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concubines were vulnerabilities, in so many ways.

they were distractions, of course - pretty omegas that made lesser men want to fuck on their war tables instead of plan, soft creatures that made them give in when they asked them to stay in bed. they were weak, decorative rather than utilitarian, unable to defend themselves or anyone else. it was pure luck to find a loyal one, considering most had been taken by force or coercion, leaving them easy to corrupt, natural traitors to the crown.

all it had taken was for one concubine to be stolen and her illicit lover on the king’s guard was suddenly all-too-willing to tell yoongi every weakness in their defenses, and now -

well.

their pathetic king had decided to hide away in the concubine quarters, like it would do him any good.

yoongi’s men were thorough and understood the importance of conquer. theirs was still a small kingdom, and yoongi deserved to be on the throne of an entire empire. his men knew this. they also knew that, though concubines could be easily corrupted and swayed, any loyalty to their previous king would only serve as a weakness to their new one. they were good men, at least the ones that yoongi kept by his side, and were merciful and quick as they tore through after yoongi painfully and slowly cut the king’s neck.

the omegas shrieked, but the quarters were meant to keep them in, and there were no unguarded ways to escape. that didn’t stop them from trying.

most of them.

there were two standing against the farthest wall, holding hands and watching yoongi. they were dressed in silks and garish bands that were symbols of their ownership, their place as concubines, but - compared to the fineness of the other omegas’ clothing and jewels, and the absence of old bruises on the other omegas’ skin, they were not nearly as favored as the others. odd, given their beauty. there was fright in their eyes, of course there was, but there was also something curious and unidentifiable.

yoongi made a point to be interested only in things that concerned him, but as one of his men approached them with his bloody sword drawn, he bit out a command. “stop.”

everything stopped at once, his men still until they understood his command, returning to the slaughter once they knew it was not one for them. the man near the omegas stood at attention, sword still raised but not threatening an immediate kill.

yoongi left the king to take his last garbled breath by himself, approaching them with pursed lips and an assessing glare. they were attractive. as opposed as he was to concubines, he could admit that. they were too thin, likely given the scraps left by the others, and too pale, kept under the king’s lock and key, away from the sun and freedom.

one was taller, broader, his thick hair framing his face in loose waves. his eyes were dark, looking at yoongi with something akin to defiance. larger than yoongi, too. if he was a different man, perhaps he would be intimidated by this, even angered that an omega had surpassed him. but he was not a different man, and yoongi knew that he commanded a room, commanded any alpha, could command an omega with no effort at all.

the other was slighter, more lithe, graceful. he had high cheekbones and bright eyes. he had lovely, plush lips, like the other, and he was biting the lower one hard enough to bleed.

yoongi frowned and touched his lip with his thumb, ignoring the omega’s flinch.

he could see them shake, could see their white-knuckled grip as they squeezed the others’ hand, but they didn’t drop to their knees, didn’t beg for mercy, did nothing but hold his gaze when he met theirs in turn.

“take them,” he told his man.

he turned away. he had already given them more time than he should have. the king’s body needed to be dragged through the grounds and town for the survivors to see. what few survivors there were.

-

he arrived in his own kingdom three days later, after his reign had been established in the conquered region and one of his generals assigned its command. the concubines were waiting in his quarters, kneeling on the stone ground, hands and ankles bound thoroughly enough that they could not stand, much less run.

they watched him watch them.

yoongi pulled a chair in front of them, far enough that even if they were free from their bindings, they would be unable to reach him easily. he leaned forward, looking at them with interest. there was no matching interest in their eyes, but wariness. and yet, they did not look away.

“do you have names?” he said after a long few moments of observation.

“we are whatever your majesty wishes to name us,” the shorter one replied properly, diplomatically. his voice was hoarse. his men had better hope it was only from disuse.

“what did your king call you?”

“you are our king, your majesty,” the other replied, proper, diplomatic. it was already getting old.

his displeased impatience must have shown on his face, because the first answered. “i am hoseok. he is taehyung.”

“hoseok and taehyung,” yoongi said slowly, testing them on his tongue. they rolled off acceptably enough. no need to change them.

he stood abruptly, turning away from their flinch to retrieve the small knife he had set on the table. they were silent as he went around them, cutting their bindings. there were red marks on their skin from the rope. taehyung didn’t try to jerk away when he grabbed his wrist to inspect it.

“stand,” he said. he didn’t wait for them to comply. perhaps it was foolish to put his back to them when they were unbound, but they had no weapons on them. they’d been stripped and dressed in rough hemp before being delivered, briskly washed of the dirt from travel. it would do for now. he would have them bathed appropriately in the morning.

he opened the door to the room that belonged to his previous personal servant until the beta was seen speaking to a rebel. the rebel had been working at a market stall and he had argued he was merely making a purchase with no idea of his trespass, but it was hardly worth the risk. it was a nice enough room, and he hadn’t even been killed in it. there was a window that would open enough for fresh air, but if broken, they could only leap onto the hard pavement three floors below. more than suitable for two captured concubines.

he gestured impatiently and they filed in, glancing around. there were enough blankets set aside for two pallets, good. candles, matches. he heard one of their stomachs growl lowly as they passed. “you’ll stay here.”

“yes, your majesty,” hoseok said, quiet, resigned but with no annoying misery behind it.

yoongi peered at them for a moment, and once more, they did not look away. “hoseok and taehyung,” he tested again, slowly. they did not respond, and he left them alone, closing the door behind him and ensuring that they heard the snick of the lock when he turned the key, pocketing it afterwards.

“hoseok and taehyung,” he muttered to himself. the servant waiting outside the door didn’t jump when he opened it, a testament to her unwavering loyalty. “food. warm.”

she bowed low as he closed the door.

he’d wasted enough time on the concubines already and he pushed them from his mind, attending to the documents he had neglected during his time away.

but - when the servant returned with a heavy tray of food, he allowed himself one more moment. he unlocked the concubines door, noting the way that they were curled around each other on one bed, holding the other as if to comfort. they visibly jumped at his entrance. he didn’t bother sneering.

he took the tray and set it on the chest near the door, looking at them look at him.

“eat,” he said, and closed the door behind him, pointedly turning the lock once again.

he returned to his work until the candles burned low and morning threatened to come through the windows. with a sigh, he retired, not giving the concubines mere feet away another thought.

or trying to, at least.

he scoffed at himself as he turned on his side, forcing sleep to come. vulnerabilities already. he’d have to get rid of them, pretty curiosities or not.

-

yoongi meant to get rid of them.

they knew too much about the layout of his palace, even if they had only been led through it once, so the only option was death. but then he looked at them as they knelt in front of his throne, hands bound behind their backs, his sword readied by his side - he sighed. there was an option other than death, it seemed.

“you will be trained.” he didn’t need to address the nearest servant directly. they knew to listen. “find a use for them.”

he lounged on his throne and watched them leave out of the corner of his eye, dragged up roughly and led away.

yoongi wasn’t a fool. he did not make foolish decisions. if he decided to do this, to allow the little omegas to live, then it could not be a foolish notion by nature. and if it was - well. he could always kill them in the end.

he briefly entertained the idea of lodging them in the servant quarters, but that would give them an opportunity to escape or plot or whatever else two coerced concubines could do to the king that had slain their master. no, it was best to keep them under lock and key in his own rooms just as the night before.

-

hoseok and taehyung trained as servants, rising quickly through the ranks. they started as general castle servants, performing the grunt work of scrubbing floors and cleaning the rooms of lowly loyal men. their progress managed to catch yoongi off guard, though he showed nothing but cool indifference, when he saw them scrubbing the hall on their knees one day and pouring wine at one of the obligatory showy meals the next.

taehyung caught his eye and had the audacity to smirk - just a flash of it and just for a moment, but yoongi saw it was there. he ignored both of them when they came back to his quarters that night, pointedly locking their door with an audible snick.

hoseok was the next to catch his ire a few weeks later. they were no longer serving wine to lower lords, but to him.

“your highness?” hoseok said from behind him, quiet enough that yoongi could ignore it easily. he wasn’t used to servants talking to him without invitation but he spared him a dismissive grunt. “you’d like the fried rolls. they’re sweeter than usual.”

yoongi didn’t acknowledge him further but, he found out after glancing around to make sure hoseok wasn’t looking, he was right.

-

yoongi was more annoyed than anything at the slash across his eye, a deep cut that would inevitably leave a scar. the injury didn’t touch his eye itself and he was hardly vain enough to worry about aesthetics. if he did allow himself an aesthetic thought, it would be that the scar would make him more intimidating to foes.

he waved off the healer when he arrived back at the palace, unwilling for those in court attendance to see any weakness. the vultures took every chance they had to swoop, and it would be stupid to give them a free opportunity. it was better to take care of his injury in his own private quarters, away from the eyes of throne-hungry alphas.

taehyung’s voice didn’t startle him. it would have been shameful for yoongi to not hear his soft footsteps or feel his presence as he came into the room. he didn’t startle at taehyung’s touch, either. though it did cause him to still.

taehyung brushed his fingers on his shoulder as he came around, looking down at yoongi’s bloody cheek with something akin to concern.

yoongi almost asked what he was doing, what did he want, why was he there - but.

taehyung took the wet cloth from his hand, and yoongi let him dab at the cut gently. he bit his lip in concentration, brows furrowed, ignoring yoongi’s intense stare.

“you don’t have to do this.”

to his credit, taehyung didn’t jump. he didn’t stop touching him, either. “i know,” he murmured. “stay still.”

yoongi was close to snapping at him to show respect when taehyung glanced down, meeting his eyes with a sparkle in his own.

“your highness,” he added.

yoongi could have killed him for his insolence. there was no reason to keep disrespectful concubines around, to allow frivolous whores to see him injured and vulnerable. perhaps - perhaps he was tired of blood that night. the whore should count himself lucky.

there was no acknowledgement of luck on taehyung’s face, though. just quiet amusement amongst intentional care.

yoongi didn’t let his guard down, of course - it would have been beyond foolish to allow anyone that close to him just to allow them access to his throat - but taehyung didn’t try to pull out a dagger. though there was hardly a place he could hide it, with his robes as sheer and scant as they were.

after he had dabbed at the wound enough to give a satisfied nod, yoongi dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

taehyung bowed almost low enough to be appropriate before straightening up quickly. “oh! one moment, please—”

yoongi watched as he scurried off to his and hoseok’s room, coming back just a moment later with a small jar of salve. yoongi snatched his wrist before he could open it, feeling a small glint of vindication when taehyung startled.

“what is that?” he asked, voice low and even.

taehyung’s shoulders relaxed just a bit. “hyung and i have been using it for a while. it keeps things from scarring as much.”

something about that made yoongi’s chest clench tightly - he quickly recognized the feeling for what it was. anger. “who has been wounding you, taehyung?”

though yoongi’s voice was icy, inarguably dangerous, the omega merely tilted his head and gave him a small, fond smile. “no one. your highness’s protection goes far. we use it for—for scars that have been there for a long time.”

yoongi spoke without thinking. “i’ll kill them.”

taehyung ducked his head, soft hair falling over his eyes, a pleased blush brushing over his cheeks. “you already did, alpha. may i?”

he grunted out an affirmation, leaning back in his chair as the fire in his chest settled. taehyung was even more gentle than before as he traced the wound with the rose-scented balm. he didn’t avoid yoongi’s eyes as they stared him down, instead meeting them as he finished and pressed the lid shut.

“can i serve you further, sir?”

yoongi shook his head once, watching as taehyung bowed once more, retreating to his room for the night. he ignored hoseok as he came in a few moments later, not acknowledging his respectful bow before closing the door to their quarters.

he didn’t bolt their door closed that night. he looked at it as a test, of sorts. they knew it was open, they knew they could run, and yet - their door remained closed, with the occasional muffled conversation and the quiet sounds of sliding into the bed they seemed to share even though there were two pallets in the room.

they were still sleeping when he opened it early the next morning, curled into each other, naked and pretty, waiting for the morning sun to tell them to wake. he left it open as he went about his day - there were plenty of papers to go over, strategies of attack to plan. he ignored their cheery good mornings when they did wake and went off to attend to their chores.

he was glad they weren’t around to see his face afterwards, because he could not ignore hoseok’s murmur before the chamber door was completely closed - “oh,” he said to taehyung. yoongi could imagine his face, pleasant and pleased, eyes twinkling with mischief, the picture of a mouthy omega. “he does look handsome.”

-

as much as yoongi would have liked to, he couldn’t ignore the more tedious responsibilities of the crown.

talking to his public was almost painful. dealing with complex issues about land-use was one barely-tolerable but useful thing. dealing with sniveling yangban who started petty squabbles amongst themselves was something else entirely. there were always heads rolling in the courtyard by the end of the day. the air seemed purer without their living lungs breathing it in.

there had only been three that evening. there had been up to twelve in the past.

perhaps, yoongi thought with a scowl, he was going too soft.

his scowl grew more intense as hoseok and taehyung entered his quarters, telling a story in their lilting voices, laughing their pleasant laughs, pretty fingers laced together as they walked hand in hand.

he had been right all along, of course. concubines were a weakness, a distraction, one that no king had any excuse for. a king with distractions was just a body waiting to fall, and yoongi was hardly a fucking fool. though they crossed his mind only when they were there, they should not to be in his mind at all. he didn’t need their presence to know they were playing games, toying with his mind, trying to dig in scraggy roots to exploit any knowledge they could drink up.

perhaps those three heads now hanging in the yard as a last humiliation should grow to five.

hoseok caught his eye and frowned, heart-shaped smile tilting down in a way that, for some reason, made yoongi furious. not at hoseok, but at whatever caused the pretty omega to be any less decorative.

“sire?”

yoongi grunted.

hoseok glanced over his face, trying to decide the right words. “if alpha would like some relief,” he said finally, voice low but steady, confident. “we’re only a door away.”

it shouldn’t have shocked yoongi. whether he used them as such or not, they were concubines trained - or conditioned - to serve their master in whatever way he liked. it was hardly unusual for a concubine to try to seduce a king, and even less unusual for an omega to attract an alpha.

but there was something in hoseok’s tone - and in both of their faces, the way they looked at him with something akin to tender want, smiled without venom dripping from their teeth, willed him a good night even though they had seen him slay their omegan fellows right in front of them, close enough that blood splattered on their feet - that was different.

he gave hoseok a succinct nod and looked back to his work, a clear dismissal that hoseok obliged.

yoongi was not a foolish king, nor a knot-driven alpha. he pushed them from his mind and bent his head over his plans to build a kingdom around his rule; relief was not conducive to the iron goal.

-

there was nothing different about that night.

it had been a fairly innocuous day, even. no traveling, nothing strenuous, just a quiet moment to revel in the world he was conquering and the brief moment of peace that came after each war.

taehyung and hoseok were no different than usual, either, though their usual had gradually shifted since they were first brought to the palace months ago. they did not carry the heady scent of approaching heats, nor did they dress more provocatively or sway their hips with each step.

taehyung had only just stopped fussing over yoongi’s now-healed scar (much less jagged than it would have been without the balm taehyung insisted on applying). hoseok had begun bidding him a bright good morning and had once nearly embraced him on his return from a raid before dropping to his knees to offer a deep bow instead.

yoongi found that he had gradually shifted over the months, as well.

he no longer locked their door at night (he trusted his instincts to wake him at the slightest sound of creaking). he sometimes allowed them scraps of his royal meals (if he demanded more cuts of meat, it was well within his right). he allowed himself the occasional (very occasional, always hidden) glance at their bodies, particularly when they were so barely-shrouded as they were in the sheer robes they favored after retiring from their duties.

their duties had changed, as well. they were hardly prized members of his staff, but yoongi had tasked them with dressing him each morning before they left, undressing him for his luxurious baths. he stopped their attempts at arousing him with a single glare when they washed him, but they only offered sly smiles, like they were pups caught doing something naughty rather than slaves defying their master’s unspoken orders.

but that night - they did not bathe him, they did not give him those looks, did not emphasize their figures with belted sashes or their loyalty with deferential bows. and yet.

“come to my bed,” yoongi said abruptly, right as hoseok began to murmur a pleasant good night.

they looked at him, shocked, assessing.

“both of you,” he clarified.

though he knew it would be consensual - welcomed, considering how frequently, if subtly, they made their desires known - he wasn’t prepared for the bright, matching grins they gave him. they were nothing short of resplendent.

hoseok and taehyung were, in all honesty, extraordinarily different than all others he had bedded. though all of his previous conquests were just as attractive (nearly. they were nearly as attractive as the two in front of him.), they held themselves with confidence in themselves and their standing. 

they weren’t like the alphas who enjoyed playing submissive, doing everything short of taking yoongi’s knot. they weren’t like the betas who played up their talents: poets skilled with their tongues, gonghu players who exercised vocals as he plowed into them. they weren’t like the other omegas, either. they didn’t cower, didn’t immediately present themselves, cunts reddened and ripe. they didn’t whisper alluring, submissive, yes, alpha, whatever you wish, alpha, i am yours, alpha at his demand for their presence.

instead, hoseok gave him the heart-shaped smile that had been coming more frequently as time passed. he didn’t wait for permission to step to him, putting an elegant hand on yoongi’s hip and holding the other out to invite taehyung closer.

taehyung laughed deep and happy, coming into hoseok’s hold and kissing yoongi outright. something about the way he kissed made yoongi know he was still smiling, and though yoongi wasn’t smiling - he hardly smiled, unless it came to him during cruelty - he understood. he nipped at taehyung’s lip, holding him by his waist with a near-painful grip, needing to emphasize that, regardless of the whores’ enthusiasm, he was the one in charge.

taehyung sighed against his lips, not quite contrite but willing to tone down his eager chase for more. yoongi deepened their kiss, taking in the cool mint of his tongue, the hot touch of the hand pressed to his chest, the way taehyung, who towered over him more often than not, seemed to shrink just to fit in his arms.

“taehyungie,” hoseok whined dramatically, giving him a chastising shove. “be fair to hyung.”

taehyung giggled again, lips still against yoongi’s. still, he pulled away - yoongi nearly had to stop himself from scowling and demanding more, but hoseok took taehyung’s place before he could begin to do so. hoseok was different than taehyung, lighter, airier, small enough that yoongi felt he could keep him pressed to his side forever.

where taehyung was fresh mint, hoseok was warm sun, spreading light across yoongi’s teeth as hoseok got a taste.

he could abruptly see the appeal of concubines; they were intoxicating.

except - no, that wasn’t it. he could see the appeal of hoseok and taehyung. if concubines were intoxicating wines that caused the death of kings, hoseok and taehyung were a reinvigorating elixir that might very well make yoongi live forever.

“his majesty really wants us in his bed?” taehyung asked, chin resting on yoongi’s sharp shoulder.

yoongi reached up, put a hand in taehyung’s fluffy hair. he let hoseok kiss his jaw, lips parting when he felt him trace a line down the cut of it. as abruptly as he saw the appeal, he knew what he wanted just as quickly. “alpha,” he snapped, voice dropping into an almost growl. “call me alpha.”

hoseok made a high-pitched, wordless noise against his skin, pulling back to look at him with a warm face, an odd expression. “taehyungie—” he said, though he was looking at yoongi with shiny eyes. “he wants us to call him alpha.”

“i heard,” taehyung said. yoongi glanced over and saw that he looked just as pleased. “our alpha.”

yoongi almost objected. he wasn’t their alpha. they didn’t carry his bite, he had no desire to give them pups, if he would kill for them it was only because he was their king and sire and master - but.

there were too many fucking buts with these two.

“bed,” he snapped.

hoseok didn’t look put off at yoongi’s harsh shove, walking backwards until his knees hit the mattress and falling willingly back onto it. his heart-smile was fading, though, but not with disinterest. it was being replaced by a dark-eyed look, one that spoke of want. the same want was in taehyung’s eyes - yoongi had to give him the same treatment as hoseok to see it, though, shoving him until he stumbled and landed on the bed, giving him a pouty look that yoongi wanted to lick away.

the omegas looked up at him with clear desire. though they were below him - in position, in subgender, in everything - they looked as if they wanted to devour him. they looked like they could devour him, if yoongi let his guard down for long enough.

yoongi never let his guard down. that wouldn’t change no matter how pretty the omega looking up at him was. but he would let them try.

“what would you like us to do, alpha?” hoseok asked, undoing his own sash to let his robe fall open.

yoongi felt a brief flare of panic - what did he want them to do? at that moment, he would have taken them any way possible, too many acts and positions and tastes to choose from.

taehyung saved him the decision. “i would like to suck your cock, alpha.” he paused, giving him a dramatically pleading look. “if it would so please you.”

yoongi let out a put-upon sigh, glancing at hoseok. “and you, omega? have you any demands?”

it might have been the first time he played along with their - whatever they did. it was not necessarily flirting, nor was it a game. the latter would be a particularly dangerous game in their position, considering yoongi’s moods tended towards murderous to tetchy at any given moment. though. his mood did tend to shift when he was around the two of them. he attributed the shift to the privacy of his quarters, but - did he feel that way before capturing them?

did it count as capture, really? with the two of them giving him looks from the beginning, acting as if their capture was a rescue, and now, sitting on his bed all pleased and dark-eyed and aroused, it was as though they walked willingly into his palace rather than dragged, bound, by his raiding party.

willing property of mad king yoongi. perhaps they were as mad as him, to seek his company.

he waited for the bite of suspicion, pre-emptive revenge, but it didn’t come. it was practically chased away by hoseok’s gentle smile.

“i’d like to kiss you,” he said, tenderly. he furrowed his brows, lips pouting. “and watch. taehyung’s mouth is so talented, your maj—alpha,” he smiled, “you won’t regret your decision. may i undress you?”

yoongi nodded once and hoseok stood, hands immediately gracing over his chest and sides. yoongi quirked a brow at his bold touch but it went unseen; hoseok was entirely focused on disrobing him, watching intently as his own hands untied yoongi’s topmost layer, sliding the outer robe over his shoulders. extravagant embroidered silk fell to the ground, and yoongi felt an odd sort of pleasure when neither hoseok nor taehyung leapt to pick it up. it was a stretch of reasoning, but ignoring the cloth of the crown in favor of their king’s form - it was thrilling, really, to be the focus of such reverence.

their reverence only grew as hoseok exposed yoongi’s chest. there were scars littering his pale skin - most marks of a time before he was king, of a time he erased from public memory, as well as his own. they had certainly not received taehyung’s gentle, rose-scented care, and were jagged, marring the surface. there was no mistaking the hitch in taehyung’s breath and hoseok’s thick swallow, and yoongi could only smirk at their obvious pleasure.

he couldn’t hold back his sharp inhale as hoseok dipped down, licking a stripe over one of his nipples before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to it. his mouth moved downward as hoseok shed him of his clothes, hot and enticing. he dropped to his knees, untying yoongi’s trousers, still kissing his stomach. his kisses stopped just short of his still-covered cock when taehyung let out a protesting whine.

“hyung!” he pouted, nudging hoseok with his foot. “i claimed that.”

yoongi snorted. “you claimed me, omega?”

“i said i wanted to suck your cock,” taehyung said, unrepentant.

hoseok grinned as he looked over at taehyung. “you haven’t even seen his cock yet, baby.”

baby, yoongi thought. the word left a pleasant taste in his mouth, even though he hadn’t been the one to say it. hoseok’s voice was sweet at the worst of times, addressing taehyung so affectionately was pure honey. it was unlike yoongi to be taken in by anything so mundane as pet names, but - he had made plenty of exceptions for the two pretty omegas, he could afford another.

“and you?” he asked hoseok, giving him a sharp accusative look. “i told you to undress me.”

it appeared that both of them had developed a tongue when they received his approval. hoseok laughed, even as he kissed yoongi’s stomach again, hooking his thumbs in his trousers to pull them down. “i was not told to undress you, alpha. i asked.”

“he asked very politely, even,” taehyung nodded.

yoongi could have killed them for their cheek. he could have killed them for anything that had done, anything they had attempted to do, since they entered his kingdom. and yet - he gave hoseok’s lovely face a light smack, receiving only a giggle in return, and his lips twitched in response. “go, hoseok.”

hoseok’s smile was a heart once again. “taehyungie, come here, get ready to please your alpha.”

again, there was a flurry of something in yoongi’s chest at being referred to as their alpha. it was swiftly pushed to the side as hoseok slid his pants down, revealing his half-hard cock. taehyung knelt at hoseok’s side, at yoongi’s feet, and took yoongi’s cock in his hand. it was hardly the hand of a dainty wisp of an omega, and his tan fingers looked pleasant as they cupped the base where yoongi’s knot would form.

he didn’t look demurely up at yoongi as he licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, seemingly focused on his own enjoyment of taking him into his mouth than he was on yoongi’s own. it was unconventional compared to those he had fucked in the past, and he chose to believe that it was the newness of it that went straight to his dick. taehyung must have felt the slight jump in his hand because he glanced up, his eyes holding the smirk that his mouth could not make - it was too occupied with taking yoongi in, filling himself with as much of yoongi’s cock as possible. taehyung had not made him nearly wet enough to smoothly glide down his throat, but the heat of his mouth, even when it was just his silky cheeks, was enough to make yoongi grab his hair to keep him from pulling off.

taehyung glanced up at him again, this time with a hint of wariness - the first sign of fear yoongi had seen in him since his capture. hoseok had gone still beside him, too, eyes flicking between the two of them.

the way yoongi released him was calculated, deliberate. “at your own pace, omega,” he muttered.

taehyung did pull off of him then, wariness turning into something wide-eyed and eager. he nudged hoseok, communicating without words, impossible for yoongi to understand. but when they both turned their gaze on him, he understood - the omegas were rewarding him, as if he had won their approval, as if he needed a gift for doing what he wanted to do.

he would take the gift he was offered, he decided, as taehyung’s hot tongue laved over his cock before taking him in once more, hoseok leaning down from the other side to lap at his balls, kissing them sweetly before sucking them into his mouth, repeating his movements as taehyung bobbed his head slightly, taking his cock in deeper.

yoongi’s lips parted as he watched them work. he basked in the feelings for a moment before biting out a gruff “off,” moving past them to lay on the bed. the omegas’ eyes swept over his naked body - he didn’t miss the way hoseok licked his lips or the way taehyung swallowed at the sight of his quickly-hardening cock as it rested proudly on his stomach. they remained kneeling, the image of obedient pups, porcelain statues, pretty omegas.

yoongi smirked. “well?”

taehyung practically scrambled onto the bed, going back to his self-imposed task. hoseok laughed at him, chiming and charming, sitting on the edge beside him. “and me, alpha?”

“and you?” yoongi asked. he almost grabbed taehyung’s hair again but caught himself at the last moment, instead resting his hand on his head, practically petting it. his breath caught in his throat when taehyung hummed appreciatively around his cock. “you’ve already said what you want to do, hoseok.”

“i have,” hoseok agreed, giving taehyung a loving look before laying down beside yoongi, nuzzling his cheek onto yoongi’s plush pillows. “i like when you call me my name.”

taehyung hummed again, seemingly in agreement.

“as opposed to what?” yoongi asked, chest tightening as taehyung’s tongue lapped close to the base of his cock, over the soft swell of his yet-to-form knot.

“exactly. you don’t usually call us anything, sire.” he smiled a little, reaching down to run his fingers through taehyung’s hair, brushing lightly over yoongi’s hand as he did so. “but i like the sound of my name in your mouth. our names. taehyung’s almost sounds better.”

yoongi wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he did not say anything. instead, he gripped the nape of hoseok’s neck, pulling him in and pressing their lips together.

hoseok took over eagerly. he was a messy kisser, something that surprised yoongi. of the two of them, hoseok was the most deliberate, careful, paying attention to small details that yoongi hadn’t realized he could even appreciate. yet here he was, licking into yoongi’s mouth eagerly, touching yoongi’s waist with his slender hand.

yoongi couldn’t suppress the flurry of fondness in his stomach as taehyung simultaneously pressed until yoongi’s cock brushed the back of his throat and reached up for hoseok’s hand, lacing their fingers together before resting their joined hands on his waist once more. the fondness was, of course, outweighed by the feeling of taehyung’s mouth. yoongi groaned and rolled his hips up experimentally, then again when taehyung let out a needy moan around him.

hoseok kissed him leisurely for a few long moments before pulling away, extricating his hand from taehyung’s and pushing himself up on his elbow. “taehyungie, baby?”

taehyung waited until his mouth was as filled as possible before glancing up at him, eyes shining and dark.

“would you let hyung have a turn, hm? my cunt feels empty.”

“fuck,” yoongi hissed. taehyung pulled off of his cock just to give him a bright smile.

“can hobi-hyung ride you, alpha? he’s so pretty—”

“i know he’s pretty,” yoongi snapped. hoseok laughed, eyes half-mooned slivers of delight. yoongi scowled. he needed to do a much more thorough job of controlling his omegas, apparently. they were much too willful. “on my cock, omega. do as you’re told.”

“gladly, sire,” hoseok smiled, straddling as soon as taehyung was out of the way.

yoongi grunted.

“alpha,” hoseok corrected. he glanced at taehyung with a question in his eyes, one that yoongi couldn’t figure out.

taehyung knew, apparently, because he turned to yoongi with wide, pleading eyes, clearly put on for effect. “would you save your knot for me? please, alpha?”

yoongi was about to agree - what alpha would turn down an omega begging for their knot before they were even being fucked? - but paused, glancing between them. “your hyung doesn’t want it, hm?”

“it’s not that—” hoseok started, but taehyung quickly interrupted, looking at yoongi unrepentantly.

“no. hyung doesn’t like it.”

yoongi glanced at hoseok, meeting his wary eyes. yoongi huffed - he hadn’t fucked taehyung’s throat when he clearly didn’t want it, why should this be any different? “and you, taehyung?”

“i love it,” taehyung said, eyes wide. there was no dramatics or deception in his voice.

hoseok didn’t sink onto his cock, but he did lower himself down, guiding the tip over his wet hole. he was sure hoseok could feel the way his cock pulsed in his hand at the sensation. “he loves being knotted when he likes the alpha.”

“and i like you a lot,” taehyung promised.

the question escaped before yoongi could stop it. “why?”

taehyung looked as though he hadn’t expected him to question it, but hoseok smiled, soft and honest. “because we do. i won’t pretend you’re not fearsome, alpha. we’ve seen you kill before. we’ve heard what you do to those who oppose you. you’re cruel and ruthless and terrifying - but never to us.”

“you kept us alive for some reason,” taehyung agreed. “then you kept us around, and,” he paused, laughing. “it sounds like—a captive hallucination, but it’s not. we admire you, and trust you.”

“and care for you.” hoseok finally took him in, his tight cunt drooling around his cock, clearly not used to large intrusions after so long. “it may be foolish, but we do.”

“and you’re handsome,” taehyung added.

hoseok laughed, carefully wriggling to get used to the feeling. “you are.”

yoongi was quiet for a long moment, gripping one of hoseok’s thighs as he thought. perhaps it was stupid to consider it when they had him in such a vulnerable position, but he would be a useless king if he couldn’t think clearly even when an omega sat on his dick. he decided, nodded once, and that was all it took for hoseok to start riding him.

he was slow at first, measuring his movements as he grew loose and accustomed enough to move, but as soon as he was adjusted, he slid down, taking him nearly to the base. he let out a huff of frustration as he struggled to take him fully and yoongi generously helped him, rolling his hips to give him the final inch. hoseok let out a moan as he did so - unexpectedly high-pitched and whimpery, enough so that yoongi was on the verge of worrying that he was too big for him, but all worries were erased when taehyung put a hand to the flat of hoseok’s stomach, pressing enough that yoongi felt a tiny bit of added pressure.

“taehyungie,” hoseok whimpered.

“oh, alpha is so big, isn’t he?” taehyung cooed, sliding his hand down hoseok’s body to press the heel of it to hoseok’s small cock.

“fuck,” hoseok hissed, grinding his hips to get more friction from it.

yoongi gripped his hips bruisingly tight - god, he wanted to bruise him up, he realized, he wanted to leave his mark, show that he was there, that he claimed hoseok and taehyung both, that no one was ever allowed to touch them but him.

“does he feel good, alpha?” taehyung asked, looking at him coyly.

yoongi wanted to glare, wanted to bite out that of course he did, don’t ask pointless questions - but he could only roll his hips and grip him harder. “yes.”

“good.” taehyung sighed, looking up at hoseok with hearts in his eyes. hoseok’s own eyes were squeezed shut, too overwhelmed with feeling to open them. “so pretty, too. isn’t he?”

“yes—” yoongi said, embarrassingly quick. he was pretty. a pretty plaything, sitting pretty on his cock. he could admit that. hoseok opened his eyes at that, just enough for yoongi to see his pleasure at the compliment. “pretty.”

“alpha likes me?”

there was vulnerability in hoseok’s voice, and it was that that made yoongi break. he surged up, keeping hoseok in his lap but grabbing the nape of his neck roughly. his teeth nipped sharply at hoseok’s lip as he kissed him, almost as bruisingly hard as the grip on his hip. “omega,” he growled against his mouth, “i would not take you like this if i did not. you would not be alive if i did not.”

in a lesser being, his voice, his words, his existence as an alpha would cause them to shirk away, to beg for mercy or simper out pleads to take them however he wished. but hoseok’s breath came out in stilted sighs, legs shaking as he began to bounce on yoongi’s cock with a steady rhythm, growing less shallow by each second.

“alpha,” he sighed out, wrapping his arms around yoongi’s shoulders. “please—please fuck me, i want to feel you , i want—”

“you’ll take what i give you,” yoongi said, but he couldn’t imagine denying this perfect vision anything. “you’ll be good for me, won’t you, omega?”

“yes—” hoseok said quickly, head tilting to the side, exposing his slender neck.

it took all yoongi had to not bite into him immediately; he settled for scraping his sharp teeth along his skin, reveling in the needy gasp it caused. he could feel hoseok’s thighs quiver as he pushed himself up, sliding wet, hot, along his cock. he had seen hoseok’s thighs in action recently, across the way as he played with the children of servants, showing them dances that he must have learned much before he became a concubine.

taehyung whined a little, feeling left out after only seconds alone. hoseok huffed a laugh, tilting his head back, a dewdrop from exertion dripping down his forehead. “you’ll have your turn soon enough, pup,” he said warmly - overwhelmingly fond of his dongsaeng, as always, even when yoongi could practically see his cock shifting inside of him. “alpha’s filling me up so good, i won’t last long.”

it was almost condescending, the way hoseok talked about him like he was not there, but the praise lit a fire in yoongi’s belly. it took barely any effort to flip their position, laying hoseok on his back against the silken sheets and pushing one of his lithe legs over yoongi’s shoulder to get better leverage. there were tears shining in the corners of hoseok’s eyes but the breathy moan, the way his cock pulsed, the rough, desperate, intoxicating “yes” that fell from his lips giving yoongi the allowance he needed to thrust into him. he could see hoseok grow closer to the edge, lust painting his cheeks pink and darkening his eyes. his cunt gripped yoongi’s cock desperately - the sight of it all, of hoseok clinging onto him, not wanting to let him go, was almost enough to send yoongi over the edge.

taehyung came closer, holding himself over hoseok and giving him a messy kiss, toying with one of his nipples as he did so. hoseok whined into his mouth, the sound needy and pleased all at once. though yoongi didn’t pause, fucking into hoseok with vigor, he did allow himself to watch his omegas - fuck, he couldn’t pretend they weren’t his omegas anymore, could he - with a fire in his eyes. the fire only grew as he watched taehyung press a few more wet kisses to hoseok’s mouth before wriggling down, managing to press himself below hoseok’s stomach without being crushed between him and yoongi.

“omega?”

taehyung grinned at him, nuzzling the soft hair above hoseok’s dick fondly before laving at it, licking broad, wet circles around the head, dipping enough that yoongi could feel his tongue at hoseok’s entrance. it wasn’t much, not really, but it was just enough added sensation that yoongi felt he might burn with it. hoseok seemed to feel the same - he gripped the sheets, every breath coming out as a whimper, his stomach rolling with building pleasure. taehyung seemed to be an expert at pleasing hoseok - all at once, he tightened around yoongi, almost to the point where he couldn’t move, and came with an overwhelmed yell.

taehyung pulled back for a moment to murmur, “fuck him through it,” before returning to lap his up his come with enthusiasm, making pleased hums as he cleaned him up. yoongi kept fucking into hoseok until he began to shiver from overstimulation, making weak sounds but not attempting to shove him away.

even without knotting, even without coming himself, yoongi felt a rush of unexpected fulfillment looking at his omega, laying wrought out against the sheets. he pulled out slowly, aided by taehyung rubbing hoseok’s tummy to lessen the sudden emptiness. he fisted his cock as he watched their silent communication - hoseok mumbled something unintelligible, taehyung kissed the corner of his mouth and scented him briefly before moving all at once.

taehyung presented - pressing his face into yoongi’s silk sheets, elegant fingers gripping them hard enough that the fabric was sure to tear, his back perfectly arched as he pushed his ass into the air, spreading his knees to show himself to his alpha. his hole was obscene. slick fell in slow, thick droplets, his opening fluttering eagerly even without having been filled, his cock, bigger than hoseok’s but nowhere near yoongi’s, was red and engorged, shining with slick that taehyung had used to rub at it teasingly while yoongi was otherwise occupied.

“fuck,” yoongi whispered.

taehyung whined, looking over his shoulder with pleading eyes, spreading his knees pleadingly. “alpha, sire, please, please, i want your knot, please—”

“you’ll get what i give you,” yoongi said once again, voice hoarse with want. as much as he wanted to shove into him immediately, wanted to knot him, lock him in place and have the omega shaking with uncontrollable pleasure, he wanted to draw hoseok closer, to have both of his omegas in his grip. he didn’t have to make his demand known - as fucked out as he was, hoseok rolled closer, throwing an arm around taehyung’s waist.

“alpha’s gonna make you feel so good, taehyungie, baby,” he cooed “you know how picky i am and he made me cry.”

taehyung giggled, though his breath caught in his throat when yoongi pressed a finger into him, more to feel the wet heat than tell if he was ready. he was dripping, making an unapologetic mess of himself and the sheets, there was no way he wasn’t slick enough to take his knot.

even still, yoongi added a second finger, watching hoseok tuck a pretty curl behind taehyung’s ear. “ready, taehyung-ah?”

“yes,” he breathed out immediately, raising his ass higher, spreading his legs in a clear and successful effort to be even more tantalizing. “please, i need it—”

far be it from yoongi to not give his spoiled omega what he needed. he pushed in steadily, the feeling nearly overwhelming. taehyung cried out, clinging to hoseok, who was smiling as he watched his face.

“isn’t alpha’s cock nice?” he asked.

taehyung nodded quickly, breathing out a whiny “yes” as his toes flexed, some part of him needing to move, feeling too full to stay still. he was good, if whiny and whimpery, for a few long moments before he looked over his shoulder pleadingly. “wanna ride you. can get you so deep that way, please? wanna feel you good—”

yoongi considered it for a moment before smacking his ass lightly and pulling out. “very well.”

“pretty baby,” hoseok praised as taehyung sat up, shaky on his legs but eager to get yoongi’s cock in him again. he wasted no time in sinking down as soon as yoongi had sat back against the cushions, tight, wet heat encompassing him again. “isn’t he a vision, your majesty? he’s wanted this for so long—”

“you have too!” taehyung whined. they both ignored him.

“has he?” yoongi asked, voice rough, enthralled by taehyung bouncing expertly on his cock, grinding down to get him as deep as possible.

“mm. when we talked about it—”

yoongi huffed a laugh.

“and we talked about it a lot,” hoseok grinned. “he wanted this, to sit on your cock, take your knot, make you feel even more like a king—”

“my throne,” taehyung interrupted. yoongi raised a brow, giving him a look that, in the past, had turned deadly. “your cock is my throne,” he clarified, unperturbed.

yoongi snorted. “is that so?” taehyung nodded, riding him even more vigorously for a moment before sinking down to the base, drawing a groan out of his throne. “and you, hoseok?”

“i didn’t have a dream in particular,” he admitted. “just wanted you to fuck me. wanted to kiss you more than anything.”

“romantic.” yoongi meant to sneer, but it came out more like an observation than anything else.

“maybe so, but focus on the fucking part for right now. better yet, focus on our sweet pup, being so good for you—”

taehyung whined, looking between them with large, hopeful eyes. “good?”

“so good. right, alpha?”

yoongi wasn’t one to give unwarranted compliments - or compliments at all, for that matter - but looking at the handsome omega above him, who was looking at him with devoted eyes, free from anything but lust, he could admit plain facts. “such a good pup. taking alpha so well. but is he good enough for a knot?”

“yes!” taehyung begged, rolling his hips, taking yoongi’s cock deep enough for his own small cock to drip onto yoongi’s stomach. “please, m’so good, good enough, want your knot so bad, alpha, please—”

yoongi bucked his hips up to hear his desperate whine, smirking when it drew out more wordless pleading. “i suppose you’ve earned it, my omega.”

he wasn’t sure if it was the swell of his knot that caused taehyung to come with a loud cry or if it was the declaration that he was his omega - he seemed sentimental enough to get off on it - but his cock spurted a small amount of come, the real climax felt in the form of a wave of slick that poured from his cunt, aiding the slide of yoongi’s knot and making the heady room smell even more enticing. yoongi buried himself deep, knot locking them together, before coming with a grunt and a bruising grip on taehyung’s hips. he overflowed inside him, his own come joining taehyung’s slick, making a mess of his thighs.

he was breathing hard enough that he almost missed hoseok’s quiet whimpers - when he looked, he saw hoseok’s hips moving in uncoordinated, jerky movements, rubbing his cunt and cock against taehyung’s knee.

“stop,” yoongi bit out. hoseok and taehyung both blinked at him, pink cheeked and a little startled. “i want to taste.”

as soon as they realized what he meant, taehyung let out a whine, grinding down onto his knot once more, stretching himself out even further. hoseok looked almost lightheaded as he kneeled up, allowing yoongi to manhandle him until he straddled his face.

“stay,” yoongi demanded, gripping his thighs sternly before diving in, tongue working into him without hesitation, the resulting sounds more fit for a public whorehouse than a king’s quarters. but the squelching was joined with taehyung’s soft whimpers as he watched and hoseok’s loud moans as he neared the edge more quickly than expected.

his hands moved between his hair, his chest, and the pillow beside yoongi’s head for a moment before, surprising himself, yoongi guided one to his own hair, encouraging him to tangle his elegant fingers, allowing him a few stinging tugs.

hoseok’s thighs shook and yoongi was sure he would have fallen if it wasn’t for his hold, the hand in his hair gripping tighter with each passing second. behind him, taehyung kept rolling his hips around yoongi’s knot, leaning forward and pressing kisses to hoseok’s sweaty shoulder. he licked at his scent gland as best as he could from the angle.

“he’s gonna come,” taehyung told him. he sank his teeth into hoseok’s shoulder, and it was just enough to make the omega come with another yell, shaking almost violently in yoongi’s hands as he devoured him through it, not letting loose until he was nearly crying from overstimulation. as soon as yoongi had guided him to the side before he fell on his face, taehyung pounced, bending to kiss hoseok off yoongi’s tongue with characteristic passion, going so far as to lap up his slick from yoongi’s chin.

yoongi hadn’t even realized he was close to coming again until taehyung started letting out hiccuppy breaths, bouncing on his knot with quick, tiny movements.

“fuck,” yoongi breathed, pulling taehyung into another kiss. “good—good, taehyung—”

that bit of praise was apparently all taehyung needed to tip over, coming mostly dry with a whine and a whispered “alpha” against yoongi’s lips. yoongi spilled into him once more with a grunt, taehyung murmuring “full” against his chest.

-

“i’ll kill you if you betray me,” yoongi said as the afterglow grew less intense.

taehyung had just freed himself from yoongi’s knot and his fingers pressed into his own hole to push the come back in. hoseok watched him fondly, cheek resting on yoongi’s chest, tracing over a scar with a delicate finger. he didn’t stiffen, his scent didn’t sour with fear or trepidation. he only sighed and pressed his hand over yoongi’s heart.

“i know.”

-

“you will not be vulnerabilities,” yoongi scowled, an unsheathed sword in his hand. he threw two dulled blades on the floor, watching as taehyung and hoseok picked them up - dressed in much more practical, hempen clothing rather than the sheer silks they preferred in their quarters.

taehyung frowned as he examined the blade, but did not object. hoseok looked determined as he weighed his own. there had always been fight in his face, behind his eyes, in the line of his jaw, and a sword in his hand only brought it out tenfold.

concubines were frivolous things, no more useful than rings on a king’s hand, disposable at worst and decorative at best. concubines were vulnerabilities. hoseok and taehyung included. and here he was, arming them, giving them tools to take down those around him. himself included.

it would be stupid, but yoongi was not a stupid man, nor a stupid king, nor a stupid alpha.

he laid in bed with them that night, one under each arm. they smelled of the musky oil he has used to massage them, soothing the muscles that were, til that point, largely unused. they were nearly asleep, hoseok’s breaths evening out against his chest, taehyung jerking sleepily every few moments.

he allowed himself a moment of softness. chances were they were not quite conscious enough to hear it.

“you will not be vulnerable,” he whispered.

-

he didnt need to worry. of course he didn’t.

taehyung held a sword in his hand, and hoseok a knife in his own. the bodies of three traitorous guards were scattered around the room, his omegas covered in blood but none of their own. there was a splash of red across hoseok’s mating bite, but yoongi was too elated at their appearance - their alive appearance - to let out more than a growl.

“is it over? or do you have to go?” taehyung asked, clinging onto him as soon as yoongi reached them.

“both,” yoongi huffed, grabbing taehyung’s wrist and pulling hoseok close, wiping the blood from his neck with his sleeve before scenting him aggressively. “stay until i come for you. barricade the door, just in case.”

“can we drag the bodies out first?” hoseok asked, wrinkling his nose. he snuck a hand under yoongi’s shirt, wanting a brief moment of contact as yoongi moved to scent taehyung.

“throw them out the window,” yoongi mumbled against taehyung’s bite. “make a mess below.”

hoseok made a strangled sound of disgust and taehyung giggled, nuzzling yoongi’s hair.

“be safe, your highness,” taehyung said, kissing his temple.

“and return to us quickly, alpha,” hoseok added, giving him a quick kiss with his soft lips.

he left them, waiting until they had sufficiently blocked the door before departing to ensure that all traitors and sympathizers were struck down where they stood - with the exception of the truly unlucky ones, who served the necessary purpose of showing what exactly happened when one crossed mad king yoongi. it was too bad his omegas had done such a thorough job eradicating their own threats - what he would do to anyone who crossed them was somehow worse.

-

there was blood on his cheek once more as he entered his own private chambers months later, only to be greeted with ongoing laughter from the bedroom.

his omegas - his lovely little playthings - were ignoring the obscene amount of pillows and cushions scattered around the room purely for their comfort, choosing instead to lay on the bare floor, lounging in the warm sunlight. they were clothed in only thin, elaborately decorated robes that yoongi loved to see them in, their outlines clear through the nearly-translucent fabric.

yoongi needed no sign of divine blessing to know that his place on the throne was righteous. his omegas at his side were proof enough that he was nearly a god himself.

“alpha!” hoseok called when he spotted him, his smile bright and genuine.

taehyung opened his arms in needy invitation. “hyung was telling me about the general from yesterday. did he really say that, right in front of you?”

yoongi hummed. “his omega thanked me afterwards. i put her with the servants.”

hoseok cooed sweetly. “that’s kind of you, sire.”

yoongi scowled, sitting beside hoseok and grabbing the nape of his neck in warning. “you won’t call me that if you know what’s good for you.”

unrepentant, even teasing, hoseok grinned. “oh, my apologies, your majesty. you’re nothing but fierce.”

yoongi gave his nape another squeeze before using the grip to pull him closer, tucking him under his arm and reaching for taehyung with the other. “come.”

taehyung giggled and crawled closer, tilting his head to expose his neck. it wasn’t a sign of deference from his omega, the disrespectful thing, but a demand for scenting and attention. it was a demand that yoongi gave into all too willingly.

it was much too easy to give into the omegas he had claimed as his own, as evidenced by the clear bites on their neck, matching ones that spoke of their ownership. they had given him bites of their own - on his chest, where they would be hidden, but carefully placed over his heart. sentimental pups.

“we missed you today, alpha,” taehyung sighed. hoseok hummed in agreement, nosing along his jaw once he had scented taehyung.

yoongi thought about ignoring it, dismissing it as typical frivolities, as useless sentiments. but.

“alpha missed you, too.”