down and touch himself again; hands trapped behind his head. "Master, get the toy."

"Toy?" Taehyung asked, seemingly not at all embarrassed by his nakedness now. He did however looked surprised by the mention of a toy. Jungkook wondered what sort of images flashed through his mind, strange or scary or exciting. If he were to see some of the shit that they both possessed - for personal reasons not film reasons, then he would likely be shocked speechless.

The pole in the bedroom at the foot of the bed. The sex swing in the corner, all leather and chains and velvet. The riding crops that had been abandoned for awhile. Jungkook had found it very hard to sit down after 'Bad' Jimin had last lashed him with one. The collars like the one around Jimin's neck, gags and blindfolds and the kind of shit that would likely make his mother cry looking at it all.

"What'd you mean by toy?"

"To warm you up, baby," Jimin explained as Jungkook shifted to go over to the dresser beside the bed. "First you get to have some fun, and then me and Master can join in. OK?"

Jungkook opened the drawer below the one that contained his knife. The special drawer as Jimin liked to call it. He had even replaced the handles with cut glass knobs shaped like hearts. Cute and typical Jimin. Inside it were the more popular toys: the massager, the o-ring gag, the cock ring, and the camcorder and lube. He pulled the light blue bottle free and placed it on the mattress beside Jimin's thigh and then he lifted the massager out. Taehyung's eyes locked onto it and his lips went rather slack.

The prostate massager was a curved length of matte black silicone with a glossy plastic handle attached to the end, also curved for grip on which there were a series of buttons. There had been quite a few tried in the past but this model was by far the best. Best length, best sensation, best choice of speed and pulses. Jimin was quite possibly obsessed with it, Jungkook knew that he used it often in his absence. Sometimes Jungkook just liked watching him pleasure himself with it, countless videos saved on his phone to watch when he was bored in meetings and in the back of the car. Sometimes he liked to just close his eyes and listen. Jimin had a wonderful calming affect on him, much better than any cocktail of pills. So Jungkook handed the toy to Jimin and he watched how Taehyung's eyes tracked the movement like a hawk. He placed a plug down on the mattress too, for later use, and then he collected the camera and moved to sit back on the bed. He flipped the camcorder window open and turned it on. Taehyung barely even paid attention to it, he was much too mesmerised by the vibrator to care that he was being recorded.

"First we're going to give you a little sample," Jimin said as he wrapped his hand around the handle tightly. "To get you used to sensation. It can be a little strange at first." He ran the silicon head along his thigh tantalising slow, the top and then across to his inner thigh. He pressed his thumb down on one of the buttons to activate it and it came to life with a low buzzing noise. Taehyung jerked in surprise even when it was only touching his skin. "This is going to go inside of you, Tae. Right up inside of you." The other man made another breathy noise at this, gaze burning into the massager. "And it'll feel so right. It'll feel perfect."

Jimin slowly caressed his inner thigh with the vibrator and then slipped it up between his thighs. He was only teasing him with it, meaning to run it along his entrance and then move it away again but Taehyung actually moved his hips to press up against the head of the toy.

"Ah ah ah!" Jimin cooed softly, lips pressed against his throat. "Not so fast, you'll hurt yourself. We don't want Baby to hurt himself do we, Master?"

Jungkook wanted to see nothing more than Taehyung coming undone right in front of him yet he managed to agree with Jimin that that was a bad idea. Yet Taehyung was still trying to nudge himself onto the curved head of the vibrator. Pressing that tight ring of muscle against it as if he could force it inside of himself.

"First we need to get you ready. Master you can do that just right, can't you?" Jimin reached over to pick up the bottle of lube and he looked up at him. Oh he was enjoying this too much. Jungkook could tell looking at him that he really was enjoying this, this little game of theirs. Jungkook might have had the camera in hand but he only needed one to hold it. So he held his free hand out to Jimin and the other man pumped a liberal amount of lube across his fingers. Fuck neatness, the bottle would be used up by tomorrow anyway. The mixture was cold and thin and it tried to ooze through his fingers to drop onto the bed sheets, so Jungkook quickly moved his hand down to Taehyung. He was still lying there, legs splayed open in anticipation.

"Lift your hips up, Baby," Jungkook ordered and so Taehyung shifted, bringing his knees up higher so that he could lift himself off the bed. His stomach muscles tightened from the position. Jungkook eyed his entrance and it was like looking at fine art; that tight little pucker of pink that would open up to reveal something wonderful; hot and perfect. He could have went for one finger first but that wasn't good enough, not by far, and instead he decided to go straight in with two.

Jungkook slid his slick fingers over his entrance in preparation and then he slipped his middle amd ring finger inside him. Taehyung made a sound at this, a strangled gasp and he felt him tightening around him instinctively. The camera picked up the wonderful sight of him clenching, the quiver of his muscles around his fingers as Jungkook went right up to the knuckles. He kept them in place for a few seconds and then slipped them mostly free. He repeated this motion several times over, sinking his fingers in deep and then scissoring them to try and open Taehyung up more. He was so tight that it seemed like he wouldn't yet Jungkook managed to slide a third finger in.

He could only imagine what that clench would be like around his cock.

Jungkook wanted to reach down with his other hand, press it against his stomach for some nice added pressure but he couldn't. He had the camera in hand to record it instead. Whilst he slowly fingered him open Jimin kissed at the side of his head, along his cheekbone and told him that he was doing so well, that he needed to open just a little more. Taehyung was trying but clearly it was hard for him, nerves and excitement too hard to control. A nice line of cocaine would have loosened him up right away but Jungkook knew that he was still high right now. It was evident in his flushed cheeks and still dilated pupils.

"Juh-Jimin-"

"Not Jimin," Jimin explained in a quiet voice. "Right now I'm 'Bitch' just like what my collar says. And Jungkook, he's Master." He ran his free hand along his ribs and then added. "You're 'Baby'."

"I thi- I mean I want-" Jungkook curled his fingers inside of him and Taehyung took a gasping breath. "Put the fucking thing inside of me, Bitch." This should have sounded like a demand, a rough growl. In reality Taehyung whined it. He was rewarded with another curl of his fingers and then Jungkook slipped them free, the lube making liquid sounds as he did. Jimin moved the vibrator right into position and he saw that he had already applied more lube to it. With a soft nudge the curved head was sliding in and Taehyung groaned deeply.

When Jimin pressed his thumb down on the control it came on the lowest setting, a soft pulse of vibration that was rather pathetic. The kind that was there only for beginning with and nothing more. The sudden pulse however was enough to make Taehyung's legs shift, muscles going taut for a few seconds before relaxing. Jimin held the toy in place for a few seconds before slipping it mostly free and then back inside him. He moved it in an almost teasingly slow speed, wanting Taehyung to get used to the shape of the toy and also the rhythm. He was never like this with him. Jimin usually waited until he was peaking during sex before roughly shoving it inside him and holding down for the full setting, regardless of the pain. Jungkook had come to expect the sudden pain because the explosive orgasm that followed made it more than worth it. Jimin was going much too slow for his liking. Seemingly also for Taehyung for the other man was stuttering that he wanted more, trying to move his hips even though it was hard to in his current position.

Jungkook reached over to snag hold of his hair tightly and drag him upright, forcing Jimin to move and support his back against his chest. The sudden change of angle meant that Taehyung was mostly sitting up and it presented him the perfect opportunity. No need to beg Jimin now, to whimper and tell him that he wanted more. He sank down the length of the vibrator with a throaty moan, eyelids fluttering as he did.

"Baby likes it deep?" Jungkook asked as watched Taehyung rutting his hips so he could grind down on the toy.

"Yuh-yeah, Master, I like it duh-deep."

Jungkook placed his hand over Jimin's and ghosted it over the control button. At the sight of his thumb inching towards it Taehyung let his breath out in a whine, and so he pressed and held down until it changed to the exact speed Jungkook wanted. Hard and constant pulses that caused Taehyung to actually shout out in shock. Jungkook timed several of these pulses and then he pressed the button and switched it back to a gentle wave. It dragged Taehyung back down so fast that he let out a cracked cry, thighs shuddering.

"Master, you're so mean, " Jimin said and yet he was smirking at him. Sadistically, just like how he felt right now. He had even slipped the vibrator out by an inch or so, meaning that Taehyung was no longer full around the length.

"Puh-please," Taehyung's breath hitched and he was squirming now, twisting his body as his cock twitched hard. "Muh-Master, please."

"Not yet, Baby," Jungkook said as he let go of the handle and placed his hand on his inner thigh. "It's so much better to build up the pleasure. I want to see how much you really want it. Show me how much and I will let you have it."

"I wuh-want it bad," he gasped as he started moving his hips hard and fast. "So bad." Taehyung was fucking himself down onto the toy, five inches of slick and smooth silicon sinking inside with every frantic buck of his hips. He had thrown his head back against Jimin's shoulder and Jungkook could see the way his tendons stuck out under his thin skin.

"Bruise him for me, Bitch," Jungkook demanded and so Jimin twisted his head and pressed his mouth against his throat so that he could kiss him. Could plant open kisses on his skin and then catch it between his teeth and bite down hard.

The sight of the vibrator sinking deep inside of him was obscene as it was, glossy with lube so that the black silicone glistened between his thighs. But the way that Taehyung's entrance quivered around it, now a flushed red from the friction and the stretch around the toy, was what made Jungkook finally reach up and hold down on the control. When the highest setting kicked in again Taehyung let out those same shocked noises. Jimin was still slipping it in and out of him so Jungkook grabbed his wrist and forced him to keep it in place, curved vibrator pressed right up against his prostate.

"Fuck, oh fuck oh-" Taehyung entire body did a spasmodic dance as he was hit by his orgasm, fast and hard. Jungkook held the camera up to focus on his face at the exact moment and he saw the way his mouth opened and closed a few times before a series of moans escaped, saw how his eyelids fluttered as his eyes rolled up. But despite the camera focusing on his face Jungkook let his gaze wander all over his body to take it in. The sight of his fingers beside Jimin's head, curling up just like his toes did, snagging the bed sheets tightly. The way the muscles in his thighs shuddered as he ejaculated, strings of cum shooting up to splash back down on his lower stomach and ribs.

Taehyung was a fucking piece of art, just like his pieces in warehouses and landfills; like the bodies dumped in Han River and on the steps of police stations.

Jimin lowered the pulse and left the toy inside for a moment, letting Taehyung ride out his orgasm to a more gentler wave. Then he pulled it free and placed it down on the mattress, grabbing the plug and slipping it inside him instead. The other man didn't even seem to notice. That done he ducked his head free and slowly lowered Taehyung down so that he was lying on the bed, taking hold of his hands to pull them over and place them on his lap. As he worked to undo the knots around his wrists Taehyung just stayed still, breathing hard and fast with his eyes closed. Jungkook watched the rapid movement of his stomach in rhythm with his breathing and then he turned the camera off and moved to place it on the dresser. Hands now free he shifted to sit back down on the bed and then brushed Taehyung's messy hair off his brow.

"Clean him up," Jungkook said as the last shirt knot was slipped free. The material was wrinkled to hell and back and would require pressing to make it wearable again. Jimin dropped it over the side of the bed and then leaned over to lap the cum off his stomach. Like Wangbi would lick water from her drinking bowl. He got most of it up into his mouth and looked up at him, awaiting an instruction clearly. So Jungkook curled his fingers at him. Jimin moved to kiss him, lips slick as he pressed their mouths together. Jungkook could taste Taehyung on his tongue, a bitter tang: raw. Jimin drooled most of the cum into his mouth and then broke the kiss to swallow and resume cleaning him up. Jungkook let it settle on his tongue for a moment for swallowing, as if sampling wine. It might not taste as pleasant, not by far, but he knew which one he preferred.

Jungkook reached up to remove his waistcoat, fingers smoothly popping the buttons free. He shrugged it off and then moved onto his shirt. As he unbuttoned it he saw that Taehyung was looking at him, head propped up so that he could do so. The other man was still catching his breath, a light sheen of sweat on his brow. He watched his fingers working and then Jungkook moved onto the cuffs.

"We're going to continue," Jungkook explained as he undone the first and moved onto the second. "Taehyung, if you had to snort coke off any part of my body...which part would it be?"

"I haven't seen your body yet," Taehyung retorted rather brusquely. Jimin started giggling at this and Jungkook paused in the act of undoing his other cuff to look at him. There was a rather mischievous grin on his face. Clearly the fading remains of the cocaine and the vibrator had really loosened him up for some fun. So Jungkook finished with the cuff and he stood up to shrug his shirt off. He collected the waistcoat and shirt together and folded them to go onto the dresser. Taehyung was still watching him with a great interest and so Jungkook reached down to play with the buckle of his belt. Not pulling it through just yet but rather teasing him.

"So you haven't got an idea, hmm?" he asked as he moved his fingers along to the end of the black leather. Taehyung's gaze flickered down to look at this and then lifted ever so slightly. His eyes studied the section of his stomach just below his navel, the slight curling trail of hair that ran down and disappeared under the waistband of his trousers. Then he looked up at him with that same grin still present and nodded. It made his hair move and Jungkook made a mental note to get him to a barber as he pulled the length through the trouser loop. "Where?"

"Clothes off first."

Oh now Jimin wasn't just giggling, he was laughing heartily.

Jungkook undone his belt, feeding the leather through the buckle. It made a wonderful sound as it did, a soft scrape and a metallic clanging as he removed it and dropped it on the floor. Then he undone his trousers and let them drop as he shifted to get onto the bed. Taehyung did a quick scan of his body before sitting upright and Jimin climbed off the bed to collect the vial from across the suit. On his way back he also tugged on his bathrobe belt to loosen it, shrugging it off without a care.

"Your stomach," Taehyung said as he tentatively reached out. Both hands touched his shoulders and it was obvious that he was trying to get him to lie back on the bed. So as Jimin joined them again Jungkook lay back, letting the other man apply gentle pressure on his shoulders. "Here, right here." Taehyung continued as he touched his very lower stomach, lightly trailing his fingers along down past his navel to the thatch of his pubic hair. "It looks like one of the only soft parts of your body." And to prove his point he lightly pressed his fingertips into his skin so that they dimpled.

"His cheeks are soft," Jimin said as he uncapped the cocaine vial. "Both pairs, and his lips too."

"Hang on, lemme do it." Taehyung took the vial out of Jimin's fingers and there wasn't much left now. Probably enough for one line and maybe two lines for him. That wasn't ideal but at least when there was none left Jungkook would be rid of the temptation. Stave it off and cleanse his system for a week or so. Jimin moved back to let him get closer and the other man balanced his weight on one arm and then held the vial over him.

Taehyung lightly tapped at it so that a small amount spilled out and landed on his lower stomach. Jimin told him that he needed more so he tapped the vial a little harder until there was a better amount. Then he spread the line along his skin rather clumsily, showing his obvious lack of experience. Taehyung didn't waste however, for he made sure to rub the slight amount clinging to his skin into his gums and then lowered his head and pressed his thumb against his nose to snort the line. He got most of the messy line in first attempt and took a second to get the rest before lifting his head with that same deep groan from earlier.

"Oh?" Jimin made a soft noise that sounded rather amused and so Jungkook lifted his head to look up.

There was the remains of the powder still on his skin, trapped in the curling trail of hair that ran down to his cock. This made Jimin start laughing until he threw his head back for some reason and Taehyung was just looking at the remains as he blinked rapidly.

"You should shave like me," Jimin joked with a series of giggles, clearly finding the idea rather humourous.

"Fuck off, babe, I'm not a porn star," he retorted with a smirk.

"It's OK, it's OK I'll clean it up," Taehyung muttered as he lowered his head. He rolled his eyes up to look at him as he darted his tongue out and licked at the trail of hair. He traced the slight remains of the cocaine up to his navel and then pulled his tongue into his mouth. His lips turned down at the corners and he made a disgusted noise. "Tastes bad."

"OK...now where would I use on Taehyung hmm?" Jungkook asked as he sat upright. "I've already used his collarbones, so where next?" He reached out to run his fingers along the side of his neck and shoulder, along his upper arm; eyes tracing the rest of his body. Jungkook's thumb ran along his inner elbow and he felt the rather soft crease of skin there and paused. Then he lifted his arm up to look at it. Nice and smooth, two freckles above it. "Here."

"My...my elbow?"

"Yes," Jungkook said as he collected the vial out of his fingers. "This spot is perfect." He tapped half the remains out onto the spot and didn't really have to bother making a line because the gentle crease in his skin did it for him. Jungkook placed the vial down and held his forearm tightly, dropping his head to snort the first line. He repeated the process again, emptying the vial and tossing it across the bed with little care.

"Right, so now the foreplay is over..." Jungkook said as he sniffed and waited for the next hit of the night to kick in. "Babe, prep yourself." Jimin shifted to collect the lube without a word against this.

"That...that was foreplay?" Taehyung asked, eyes widening to almost comic size as he looked between them both. Those eyelashes of his were just as beautiful as ever.

"Yes, Tae," Jimin said with a smile as he pumped lube out onto his own fingers. "We haven't had our fun yet."

Taehyung was still too high to really think about what had just happened, which was probably a good thing. Had he not been surging with energy and so sensitive to the touch, high over the effects of alcohol, he would never have done something like that. Not because he didn't want to, but rather because he would have been far too embarrassed to do so. As if the idea of playing with sex toys wasn't embarrassing enough but actual sex? Taehyung couldn't ever imagine giving into those temptations without some kind of push. But the cocaine...well the cocaine had really pushed him over the edge and right now he wanted more.

Even when he didn't know what 'more' really meant and the thought was a little scary.

A quick glance over at Jimin showed that he had removed his robe a moment ago. Taehyung hadn't even noticed because he had been distracted with Jungkook's body and the cocaine. When he looked at the suite flooring he saw the puddle of black silk quite a few feet away. Jimin was in the act of prepping himself, and by prepping himself Taehyung discovered that Jungkook meant fingering himself.

He dragged his eyes away from the sight and looked at Jungkook but the younger man wasn't looking. He had his head held back and he was clearly enjoying the sensation of the cocaine dripping into his system. Already Taehyung could feel his face was flushed, too hot. Reaching up to touch it he felt hot skin against his fingertips even when his head felt like it was floating much higher above his body. On the bed beside him Jimin shifted and it took great willpower for him to not look at him, even when he could hear noises coming from him. Mostly the slick sound of the lube as he slipped his fingers inside of himself.

Taehyung briefly wondered what the hell was going on and yet he couldn't exactly figure that out. He recalled the gala not that long ago, the sound of screams and the stink of gun smoke but none of that seemed to matter to him right now. Dead men and secretive rebellions meant very little. He was much too high to really care. Wasn't that a very funny thing? Why, it was enough to have him laughing under his breath. At the sound of him laughing Jungkook dropped his head to look at him. After a few seconds he was grinning too, grinning along as if he got the joke too even when he clearly didn't.

"What are you laughing about now?"

"I...I killed a guy tonight and here I am," Taehyung explained as he threw an arm out to gesture at the suite. "I'm in the most expensive apartment block in Seoul, high as fuck." He started laughing again. "Fucking around with a porn star it's...it's pretty funny, Jungkook."

"Guess so," Jungkook said before laughing softly in agreement.

"Baby, I'm all ready for you," Jimin said, suddenly dragging his attention over to him. The other man was lying on the bed, thighs spread and hips lifted so that he could loosen himself with his fingers. Taehyung looked down to see the sight of four of his fingers inside. He stared in rather dumb wonder and then recalled that Jimin wouldn't have gotten very far as a porn star without a little stretch.

"Juh...what about Jungkook aren't you-"

"Master will join in when he's ready," Jimin explained, and so Taehyung turned away to look back at him. "Come on, Baby, I want you inside of me so bad."

"He's right," Jungkook agreed as he reached over to run a hand along his thigh, right up the inner to the top. Taehyung had felt himself stiffening right around the time he had snorted the cocaine off his stomach, and at Jungkook's touch he was suddenly aware of how pathetically easy he was to arouse. The curses of virginity and drug-fuelled libido. "I can't have both of you, sadly. So I need you to help me. Fuck him for me. Bitch really wants you to, he's almost begging."

"Please, Baby."

Taehyung thought about that night, the night he had been recorded by Jungkook's hidden cameras. Hadn't it started with mental images about Jimin? Jimin lying there just for him, Jimin moaning his name so prettily? There had been no nicknames, no collars. He wondered just how far this fetish went and if he would end up being involved.

When he shifted on the bed to kneel between his open thighs Taehyung could feel Jungkook's gaze burning into his back. He took himself in hand and guided himself forward, head of his cock rubbing along the backs of Jimin's fingers. Taehyung got the bottle of lube in his other hand and messily applied some to his length and after a few more nudges Jimin relented and slipped his fingers free. This allowed him to slid right inside with little resistance.

"Shit..." Taehyung breathed out as he let go and watched his cock sinking into Jimin. First his head, then a slight hint of length. The other man let his breath out in a groan and after a few experimental movements of his hips Taehyung found the perfect rhythm to start with. He grabbed hold of Jimin's thighs tightly for better purchase. At the end of each shallow thrust Jimin made little noises, not exactly whines but something close to it. He wasn't even deep inside of him and yet that tightness around his cock seemed to beg that he go deeper, that he sink right inside. So he did so, shifting so that he could balance his weight on his wrists and slip deeper inside. Jimin lifted his legs so that he could wrap them around his waist, heels resting on his lower back.

From this new and incredibly intimate angle Taehyung could finally see the collar tag around his neck, the golden piece resting on his collarbones. Engraved into it, glinting back at his eyes, he saw that it did indeed say 'Bitch'. When Taehyung thrust a little harder he watched the tag moving. Jimin made a hiccuping sound at this, a broken little gasp that seemed to hint that he had hit the right spot. Taehyung felt his heels digging into him and the sight of Jimin's hair strewn messily across the mountain of pillows was unbelievable. Better than any of the films he would have made for Jungkook by far.

Taehyung didn't know whether or not Jungkook was going to join in for he couldn't really figure out how he was going to do so. The sensation of Jimin's heels on his back disappeared after a moment, as if Jungkook was moving them out of the way, and when he felt his fingers slowly trailing up the backs of his thighs he thought that he might just have had an idea. When Jungkook's finger hooked around the plug and he slipped it out slightly and then pushed it back in Taehyung was almost certain of what he was going to do. As he presumably lubed himself up the younger man continued playing with the plug, and when Taehyung felt him pulling it free he braced himself.

Jungkook didn't bother with gentle touches or exploring fingers. He just aligned himself and slipped in as deep as the stretch of the plug allowed him to. Taehyung had felt the strange second or two of emptiness and then had came the stretch again, the feeling of being filled up to the point of almost tearing. He groaned mostly in surprise rather than pain and he saw Jimin's lips lifting in a smirk.

"I told you Master would join in when he was ready."

Jungkook stayed in place for a moment, inside him but not really moving at all. Then he seemed to find a rhythm to follow and so he started lightly thrusting his hips. Taehyung rocked his own forward into Jimin and as he pulled back Jungkook sank into him. The dual sensation was too much for him, left him shaking and breathless; that tightness around his cock along with the burning stretch deep inside of him. He didn't know what he wanted more, to rock forward and sink into Jimin, to feel his pliant flesh against his hip bones, or to rock backwards and feel Jungkook hips hitting his ass. It was just all too much he found himself getting lost in the intensity of it all.

"Baby," Jimin moaned breathlessly as he rolled his head back. "Do I feel good?" His own hips had started rolling under him, urging him on with expert precision. Or maybe to help him start stimulating him again, he wasn't really sure. Taehyung managed to stutter something out but it wasn't enough for him. "Tuh...tell me how good I am."

"Shit, you're suh-so hot," Taehyung moaned, dirty talk not exactly his forte. Nor had murder just a month ago yet here he was. He supposed that he could yet used to doing both over time. "You feel so good, Bitch."

Taehyung felt fingers snagging in his hair and then his head was being wrenched back. It made his back arch and he felt his cock sliding right out of Jimin to his very head. For a moment he was convinced that Jungkook was doing so to let Jimin move out from under them. The thought of losing that hot tightness from around him was enough to make him whine but then Jungkook surprised him by not doing that. Instead he used the sudden shift in position and slammed his own hips downwards against him.

Taehyung was driven forward hard, slipping right back inside of Jimin exactly as Jungkook's cock buried itself deep. The impact of his hips hitting his ass made Taehyung cry out of a string of nonsense noises over the sound of slapping skin. His balance was lost and he ended up on his elbows instead of his wrists, weight no doubt pressing down on Jimin.

Jungkook was fucking into him in a hard and fast rhythm, now leaning over him to balance his weight on the wrist of one hand and the other tight around his hip. Taehyung stopped moving and instead let him take full control, grinding against Jimin as his hips stuttered from every single thrust. Fuck, he felt even better than the vibrator had. Every single stroke of his length inside of him rubbed against him and caused jolts of pleasure to shoot up into his stomach. Almost electric.

Jungkook's hips did several painfully slow rolls down into him and he heard him breathing hard, felt his hot breath ghosting between his shoulder blades. He was trying to pace himself clearly but Taehyung felt like he was being tortured. That slow friction inside of him wasn't enough. He twisted his head to look over his shoulder at him, goading him on to go hard and fast again. The direct eye-contact made Taehyung feel a deep throb in the pit of his stomach and he was pretty certain that he might have leaked inside of Jimin in his excitement. When Jungkook increased his rhythm again Taehyung moaned and felt the need to grab onto something more substantial than the bed sheets, so he snagged hold of Jimin's wrists and pinned them to the mattress. Jungkook was once again making him grind against Jimin, deep thrusts and constant impact as his hips slammed against his thighs. Taehyung managed to lower his head enough to press his mouth against Jimin's chest and he ran his mouth along until he found one of his nipples. Returning the favour from earlier.

Jimin orgasmed first, which was of no surprise to him. Considering the weight of both of their bodies on him Taehyung could only imagine what the pressure on his body was like, on his hips and his lower stomach, that struggle to breathe and unable to really move. Jimin couldn't even touch himself because his wrists were pinned against to the mattress by his hands. The friction of their bodies and the sensation of his tongue and lips on his nipples must have been the driving force and Taehyung heard the hitching breaths that Jimin made as his hips slammed home once, twice, three times against him. Then he was shouting out, a cry of pleasure that cracked as he tossed his head back against the stack of pillows. Taehyung moved his head to kiss his exposed throat and he could feel his racing pulse against his lips, taste that sweet perfume. His nose brushed against the collar and he could feel waves of his own pleasure starting to take over. Starting to throb too strongly and spread outward. The urge to rock back against Jungkook was so great that he actually lifted his hips just as the younger man thrust forward. Taehyung was pretty certain that he slipped right in to his base. Or maybe thumped was a better way of describing it.

"Shit, Baby, you're so fucking good," Jungkook moaned, and this was what made him start to peak, to edge closer to his climax. "You like...your reward, right?"

"Yeah, Muh-Master," Taehyung agreed, hearing how uneven his own voice was. Shit, he sounded just like a porn star himself right now.

"You can have-ah!" Jungkook's hips collided with his much too hard and he nearly lost his rhythm in surprise. "Have this every night, Baby." Jimin said something in breathless agreement, still splayed out underneath him and clearly not at all sensitive. "Just keep working for...for me and you can. You can fuck me, Baby I'll-"

"Suh...shit."

"I'll let you fuck me." Jungkook's tone was barely above a whisper and it made a shiver run down his spine which was met almost instantly by a sensation deep in his loins.

Taehyung didn't even have time to cry out because when his orgasm hit him the air was forced out of his lungs. The pressure in his stomach coursed through him like wildfire and his vision cut to white before flashes of colour exploded behind his eyes. Like fireworks, like the licks of flame that burst from the end of a submachine gun on the firing range. Taehyung shuddered and he heard a series of noises escaping his lips that he couldn't control as he sank deep inside of Jimin. He couldn't even ride his orgasm out because Jungkook was still thrusting into him, frantic bucking without even any attempt at a rhythm. His hips were pounding against him and every single thump was hitting his prostate, causing even more jolts of pleasure as he tightened around him.

"Fuh-fuck, Master," Taehyung cried out, unable to stop himself. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. It was too much. His hips were knocking against Jimin and he couldn't even pull out because Jungkook's weight was on him, trapping him between their two bodies. "Hurts! Ah, it hurts!"

"Good or bad?" Jungkook managed to ask between his gasps.

"Buh-both. Ah!" He could feel his thighs quivering and every thrust was now causing a rather uncomfortable sensation. Not strong enough to hurt too much but he knew that it would increase. "Master, it hurts," Taehyung whined in a rather pathetic tone.

That was what made Jungkook orgasm with a deep groan, hips stuttering a few more times as he milked himself fully inside of him. Taehyung could feel the hotness spilling into him and when Jungkook was finished and he pulled out of him it dribbled free to run down his inner thighs. Taehyung felt a final few seconds of stretch and then a strange emptiness deep down inside of him, an emptiness he had never knew that he needed filling.

"Taehyung," Jungkook said breathlessly. "You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck you." The younger man's fingers reached down to pat at his head, ruffling through the sweat-soaked lengths in an unmistakable sign of contentment. Taehyung thought that he very much had an idea, that he had known all along. Yet he also knew personally want that hungering felt like, though he tried to suppress it. Taehyung didn't think that he could move right now but he managed to pull out of Jimin and collapse on the bed with a breathless groan. For a minute or two there was silence, punctuated only by the sound of their breathing and the light sound of the mattress springs creaking as Jungkook moved to sit on the bed properly.

"Clean him up," Jungkook demanded, just like he had with Jimin earlier. So Taehyung shifted to hover his head over Jimin's stomach and he ran his tongue along his skin to lick the cum free. He felt Jungkook's hand forcing his head up to kiss the other man. The taste of Jimin lingered on his tongue for a few seconds before Jimin's tongue was lapping inside of his mouth. When the kiss was broken he swallowed and dropped his head back into the mattress again.

"Holy shit..." he breathed out after a few seconds. Then he started laughing and he was surprised that the two other men joined in. "That was...was fucking crazy."

"I will say," Jungkook said as he got off the bed and crossed the suite. Taehyung lifted his head to watch him go and that was when he spotted something he had not seen earlier. Something rather surprising. There was a tattoo on Jungkook's back. His lower back. The unmistakable lotus of the Jeon family inked into that soft flesh that dipped in before the gentlest curve of his buttocks. Taehyung could only stare at it rather dumbly because he hadn't known that he had a tattoo. Had he picked his back, his shoulder blades as a place to snort the cocaine off then he would have seen it.

"Was that the best fuck of your life?" Jimin asked with a smile as he shifted to sit up. "Or was that the best fuck of your life?"

"It was..." Taehyung paused before finishing with a rather embarrassed laugh. "It was the only fuck of my life."

"No!" Jimin gasped in a scandalised tone before laughing. He even clapped a hand against his chest to play with the collar, almost the perfect gossiping auntie look. "No, Tae, that couldn't have been! How?"

"I've been too busy and...and scared of relationships."

"I didn't ask about relationships, I asked about sex," Jimin joked before lowering his hand from the collar. "You were too scared? Oh, Tae, just walk into a gay club downtown with that face and you would have men on their knees for you." Taehyung wanted to tell him that he didn't have a fucking clue where any downtown gay bars were but he held his tongue. "Such a waste. You could have fucked the whole town by now."

"When...was your first time?" Taehyung asked as he lifted his head, cocking an elbow to rest his head in his palm.

"Oh, Tae, you think I remember that?" Jimin remarked with an eye roll. "I was probably seven." Taehyung stared at him in shock and waited for him to say that he was joking, that he was playing around for fun. But then he made a noise under his breath. "Yes, I think I was seven or eight when I was snatched off the streets. Fucked the same night too."

"You're...you're kidding, right?" Jimin shook his head at this, expression not even showing a flicker of embarrassment. "Jungkook?"

"I must have been...fourteen," Jungkook said from the kitchen counter, stopping for a second before making a noise. "Mmm, fourteen. I was taken on a meeting with my father and it happened to be in a strip club. I remember entering in the day and seeing all of the tables and counters, but no performers. But there were workers getting ready for the evening. Needless to say I lost interest in the meeting and instead found a very likeable dancer. I ended up in a private booth with three performers. I think I fucked them all, I was a little drunk at that point but I definitely remember at least two instances of sex. My father found me half-naked over the booth table with a cock up my ass and another in my mouth."

Jimin was laughing at this story but Taehyung was once again too shocked to possibly laugh. He couldn't even imagine it, didn't want to imagine it.

"I think he had the dancers killed for touching me. I don't know, I just remember seeing a very pissed off expression on his face and knowing I was in trouble." All things considered the younger man looked rather pleased and amused with himself. As if the idea that several men had been murdered because of him was something to laugh about. "It's not often that happens so it's very obvious to spot when he's pissed off."

"Shit, you were a kid, Jungkook. No wonder he was pissed," Taehyung muttered under his breath, perhaps a little out of line for doing so.

"He was pissed because they were men not because of the sex. Father banned me from being allowed near clubs for quite some time. But I found my ways," he added with a rueful smirk. "Some men can sniff out pussy from a mile away, I can sniff out pretty boys. Only pretty boys."

"Jungkook doesn't like masculine," Jimin remarked. "He's so picky."

It was as if he hadn't realised that he was stripping their masculinity away with his words. Jimin might not have cared about that but Taehyung had never known his masculinity to be so weak. Was it obvious? Did other men look at him and find him effeminate and weak? He had been trying his hardest to appear tough too. Apparently the act had been pretty fucking useless.

"So your father, Jeon, he knows about you?" Taehyung asked as he looked between them both. "About the fact you fuck men? And Jimin?"

"About me yes, about Jimin not really," Jungkook explained as he finished pouring the champagne out into the flutes. "At this point I think he's not bothering with it all. I perform business well." He gathered the flutes up rather effortlessly in his hands and crossed the suite to get back to the bed. Jimin accepted his glass but moved it to the dresser rather than take a sip. "That's all that matters."

Taehyung took his own flute and he studied it for a moment. He couldn't seem to recall how much he had actually downed this evening. The cocaine had numbed him and he was still feeling the lingering traces of it in his system, staving the champagne from affecting him. Should he risk drinking more?

"That's not the only thing I perform well at," Jungkook remarked, flute in front of his lips and his eyebrow lifting in that same alluring manner. "Enough about business, Taehyung? What do you want to do next?"

Taehyung dragged his eyes away the champagne flute to stare at him in confusion. For a moment his mind went blank as he tried to process this. What did he mean by that exactly? But then it hit him that Jungkook was talking about this, the bed, the sex. Jungkook was asking him because it was very much going to continue. This wasn't a one off session, some light talking and drinking before he was sent back down to his own room. The earlier joke Jimin had made about going all night...had not been a joke at all.

"Don't be shy," Jimin said as he carried on playing with the collar almost absentmindedly. "What do you want, Tae?"

"There's...there's this one thing that I..." He paused and tried to think of a way to phrase this without sounding desperate or weird. But there really was no way of doing so. "That night, the night you brought me into the suite. Jimin was...he was in the bedroom and-"

"Go on, baby," Jimin cooed at him as he moved to get closer, lounging across the mattress as he did. "Tell us. You can have anything to want. Right, Jungkook?" The younger man made a noise in agreement.

"You were...well, I'd like-"

" Want ," Jungkook corrected. "There's no such thing as liking in this suite, Taehyung, only wanting."

"I want me and Jungkook to fuck you," Taehyung blurted out, a little too faded and aroused to blush at this point. "Both of us together, I want to take you from behind so I can-can look at Jungkook's face."

The suite fell silent for a moment and he wondered if he had maybe said something wrong, something stupid. Yet after a moment Taehyung plucked up the courage to look up at Jungkook. He couldn't get his gaze up any higher than his hips however, for he saw that Jungkook was stiffening from his words, cock giving a few soft twitches. Then the other man was moving to get on his knees.

"The pleasure's all mine, baby," Jimin purred at him as he reached up to grab his shoulders and pull him down onto the bed.

When a curt series of knocks sounded on the door Namjoon looked up from the envelope on his coffee table. On top of it, pulled free and clashing against the light manilla, was the black USB pen. Placed to the side of this was his laptop, switched on but currently not in use. It would be very soon. Hopefully. So Namjoon got to his feet and crossed the apartment room to slide the lock back and open it. He moved out of the way as he pulled the door inward and standing outside in the hallway was Hoseok. Of course he had shown up tonight, because he had asked him to. Not once had he even thought of the possibility of him not doing so.

"Fuck, it's cold," Hoseok muttered as he stepped inside the apartment. He was all bundled up, a woolen coat on and scarf wrapped around his lower face. He dropped to remove his shoes, which Namjoon saw were sneakers rather than leather shoes. It was rather strange seeing him in casual clothing, for when he shrugged the coat off he saw an oatmeal pullover and dark blue jeans rather than a pressed shirt. "I should start hibernating for the winter."

"You should, put some weight on. It's good for you," Namjoon retorted as he took his coat and shifted to hang it on a hook beside the door. Hoseok started removing his scarf and so he moved to get back to the settee across the room.

"Got any booze?" Hoseok asked as he eyed the envelope on the coffee table, messily draping the scarf around the hook his coat was on. "I'll drink anything."

"Don't drink," Namjoon explained. "Gotta stay clean after the rehab incident. Alcohol is the first step on the ladder to addiction so I'm not allowed a single drop." He paused for a moment. "Sorry."

"Hey man, don't apologise," Hoseok remarked as he waved a hand at him. "I didn't think, makes perfect sense that you wouldn't." Namjoon told him that there was coffee, freshly brewed too. The other man gave him a quick thumbs up before crossing the apartment room to get to the kitchen. There came the clattering sound of him messing around with mugs and the machine and a minute later he was moving back across the room. Two mugs of steaming coffee were placed down beside his laptop.

"You're probably wondering what the hell is going on, right?"

"Well, my initial thought was 'dinner date'," Hoseok replied as he glanced over the room. "But sadly that's not the case."

"I could've asked the whole team to show here tonight but I didn't want to risk it," Namjoon explained. "I didn't look at the files in the office, just a single one that Taehyung had marked for my attention. Named a Word file '0000.Important' just to ensure it would be first on the list of files. All capitals too."

"Sounds like Tae," Hoseok said as he moved to sit on the settee beside him. He pulled his mug closer and then nursed it between his hands. "Still acting like a college kid, typical."

"Exactly, I only looked at that file. Taehyung alerted me to the fact that there was...sensitive files on that USB." At this Hoseok lowered his mug and stared at him over the rim. "The kind that shouldn't be allowed near other departments, or superiors."

"...What the fuck, Namjoon?"

"Not sure, but Taehyung is clearly scared that the files will be covered up. So that's why I didn't look at them. And that's why I asked you to come here tonight. One person alone in the team can't know. At least two need to and I trust you would be more..." Namjoon paused and tried to find the right word. "I trust that you wouldn't spill information that could put the operation of Taehyung in danger."

"No way, man," Hoseok agreed. "I wouldn't spill anything." He could see how honest he was being too, for his eyes didn't leave his face once. "I know a little something about confidentiality, you know?"

"Yes, I know," Namjoon said with a smile. Witty. "Which why I'm giving you the choice. You don't have to look at the files with me, you don't have to agree to anything that you think is wrong. I'm giving you the choice." He repeated as he picked the USB up and held it out to him. "To decide what you want to do."

Hoseok studied the USB pen like he had never seen one before, gaze burning into the black plastic. Namjoon knew what the answer was going to be because he knew Hoseok, but the temporary waiting made him feel tense. Made him almost worry. Then the other man grabbed the pen out of his hand and turned to face the laptop.

"We're a fucking team, Namjoon," Hoseok muttered. "If we can't work together then Tae's fucked." He pulled the protective cap off and dropped it without a care before slipping it into the laptop. After a second or two a window popped up on the screen and he scrolled the cursor along before pausing. "20GB? The fuck did Tae send us?"

"A ridiculous amount of photographs judging from the size of the files I saw earlier. HD. Some Word files and maybe an Excel document or two, I only scanned before opening the document he addressed to me." Namjoon watched the slight movements of the cursor on the screen, twitchy. As if Hoseok's fingers were unsteady. "What do you think, what should we check first?"

"Photos," Hoseok replied without hesitation, clicking on a file. He was a visual person and had his own fair share of recon photographs to his name.

For a minute or so he flicked through a random array of photographs. Most were of building exteriors, massive towering apartment blocks of brick. Some were of smaller buildings that might have been clubs or bars, it was hard to tell. Hoseok didn't flick through quickly but rather spent a moment studying each one, likely trying to figure out if he knew it. Then actual streets, of which they both mumbled the names of, gesturing at the screen to point out obvious landmarks. But then his finger clicked down and a photograph neither of them had expected flashed up. Just like a jumpscare, making the both of them dive back from the screen.

"Oh fuck- " Hoseok dived off the settee so fast it was a miracle that he didn't knock the coffee table over. Namjoon also thought it was lucky he hadn't been holding the mug of coffee. His colleague raced across his apartment to get to the bathroom and hopefully he got to the toilet by the time the gagging started.

Namjoon didn't need to run into the bathroom to vomit. He had already seen things like this and worse working undercover. That was why Taehyung had addressed it to him, because he knew that he could handle the horrors that were on the USB pen. But his blood still turned to ice in his veins at the knowledge that this was the reason Taehyung had sent them the file. Taehyung had seen this too. He hit the next arrow quickly to skip through the files, hoping to find something else that would actually help him figure out what the hell this all was.

After several hard presses of the arrow key he found a photograph of a very familiar man.

It took Namjoon great strength to go back and examine several of the other photographs but he had to do it. He was looking at hard evidence of a paedophile ring right here in the capital and he couldn't afford to just close his eyes to it. After confirming his already sickened thoughts he flicked back to the first photograph of Mayor Jung and he waited for Hoseok to return. After the sound of the toilet flushing and the tap water running for a few seconds he stepped back into the main.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ," Hoseok wiped at his chin, clearly wiping away the water he had swilled his mouth out with. "I think that shit will haunt me for the rest of life. I'm gonna need therapy." Namjoon thought about how much therapy Taehyung was going to need and then pushed the thought away. Hoseok stopped beside the coffee table and glanced at the back of the laptop and him in turn. "It's not on the screen, right?"

"No, but something else is." The other man sat back down on the settee. "Recognise this man?"

"Yeah I recognise him, that's Mayor Jung," Hoseok said as he stared at the screen. "What's the photo in the folder for?"

"Hoseok...I think that this, this folder, the files and documents and photographs. I think it's The Boy's private blackmail stash." The other man turned his head to look at him and Namjoon fancied he heard his tendons creaking in the silence of the apartment room. "This is all about Mayor Jung."

"...No, no fucking way, man," Hoseok scoffed but his expression didn't look remotely certain. "Not here in Yongsan-gu. No, there's no way that..." He turned back to look at the laptop screen and didn't continue this. Likely because it had just hit him how all the current districts were corrupt as hell and their one couldn't be the only clean district of them all. It was immature and also very stupid.

"See those rings on his left hand?" Namjoon said as he leaned over and gestured with his forefinger. "I identified them in multiple photographs. Back of his head, lower face, all identifiable and all recent. Not old."

"Mayor Jung you fat fuck," Hoseok muttered as he folded his arms over his chest. "You stupid fat fuck."

"It's him, Hoseok, I'm sure that the other documents will have stronger evidence."

"OK, so let's check. Just not the photos again. Anything but the photos."

So for the next half hour they took turns scanning and reading the written information aloud for speed. It allowed both of them to take it in at the same time. Hoseok read it all at a fast speed, snappy almost as he listed names, locations, monetary amounts. Namjoon tried to take his time to ensure that no details were skipped over. At one point it became increasingly obvious that it was all related to Mayor Jung in one way or the other. If it wasn't sightings that matched up to correspondingly labelled photographs, it was records of transactions (which Hoseok had bitterly referred to as his 'shopping list' and it had caused chills to run down his spine).

"Namjoon, what the fuck are we supposed to do about this?" Hoseok asked as he shifted to sit back on the settee, neglected coffee mug in hand. The leather creaked from the movement.

"Taehyung has given us clear locations," Namjoon explained. "Buildings, streets, fuck we have receipts right in front of us. Insider information. This kinda information could secure an arrest on Mayor Jung and several Haedogje Pa suppliers. Crackdown squads could raid the locations and-"

"Namjoon, hey, Namjoon," Hoseok interrupted. "I know that this is fantastic, that that's exactly what Tae wants us to do with that info but wait a sec." Namjoon studied his face and for a few seconds the room was silent. The other man shifted to put the mug down on the table. "How can we pull that off without risking Tae's cover?"

The question was like a punch in the gut.

Namjoon dragged his eyes away to look at the laptop screen and he realised that there really wasn't a way that they could do this. For a moment, just a moment he had forgotten the most important thing about the operation. The operation itself. Taehyung had a thin shield as it was around him, protecting himself and his identity. If this was to come to light then there was a high chance that The Boy would figure out that he had something to do with it. It was high-level information, the kind that seemed to be for blackmail purposes. Sensitive information, in other words. The kind that only a few pairs of eyes would have ever looked at.

"I don't think there's a way," Namjoon said after a moment of thought. "Right now I don't think there's a sound way to pull such an operation off."

"I mean, maybe it's not that heavily linked to Tae, you know? Maybe others know about it and there's another member The Boy might off but-"

"No, no Taehyung got his hands on this information and it's private. Top-secret. I doubt another pair of eyes has seen this except for him, The Boy and whoever collected the information together. For whatever purpose right now Taehyung is his right hand man," Namjoon explained. "If it leaks then the suspect list is too low. Taehyung could be caught out as a rat within an hour. He's been in Haedogje Pa for barely two weeks. It looks like a sting operation bust. It is a sting operation bust and The Boy will know. He's in too much of a vulnerable position. A year would be risky. Trust me, I know. I wasn't expecting anything of importance for months, maybe even a year. We can't act upon in this info."

"So...so we're supposed to just leave it," Hoseok said in a quiet voice, more of a statement than a question. "We leave those...those rings to operate 'cos if we blow this up then we risk Tae's life. We let kids suffer to save this operation."

"...Yeah, that's the only choice we have. The only choice that keeps Taehyung safe," Namjoon agreed, and the apartment room fell silent once more. Then Hoseok shifted to place his elbows on his thighs so he could bury his face in his hands. Though it was muffled he heard him groaning under his breath and he stayed that way for a moment before shifting to sit upright and stare at the USB still sticking out of the laptop.

"You know, we would've had to have to have alerted other departments," Hoseok said after some thought. "Cyber police, child protection officers, and more. We would've needed to secure a dozen fucking warrants. Never mind how would we protect Tae...we can't protect our own asses, Namjoon. You saw what Tae said, don't let anyone higher up see this, they'll shut us down. And they will. So long as Mayor Jung is at the helm, none of this will come free. Imagine the public reaction, there would be mass protests outsides stations all over the city. Jung could spill his guts and other men could get caught out. Important men. Until he's dead, and only then, would a crackdown happen."

"Until he's dead..."

"You think The Boy wants him dead?" Hoseok asked in a quiet voice. Namjoon muttered that he didn't know but he wanted him dead. "Yeah, me too man. Christ. Why did Tae send us that shit? I wish that he hadn't 'cos at least then we wouldn't know ."

"He wanted to let us know that he's alive, he's still with us and he's doing his job. Truthfully, I never even imagined that Taehyung would get his hands on this information. I expected a great many things, just not this. I don't even know what to expect next, he's bowled me over with this."

"Shit, we all thought that he could pull this off but it's wasn't definite. But Tae's a fucking machine, wind him up and watch him go."

"But where's he going?" Namjoon asked, rather rhetorically. "What exactly is Taehyung doing right now? I'm trying to figure it all out but I'm just not sure."

"I think he's using The Boy," Hoseok remarked. "Sex, just like you mentioned. I think Tae's crawled right into his bed and he's earned his favour. That part about swearing fealty to only him? I think that's what he means, a part of it."

"But does Taehyung understand how to manipulate someone like that Hoseok?" Namjoon asked in a quiet voice. "Does he understand how to not let his emotions catch him out? Taehyung is a feeling person, he always has been. I've been scared for awhile now that he thinks he can seduce The Boy and use him, when in fact that might be harder than he thinks..."

"You're scared he's not gonna be able to back out of it all, aren't you?" Hoseok asked, tone and expression hesitant. Almost as if he himself was scared to voice it all. "You're scared that the attention, the sex and all of that...it's going to confuse him?"

"I am," Namjoon agreed. "I'm scared of all of those things. Powerplay and manipulation from The Boy too, too much eagerness to please him. Maybe even something close to Stockholm Syndrome. Taehyung's safety relies on The Boy at all costs, and he might get tangled up in it all and develop twisted ideas. Ideas that he doesn't understand are wrong and distorted.

"I'm scared that Taehyung might fall in love with The Boy."