A/n: mature heh...

Jimin lead the way to the room upstairs with a lantern in his hand, and the demigod trailed after him in silence.

When they entered the frosty chamber, the tension weighed so heavy it felt nearly impossible for Jungkook to breathe. He closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath and gathering every bit of confidence he had before turning toward the prince.

"Small," Jimin mumbled, looking around at the shabby little room which held one two-prerson bed, a bucket to piss in, and ragged curtains that blew wildly in the evening wind coming from a tiny window. "But... it'll have to do."

Jimin's eyes landed back on the demigod, and after giving the boy a soft smile, he began to untie the belt around his waist.

"Wait... Jimin, are you sure-"

Jungkook interrupted himself when the prince let his belt drop to the floor, his tunic now nothing but a ragged piece of cloth hanging over his shoulders.

The boy stared at Jimin in disbelief of what was happening when the prince seductively peeled the fabric off his body, revealing his slender naked figure. His smooth skin and lightly defined muscles, his milky complexion and the hints of peach on his most sensitive places. He stood elegantly with his weight resting on one leg, playing with his bottom lip as he observed the demigod's face. "Jungkook?" He asked, when the demigod stayed quiet. "Tell me what you're thinking."

The halfgod was busy taking in every inch of the prince's body as though he'd never seen a naked man before. He swallowed thickly, fiddling with his fingers behind his back. "I am... t-thinking quite a few things. It's just that some of them... I don't think I should say out loud."

"Oh, but I want you to," Jimin said, rushing closer toward the demigod until their chests were touching. "Tell me exactly what you'd like to do to me."

Jungkook looked at Jimin with wide doe eyes. "But J-Jimin I... I've never-"

"Shhhh..." Jimin placed his pointer finger against the demigod's lips, pouting sympathetically. "I know that..."

Jungkook looked through his lashes, his breath hitching when the prince slipped his fingers past the border of his lips and into his warm mouth.

"It's okay, it's okay," Jimin coaxed quickly when the demigod panicked at the sudden invasion. He moved his finger in circles, grazing every corner of the demigod's soft and wet mouth, until the boy seemed to relax. "Sex does not know rules, Jungkook. Especially not for people like us."

Jungkook's eyes slipped shut, and he carefully began to enjoy the way the prince was thrusting his finger down his throat. He wanted to ask what the prince meant by people like them, but at the same time, a part of him somehow felt like he already knew the answer.

"Jungkook," Jimin said, taking his finger out of the demigod's mouth now that it was wet and dripping with saliva, coating the boy's lips with a shiny layer of spit. He looked down at his own cock, and the demigod followed his stare with trembling pupils. "How about... I fill your mouth with something a bit bigger now?"

Jungkook's glistening lips parted when Jimin began to push his shoulders down, and he went to his knees, his breathing quickening when he came face to face with the prince's erect length.

"J-Jimi-"

The prince gripped tightly at the blonde locks on the back of his head, and Jungkook gasped, giving Jimin a clear shot to push his cock between the boy's lips.

The demigod gagged the second the head of Jimin's cock hit the back of his throat, and he coughed violently, drool dripping down the sides of his mouth.

"Jungkook..." Jimin breathed as he began sliding his member in and out of the demigod's mouth. "You are scared... I can sense it."

Jungkook grabbed the back of Jimin's thighs, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he bobbed his head and tried to keep up with the deep thrusts his mouth was given.

"But I... I p-promise you hmm~ there's no need. Let yourself g-go Jungkook... just like how we practiced in the woods."

Jimin bit his lips when the demigod began to suck eagerly and licked around his shaft as though he'd never done different.

Jimin took the demigod's head away from his cock by his hair, smiling softly at the boy when he gasped for air and panted with a messy mixture of saliva and pre-cum painted all over his face.

"Don't hide your desires Jungkook," Jimin said stoicly, tugging at the boy's belt and sliding his tunic off his body. He looked sculpted, bronze skin glowing in the light of the lantern that illuminated them both. His skin was baby smooth despite the many times he had suffered at the hands of evil, no scars, no bruises, not a single sign of trauma, and the prince began to wonder if the boy's soul perhaps looked the same.

It was a shame, Jimin thought, that he himself had not also been blessed with the same power to heal even one's internal wounds.

"Jimin," Jungkook mumbled quietly, sitting on his knees and looking up at the prince with eyes full of worship. "I-I'm afraid of... hurting you."

Jimin sighed, pursing his lips at the blonde half-god with what was clearly disappointment. "Jungkook..."

The prince suddenly curled his fingers around the demigod's throat, forcefully dragging him toward the bed like disciplining an animal that needed taming. Jungkook could only emit choking noises, clawing at Jimin's hands before he was thrown onto the thin wooden structure, his body hitting the thin matras filled with straw.

"You could never hurt me."

The demigod tried to prop himself up, but Jimin forced his head back down on the matras with his hand. "Stay," he said sternly, smirking at the boy when he obeyed and lay completely still on his stomach.

His eyes darted on the young demigod's muscly butt. He stroked, slapped it, and dug his nails into the meaty flesh, biting his lips when the demigod whimpered at the rough touches.

"Jimin..." The boy said, his voice so quiet it barely made a sound. "W-what are you going to do?"

The prince did not bother to answer Jungkook. He brought his face to the crevice of the demigod's ass, stuck out his toungue, and dug into the tight spot that none had ever touched for the boy.

Jungkook gasped, clenching his hands around the matras when a part of him that had never been explored before, was licked by the prince in such a lewd way.

Jimin swirled his toungue in circles inside the demigod's asshole, digging deeper, sucking harder, hoping to unlock something within the boy.

But the demigod only moaned and whined, pounding his fist against the matrass in overwhelming pleasure of Jimin's wet toungue tickling his prostate. He squirmed and his body trembled, his toes curling at the way Jimin moved his flexible toungue.

When the prince took his mouth away from the demigod's asshole, he cocked his head at the way the boy's rim whorishly quivered and clenched around nothing.

He was scared and inexperienced, a frightened little boy. But it was obvious that his body wanted this... and much, much more.

Jimin grabbed his cock, stroking it a few more times until it was hard as a rock, before sinking it into the unexpecting demigod, making the boy scream.

"Jungkook, tell me how long you have wanted this," Jimin groaned, rolling forward with an incredible force, but pausing after each thrust to drive the young demigod insane.

Jungkook cried out, his back arching and his legs naturally spreading for more.

"Ever... since you laid eyes on me?" Jimin panted, dragging his toungue across his lips when the boy pushed his butt higher up in the air. "Ever since... you held me for the first time?"

The prince leaned forward to grab a fistful of Jungkook's golden hair and yanked his head back, earning him another loud, pathetic whine from the young boy. "Look at your strong, gorgeous body... Jungkook," Jimin said. "How it succumbs to me so well. Listen to your own loud, obscene moans. This was meant to be Jungkook... we were always meant to be together. You know it... I know it."

The prince began to thrust faster, deeper, turning the boy underneath him into trembling mess from the pleasure.

"J-J-Jimin I- I c-can't... contr- control m-my eyes-" Jungkook suddenly stuttered, his voice failing and breaking. "T-they're gonna ahh~ ah~ b-burn... by the g-gods p-please~"

"Let it happen," Jimin ordered, reaching out to hold his hand before the demigod's eyes. "Do it Jungkook...."

"Ah~ ahh~ J-Jim-min~" the boy whined, finding himself blinded by the prince's hand. His body spasmed and trembled with each quick thrust into his slick asshole, and then he cried out loud enough for the entire tavern downstairs to surely hear. Two firey laserbeams shot from the demigod's eyes, and he came against the straw matrass with an intensity that made his entire body stiff.

Jimin bit into his lower lip, stopping the laserbeams with his hand even though the pain was immeasurable. "There it is..." he whispered, slowing his thrusts with an excited smile as he watched the boy climax. "There you are..."

The room fell quiet when Jungkook's eyes stopped firing burning beams of light, and the boy stopped respiring, his body no longer weak and tired, but glowing, and hard as iron.

Jimin slowly removed his hand from Jungkook's face, and two sets of glowing orbs shone into the room like stars in the night.

The prince's hand was destroyed, two of his fingers gone and the others hanging on threads of tar. But soon enough they began to grow back again, the broken ones re-attaching themselves like they'd never been blown away in the first place.

The prince looked at them and moved them contently, before letting his eyes dart back on the demigod.

The tall, muscular deity, slowly turned on his back, and elevated off the bed as though for a moment, he weighed as light as a feather.

"This is the real you..." Jimin said, his gaze trailing up and down the demigod's body now that it was glowing like the sun and beaming with power a mere mortal could only dream of possesing. "Without your brother's teachings clouding your mind... without any memory of the hate those people in the capitol held for you. No unnecessary fear, no unnecessary mercy."

Jimin walked closer to the demigod, his own, pale and skinny body contrasting with Jungkook's warmer and bigger one. "Together we would be undefeatable," Jimin murmured, reaching out to stroke the demigod's firey skin. "Together... my mother's plan can be brought to reality without issue."

The prince let his hands roam all over Jungkook's body, kissing each inch of his skin and rubbing himself against the man as it was his turn to worship. "Jungkook stay by my side," he begged, licking the boy's neckline before taking the tough skin between his teeth. "Stay by my side... be my balance... my antithesis... my soulma-"

Jungkook latched on to the prince's wrist so tightly Jimin feared he would snap it.

His glowing eyes were unreadable, as he was wearing a constant frown as he looked at the prince. He pulled Jimin closer until their faces were inches apart, and the longer he waited, the more convinced the prince became that he had made a grave mistake. A miscalculation in his plan. His mother had tried to advise him all along to kill the demigod. The boy was a distraction. A horrible danger to his cause.

But Jimin couldn't help it.

Because no matter how hard he had tried to deny it.

The doe-eyed demigod, with his pure heart, funny jokes, was his one and only weakness.

Manipulating him into obeying him... was the only other chance the prince had to save him.

"What now?" Jimin asked, bottom lip trembling as the demigod held him close. "Will you snap my neck?" He asked, rasing his chin though he was petrified with fear. "Rip my heart out? Burn my bod-"

The demigod lunged forward and breathed in deeply as he kissed the prince, violently pushing his toungue into the man's mouth without any restraint.

Jimin moaned, and the demigod picked him up by his neck, causing his frail body to squirm in the air as he gasped like a fish out of water.

"Together..." The demigod said, his voice at least three octaves lower than its usual tone, and carrying such divinity it made the prince cower into submission.

"Y-yes, my sunshine," he choked out, looking down at the demigod as his eyes flooded with darkness, licking his lips as his mouth watered. "T-together, I promise."