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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Killing_Stalking, 킬링_스토킹_|_Killing_Stalking_(Webcomic)
  Relationship:
      Oh_Sangwoo/Yoon_Bum
  Character:
      Yang_Seungbae, Yoon_Bum, Oh_Sangwoo, Juien_something, Choker_boi??
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Underage_-_Freeform, Sangwoo_is_a_fuck_boi_prince,
      seungbae_still_trying_his_best, bum_is_a_cinnamon_bun, maid_outfits,
      slight_angst, Sexual_Abuse, Violence
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-18 Updated: 2017-10-16 Chapters: 4/? Words: 12266
****** As You Wish ******
by ShiffyB_Baddo
Summary
     Yoon Bum is a cunning maid, Sangwoo is a terrible prince and thier
     the worst for each other as usual.
Notes
     First off Thanks for decided to read this thing!!! I don't own any of
     the characters that honor goes to Ma gurl Koogi. And I honestly just
     got tired of waiting for more killing stories to upload so I'm gonna
     make some and try my best to bless this mess with more content. The
     end (slow claps)
***** Cleaning Tables *****
Sold off yet again. But Yoon Bum wasn't apprehensive like he usually would be,
because a chance had finally presented itself . He'd had enough of the
lecherous demands of low status shady men and women that forced him to his
knees and tears to his eyes for their own pleasures. No, this time he was given
to the palace of all places. He was good at cleaning so the demands that he
would be meet with at this level establishment would pose no real
problem,actually anything that didn't require human contact he excelled
in,contrary to what everyone thought. But Bum preferred it this way, long since
he had been tossed into his uncle's care, should it be called that, Bum
realized that he could only get what he wanted though sheer manipulation and
cunning.
It took a while to understand this of course being as young as he was, but soon
the blooming blues and violets across his Small pale frame and rough unwanted
hands forced between his tiny legs told him that it wasn't about how smart he
was or how good of a boy he could be. This was his reality, and in his reality
he had to be whatever it was those around him wanted him to be. Be it child
Prostitute or worker, the only thing he knew for sure was that it would never
be something having to deal with intellect, that was troublesome to those
around him, so he hid it and decided to use it to his advantage.
Bum squinted up at the massive golden gates of the palace, this kingdom was
known for its beautiful greenery and blossoms year round, it was actually
dubbed the Eternal Spring Kingdom and of course This meant it rained quite
often. Even the rain here was usually warm and welcoming, and the skies would
normally sport subtle gray clouds instead of charcoal ones , but today was a
rare day when rain was just rain, and the skies were dark and the rain cold. It
was something that Bum enjoyed compared to the usually humid temperatures, and
he watched with mild nostalgia as the heavy raindrops tumbled over the imposing
gate’s detail and grandeur. A sudden violent jolt from behind caused him to
stumble a bit, feet buckling awkwardly beneath him forcing his face forward and
pushing him along with the others in the line ahead of him. They were heading
to a different gate it seemed, one that was probably less sprawling and hidden
from the view of bystanders. ‘Not that anyone would even care where we came in
from’ bum thought as his gaze fell back on the gates one last time, and a small
smirk slid in place of his grimace.
~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~.
What was the point of being a fucking prince if you were gonna be stuck inside
a lame ass palace all day with nothing to do but screw the maids? Oh Sangwoo
beloved crowned prince or Abith was bored out of his goddamn mind. He was
currently facing his huge Mahogany framed window pane that looked over the view
of the wide front yard, more like a field, of the palace. The only thing that
had happened so far was him witnessing a bleakly downpour and a small group of
what he could only uninterestingly assume were the new help making their way to
the gates that led around the back of the estate to the servant barracks.
Rolling his eyes he pushed himself off the ledge off the grand window and in
the direction of the room door, closing it behind him as he exited. He hoped
that the long trudge through the mud would take longer than it already was for
them.
Sangwoo knew he was being petty but the whole reason he was under this sort of
house arrest was because of the “help”. Because that bastard Seungbae had
chastised him about unking- like behavior when all he did was ATTEMPT to bitch
slap a couple whore maids who thought it was funny to steal from their future
king. But of course this lame ass knight in shining armour came to their
defense, spouting nonsense about mercy and understanding being the mark of a
good king, mercy and understanding his ass. This kingdom,while beautiful as it
seemed on the surface was a shit show of prostitution and illegal activities
mostly in the lower class neighborhoods, which made up much more of this
kingdom than it should have to be honest. And he was sure this reality wasn't
because his waste of an existence father ,and the current king of Abith, was
beholden of any Benevolent king qualities.
Either way his father hated him just as much (but certainly not more) than
Sangwoo did him, and all but jumped at any opportunity to knock him down a peg,
no matter if he hated Seungbae Righteous ass as well. Not that they could do
much to replace him ,for now anyway, the prick was the head of the Abith
military and was the nephew of the kingdom's Pope of sorts. And while he was a
pain in the ass, he was also a military genius and took care of the treats of
other encroaching kingdoms with seeming ease. If he would just get off his high
horse justice and shut up and put up, he would be the perfect pawn. So here he
was on fucking time out in which he was to reflect and write down a list of
alternatives he would use to approach a number of situations the next time he
got ….agitated. The paper was of course already neatly done and on its way to
being delivered to bitch face Seungbae by his personal courier, but his head
was killing him like it usually did when it started to rain, gripping the
bridge of his nose, eyes scrunched as he tried to deal with the constant
pounding in his skull. Groaning he looked up to see his current favorite maid
making her way down the hall towards him in that tiny dress and tray in hand,
she was supposed to be stationed at his door but she seemed to have wandered
off to get him what looked like lunch. Smirking at the flustered look on her
face when she saw him walking to meet her in the stylish maroon and gold paved
hall. Stopping and towering in front of her with his larger build, he bent down
to whisper in her ear
“Won't you help me out for a little while sweetheart?”
~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~.
Little time was wasted upon being shoved into the moderate sized helpers
barracks to Bum’s slight disdain. Each of the individuals in line received a
number to which their rooms were assigned. Though consisting of only a tiny bed
(even a stiff mattress), a small desk with a chair to go along, and a brand new
metal lantern placed on said Woden desk Yoon was surprised with just how much
he was given for someone sold in exchange for debt. With his room assignment
complete, everyone was briefed on conduct and what they should and shouldn't do
in the presence of anyone other than a fellow staff, and then assigned places
to clean to start basic cleaning duties.Since they had yet to navigate the huge
building they were sectioned off into smaller groups of threes and fours and
led by their section leaders to their respective areas. Bum found himself on
the third floor in a spacious hallway, with ridiculous gold engravings and
patterns adorning the walls. His fingers itched to reach out and touch them but
he didn't want to bring any negative attention to himself from his superiors,
and decided he could do so later while cleaning. But until then he tuned out
the basics about cleaning that was taking place and took in his surroundings a
bit more. The palace was lavish that much he could see upon ascending the
marble staircases, but each level had a different theme and color scheme, as if
to not seem to repetitive or lack diversity. This level was a bit warmer in
color than the other levels that had more cooler tones, reflective of the
greenery and spring- time feel of the outside. This level was sporting light
and dark plum colors that seemed To meld into melted gold, everything felt
passionate and dangerous. Like sex honestly. Bum couldn't say he loved it, but
it was too masterfully sinful a floor to ignore. Before he knew it the short
speech was over and his small group was further divided and sent about to
attend their duties.
After being instructed to dust and buff the dark cherry wood side tables that
were effectively placed in the grand hallway to make it feel less hallow, Bum
was left alone with an hourglass ,simple in design, that once empty on one side
would alert him to report back to the established area. Since starting his
cleaning bum had yet to bump into any of the others that were brought with him,
shrugging his small shoulders he decided that he was more comfortable that way.
He wasn't the only one in the new group of servants that knew the potential
bonuses that came with working in the palace, and he knew it could get ugly
fast. He didn't need any misunderstandings about who he was-
“ AH- FUck!, M-MASTER SANGWOO mmmmnnn, ah- PLEASE!”
Lost in his own little world, Bum’s head snapped up fast. He cursed silently to
himself, he would need to be more observant than that, he knew Better. He had
been doing his cleaning almost on self automatic, working his way down the
hall. The only logical excuse would be that he was used to the sound of sex in
the background, as fucked up as that sounded, well… it was, and because of that
he had become quite good at tuning it out and focusing his attention where it
was needed, At least this time it was the sound of what seemed to be consensual
sex. Though he was torn between Leaving and allowing the privacy of whoever it
was to do what they were doing, which was the normal thing to do, everyone
likes their daily dose of scandal here and there.
Turning the corner the noises only became much more personal and… wet.
“UUUUGGH HARDER MASTER SANGWOOO!!! FUck your naughty little maid!!.... AAHH!”
The language was colorful did little to get a reaction from Bum, a blushing
maiden was something he was far from when it came to sexual situations. What
did catch his interest though was the dynamic of the….. power couple, he
guessed with a smirk. The girl was indeed a maid, and a very cute one from the
looks of it, her braids were coming undone and hung in front of her chest, up
against the wall like most of the rest of her. She was slightly bending over a
table with her hands and face pushed against the wall, Bum figured what had
started as a bent over event had turned into a more upright one for a tighter
fuck. The girl's expression, or what he could make out of the half that wasn't
embedded in wallpaper since she was facing his direction, told she was having
more than a great time. she was all red and sweaty and flustered short breaths
and moans escaping her like she could help it. The guy on the other hand,
looked way more composed, his face wasn't twisted in any sort of pleasured
expression, instead he donned a bored slightly annoyed one. A slight sheen of
sweat across his forehead was the only real indication of the activity he was
taking part of at the moment.
Having peeped his fill, bum decided to end his little sneak event and get back
to work. He straightened his clothing making sure his shorts were hugging his
curves the right way, and opening up his vest just a tad more than it already
was. Being sexy in the serving outfits weren't hard, the king was known for
being a notorious perv especially towards the help. Squaring his shoulders he
strode towards them, mid fuck, to retrieve the abandoned food tray that lay on
the floor a little ways from their feet. Before he had even really made it
Halfway to the tray, the young man's eyes snapped over at him with such malice
that something inside Bum wanted to just cower And turn back, but he had dealt
with this type before and instead instinctively bowed his head a bit in
acknowledgment, just to let him know he didn't mean any disturbance. Judging
from the slightly taken aback look from mr. table banger, he guessed he was in
the clear to approach, and made quick and quiet work of gathering the Silver
tray and the few food items that had tumbled on the floor when the tray was
pushed aside.
All the while table banger was still railing into the maid, whose heavy
breathing and moans of abandon where an indicator she still had yet to notice
the other male’s presence. Bum could feel the eyes of the currently busy young
master on his shoulders as he turned his back to him and bent down to attend to
his task. One it was to show respect, And two frankly Bum could care less who
any of them were and what their relationship was. He could only imagine that
the life of a Royal was hard, having to live up to everyone's expectations,
kinda like him in a sort of way, Bum could empathize. But of course it was also
to show off his ass, he didn't know the extent to this young master's sexual
desires but he needed to start building himself a reputation amongst these
elites. It just so happen that table banger was placed here on his first day,
the faster he got to work the better, let the mind games begin.
After quietly hoisting up the tray Bum turned to bow low allowing anyone a
glance at his little pink nipples, and noticing that the young masters
handkerchief was laying on the floor as well (score) he made quick work of
picking it up and tucking it a back in the chest pocket it had fallen out of
before finishing his bow and leaving. He could barely believe his luck, if
anything this was a great start, Suddenly the bleakly day didn't seem so bad
anymore, hopefully it wouldn't take too long to gain favor here. Later that
night in his small room, his lanterns low light casing soft shadow a on his
windowless wall, Bum quietly reflected on his day. He would have to work extra
hard if he would finally get a chance to meet the person he was doing all this
for. His mind drifted back to the man and maid he had witnessed earlier that
day, though it was obvious he was not interested the maids body Language and
face told a different story. He envied her ability to be with the one she cared
for, even if those feelings weren't return. The melancholy that suddenly
cascaded over him had him strengthening his resolve, he would stay focus. He
finally had purpose,what he did now was for love. for Seungbae.
***** Under Sheets *****
Chapter Summary
     Sangwoo tries to find Someone he's curious about and it gets out of
     hand?
Chapter Notes
     So I forgot to note that this fic will upload a little slowly, and by
     slow I don't mean every 3 years, I mean a good one chapter a week
     *everyone throws rocks in my direction* reason being summer classes
     for me have started and the work load is a bit doubled. And since I
     Am both writer and editor that slows down everything drastically, But
     with all that shit said I know this was delayed and so I wrote a bit
     more extra *throws chapter at you and runs away*
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Three days had passed since meeting the strange new help in a rather
unceremonious way, and even now Sangwoo was still perplexed to say the least.
While it wasn't uncommon to be walked in on, especially since he had been
rather rash that day, it also wasn't everyday that someone at a servant's level
would simply turn the other cheek both to his face and behind his back. When he
said there had been no doors bursting in on him revealing his father behind
them spitting insults at him for being more like him than he would admit, or no
PR visits from etiquette trainers he had long since ditched when he reached 18
and sent away on long business trips to god knows where, he really meant none.
There Wasn't even an influx of willing serving girls pushing themselves on him
thinking they now had a chance with the prince who was all for dalliances with
the serving girls. Neither were there any scandalous stares, nor whispers of
anything that had transpired. There was nothing.
There was only the tiny stolen beloved glances of those around him, desperate
for him to challenge the current king for the throne already, because by god
they needed someone truly worthy of that golden crown and seat , and who better
than him? Better than the prince who had shown his love for his people
countless times, showing up to events no matter how trivel, who had poured
countless coin into the renovation of the Kingdom and it's slums as well as
making much progress in reestablishing ties with neighboring kingdoms. Who
better indeed than this perfect lie Sangwoo had placed at the forefront of all
the was twisted and ugly and worth so little it kept him up at night?
Either way the boy was an oddity, It was the first time Sangwoo had encountered
such behavior, and quite honestly he wanted more. He had kept an eye out for
the strange boy with the dark hair and doe eyes but he had yet to see anyone
remotely similar on his floor or around the areas in the palace he frequented.
He was honestly a little embarrassed to say he ventured to areas he usually
didn't as well just to see if maybe he would find who he was was looking for.
But nothing. The boy was like a ghost, a figment of his imagination beguiling
him perhaps, and the theory was likely he supposed, wouldn't be the first time
he was seeing things. When the blood ran this close in the family it wasn't
hard for you to lose it all too soon, the increased headaches were probably a
tell tale sign as well.
Either way the hunt was starting to seem more and more useless, and it didn't
help that he had been expected to go to several Winter events which were sort
of meet and greet parties for ‘pricks of status’ as Sangwoo dubbed them that
would meet others of similar standing from different kingdoms. This had cut his
searching time drastically, and he was even a little pouty about it, he had
caught himself several times looking behind corners and doing double takes at
anyone in a serving outfit who entered his peripheral. Scratching the back of
his head he let out a sigh of frustration, he was battling feelings that made
him feel light ,a bit melancholy, and perhaps a bit delighted. All things he
thought he had locked away the day his mother decided to choose death over him.
~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~. ~.
Bum had been stuck in his room for the past day with the flu. The walk in the
rain to the palace had really wore on him the second day of arriving and quite
honestly he did his best to hide it from his dorm Leader, But his muffled
coughs and quiet sniffles were not as quiet as he had hoped they would be. He
was promptly scolded for not informing the his superior sooner and sent on sick
leave. He could feel the judgmental gazes of his fellow coworkers on his back,
seeping into his bones and making him that much more sick. If anything Bum was
the youngest here while the others ranged from mid twenties and up , and that
posed a problem, the elders were either upset that he would cause more work and
trouble for them while the younger adults knew that the king preferred them
young and thus he was competition for the affections of their beneficiary. It
didn't matter if they had to be humiliated and forced upon by that gluttonous
pig of a king, it was worth it for the money and the alleviation of a hard
life. At least until he got bored. And he always got bored. ‘But not this time’
bum thought to himself, a small smile forming on his face through his fever
hazy state.
But Bum more upset about this setback than anyone else to be honest, he needed
to be front and center at every event being held. He knew there would be a
Winter ball thrown very soon at the palace, and he had to prove to his
superiors that he was more than capable enough to handle something as tedious
and stressful as that. If not who knew when he was going to get a chance to be
in such close proximity to the king again? He didn't need long, no perhaps a
couple minutes or two would do, was that so much to ask? But no, he had gotten
sick, to make matters that more infuriating he would have to work on eating a
bit more when he regained his ability to hold something down since he was
losing inches off his curves. He needed to be far more than what he was right
now, but that was a feeling he was all too used to.
It took a lot to drag himself out of his little Cocoon of scratchy covers, but
he did because complaining was for bitches and right now he needed to get it
together. He didn't want to waste his sick days for when he was actually sick,
those would be used for other things when the time was right, for now he would
power through like he always did. Grabbing his serving attire he quickly got
dressed and left before making sure his uniform was a tad bit more “revealing”
than it should have fit and heading out to find his section leader. Finding
Christopher, his superior, was not very hard at all since he was a person of
habit and followed his schedules to the most utmost excellence bum had seen in
a very long time. Once getting his attention Yoon Bum did a rather fine job of
convincing him for the most part that he was well enough to carry out if not
larger tasks, then smaller ones that had not yet been handled by the others.
“.... Yoon Bum, you're sure you can handle this? I'm strict but I understand
that you're only human,.... and humans get sick” Christopher ended lamely and
for what it was worth he did look genuinely concerned but it still conflicted
with his rather serious and blunt personality
“ it's fine, I can definitely do it! I'm sorry…. if I caused any trouble” Bum
said quietly as he looked down in an act of cute guilt, he didn't have to work
hard either since his natural features made him look fragile and sad.
Christopher coughed a bit to the side, and missed bums Small smirk. He had to
start somewhere, and getting on the good side of his superior would probably
prove useful in the future, and if not it was still a good practice warm up.
After a brief run over of what he was allowed to do for the time being, Bum was
assigned yet again to the floor he had initially worked on his first day there.
He wasn't too thrilled since it was a relatively quiet floor, he had heard the
comments of the others when they were eating supper, many said the floor was
under strict cleaning schedules and not many were allowed up there without a
set list of things to do and those situations were stressful as they had to
report back by a certain time.Thinking about the event that took place the last
time he was there, Bum assumed the floor was where many of the more scandalous
deeds of the royals took place, it matched the scheme anyway. Since it was Day
time he doubted there would be much going on, sighing Bum wandered off into the
rooms to change the bedspreads and tend to the rooms rubbish bins.
It took all of 5 minutes for Bum to decide that he was far too petite to get
these fitted sheets on the king plus sized beds without struggling. Every time
he would place one end and move to the next the covers on the other side would
pop right off. It didn't help that his small frame and reach didn't allow for
him to try holding everything together in one go. He had worked up quite a
sweat and he could feel his fever flaring up a bit with his growing
frustrations, before he knew It he was full on wrestling with the damn things.
He was so engrossed in this he didn't notice or hear the soft click and turn of
the doorknob, but his head did whip up with a quickness upon hearing a familiar
voice.
“ Need some help with that?”
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Sangwoo was all but done with today, another tea party with kids from an
orphanage and their caretakers all but begging to suck his cock left a bad
taste in his mouth. He couldn't begin to care about the little dirty brats
running around him, with their too loud laughter and their incompetent ass
babysitters doing god awful jobs at controlling them. A little girl with bright
red hair had taken a chunk out of his as she marveled at the two toned coloring
he had in, something only those of status could afford. The little monster had
yanked so hard when asking about how he got his hair that way, he almost
backhanded her, but instead he gently scooped her up placing her in his lap and
removed her pudgy little fingers before smiling at her and explained the
process. That earned him a sickening giggle from her and more suffocatingly
sweet glances from staff and other attending individuals. He ended up leaving
shortly after, telling them he had an important matter that needed his
attention immediately. A lie of course. Besides he needed rest in between all
the madness of winter festivities and charity events, it was all too damn much.
He was so stressed he had even forgotten about his little maid hunt, that is
until he returned to the palace and walked into his room.
Usually Sangwoo instructed the servants to remain off this floor, the one he
pretty much altogether deemed his own. He gave them strict cleaning times and
even those he would request were to be done in a certain time frame, he didn't
need anyone in his space and he had certain ‘pastime activities’ that wouldn't
smooth down so easily with his people. So you could imagine the shock that went
through him as he slightly slid his door open and was greeted with small grunts
of frustration. At first he was furious, since not only had he not informed
anyone to be on his floor today, but of all places they were in his room, the
only room he never allowed even the help in. But he didn't need anymore papers
or lectures, so after swallowing down bitter pride and anger he checked his
attitude and completely shoved his door open only to lay eyes on a tiny boy
tangled in covers on his bed. But not just any boy. The boy. The one he had
been searching for since he been caught red handed in the hallway.
The boy was just as slim and tiny as he had remembered, if anything he was….
curvy for someone so lithe and well..male. If he hadn't known any better, he
would have thought he was a girl the first time they had met, the only thing
that had keyed him in on this kids gender was the male uniform he wore. Even
when he had bowed before hopping off somewhere his shirt, which was slightly
more unbuttoned Than was probably usual had reveal tiny pink nubs, that he
swore glistened as if oiled. The thoughts he were having we're giving him the
most confusing Boner he’d ever had, and he could feel self disgust rising up.
It didn't help that as soon as he recognized who it was his eyes did a slow
roam over his body, taking in all details and making note of the shorts that
had ridden up and bunched thigh thigh. Or the slight sheen of sweat that
covered his face followed by the flush that dusted those round cheeks,and he
didn't mean ass though a small portion of the lower clefts were exposed, not
that he was looking. If anything the small little pants from the boy was his
undoing
“ Do you need any help with that?” He could barely recognize his own voice, but
god damn did he mean that ,all innuendos applied
“-ah!” The boy’s head whipped up so fast as he attempted to move out away at
the same time that he fell halfway off of the bed looking surprised. Upon
seeing who it was exactly, he quickly righted himself and bowed deeply
revealing those pink buds again, Sangwoo felt a shift in his pants.
“ I'm sorry to have disturbed you, I will quickly Finish my duties and leave”
his tone was light and respectful but it didn't seem he recognized him which
was a bit insulting, he was by far the best looking person in the whole damn
kingdom and it wasn't just confidence that made him say that. Upon seeing the
slightly irritated look that must have came upon his face the boy tilted his
head a bit to the side before replying
“unless you would like for me to allow you privacy, I can return and finish
then”
It wasn't much honestly, but the act of balant obedience and cuteness hit him
harder than he thought possible. And he felt a feeling clawing up his spine
influencing his mind and overriding his thoughts. Possessiveness.
“Name.”
“E-Excuse me?” The boy blinked in confusion
“What is your name” Sangwoo closed the door behind him with a backwards shove
of his foot before striding towards the boy
“Yoon Bum sir” for what it was worth the boy didn't move from where he stood,
and held his respectful stance even with the tall man advancing on him with a
predatory aura
Stopping In front of Bum, Sangwoo brought his hand and up to his chin before
gliding over to the side of his face fingertips ghosting over the soft skin
there. This lasted all but a second or two before Sangwoo fisted the boy's hair
and used it to slam his small body against the bed whose sheet lay bunched and
in disarray.
“Yoon Bum….You call this fucking fixing a bed?”
The boys response mattered little, as Sangwoo roughly Pushed his hands in the
waistband of bums pants and yanked them down his thighs where they stayed since
he was forced head down, ass up, and knees uncomfortably pressed to his
abdomen. The only thing left was his underwear that was slightly rolled down
due to the aggressive removal of his shorts. For a moment rational Sangwoo
snapped back in, and he was aware that he sputtered much hate and malice
towards the “boy fuckers” of the upper class, the ones who had wives and
children and were the perfect rulers. The kind like his father, minus the
perfect ruler part and the wife, he was notorious for laying his hands on
anything young that he could find, and he leaned more towards the pretty little
boys of his kingdom than many knew. But Sangwoo did, and he was more than
nauseated by the idea. But here he was with a little maid boy all sprawled out
on his bed, perky round ass in the air, and his hands were reaching for his own
belt. He could stop if he wanted to, bit he didn't, For some reason this little
twink was what he wanted. He barely knew the kid, or what diseases it was
riddled with, But for some reason he found himself pulling his pants down
anyways before leaning over the bum and speaking into his ear
“Cover your mouth, if you scream I'll only like it and fuck you harder” his
voice was cold but liquid fire all at once, which confused him
As he leaned back and readied himself he hears the smallest “as you wish” from
the boy
And all the restraint he had left like a sudden wind.
Chapter End Notes
     So random inputed character, Christopher is probably pansexual and
     hella hot. I didn't really describe him cause well I'm not sure if
     anyone wanted or needs him (I want you Chris). Next chapter will be
     "heavy" sex to the best of my abilities and cop boi will make at
     least a tiny appearance
***** Stains *****
Chapter Summary
     Bum and Sangwoo start the sinning, the castle gets a cameo vist.
Chapter Notes
     So I've been gone for a sec within good reason, I've was in the
     process of moving and well summer class has been kicking my ass, I've
     been doing my best to get these chapters out both properly edited and
     decently written, but eh it takes time. Thanks for those who still
     decide to read my random thoughts and I wanted to release this to add
     to the KS content we've had yesterday. Let's all cry together guys
     cause this relationship is fucked and I've shipped it strong since
     day 1, may we all make enough money in the future to meet in therapy
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The first time Bum could remember being given to someone, was when he turned
six. He had come to live with his uncle just two years prior after his parents
had passed away, or so he was told by his grandmother. In so little words his
Uncle loathed him, from his first meeting to his last glance at the man, he
could see and feel the deep seated anger and hate the man had for him, and
little over the years spent living with him changed that. If anything Bum swore
it just got worse. Bum had little knowledge of how his parents had met their
unfortunate end and how he had survived. He could never linger too long on the
thought though, not before he would feel a terrible void enter his mind. Not
because he was racked with loss and missed them, or because he felt incomplete
not having his parents by his side. It was rather, he couldn't remember
anything; nothing in the recesses of his mind . And it haunted him. left a
space so great he couldn't begin to figure out how to fill it. He couldn't
remember enough to tell you about either his mother or father, how they looked,
or what their touch felt like, how their voices sounded, or if they loved him.
He was given as a favor, kind of like a loan. If anything he had never been
permanently given to anyone before the palace. And this was because nobody
wanted him. It was easier to keep him and use him for a purpose and discard of
him when he had served it. Times were hard as it was in this grand kingdom of
concentrated wealth ,there was so much for so few and too little for the rest.
His uncle was all too willing and happy about that sort of business
relationship anyway, it guaranteed him not only what he was after, but it also
allowed for him to use Bum as many times as he wished, and with as many
different people as he wanted. If he was in debt, if he needed quick cash, or
perhaps needed a drug refill he could trade Bum as a child laborer, a child
prostitute,or anything in between for that matter.
He was too young to understand his circumstances at the time, and he fought his
hardest when the situation he was placed in came to light. He reacted like any
child would to unwanted touches and unwanted penetration. He would scream, and
cry, and beg, but it all fell those deaf ears that remained closed to anything
but what they wanted to hear. Soon enough he learned that the more he reacted
the harder the experience was on him, the worse the punishments after, and the
angrier his uncle would be when he was let loose and sent back to those hateful
doorsteps he had to call “home”. He was 8 when his mind was no longer that of a
scared child, as it should have been, but instead a cold calculative
opportunist. He no longer fought his rapists and molesters, but instead went
‘willingly’ with the people his uncle gave him to. He learned what they liked
and how they liked it, and since most of his clients wanted sex he strived to
become all that they wanted him to be in that regard and more. He realized that
though his uncle lived a wretched unsightly life ,dirt poor if you will, he
made wagers with those whose status went far beyond just your resident drug
dealers and thugs. His uncle got himself involved with quite the group of
infamous human traffickers, Maffia leaders, and Drug lords. He was sure if his
uncle wanted to, and had taken a better path, he could have been someone with
great connections and influence.
But his uncle was just scum and he dragged Bum through it and along with him.
But with his new found perspective on things it didn't take him long to decided
he no longer wanted to live as a slave to this man and his whims, he would use
the very thing his uncle used against him to turn the tables around in his
favor.
No matter how submissive he was to his “clients” or “keepers” one day he would
end up like the young women and men he saw at times in the dark, dank alleyways
of the slums. Their eyes clouded by drugs or void of life, somehow content with
their death as long as it was over. Bum was far beyond crying and too self
driven to see himself down that road without getting some sort of pleasure out
of his god forsaken time here, and he would start with what he had. He would
use his uncle’s sinister clients and build his own reputation, he couldn't hope
for a pristine one of course, not with their initial introduction, but he would
become as addicting to them as the drugs they tried to hook him on. He would
have them crawl to him on their knees before they even knew that it was him
they wanted, and from there he would choose. He the one given to them against
his will, forced to do what they wanted, and him alone would pick the one that
he felt could give provide the level of freedom he needed. And it wouldn't be
because they originally wanted what was best for him, but rather because Bum’s
claws would be so tightly gripped within them that they would look at him as he
spoke hate to them, and reply with words full of dazed wonder and love.
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The room was so quiet and atmosphere so heavy that Bum could hear the smallest
of movements down to the slightest shift of the sheets below him. Every sound
he heard seemed a lot closer than he knew it probably was and his small
breathes were forcing their way over his hands as they clamped “tightly” over
his mouth slightly blocking his nose making it just a tad bit harder to
breathe. How things had escalated so quickly, he had no idea, but here he was
in the most compromising of positions with the …. prince? It's was insane to
think that Bum had literally walked smack dab into the prince and his
plaything, and he had failed to recognize him. Or maybe it was because he
didn't recognize the man who had been railing a maid into the side of a wall in
the hallways of the palace as the beloved prince of this kingdom. It wasn't
surprising, not to Bum anyway, the people of this kingdom had been so
freehanded with their trust and loyalty, so much so they forfeited this lives
to support a tyrant, and now they were begging his son to save them. Bum could
only hope they figured out the lesser evil before it was too late to stop the
shitshow from progressing any farther.
But Bum didn't need him.The last time Bum had heard of the prince he had left
and renounced the crown, stating that only if his father were to die before
naming a successor would he ascend to the task until he choose someone else
Fitting. Waiting till the king kicked the bucket was a ridiculous proposal,
those who where that evil found a way to live until everything else around them
died first. The prince, Bum had thought, was too pure, too righteous for him to
corrupt let alone get close to, but it seemed that he had been misinformed. How
this would fit into his plan, was his current train of thought…. though it was
a bit hard for him to do when someone else was demanding his undivided
attention
A sudden shove oh his underwear finally exposed his ass, the warm air of the
room greeting his cheeks. He shifted a bit at the feeling, but not before a
heavy hand slapped down on it, startling a squeak out of him, tears forming in
his eyes as the same exact spot was assaulted yet again. he fought back a curse
as the burning and sting seized his ass, Frail and dainty, frail and dainty he
recited to himself
“Yoon Bum eh?.... it's an ugly name, more masculine than you seem to will ever
be” Sangwoo taunted, hands roughly groping the flesh he'd just hit
“I've been looking for you for three days….. and here you are, I bet you were
taking it up the ass from my father weren't you?” When bum stayed quiet,
Sangwoo used his hair to pull his head back, making his position that much more
strained and extreme. “Where. were. you?”
“F-forgive me sire, I had f-fallen ill and was bed ridden these past days and
had not known you requested my presence” bum gasped as he used his hands to
keep himself upright
Sangwoo suddenly released him with a shove of his head, and honestly Bum Was
beginning to get tiered of all the damn back and for-- a harsh shove of
something thick and hot in his tight, unprepared hole ripped a scream from him.
He had cut it as short as he could, but he'd be damned if he pretended, even
with all his years of training, that it didn't hurt like shit. A deep seated
pain that reminded him of harder times slowly ebbed into his lower back, times
when he didn't have a goal other than escaping confining hands.
“ That's because I didn't request for you” it was barely above a whisper, more
of a spoken thought than a spoken answer, but he heard it before he felt the
weight above him move.
He was too large for bum, more so than any other man he had serviced before,but
a hot sultry heat ran down Bum’s spine when the man above him pushed his head
roughly into the mattress as his pelvis slammed into his ass from behind. A
small whine escaped Yoon's lips before he entwined his fingers over his mouth,
muffling his slowly escalating breathing and moans. He could barely concentrate
on that task alone as he felt the royal’s dick slowly exit him, first only
halfway before slamming back in and then pulling back out once more ,this time
fully, before another rough push deep inside him. While bum wanted to say he
wasn't enjoying himself, that wouldn't be the truth, and the last thing Bum did
was lie to himself about how he felt, it was a simple promise he made. Besides
bum often reveled in the act of mixing business with pleasure and if he was
getting dicked down by the kingdom's beloved prince he was sure he could at
least enjoy. With such a high sex libido, bum demanded back what he gave in the
bedroom,perhaps a small price to pay for adapting to many different types of
sex partners; if anything those he slept with learned from him.
“FUCK!!” The first word spoken in a while flooded the room
After what seemed like an eternity in sexual bliss, bum could feel the sudden
tension and tremors above and within him as the large slightly calloused hands
around his sweat slicked body gripped bruisingly. With a lewd sucking noise,
his partner pulled out of him leaving a string of precum and bodily fluids
connecting them before it let loose and trailed down his damp inner thighs. He
collapsed in a boneless heap of a mess in now musky and sweaty sheets that were
clasped in tired hands. He barely had enough time to recollect himself before
being grabbed by the back of his thin shirt and to his knees in a sitting
position. Mildly irritated he turned to see behind damp bangs a quite sinful
sight, the man was a thing to behold. Though only his shirt was removed and his
pants slightly below his knees, the prince was all corded muscles and the
lightest honey complexion, bum wanted to reach out and lick starting from the
bottom, up. He was even greeted with the very dick that had been inserted
inside of him just second ago, it was being pumped vigorously in those large
veined hands, the sloshing noises taking the place of his frantic gasps for air
and filling the room instead.
“Are you a girl? Turn your ass around I don't have time for your low stamina
ruining my mood” Sangwoo growled, eyes setting fire to Yoon's desire to prove
him wrong and take all he had to offer
“Yes sire” he spoke quietly but firmly as he quickly turned around on all
fours, looking up at the man as he stood fully at the edge of the bed looking
down at him as he approached.
Bum could barely ignore the large jutting member that was above him, and before
he really decided to, his hands encircled the red and wet penis and began to
rhythmically jack it off. Bum thought he saw a look of surprise in the prince's
eyes and that just spurred him on, he brought his mouth close allowing his hot
breaths to fan over it for a little as his face drifted downward. Sticking his
tongue out he did just what he had wanted to, sliding his tongue from the base
of the balls,all the way up to the bulbous head painstakingly slow, savoring
the hitch in breathing above him to the salty taste of precum And sweat and
man. The dark silken hairs tickled his nose on the way up but did little to
stop him from trailing back down once more before ascending for the last time
and taking the entire thing into his mouth and down his throat.
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Few things ever really surprised Sangwoo, but the boy kneeling in front of him
sure as hell did. Sex was far from a novelty for him, granted he had to keep
his sexual partners a secret until he could…. replace them quietly. There was
far more than enough young,desperate girls ripping thier panties off and
jumping his pants. There was so much to gain from him. So much he could give.
They never really expected that in the end they would be the ones paying the
ultimate price.
So when he decided to make a mess of this boy, his first male experience, but
certainly not his first invitation, he found himself being thrown off kilter.
The boy responded with no resistance at all, moving as Sangwoo’s hand guided
him, even with all the force. And it gave him the biggest hard on. His past
distractions always started off with a relatively strong enough allure,
responding to his “gentle” touches but it would quickly wither away when he
decided to treat them how he really wanted to. he often found himself having to
find…. other ways to keep his dick attentive for longer than a couple minutes
if he was Doing anything other than hurting them the way he wanted to. Yoon Bum
on the other hand, well he was terrific thus far, something he would never
admit, and had him torn between even more self disgust and want. The boy took
everything, and gave back even more, one minute Sangwoo was sure he was being
used as the boy seemed to be enjoying the rough penetration, but the next he
was on his knees deepthroating him.
He was currently watching his dick being swallowed, and the pleasure rippling
up his spine caused his knees to buckle. The boys tiny mouth was wrapped around
his entire shaft and somehow taking his whole length. He rarely gave bitches
the opportunity to get this close, heaven forbid they bite and use that moment
to scream rape and have his reputation shoved down to hell, but the for some
reason he felt safe enough to allow the kid this much. The warmth and slick of
the cavern had him increasing his pace as he held Bum’s head in place. The boy
seem to adapt faster than he would have liked sucking hard while using his
tongue to caress him in his mouth. With a groan he grasped at the shiny mop of
hair in front of him using it to pull Bum’s head down further on his throbbing
cock. The choking noises he received in response was his undoing; a white hot
flash hit him as jets of hot cums spewed form him and down the boy's throat.
Expecting sputtering he was yet again double- taking as Bum sat back on his
hunches and opened his mouth wider swallowing it all as his tongue darted out
to catch anything he might have missed.
“fucking slut, I bet you like the taste of that don't you?” Sangwoo could
barely believe that he was already starting to Harden once again. And it pissed
him off, for the kid to be this good Sangwoo couldn't have been his first. And
he was confused why that even made him upset to begin with. Pulling his pants
over his growing erection he pushed the young boy backwards off the bed, a
small little thud was his only reward and he picked up the discarded shorts and
underwear throwing them at the boys Nearly neutral expression.
“Get your shit together, clean this place, and get out” was all he said before
he circled around the bed towards the door pushing past the boy and out the
room. Slamming the heavy wooden door behind him, Sangwoo strode in no general
direction down the empty hall. The boy needed to leave this establishment soon,
what he did just now with him was a testament to that, he was a disease that
would slowly corrupt him. But deep inside Sangwoo knew he was far from letting
that boy… Yoon Bum go, that expressionless face, those expert reactions in bed.
He was a stain that needed to be removed. But stains…. well they were what they
were.
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The trip back to the capital was longer than he would have liked. Though it was
a kingdom of everlasting spring, the weather was usually more rainy in the
“winters” here. It almost seemed like some sort of odd magic how the heavy
white snows of the borderlands turned to greenery and blossoms upon entry to
the kingdom of Abith. And it was enough to send Seungbae into a mild sense of
unease.
Though he was the general of the kingdom's current army, he spent little time
in Abith itself, only when he was truly needed. And that was more often than he
would like. Though Seungbae had grown up in a family of decent enough wealth,
he too had been exposed to the blatant injustices that took place against the
people of the lower class from the very established system that had sworn to
protect them. No, he hadn't risen to his ranks because he wanted to help end
the terror of neighboring kingdoms to his land and people but rather, he wanted
the power to end the tyranny of a king who subjected the very people who placed
him there to famine and poverty all for his own selfish desires. Seungbae knew
he wouldn't be able to Change anything as just someone from a relatively well
off family, so he used the slight opportunity he had to climb the ranks and
gain control over the very people who kept order. He couldn't say he didn't
have a helping hand here and there to speed the process along, but he did know
it was for the greater good. Even so very soon he realized it was a goal that
may have been impossible to reach. Because when he did gain the title of
general little changed in the system other that the name of the governing army
general. He really wasn't running anything, not as long as there was a king, he
was nothing more than an amusing pawn.
The more he tried to help, the more he was meet with resistance from the king
and his corrupt council, and the more he was pushed into self loathing. The
very things he wanted to change became the things he was responsible to see
through. And his little victories meant less and less to him. To the point
where Seungbae couldn't stay in the kingdom for too long, not without being
racked with guilt. He instead traveled and masked it as speaking directly to
neighboring kings in order to strike fear and cooperation into them. Only half
true, but as long as that's what the king thought he could rest his mind when
the burden became too much to carry and the blood on his hands too much to wash
off at night.
Stepping out of the Carriage, Seungbae released a pent up breath as he gazed
upward at the castle. He dreaded it but the sooner he saw what the king wanted,
the sooner he could leave. Closing the cart door behind him he strode quickly
through the muddied soil of the field and unto the stone pavement that lead up
to the entrance. The grand cherry mahogany wood door, looked splendid with the
vines that coiled around the sides and arched them, pity they never stuck to
one look, the castle scheme never really looked the same for too long. Unlike
the weather here, the castle, its staff, and it's laws constantly changed, like
a rotting root that needed to be removed and replanted continuously to keep up
appearances.
After the first knock the heavy doors slid open, revealing a bowing butler and
two young maids flanking him. they keep getting younger he thought to himself,
as he handed one of the young ladies his coat and made his way up the center
staircase ahead. He was so preoccupied with calming his nerves that he ran into
a small help that seemed to be no older than 16. The initial collision had them
both recoiling and his hands shot out in front of him to steady them both.
“Ah! I do apologize- “ he trailed off
The maid was actually a boy, he might have been right about age as he was very
tiny. On looking closer he saw the boys clothing appeared to be rumpled and his
hair messy ,perhaps a style, it looked good as if he had been working hard.
Removing his hands, he awkwardly placed them in his pockets as he nodded at the
boy in apology. He was rewarded with a very wide smile as the boys heavily
lashed rounded eyes tuned into almond shapes and crinkled at the edges and
small full lips curved upwards though showing no teeth. It was honestly a smile
of pure admiration if Seungbae knew otherwise, and he could feel a blush spread
lightly across his face as this beauty in front of him graced him with a smile
so pure. The boy seemed to realize this too and his features changed into a bit
of an embarrassed one as he bowed quickly
“The apology is all mine general Seungbae! Please excuse me, have a good day
sir!” and after that quick flustered reply the boy darted around him and down
the staircase disappearing down a hallway.
The interaction had him staring off in the direction the boy had retreated for
a good couple seconds before shaking his head and continuing up the stair. But
before he reached the last step he halted as If something had finally clicked,
glancing back once more at the halfway, he realized he hadn't given the boy his
name or status.
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Chapter End Notes
     Cue the irony of not noticing important key conversation points until
     said individual leaves *everyone cheers*
     Oh Bum is a stalker here too, but he's a cute one
     Sangwoo still killin hoes, and not just with his looks
     I suck at sex scenes, sue me.
***** Hard Work *****
Chapter Notes
     So visited Hell it was cool and all, Satan told me my fanfic sucks
     and im hurt. It's been a while but I've been busy like life gets you
     sometimes, if your still reading this awesome hope I did okay with
     this chapter I've literally had sitting two paragraphs to finished
     for two months.
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Seungbae would be staying in the capital. Much to his dismay the brief meeting
with the king was filled with his uncomfortable silence and the matter-of-fact
orders of the king expecting his presence at the upcoming winter ball. He was
to be recognized for his diligence and hard work for making better ties with
the neighboring kingdoms. To be honest if he had known his feats would have
landed him a spot here in this damned land of neverending Spring for who knew
how long, he would have did his best to increase tensions between every damn
kingdom around them. But that wouldn't have been smart either way, so he
accepted the king's word like he always did and left him in his ridiculously
large and lavish personal chamber in record time when the meeting came to a
close.
As he was making his quick leave, he spotted a glimmer of golden hair and that
dark undercut. He mentally sighed as he realized who it was. Crown prince Oh
Sangwoo, the second most infuriating person he had to show loyalty to. Loyalty
his ass. The boy was just a few years younger than him, but he was already as
terrible as his father was, if not more so. Seungbae had always thought
reaching that level of insidious took years of bitter adulthood, but he guessed
Prince Oh was the exception. He was short tempered, terrible towards the
opposite sex, and a manipulative asshole. It had been worse as a youth, a year
or so after the passing of his mother. But he had “calmed down” over the years
as he grew, or so he had convinced the staff and his father. The news of his
troubled youth hadn't even made it out to the public, so they all called his
name out in the street with much adoration, praising their wonderful prince for
always being such a respectful and kind young man. Asking him to save them from
the horrors of his father, not knowing he had many of his own.
Seeing that the prince was heading in his direction and it was inevitable that
they would cross paths he tried his best to put on a pleasant expression. Of
course the prince couldn't care less about showing him any respect and instead
pointedly ignored him, seeming a bit preoccupied with his own thoughts
“ Young Prince-” Seungbae began to bow but Sangwoo brushed past him without so
little as a breath in his direction
Fists clenched Seungbae adjusted his suit as it suddenly felt a little too
tight and too hot for his liking. He picked up his pace with new found
incentive to vanish from this dark place. He couldn't be here for another
minute, not without loosing his temper and doing something foolish only to
watch all his hard work crumble upon him as if he didn't give his all to stand
where he was.
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Seungbae had come! Granted a little early, but he never failed to be prompt and
predictable. And everything about that made Bum feel warm on the inside, a
strong steady pattern. A strong and steady person. If there was anything he
hated the most, it was unpredictability, his life had shown him nothing but the
terrible results unpredictability left people like him with. The slightest
change in his plans due to the “unplanned” could cost him his life. The games
he played and the people he played Them with were not to be taken lightly. Even
more so that Bum was no one, when you had nothing to your name the last things
you wanted to do was be caught doing something that reeked of betrayal. He
would be ruined. All his hard work gone down the drain like stale milk.
Turning into the small room he called his own he quickly changed out of his
crumpled clothes while doing his best to push down the embarrassing memory of
being caught looking the way he did earlier upon unceremoniously bumping into
Seungbae. That was definitely not the way to do it, looking like a half dragged
cat and reeking of another man… .A light knock on his door was a welcomed
distraction from his current line of thought, and after donning his personal
clothing -a simple green cotton shirt and a pair of loose shorts, he went to
see who it was. He was initially suspecting it to be one of his superiors
barking at him for his lateness, but it wasn't Christopher this time, but
rather a young man. The boy was actually no older than he was, with a distinct
choker around his neck. Yo Minjun, he was the favorite pet of the king, at
least for now anyway. The boy’s coy nature and balant sexual confidence had
landed him a spot in the king's bed almost immediately or so Bum heard from the
whispers of the other servants. The boy had gained quite the power from being
the king's lapdog. Bum could see he dripped with superiority, The power of
immunity he carried with his a dangerous fragrance indeed.
“Well are you gonna let me in little mouse?” Minjun said with a sly grin on his
face.
“Depends on if your a cat….or something,.... Minjun you know I'm not good at
comebacks….” Bum could feel a slight flush of embarrassment wash over him, as
he covered his face with his hand
“ Haha! No cat here love, just your darling best friend” and with a quick close
of Bum’s room door, Minjun enveloped Bum in his arms and planted kisses all
over his face in the process
“JUN!!! Stop it.. I missed you too..ok OK! I swear if you try to rape me again
….” Bum was blushing furiously with the showering of adoration and love from
his close friend. his only friend.
“I've missed you” was all Minjun said into bums neck, not many males were as
slim or tiny as he was, only Minjun
“I came back, don't worry I always do” Bum pulled his head gently in front of
his own and planted a kiss of his own on Minjun’s face
“ Well it’s about damn time you got here!! Nobody here is as cute or sexy as
me, but now you're here I got competition, should I be worried?” The self
confident little fox was back at it, like only he could with Bum around
“Terrified” Bum said with a smirk of his own
He and Minjun were the only good thing to ever happen to him outside of
Seungbae, he was a dear friend that came from the vile shit he had to endure
before he could gain his bearings in this world. They both had seen and been
dealt the evils of this forsaken kingdom, had been there when the other could
Hardly move, covered in their own blood and the leavings of others. They cried
for the others pain when they could hardly spend tears on their own situation.
They loved each other to compensate for the love they could not find for
themselves. Almost like twins the two of them were. They knew everything the
other did, only the short times spent apart on different jobs with different
clients lessened that until they were joined again.
It took less than 20 mins to catch Minjun up to speed with the events that took
place when they were apart. Bum hadn't seen Minjun in about 6 months, around
the time Jun told him about his plan to help him out on his “big quest for love
or some shit” as he had put it. The plan was to get Minjun close to what was
happening in the castle, and find a way to get Bum inside too. While he was
doing so Bum had been a sort of lapdog for a lesser ranked general in the
Kingdoms Army. He had learned a bit more about the inner workings of the
military, and for the most part he was able to Learn about Seungbae. While
there he met few people who after a couple favors agreed to let him in on
anything they could about his “beloved”. And so here he was 6 months later in
the castle and within reach of Seungbae, all that was left was for him to
finally make his move….
“ You and the PRINCE?!” It was almost a screech
“ I didn't really have much of a choice…. I was trying to cover my ass here”
Bum grumbled, mind wandering back to earlier
“ By giving him your ass? God damn Bum, I need to start thinking out the box
like you” Minjun’s smirk was dripping with Suggestion and Sarcasm
“ Actually I needed to ask you for a favor, I may need you to distract him for
me” Bum knew the glint he had seen in Prince Oh’s eyes, something Keen to ,he'd
dare say, amusement. People like him upon finding anything close to
entertainment were the worst, they were relentless. A bother.
“ Depends. Was he good? He's such fucking eye candy, but you can't always let
that lead you straight to bed” Minjun said almost reminiscently
Was he? Good question. Bum never really rated the people that took him to
“bed”, he only had two types of encounters, forced or calculated. Either he
didn't want it and it would be done, or he was gonna endure it to get something
done. He never really thought about his partner's performance, even though he
learned to love the pleasure that came with sex and even actively sought it he
knew that he worked hard in bed to satisfy himself and usually this panned out
good for both. The person who's dick he was ridding didn't really have to do
much other than be able to get hard, and Bum would find a good time. But that
said, he still felt a blush creep over his skin and across his cheeks as he
thought about the damn royal. Rough hands that demanded that he bend to them,
Bum usually would find that boring, all his life he'd been held as such. Held
by people who believed they owned him, forced him against his will. But never
before had he actually believed it. The difference between his past clients and
the menace that was this kingdom's prince was that while those in the past
believed they had power they didn't. Oh Sangwoo knew he had had power, and he
did. The thought sent small shivers rippling across Bums shoulders, down his
spine and to the small of his back.
“ He's okay.”
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Sangwoo would be going out of town soon, around the time of the Winter ball…..
actually exactly the day of the winter ball. The shit was ridiculous, all the
festivities for winter when the damn region didn't even get snow. If anything
the ball was held so that his father could have an excuse to check out the
recently developing youth of the local kingdoms. Not a day had went by that he
hadn't been actively searching for a new queen since the death of his mother.
The funny thing about it though was that none of the little harlots that had
been up to the task lasted longer than a few months. He supposed there was some
part to play on his side, fucking your soon to be step mother was never really
a good mix for healthy family dynamics. But then there was the fact that his
father would always do them in, the poor things never left completely together
up there let alone wherever else if they were not so lucky.
But even as he readied his things, or rather order the help to ready his
things, he felt a bit … distracted. He didn't even get to lay on his new list
of insults he had so diligently composed for officer sundae when he had past
him in the hall. He was scattered and he felt a mess. His gaze kept straying in
the direction of anyone in a maid uniform who was tiny and dark haired. He was
bothered. Pausing mid stride he brought his balled fist against the wall with a
loud bang, growling in frustration as he tried to gather himself. The little
minx was already starting to cause him his peace of mind. The temptation to
drag him by those scrawny ankles and throw him down a flight of stairs was all
too real and close to fruition. Thinking quickly of a way to remedy the madness
washing over him, he decided to do the next best thing. Many time Sangwoo had
been overcome by plights of anxiousness and anger, and nothing ever seemed to
work to sate the troubled youth, that was until he developed a rather devilish
hobby. Something to keep the madness at bay. With a sigh and a quick run of his
fingers through his hair, he walked up to the top floor of the palace. His
mother's floor.
It was always either an uncomfortable or calming feeling that the hallways of
the highest floor brought him. Sangwoo either left sated and calm, or high
strung and plagued with dark delusions.it had been a good month or two since he
had been up here since his last visit. He had been too busy and the nightmares
had kept him awake for three days straight. But his time he wasn't here to have
a walk down memory lane, he was here to let off a bit of steam. Stopping at the
second to last door at the end of the hall Sangwoo glanced out the towering
window that looked over the expanse of the palace’s back premise. His mother
didn't have a window that showed the front, she wasn't allowed to see the
people coming and leaving, so the forestry became a calming thing to her. Or
that's what she told him, but he knew she hated it by the way she kept the
drapes closed almost every day other than when his father would visit.
A small bump from behind the door followed by a whimper brought Sangwoo back to
the task at hand. Turning the door handle with his leather glove clad hands
always have him a thrill, since it almost always meant he would have a chance
to feel better than he had in days. The door smoothly gave way, opening to a
dark room lit only by the soft red glow of special made red candles. Closing
the door behind him, the prince made intentional slow strides, shoes hitting
the wooden floor with a solid intimidating echo.
“ P-prince?” The small whimper was cut off with a sharp slap against the girl's
face, causing her to let out a cry
Walking over to the Wooden cherrywood table at the Edge of the room, Sangwoo
ran his hands over the selection of cutting knives and other sharp tools he
would be making use of tonight. Sometimes he feared he wasn't interesting
enough, which was funny because he was often alone ,of course, when he did
these things. But tonight that wouldn't really be the case,so he found himself
a little anxious and keen to impress. He was still wondering if his actions
would blow up in his face, which he suspected to happen, but he was excited to
have a guest for the first time.
The girl had ceased her talking and mumbling, but she was now quietly crying in
the background. The quiet lull of her tears calming the prince and making him
more confident about the night. Until a slow knock at the door broke through
the room, the girls cries immediately increased in volume as a small voice
spoke through the door
“Excuse me, I was requested to come up” there was no mistaking the voice,
Sangwoo could feel lust creep up his back
“Enter”
The door opened slowly and the hallway light spilt into the dark room that
Sangwoo had adjusted to,making him squint his eyes a bit. The slim figure was
outlined by light, like a halo, and for a second he could have swore it was his
mother. There was a quick close and the soft darkness settled again and Sangwoo
was left holding his breath.
“My prince, I've come as you have requested” the tiny voice started
“Your late”
“Forgive me, I'm still unused to the palace, and got … lost for a moment” his
head bent down Sangwoo could see the boys pale nape and the shadow of his
spine.
“I've had people kilt for less, don't be sorry, be better”
“ Yes my prince”
He was the embodiment of meek if Sangwoo had seen any. The feeling of pushing
him down and forcing himself between those thighs was weighing heavy on him,
but he needed his focus. Walking over to Yoon Bum he slid his hands gently
around his slender neck, grabbing his hair as he used it to tilt his head
upward. The Heavily lashed doe eyes that met his, though wary didn't seem the
least bit scared, which was foolish. This boy wouldn't be leaving this room
tonight. He was going to dead the issue quite literally.
“Undress”
“As You wish my prince” the boy said holding eye contact as he began shifting
his shirt downward
And it was feeling all too much like deja vu.
Chapter End Notes
     My intent is to start writing way more sex scenes, I just feel lyk I
     had to story build for a sec and shot myslef in the foot.
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