A/n: mature beach

Troops began to arrive at the temple, streaming onto the holy grounds and setting up their own camps as what had started out as a small gathering of religious followers, quickly turned into a military base camp.

But it wasn't just soldiers that had arrived in large groups to battle against the dark warriors. Regular men from villages and towns all over Delos had called in as well.

"Ever fought in a war before?" Jimin asked with a raised chin, leaning against the carriage in which some new regular men had just arrived. The prince brushed through his raven hair, though his silky bangs fell down to cover one of his eyes again right away.

Three bulky men, all wearing old armour that had seen better days, shook their heads and laughed.

"By the Gods no, this armor belonged to my grandfather, but I am here for his honor!" One of the men said. "What about you, prince? He asked, adjusting his cuirass. "You fighting?"

Jimin raised his eyebrows. "I don't think I ever told you-"

"Everyone here knows who you are, prince," the man chuckled. "King Namjoon ordered a drawing of you to be plastered all over Delos in search of you."

Jimin looked away with a sigh. "Did he now?"

"You won't be fighting then right, cute prince?" The soldier asked, and when the man turned to the prince fully, leaning against the carriage with a smug smirk, his friends began to snigger.

Jimin watched the other men sneak away, and was barely able to hide his disgust when the man in front of him bit his lower lip while looking him up and down.

"Cute prince?" He repeated with an innocent smile. "To what do I owe the compliment?"

The man scratched the stubble on his chin with a smug smirk. "Are you... still handing out promotions to those who fuck you, Your Royal Highness?"

Jimin broke into an even wider shy smile, his eyes turning to crescents as he tucked his hair behind his ear. "Sir~" he whined, lightly pushing the man's shoulder in a teasing manner. "This is hardly the time or place."

"Oh please," the man said, nearing the prince even more. "Soldiers visit whorehouses before wars all the time. It's a good way to relax."

Jimin pouted, looking up through his lashes. "What do you want?"

"I want to be a guard at the palace. Seems easy enough, and it pays well."

The man surprised Jimin by lunging forward to bury his face in the crook of his neck, beginning to bite and suck his skin like a hungry animal. The prince hurriedly pushed him away. "Not here," he whispered, holding himself back from immediately wiping the man's filthy drool from his neck. "Let's go to my tent... we will have privacy there."

The man grinned broadly and Jimin grabbed his hand to lead the way.

"Horny much?" The man asked when Jimin pulled at his arm quite aggressively.

Jimin looked over his shoulder with a charming smile. "Incredibly," he whispered, scrunching his nose.

"What's going on here?"

The demigod caught the prince by surprise when he suddenly stood right in front of him, his broad chest blocking the way to Jimin's tent as he held up a lantern to illuminate himself.

Jimin cocked his head at the large bow and arrow the demigod now carried on his back, but decided not to speak on it. "This is none of your concern Sunshine," he said instead, the skin around his eyes tightening. "This vigorous man here is simply going to lend me his services in private."

Jungkook's eyes shifted to the man behind Jimin, and then back to the prince. "Is he now?"

"Yes," the prince said sharply, glaring at the demigod and getting so close in his face the two were breathing the same air. "So get out of the way. I want a cock inside of me."

Jungkook's eyes flickered across the prince's face. "Yeah?" He asked as his body gravitated forward. "And you're sure it's his cock you want?"

"Yes," Jimin said, swallowing thickly. "Because at least his cock won't impale me half to death."

The prince and the demigod shared a moment of clashing eyecontact as the atmosphere around them suddenly turned electric.

"Then why..." Jungkook asked huskily, coming so close to the prince their lips nearly brushed. "Is your hand on your dagger, Your Shortness?"

Jimin grinded his jaws when he felt his heart race beneath his chest, feeling so frustrated he wanted to explode. He let go of the man behind him after squeezing his wrist so hard it nearly broke. "Get back to your friends you slimey prick," he mumbled without even sparing him a glance. "And thank the gods you're alive."

"W-what the..." The man held onto his wrist and scurried off, most likely mumbling under his breath that the prince was absolutely insane.

Jungkook took a deep breath and put his hands on his sides. "You were going to kill him" He said. "Why?"

Jimin snorted, watching the pathetic man walk off to find his friends with a smirk. "He wanted me to make him a guard in exchange for letting me ride him. Can you imagine? The best he could do is a farmer with that brain."

Jungkook looked at the prince, and though he knew it was probably his mind playing tricks, it seemed as though the prince was pained for a small moment.

The prince frowned when Jungkook suddenly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward his tent.

The demigod tore him away from the crowd and pushed him inside his tent before bursting in himself. "I've been tasked with keeping you away from the soldiers, did you know that?" He asked, harshly setting down his lantern. "They think you're some monster. They think I should kill you!"

Jimin smirked in a disturbed manner. "Oh really," he laughed. "Are they that concerned about their brainless little minions?"

The demigod and the prince circled around each other, the both of them respiring as though they'd ran a marathon in the Olympic games.

"They don't want you here..." Jungkook said, his skin slowly burning up and glowing with golden light. He pulled his bow over his head and threw it onto the floor. "They know you want them all dead."

"So what?" Jimin asked, peering through his raven bangs as he let his eyes flood with darkness. "They will either die here or on the battlefield..."

Jungkook roared and his eyes blazed bright yellow as he came at the prince, moving with lighting speed to throw a jab right at his face. But to Jungkook's surprise the prince was able to dodge it, and grabbed the demigod's fist to twist his arm behind his back. "Such passion for the people," the prince whispered into the demigod's ear, grinning when Jungkook groaned and tried to get out of his hold. "What happened to getting revenge for your brother?"

The demigod threw his other elbow at the prince, only for the ravenhaired to dodge it again, and twist Jungkook's other arm behind his back as well.

"Are you surprised?" Jimin asked with a heavy breath, catching Jungkook's ear between his teeth. "I'm sure you thought you'd be unstoppable after beating Yoongi."

"Y-you went easy on me during my training," Jungkook said through gritted teeth, writhing and twisting his body to get free from Jimin's grip when the prince began to kiss his neck.

Jimin hummed, dragging his tongue along the shell of the demigod's ear, and making him release an accidental moan. "Too bad playtime is over, Sunshine..."

Jungkook fluttered his eyes, using all his strength to break free from the prince by setting off against the ground with his feet.

"Look at that," Jimin said, looking down at himself, and then at Jungkook. "Our bodies seem to long for each other..."

Jungkook wouldn't look down at his hardness, wouldn't acknowledge it as in that moment, he didn't want it to exist. "I hate you!" He roared, running up to Jimin to throw another fist at him, though this time, surpringly, the prince wasn't fast enough to dodge it.

Black splatters of tar stained the inside of the white tent, and the prince collapsed onto the floor right away.

Jungkook froze, instantly feeling a wave of regret wash over him even though the anger he'd felt moments ago had been overwhelming.

"Jimin..." he whispered, kneeling down beside the prince with a devastated look in his eyes. "I- I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry. I promised to never hurt you... it's just-"

The demigod could only make a strangled noise from the back of his throat when Jimin sat up and locked him into a surprise chokehold, taking him down to pin him against the ground.

"We are fighting Jungkook," the prince grunted as he felt the demigod squirm and writhe underneath him. "Those promises you made... they are meaningless now."

Jungkook tried to gasp for air, clawing at Jimin's hands to get free, though the deity was completely caught in the puppet's strings. "J-Jimin- s-stop it-" he choked out, reaching out to crawl away.

Jimin chuckled ominously, licking his two fingers before bringing them down and slipping them underneath the demigod's tunic. He teased them into the deity's tight little hole, smirking when Jungkook immediately arched his back, and released a loud whine.

"Jimin~ w-wait-"

"Yoongi always used to say that fighting... fighting is like fucking," Jimin panted, letting his fingers play wildly inside the demigod's tight space, thrusting past the boy's walls until he'd rattled him defenseless. "It means nothing without passion..."

Jungkook's eyes fell crossed, and he moaned like a song. "J-Jimin... p-please," he begged. "M-more~"

Jimin added another finger into the deity, making the demigod curl his toes and pant like a dog. "What would the seer say if he saw you now?" The prince asked, wetting his lips. "His dear Chosen One, willingly letting the enemy defile him."

Jungkook drooled against the ground when the prince repeatedly knocked his fingers against his prostate. He surprised the prince by turning around, smashing his lips against Jimin's, and letting their tongues fighting for dominance in a deep, desperate kiss.

He pushed Jimin backwards until he was the one lying down, and revealed the prince's erection that hid beneath his tunic.

Before Jimin could even tease the demigod for his sudden sexual appetite, Jungkook picked himself up and pressed the head of Jimin's cock into his hole, tipping his head back with an obscene whine as he completely lowered himself.

Jimin stared up at the demigod with parted lips, moaning contently as entering the deity felt like melting into a warm bath, the insides of the boy feeling hotter than the sun.

"Is this... w-what it's like to be hated by a demigod?" Jimin asked as Jungkook began to ride him with opened legs. "Or i-is this you still feeling bad for our first time?"

Jungkook screwed his eyes shut, his large, muscular body trembling on the prince's cock as he brought his hips down with an array of lewd moans that could surely be heard outside the tent.

Jimin smirked, reaching out to grab the hem of the demigod's tunic, and stuff it into the deity's mouth to get a better look at his herculean physique. From his large flushed cock that already drizzled precum, to his big pecks and perked nipples that ached to be stimulated.

"Faster..." Jimin ordered, crossing his arms behind his head as he enjoyed the show. "I am expecting more from the Chosen One."

Jungkook growled, bouncing up and down more sensually, though he carried an intense glare as he did so.

Jimin smiled fondly, reaching out again to stroke the demigod's meaty thighs, and to let his hand wander to the boy's twitching cock, teasing his fingers around the head by squeezing it gently.

"Hmmngg~ J-Jimin- t-touch it..." The demigod begged with his mouth full, screwing one of his eyes shut.

The prince chuckled, curling his hand around the young deity's shaft. "Like that?" He whispered hotly, pumping quickly and feeling the demigod's cock throb against his hand.

Jungkook's hips stuttered and he threw his head back dropping the tunic from his mouth and releasing another horribly loud moan. "Y-yes~" he yelled in euphoria as he increased the rate of his girating hips. "Jimin..." he panted, hurriedly riding toward his orgasm. "I d-don't hate you. Oh by the gods~ I don't care if I should, I don't!"

The prince was stunned, and simply stared as the demigod opened up to him in the most vulnerable way possible. Was the boy doing this because he'd finally decided to be on his side? Had he given up on the people? No... would he ever do that?

Jimin stared intently as the demigod carried himself to his orgasm, his cock shooting ribbons of cum against his toned stomach. Jungkook's eyes blazed brightly, but he was able to stop himself from shooting laser beams through the tent this time. He looked at Jimin, biting his lips with a sinfully aroused expression when the prince came inside of him and filled him up.

Jimin clawed at the grass beneath him, arching his back as his body trembled with the height of his pleasure.

The two men panted, and eventually Jimin pulled the demi-deity down against his chest.

"Jimin?" Jungkook said, looking up at the prince. "I never slept with those women... They wanted to but I refused, I promise."

"Hmm," Jimin smirked. "So... I killed six innocent women and yet here you are, submitting to me like this."

Jimin looked down at the demigod, and watched various confused expression cross his pretty face.

"Right and wrong don't seem real anymore," the demi-deity mumbled. "I think you blurred the part of me that used to be so sure that those two things existed."

Jimin sighed deeply and tangled his fingers into Jungkook's blond locks. "Go to sleep, my Sunshine..." he whispered, sweetly pecking his forehead. "And gather your strength... you will need it tomorrow."