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The gala is tawdry and not to Taehyung's taste, as he had expected. It's a typical Wolf revelry with garish moon symbolisms, too much silver sparkle and the sharp stinging energy of sapphire that clashes against the jade decorating his own body.
Oh well, he has to get through this somehow. Afterall, he is a Tiger with a purpose today, hunting a certain Wolf. Everything else is irrelevant background noise.
Two weeks ago, in a historic moment, Taehyung had stood shoulder to shoulder with Kim Hyunjin and pressed his Jade Tiger seal next to the Sapphire Wolf, formally declaring peace between the two warring clans.
An accord, though momentous, is still just that—words on a paper signed off by two representatives of the clans. The peace on the streets meanwhile is still fragile, tension fraught and resting on a hair trigger.
Must have something to do with Old Man Kim still reigning the Wolves despite having one foot and half a brain in his grave. The death of Taehyung's father one month ago had shattered his bitterest rival in a way only enemies can destroy each other. This was the age of the new generation now, one that would hopefully put aside the age old blood feuds and hatred between both clans. Time was ticking for Old Man Kim, anyday now he would follow Taehyung's father into his own grave and then both the titans would be gone, for better or worse.
Good riddance, is what Taehyung believes. He wants these old men to kick their buckets and fuck off the face of this world. Being the only Alpha child of his formidable father at the head of his clan has stolen and torn countless dreams from Taehyung's arms. He is waiting patiently for the day when he will be able to hunt for all these lost dreams and drag them back home.
And this is exactly what he is doing right now, hunting a lost dream as he saunters through the partying throng. Wolves and Tigers cautiously mingle with each other, still testing their newfound peace and the searing clash of opposing gem auras is starting to lessen, turning into a pleasant buzz that sits cozily beneath Taehyung's skin.
As he strolls through the crowd, dark molten tiger eyes canvassing the place, he feels the people around casting equally respectful and feared glances at him and his surrounding entourage. Earlier that evening, Taehyung had rolled his eyes and emphatically told his mother that he didn't need the extra guard dogs but Taeri was nothing if not persuasive.
"Take them, son," she had kissed his forehead with a finality and settled the jade pendant between his collarbones, "this is the first time you'll be walking among the wolves without the intent to kill. I'm not taking chances."
Taehyung had wanted so badly to correct her, to remind her that this wouldn't actually be his first encounter with a Wolf. But his mother loved pretending, she was after all his father's wife. So he bowed his head for her kiss and nodded at his extra security detail. "Let's go."
Now here he is, ignoring the stares he is receiving from all sides. The Tigers are cautiously bowing at him and saluting him in respect and Taehyung returns their respect graciously. Meanwhile, the Wolves are eyeing him like he is a killer pretending to be friendly. They aren't wrong anyway.
They are probably wondering who it is that a High Alpha of the Tiger clan is so ardently and obviously searching for in the crowd.
"Tae," Jimin grunts in his ear, "let's go upstairs. He isn't here."
Taehyung agrees with his bodyguard slash best friend. Jimin is right. The person Taehyung is looking for isn't here. Or else he would have been able to pick that specific scent out in a matter of seconds. Taehyung has smelled him every night since the past seven years, he knows that scent just like his own.
"Alright, upstairs it is then."
It is even more garish up here. The decor is moonstone shiny and glares right into his eyes. But there are fewer people here, the party fervour is dimmed and he isn't attracting as much attention as he had downstairs. Jimin fetches him a glass of cool wine and Taehyung sips it slowly, leaning against the wall and sweeping his gaze over the place, hunting for him.
"He isn't here too," he says after a few moments. Jimin nods, reaching the same conclusion. "I think he wants me to find him. Just me."
Jimin protests, of course he does. If something were to happen to Taehyung, Taeri would give him a slow, cruel death. But Taehyung is adamant. It's been seven years, but he still knows his ex-lover. Seokjin loves himself a nice cat-and-mouse chase. "He won't hurt me, Jimin."
"Yeah, sure," Jimin snorts, "last time you saw him, he stuck a knife in your throat."
Taehyung cracks his neck and palms the right side of it, briefly skimming the puckered up scar there. He grins, fangs all bared. "Ah, but I marked him too, Jimin. Don't worry. You go down and keep an eye out. I don't trust every person to keep their politeness up for the whole night."
With a final squeeze of Jimin's shoulder, Taehyung tucks his black trenchcoat tighter around him and leaves for the hunt.
Halfway up the path to the gardens, Taehyung sniffs out the scent finally. Immediately he halts in his tracks to get a clearer bearing.
There. He is on the right trail now.
At the far East on the perimeter of the garden is a small cabin. Taehyung knows this because Jimin had laid down the estates map last night and coached him through every landmark and escape route.
"Just in case. We should be prepared for it all. I know this is a friendly event for both clans but peace is still a new thing around here."
Taehyung is thankful now that he had paid attention to his friend's solemn instructions. Now, as he walks through the heady smelling garden and approaches the cabin, his pulse speeds up and his own spicy alpha musk deepens in the cold air enveloping him.
Seven years later and he will finally see Kim Seokjin in the flesh again.
Seven years since they last parted. Seven years since Taehyung got his heart broken and refused to ever mend it again.
When he finally pushes the cabin door open and steps inside, the scent hits him first like a freight truck. Yanks him deep into memories so bittersweet and heartbreaking his throat clogs up in response.
Seokjin has always smelled like a ripe honeyed peach. Taehyung has spent countless nights face down in his pillows snuffling that scent up from the dregs of his mind.
But now seven years later and here he is in the dim litted cabin, inhaling lungfuls of that sweet perfume right from its source.
With sharp clarity he knows that Seokjin is one week post his winter heat phase. His scent is still heavy with it, almost cloying in its sweetness. Pure saccharine omegan nectar. Not a single trace of an alpha on him, so he probably spent it alone. Taehyung glows at the realisation. How long has it been since Taehyung last dove between those thighs and lapped up his heat slick?
The light brightens in the cabin and Seokjin finally comes into view. Taehyung is glad he has the door to his back because he needs something to fall back on, to support himself as he experiences the full force of this omega again.
Seokjin is leaning back against a table, highlighted by the moonlight aiming through the glass panes behind him. He is decked in sapphire, chunks of it around his neck in a choker, hanging delicately off his ears, twining serpentinely around his slender arms and the ample flair of his hips.
There are acres of Seokjin's skin at display. Soft peaks of his breasts past the tight sheath of his white mermaid gown. One shapely delicious leg exposed by the slit down the skirt. The softness of his belly where it is delicately tied with strings of milky moonstone. The Sapphire shines glitter on his naked skin, makes it look like he is a creature of the night, ethereal and ephemeral.
His hair is long, delicately styled in tumbling waves that almost reach his shoulders, framing a face that Taehyung knows is far more dangerous than every weapon ever used.
Seokjin is as beautiful as he remembers him to be, every bit as devastating as the last time he saw him, knife at Taehyung's throat and hate in his almond eyes.
Those same kohl-rimmed eyes are staring right back at him across the expanse of the space between them, pinning him against that door like prey. He came here tonight a hunter and like always, Seokjin slips in and shoves him off balance.
They size each other up, letting the tension build between themselves till it's thick enough to cut through.
"Took you long enough." Seokjin finally says and his voice is just as Taehyung remembers, melodious and gentle, powerful enough to bring a grown man to his knees.
"A little wolf sent me on a chase." Taehyung watches Seokjin's taut stomach flex, drawing in a breath no doubt filled with his alpha musk.
"Seven years is a long time to chase after someone."
"And whose fault is that, Seokjin?" Taehyung shoves off the door and stalks forwards, moves into the pool of Seokjin's heavy, decadent scent, breathes in the anger, lust and relief of it.
Seokjin, despite the hostility dripping from every inch of his body, is desperately glad to see him.
"How is Daddy Dearest? Still warning you off the big bad tigers? Or is he too fucked up in the head to keep the leash tight around your neck?"
Seokjin lifts his chin haughtily and meets Taehyung's mocking gaze with even eyes. If he is flustered by the way he is slowly being cornered against the table, he doesn't show it.
"Heard your old man is feeding worms. You must have sobbed like a baby while he got dug into the ground."
Taehyung smirks. Him and Seokjin were secret lovers for one dizzying, heart pounding year and if there was one thing the omega knew about him, then it was that Taehyung loathed his father. With a slow, threatening aura, Taehyung closes the distance between them and whispers, "Nah, I put him down there myself."
Seokjin's only response is a slow measured blink but his scent flares up in a riot of emotions. Taehyung parses through them with skilled familiarity and cocks his head in mild amusement when he registers concern. The little wolf is concerned for him, he could laugh right now.
"You've changed."
"Happens when your lover tries sticking you with a knife."
At this, the smile finally blooms on Seokjin's face. It melts his icy, frigid beauty into a picture of tender sweetness. With a coquettish flutter of his lashes, he reaches out one delicate finger and traces it down the scar he had left on Taehyung's neck seven years ago. The singular touch is like molten lava on his skin, makes the jade on his body sing in discordant notes.
"Looks good on you."
"You don't look bad yourself."
Seokjin rolls his eyes. "Do better than that."
Taehyung leans in, boxes Seokjin in against the table, so close he can almost hear his thundering heartbeat.
"You look like you could kill me right now, baby." Then he lifts his hand, palm up and waits.
Seokjin pretends to not know what he is asking from him. But the longer he blinks those pretty eyes and pouts those pretty lips in faux confusion, the more Taehyung lets his aggression seep into his scent. He is back on familiar ground now, comfortably on his hunters throne, caging his prey within his arms.
Finally with a long drawn out sigh, Seokjin slips one dainty hand up the slit in his skirt and unclips a knife from the hidden garter there.
It's the same knife that he stuck Taehyung with seven years ago.
Taehyung takes it from his palm and flings it away and it clatters into the depths of the cabin. Then he grabs Seokjin by his bare shoulders and flips him around, presses himself hard against the soft, plushness of his body.
"Been years, but you forget I know you inside out, baby." His fingers travel down the back of Seokjin's dress and he pulls out the second blade where it was hidden in the inseam. This one is smaller than his palm and thin as a needle.
"You know, if I want to, I could easily kill you with my hands." Seokjin scoffs.
"That's what I'm worried about. Caught you after seven years and you think I'm gonna let you kill me?"
"Why, is the great Tiger suddenly afraid of death?"
Taehyung grabs Seokjin's hips and pushes him hard against his crotch. "Nah, but I was hoping to fuck every one of your tight holes before you send me to deaths's door."
Seokjin whirls around, scent alight with anger and suddenly there is another blade in his hand, a third one that Taehyung should have pilfered out by now. "You fucking bastard —"
"Really? Are you really trying to tell me that you don't want that too? You don't want me to fuck you, for old time's sake? Baby, I can't smell an alpha on you. Was I your first and only?"
He knows he is deliberately enticing Seokjin's anger now. But he can't stop. He missed this, he missed this spitfire, wild little omega.
It's easy to grab Seokjin's slender wrists, to shove him hard against the table and lean his weight over him, force him to bend back to accomodate his presence. It's easy to subdue Seokjin. Always.
"Look at you." Taehyung breathes, mean and raspy, "dolled yourself up for me yet you're mad I can smell how wet you are right now."
With a gasp Seokjin lets his hands fall open and Taehyung flings that third blade away too. The ping of its fall somehow recedes the anger within him. As he stares down at Seokjin, he feels only guilt and sadness.
"Ah, Seokjin. You have to let this anger go. What happened to us wasn't our fault. You know that. We were forced to make a choice." He licks his lips and hates the dampness that appears beneath Seokjin's downcast eyes. "I regret that choice every day."
"I hate you." Seokjin whimpers and his hands come up to clutch Taehyung's collar. "I hate you so much—"
"I never wanted to hurt you, you were my life , Seokjin—"
"I waited and waited and waited for you and you never came, never —"
Taehyung leans down just as Seokjin reaches up desperately; they meet in the middle in a clash of teeth and hungry greedy lips.
It's a homecoming of sorts. A torrential flood of all the memories they had shared with each other before fate tore them apart viciously. Seokjin is soft and tender beneath his lips, parting for Taehyung's tongue with practiced ease. There is no fumbling in the dark, no clumsiness and awkward maneoveres, this is flesh memory for the two of them. One touch of their lips and they fall back to what they had been, star-crossed lovers who dreamed of eloping, of standing strong against the battering forces of their clans but were ultimately vanquished.
Seokjin's scent is syrupy hot, nectar so horny sweet that Taehyung drinks it down his throat. His alpha musk ignites the air around them, and Seokjin trembles with it, mouth falling open wider so Taehyung can lick into him deeper, can swallow the nimble sounds he makes.
Where Taehyung's jade ringed fingers rest in the small of Seokjin's back, he feels the clash of his gems with the sapphire decorating Seokjin's body. It's a screeching fight that makes him molten hot all over, ansty and harried. He can smell how fucking wet Seokjin is, knows that he is bare under this gown, leaking from his cunt and making a shiny mess down the soft curves of his thighs. Taehyung fumbles his hand down and presses it up right between his legs. Through the thin flimsy dress he feels the way Seokjin parts for him, lovely dewey little flower, helplessly surrendered. Seokjin whines, high in his throat and jerks against him.
"Does your father know you're here, Seokjin?" Taehyung rasps, fingers caressing till he can feel the tacky stickiness of his slick seep through the material, can see the white turn translucent.
Seokjin gasps and spreads his thighs, arches back for him, leaves his neck all bared. Taehyung licks up his salty sweet skin. "Answer me, little wolf."
"Uh," Seokjin breathes out, "h-he doesn't know much these days."
Taehyung sneers. "Oh, you're going behind his back again, huh. Seven years in exile didn't teach you your lessons. You missed me that much you're willing to cross Daddy Dearest?"
Seokjin's hips shudder with each caress of Taehyung's fingers but when he blinks up at him, his gaze is even. "Yeah, I did. I missed you, you fucking bastard."
Taehyung's fingers still and his throat bobs on a swallow. He is filled with so much emotion in that moment, unable to look away from the vulnerability of Seokjin's damp eyes.
"I want your father to fucking die ." He spits out, suddenly filled with an anger so potent it makes him shake. "I want him gone ."
Seokjin shivers under his rage, shivers more when Taehyung traces the soft jut of his jaw with his tongue.
"P-please…" he begs, breath hitching as Taehyung licks into his mouth, his fingers resuming their slow torturous movements between his thighs.
"You should learn to hate him, baby. He is half the reason you almost killed me that night."
"Y-you handled the other half, d-didn't you?"
Taehyung presses a sweet kiss under the plush pout of his bottom lip.
"Something like that. Now one is dead and the other has to follow. New times are here, peace is upon us and the only thing I need is you . I want you back. I want what's mine, what was mine. And I will fucking get it." By the last word he is biting hard into Seokjin's neck, hard enough that he gets clawed across his jaw by sharp, glittering nails.
"I can't do it," Seokjin gasps, pearly tears cascading down his pink cheeks, "I-I can't. I don't know how to. I-I still love him, after everything he did. I will never forgive myself if he dies by my hand."
Taehyung regards the quivering man underneath him with curious eyes. Seokjin will never kill his old man, he had always known that. The most lethal weapons still had their flaws and Kim Donghyuck was Seokjin's biggest kink in the armour. But within the violent explosion of Seokjin's scent is something very interesting. Guilt and surrender. He is giving Taehyung permission. Permission to do what?
Taehyung knows. Of Course he knows. He understands with full clarity what exactly Seokjin is trying to tell him between his gasped out words. His chest fills with tenderness and pride. Years of separation marred with bitterness and grief, yet Seokjin still trusted him more than he did anyone else in his life. Gently, he gathers Seokjin's trembling body into his arms and cradles him in a hug.
"Baby," he breathes into his sweet smelling hair, kisses the sapphire pin tucked into his locks and feels the sharp, heady energy respond to him, "I would do anything for you. Anything ."
Seokjin lifts his head from his shoulder and looks up straight into his eyes, tear stained face glowing with desperate determination. "Then do what you came here for. Make me yours. Take me back. Fuck me."
Taehyung closes his eyes for a brief harried moment, inhales deep in the cloying siren call of Seokjin's slick-sweet scent. When he opens his eyes again, he knows they shine bright and intense by the way Seokjin reacts—he gulps, trembles and cants his neck to the side, cocks his hips up, helpless to the instincts that make him want to surrender to the alpha before him.
"By the end of this night, I will put a pup inside you, baby." He promises in a growl, circling possessive hands across the tiny curved span of Seokjin's tummy. "You always wanted that from me, didn't you?"
Wrong thing to say. Taehyung knows this too, that's why he said it. Seokjin's tears immediately pick up again, " Don't . Don't fucking mock me."
Years ago, when they had really been planning to elope and escape the clutch of their warring clans, Seokjin had begged and begged Taehyung to pup him. Taehyung had resolutely refused. They were too young, he reasoned, too madly driven by the need to make something out of their love, to create tangible proof that what they had between them was real and not simply a product of their rebellion. Atleast that's what he had convinced himself to be tne and only reason. The truth had been that by that time, Taehyung had started giving in to the pressure of his family. His father had begun succession planning, making no moves to hide that he wanted Taehyung to take over the clan after him. When they met for the final time and Seokjin had figured out his betrayal, thrusting a knife at him in livid anger, Taehyung realised at last that he had made the wrong choice. Family over everything else. But Seokjin had become his real family by then. And he had failed him.
Now though, he is unsure. Maybe things would have been better if he had accepted Seokjin's decision and bred him with his child. Maybe they could have succeeded in escaping their clans and forged a new life for them and their pup. Maybe Taehyung would never have had to suffer seven years mourning all the wrong choices he made. Maybe Seokjin would never have had to leave the country in exile.
Or maybe, it would have just made everything worse.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe .
Taehyung is fucking sick of maybe's.
He is also fucking sick of making Seokjin cry out of grief.
He wants Seokjin to fight him, to claw at him and ask him to prove his worth.
"Tell me, baby." Taehyung says, catching one soft wisp of Seokjin's hair between his fingers and twirling it around, "have you been with another alpha?"
"You already know the answer to that."
"I want you to say it."
"No. I haven't been with another alpha since you touched me with your dirty claws. But let me tell you a secret," Seokjin's voice dips into a soft, coy whisper, "omegas fuck me better, actually."
Taehyung's teeth ache with the need to claim him. Along with the flare of bitter jealousy he also feels curious . He wants to know these omegas who marked Seokjin the same way he did.
"Whose idea was it that you only bed omegas? Daddy Dearest? He didn't want another alpha beside himself attached to your name? You still let him guard your cunt like a watchdog —"
Seokjin slaps him hard across his face.
Taehyung knew it was coming, was waiting for it even, but the blow still jerks him, shoots stinging pain all down his neck.
God, he loves when Seokjin gets his little wolf fangs out.
"Careful how you speak to me, Tiger. Or I'll just leave you hanging like this, I'll walk out of that door and I promise you, this will be the last you'll see of me."
Taehyung pokes the inside of his burning hot cheek, searching for damage. He lets a slow smirk crawl up his lips.
"Let me apologise for my rudeness."
Seokjin leans back on his palms and crosses his ankles. The pose accentuates just how wide and curved his hips are and Taehyung's eyes drop half-lidded in fiery lust, his scent displaying all his intentions.
"Go ahead then. Apologise."
Obediently, Taehyung gets down to his knees. In this position he gets a face full of Seokjin's sweet, slicked up omega scent. Just an incline of his head will plant him right between the press of his luscious thighs.
Seokjin looks down at him like a goddess on a pedestal, surveying her supplicant. Slowly, he uncrosses his ankles and spreads his legs so all Taehyung can breathe into his lungs is the heady humid scent of a wanton omega.
"Can I tear this dress off you?" He asks politely, eyes wide and deliberately beseeching.
Seokjin lifts one lovely shoulder in a shrug. "Beg."
Taehyung smiles, indulgent. Little wolf pretending like his claws are sharper. Taehyung can already hear the plaintive whines he will fuck out of him later.
"Baby, please let me undress you. Even a second more without touching your bare skin will kill me, I swear."
Seokjin looks like he wants to snap "Do better" at him but the way his thighs are slightly trembling make it known that he isn't as composed as he is showing himself to be.
"Don't make me wait, then." He drawls, blinking in put-on nonchalance.
Taehyung gets to work immediately. He pounces on Seokjin's hips and tears the shimmery mermaid skirt off him in a single strong rip. One delicate chain around his stomach breaks apart, scattering moonstone everywhere. He tucks two fingers beneath the remaining chains and uses them to flip Seokjin around, bend him over the table and lift his hips up to feast on him. Seokjin moans sharp and needy and Taehyung drags him forwards by his chains exactly where he wants him, shiny wet pussy smushed up right against his face.
Taehyung can't stop the guttural growl that rumbles from his throat and Seokjin reacts to it beautifully, gasps and trembles, soft lovely thighs falling open around his jaws so he can shove up between them and lap at his cunt like a hungry beast.
Seokjin tastes like heavenly nectar, decadent and heavy on his tongue. His slick drips out of him so thick and fast that Taehyung is quickly doused in it, rivulets of sticky sweet wetness dripping down his chin, sliding down his chest, marking him up.
It was always so easy to get Seokjin like this, wet and noisy. Taehyung gropes the fat of his ass, squeezes the ample curves of his cheeks and plays around with them like they're his favourite toys. Spreads then open so he can fuck his tongue deeper inside Seokjin's sloppy, hungry cunt then release them so they slap back against his moving jaw, trap him in place, suffocate him between trembling velvet thighs.
"Alpha—alpha—" Seokjin whimpers, already gone. His hips push back against Taehyung's moving tongue and greedy hands. Taehyung licks up to the tight furl of his asshole, then dips back down inside the heat of his cunt. Eats him out like this is his last meal and Seokjin just stays like that, bent over, whining and breathless with tears, beautifully conquered.
"Nobody fucks you like I do. Nobody can get you this crazy baby, only me. Remember that."
In his possessive, alpha rage he fondles the fantasy of sniffing out the omegas who had gotten their dirty hands on his little wolf and tear them into pieces. It's just a thought but it makes him meaner, makes him bite hard into the fat meat of Seokjin's asscheek and slap a heavy palm down on the other.
Seokjin jerks with a sharp cry, drooling slick like a faucet into his mouth, his ass already turning cherry pink with a single spank.
"Only me. Say it, Seokjin. Only I get to fuck this cunt," he nibbles at his swollen slippery folds, then gets his teeth on his shy little asshole, "and this ass. Say it."
There is a soft thump as Seokjin's arms give out and he falls chest first on the table. It only pushes his ass out further, buries Taehyung more firmly between his cheeks.
Seokjin shudders, soft omega body already on the cusp of orgasm. Taehyung knows him so well, knows that just a little more will shove him off the edge into ecstacy. So he brings his hand up to slide through the mess of his weeping cunt, gathers the sticky wetness dripping down from him and traces it to its source. The next time Seokjin shivers and mewls, Taehyung shoves in two long insistent fingers inside the squelchy vice of his pussy and fucks his tongue between the spread of them, slides in to his knuckles and twists them hard , knows exactly how to grind them against the precise spot that makes Seokjin shriek and squirt all over him in pleasure.
"A-alpha…alpha…" Seokjin whimpers, still squirting into Taehyung's waiting mouth, helpless.
"Baby." He licks the slick around his lips and dives back in, this time pressing his nose into the soft, tender clench of Seokjin's asshole.
"Alpha!" Seokjin gasps and reaches back towards him, grabs him hard by his hair and yanks him back, "y-you promised. You promised."
Taehyung chuckles at his desperation, at the way he is shaking with tears begging for his knot. Just to be mean, he spanks one pert asscheek and revels in the cry it drags out of Seokjin. "What did i promise, baby?"
"Y-you promised you'd put a p-pup inside me—" Seokjin splutters out through his sobs, his hand still gripping Taehyung tight by his hair, "y-you promised—"
"Ah, yes, I did, didn't I?" Taehyung agrees, indulgent. He pats Seokjin's ass, watches the fat of it jiggle and squelch wetly where it glistens with his slick and come. "Come on then, lets put a pup inside this." And his hands come to rest around Seokjin's flat, pupless trembling belly.
Seokjin wraps his long legs around his torso, tucks his nose into his neck with a soft chirp as Taehyung hoists him up into his arms. For the first time, his eyes adjust fully to the light in the cabin. Right against the east wall is a plain but neatly arranged nest. Seokjin sprawls between the pillows after Taehyung deposits him there, and he takes in a shuddering breath at seeing him like this, a decadent spread underneath him, legs splayed open, soft with an orgasm he pulled out on his own fingers, blinking pretty wet eyes up at him in willing surrender.
It's been so long since Taehyung had Seokjin in a nest waiting to take his knot. The moment is bittersweet and he takes a minute to centre himself.
Seokjin squirms, whines and reaches out for him with his arms outstretched. And as though no time has passed, Taehyung falls into him with the relief of coming home.
Clothes get shucked off furiously until they are both naked, sweaty hot skin sliding against the other, jade and sapphire on their bodies recognising the pull between each other.
Taehyung is filled with a flood of love so intense he seeks refuge between the valley of Seokjin's breasts, groans aloud when he rubs his nose against plush, velvet smooth skin and gets rewarded with a nose-full of sweet milky omega scent.
"Missed you, baby," he whispers, kissing along Seokjin's trembling ribs, "missed this, missed having you like this beneath me."
Seokjin whimpers in response and tightens his thighs around Taehyung's waist. His neck is flung back on the sheets, sapphire choked throat a beacon for Taehyung's aching fangs.
"Fill me up," Seokjin whines, "p-please alpha, pup me—"
"Gonna do just that, baby. Gonna plug you up with my knot till you get round and heavy."
"Yes, yes!" Seokjin gasps, thrilled scent exploding into the air. He stretches his arms over his head and splays his legs around Taehyung's torso, arches up against him, ready to accept his knot.
Taehyung wastes no time in further dawdle. He is filled with the desperation to do this now, to fuck a pup inside this omegas, to right his old wrongs.
With a growl bitten off between his teeth, he manhandles Seokjin's long fluttering legs into the perfect position for receiving his knot then heaves up onto his knees, hard thick cock bobbing.
He drags greedy paws all down the lithe curves of Seokjin's body, reaches the handles of his ample hips and holds on tight. The tight feral ball of lust inside him roils, consumes him head to toe. All he wants is to shove himself inside this omega, lock their bodies together so tightly they can't figure out where one begins and the other ends.
"Alpha…" Seokjin calls for him, full throated warble that is so familiar, so painful, so real and no longer a figment of his fevered memories.
Taehyung answers him with exuberant devotion. He doesn't linger his dark, flushed cock head within the sucking heat of Seokjin's folds, doesn't torture him with sweet teasing grinds and deliberate touches. Instead, he lets go. He lets loose that caged beast roaring inside him for the past seven years and surrenders with blissful relief as it propels him towards Seokjin, shoves him forwards cock first into the perfect little cunt slicked up and waiting just for him.
"Fuck baby, you're tight ." Taehyung pins Seokjin's wriggling hips down and yanks him open wider for his cock. The tip of his cockhead is barely past the sodden red rim of his cunthole but Seokjin is already overwhelmed, gasping with anguished tears and clenching so fucking hard around him.
"Shit, baby, you can't take me?" His laugh comes out in an incredulous huff. Seokjin cries harder, bears down to force his body to accept him inside but Taehyung's too big, and his pussy is too small.
Seven years have passed since he last fucked this sweet cunt so it's understandable that Seokjin's body is relearning how to take him again. The idea of it makes Taehyung dizzy with possessive lust.
"Come on, you remember me. My knot is the only one you took inside this little cunt, baby. Open up and let me in, let alpha come home to you again."
Seokjin clutches his biceps with sharp nails and his pretty face furrows with concentration.
"Yeah, just like that. Doing so good, baby."
With a final tremulous gasp, Seokjin's sweltering cunt parts open around his cock, and Taehyung sinks inside. Atlast .
"Fuck…" he breathes out, reverent and blissed out. Seokjin holds him tight with his clenched fists and his cunt grips around him just as tight. Taehyung fucks him open with deep rooted familiarity, rocks his hips to the music of Seokjin's mewls, watches with hungry greedy eyes as his precious omega finally opens for him.
"Pup, i-inside me…alpha—" Seokjin reminds him and Taehyung fastens his thrusts, ups the tempo, hardens the strength behind each powerful thrust. Seokjin's soft peach pink tummy bulges out with his plunging knot and with one big palm he presses down on it.
Seokjin screams, curls his limbs and clenches so hard around him it aches.
"Ah, ah, ah," he whimpers, body getting flung up the bed with each brutal thrust of Taehyung's hips.
"Gonna knot you, baby," Taehyung grunts, flicks sweaty locks out of his eyes and hunkers down on his effort, fucks so hard and deep inside his omega that he can feel his pussy pulse and shudder around him, "gonna fill you up. Get you round." His palm keeps pressing down on Seokjin's tummy, right over his womb.
"Tae," Seokjin rasps wetly, fingers travelling up to his nape so they can hold him there. "I-I love you—"
And whatever restraint he had, Taehyung loses it right then. With a growl of pure hunger, he grabs Seokjin's hips and bucks his cock faster inside him, humping frantically, chasing the pleasure but wanting more for his knot to lock, desperate to cream this omega, plug him up and ensconse him within his arms.
Seokjin comes within moments, cunt pulsating and squirting all over their bodies again, incoherent and hiccupy, holding onto Taehyung's broad shoulders with fingers that dig bloody crescents into his skin. Slick splatters as Taehyung's hips smack flesh against flesh, drenching his thighs, his abs, his chest. Taehyung leans down and laps at Seokjin's ruined messy body and as he sucks in one dusky nipple and feels the jerk of his pussy around him, he careens down the edge to his own orgasm. It hits him hard and fast, overwhelming and all-encompassing. His knot expands at the base of his cock with a pain that makes him cry out, clutch Seokjin to himself and hump it inside desperately. Seokjin's cunt accepts his knot with the ease of practice, body finally relearned to take his alpha.
With the knot firmly in place, plugging up his come inside his omega, Taehyung slumps down over Seokjin, nuzzling into his neck. Seokjin trills against his ear, bone deep satisfaction rolling off his scent and the energy of his sapphires. Taehyung feels heavy and floaty at the same time, feels like he is lost in the past but Seokjin's right here, breathing hard and hot, soft lovely body still trembling under his own.
"I love you too." Taehyung gasps into Seokjin's neck, then lets himself fall.
In the aftermath, they lay pressed against each other in sticky, sated silence. Taehyung lingers in a hazy limbo between sleep and wakefulness. He feels through a cobweb mind the delicate skim of Seokjin's fingers along the ugly raised scars scored down his back.
"Oh, Tae." Seokjin whispers in grief. With one glance he must have surmised what happened. Taehyung wants to tell him that he deserved every brand on his body, that he hates the guilt seeping from Seokjin's scent right now.
Seven years ago, on that fated night, Taehyung had been cornered by his father and interrogated about his secret dalliance with the wolf. It had taken him only six hours to break down at his father's feet and admit to having an affair with their enemy. He had known then that this ultimate disgression wouldn't go unpunished. And he realised just how much he would suffer when he came clean to Seokjin that night, that he would no longer be able to continue their story, that he had no choice, that he was so sorry for not being stronger. Later, at his father's feet, half-conscious and groggy with burning pain, spilling blood down the whip cuts on his back, the only thing Taehyung had been able to think about was the look in Seokjin's eyes, the hate that had propelled him to attack Taehyung when he finally realised that he had betrayed their love.
And now Seokjin is here, pressing feather light kisses across the scars adorning his body. Taehyung sleeps, gentled by his presence.
When he wakes up, it's to the soft light of dawn shining through the cabin and Jimin sitting on the chair next to the nest, looking very cross and anxious.
"You were left a present." He says and jerks his chin towards the bed.
Taehyung gets up, fumbling around and noticing that he is naked but thankfully covered with a throw. Right next to his pillow is a slim object glinting in the soft light.
Seokjin's knife.
He smiles wide and picks it up, ignoring the annoyed huff Jimin releases.
Seokjin left him without a goodbye but the knife is a promise, a reminder and a challenge all in one.
He doesn't know when he will ever get to see Seokjin again but he does know that he will, someday. There is too much history between the two of them, too many lost dreams and unkept promises.
Taehyung only has to wait, so he grins bright at Jimin and flops back against the bed, settling in for Seokjin to come back.
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Three days later while Taehyung is in a clan meeting with Taeri and his brothers, a messenger barges in through the door with a scroll in his fist.
"M-my apologies, but this is urgent—"
Taehyung would have usually frowned down upon a disturbance like this but the messenger looks terrified and elated, the scroll shaking in his hand.
That and the sapphire ribbon tied around it makes the jade hum on his body.
A message from the wolves.
Taeri is immediately on edge.
Taehyung uncrosses his legs and sprawls out on his chair, purposely affecting a posture of arrogance. Inside, he is bursting into fiery butterflies.
He knows what that message contains.
"Hand it over."
The messenger trembles and bows low, arm extended. Taehyung pulls the ribbon open and unscrolls the message. The white paper alone should signify to the rest of the room what this is about. A colour of mourning.
Taehyung licks his lips, fingers the jade pendant around his neck and let's relief seep into his scent.
"Kim's dead."
The room swells with joy.
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The Wolves take over the city in their mourning. Now that both the clans are on friendly terms, Taehyung orders his peacekeepers to encourage the Tigers' participation in the proceedings. Within an hour of the news breaking, Taehyung and his mother appear before a small crowd of press and deliver a sombre condolence speech in rememberance for one of the city's most legendary personalities. It's so fake and put-on that Taehyung is sure nobody believes it, Kim was afterall solely responsible for wiping out several families of Tigers. But formalities have to be respected, no matter how much Taehyung wants to learn into the mic and spit, "Good riddance, you old ugly fuck."
The funeral is held two days later under a balmy sun, weather too pleasant for the burial of such a volatile man. It's there that Taehyung sees Seokjin again, albeit for only a fleeting moment.
Seokjin stands behind his mother and older sister, head held high but striking and vulnerable in his grief. In the white mourning robes he looks like a vision from the heavens and Taehyung drinks in the sight of him with hungry eyes. He thinks that Seokjin meets his gaze for a second but it could well be a trick of the light. When Taehyung gets distracted by Taeri whispering into his ear about their men patrolling the perimeter of the cemetery for their safety, Seokjin slips away unnoticed. Taehyung searches for him, even slinks between the ranks of Wolves standing for prayer but there is no sign of Kim's youngest child anywhere. Strange for Seokjin to leave before his father gets buried under the ground.
Still, Taehyung waits. He knows he will hear from Seokjin sooner or later.
As days pass by, news of internal strife and succession spats come trickling in through Taehyung's spies in the wolf clan. Taehyung is thankful that he had Taeri by his side when his father crumpled into a bag of bones. But Seokjin's mother had never been strong, always been a dim shadow flitting behind the power of her husband. It's understandable that the wolves have lost their pillar and no longer know where to look for a leader. The most obvious choice for succeeding Kim is Seokjin, but Taehyung makes it known through his secret channels that the Tigers do not like that idea. Seokjin's older sister, Rena is a whip smart politician and a worthy successor. Taehyung wants her on that chair, while he wants Seokjin somewhere else, preferably in his arms.
Bitterly, he imagines his dratted father being alive, witnessing the shrewd, cunning way Taehyung has been playing this game of thrones for years. Well, too bad for him he was rotting beneath the ground, and Taehyung for sure no longer wishes for his validation. He knows he is the King, he created the chess board himself.
Three months pass since the funeral. Taehyung steps into his office building one morning, finds Lina, his assistant looking frantic and curiously opens the door to his cabin.
He is not surprised to find Seokjin standing in the middle of the room, still dressed in mourning whites from the tip of his gloves to the delicate sandals on his feet. He has a moment to take in the full presence of him, his stark, grieving beauty, the proud tilt of his neck, the gloved hands clasped around his midriff, the burst of apprehension coating his honey sweet scent.
Then he sees it. Or, better said, his alpha does.
Seokjin is pregnant. The white robes gently curve and spill past the soft, barely there mound of his belly. He is shaking, fighting to keep himself strong when Taehyung stalks forwards and falls to his knees at his feet.
"Is it mine?" He asks, voice raspy and harsh with awe. His palms tremble where they come up to cradle the bump of Seokjin's pupped belly. The jade on his rings react first, then Taehyung feels it. The baby's heartbeat, answering his own.
"Yes." Seokjin answers, small and frightened. Tears cascade down his cheeks. "The pup is yours."
Taehyung knows. He kisses the bump, gently plants his palms on the curve of Seokjin's hips and brings him forwards. Seokjin's fingers hesitate, then very carefully thread through his hair.
"You win." He whispers, but he doesn't sound upset.
"I only did what you asked me to do, little wolf."
When Taehyung gets to his feet to properly embrace Seokjin, he does so with the relief of finally coming home. His wait is over. Seokjin has come back to him.
"You're not wearing sapphire."
Apart from the locket on his collar, Seokjin is bare of gems.
Seokjin aims shrewd eyes at him. "Why should I when you have already claimed me?"
Taehyung kisses him with a smile on his lips, gets down on his knee again and slips three of his rings gently on Seokjin's beautiful crooked fingers.
There is a tense moment where Seokjin takes in the energy of jade for the first time and Taehyung holds him through it.
When he opens his eyes and looks down on him, he seems fiercer, deadly, a wolf and a tiger at once.
Taehyung's hands gravitate towards their unborn pup and carefully he lowers his omega into his lap.
Jade shines brighter on Seokjin afterall.
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