CRYSTAL EMPIRE | JINKOOK

NINETEEN

Jin felt his body tremble as he was pulled carelessly to the floor. Jin's body sat up against the cold floor of the chamber, and from below he saw JungKook in a way that unconsciously warmed him, of course that passionate thought was drained from his being when he saw that body sculpted by the gods surrounded by anger and rage.

The boy questioned if that would not be his end, one that Hades would surely tell him he deserved for playing with such burnout, for letting himself be carried away by a wave of anxiety and torment.

"What are you going to do to me," he asked, his voice miraculously calm.

Calm.

Was it his conscience telling him that if something happened it was because he deserved it?

"Something that will allow me to forget you as I need to," he said, squatting down in front of him. His serious and impassive face made the little boy fear "And that you will never again influence my life," he said.

'If I am to die, may it be in your arms, my love' thought Jin.

Words and wishes are as dangerous as the Greek army itself.

JungKook moved his hands to the vaporous robe that enveloped the boy's body, to tear it off savagely and leaving the other as surprised as possible. The Emperor had always found and would always find the sinful body of that maiden beautiful, but perhaps now it was less beautiful for it was stained with the mark of betrayal. The maiden's milky body shuddered at the act, and he tried to stop it but the strength of that burly warrior would always be superior.

"Agh!," Jin shrieked as his former lover pushed him against the hardness of the floor so that his chest was downward. The young man's face was bruised as was his right shoulder and hip such that for sure in the morning he would have bruises.

"Don't do it," he demanded warning of the other's ghoulish intentions.

"Why not,"

"Because I know you love me,"

"You love you too much," JungKook replied sternly carelessly pulling the boy's legs apart.

"You know you don't want to hurt me,"

"Do you know that what you have said has been my prayer night and day?,"

"I'm asking you, JungKook... please, I never wanted to, I just wanted to save my son."

"It's too late for regrets,"

Jin never felt such wrenching pain in his body as the one that settled at his entrance as he was brutally penetrated by the other. Another tear he felt in his throat as he cried out. The skin on his thighs and his hips were being battered by the tall man's hands at every thrust, every rough rubbing of that thick member that was now hurting him so much.

"Stop, stop, stop, I implore you,"

"No! I need to tear you out of my mind and body, and this is the only way I'm going to do it,"

But JungKook never mentioned tearing Jin from his heart, because that would simply cost him more to accomplish than the conquest of Northern Greece cost him. Jin was once his greatest conquest, one that he could not quite achieve, for it barely became a protectorate of his Empire but he never achieved its complete annexation.

"No, Kook. Ah! You hurt me."

"I'm sorry," he gasped against Jin's neck "I need to do it,"

Hard, deep thrusts were the cause of shrieks and pleas from sweet Jin who could only sob in fear of such cruel action. The splashing of their bodies stopped being erotic and became a pitiful sound, the pleasurable moans were now pleading cries, and it was no longer exquisite that touch between skins but a cruel and loveless touch.

JungKook continued until he had his fill of the other's body, until his cum permeated the other's warm interior as it had many times before.

"Forgive me,"

"I can't."

"Why?," he gasped shrugging his aching legs as JungKook's cock finally left his rosy hole "I have no way to apologize to you anymore,"

"I don't want them,"

"Jung...,"

"I want to be angry with you, SeokJin, because I need to, that's the only way I can find to get all the venom you put in me out,"

The Greek Emperor left the chamber taking one last painful look at his wounded little maiden.

'Have I been too cruel?'

'Was it right to abuse him mercilessly?'

Questions plagued his mind on his way back to his room, amidst shadows and silence he found himself overwhelmed at the sight of his bed, he missed that beautiful body he left like trash lying on the floor.

While Jin tried to stumble to get up but his legs were so bruised, and his hip so bruised that he couldn't, every time he tried he would fall down causing more bruises on his sensitive skin. His life boiled down to failures and falls, few accomplishments and only two triumphs: his son and his beloved JungKook. A sad analogy.

"I'm tired, tired of trying to get him to forgive me," he said to himself. "Maybe you will never succeed" he answered himself in a melancholy tone but "JungKook will never stop loving you, and as long as it is so in his heart there will still be forgiveness for you."

How long would it take for that forgiveness to come?

On the morning of the next day, when Jin managed to make his robe long enough to cover those marks on his body, he went out to the garden to share the afternoon with Hansol and Jimin, to whom he decided to tell them what had happened with JungKook. 

"You look a little haggard," commented Jimin emphasizing Jin's deplorable face.

"I've had difficult nights,"

"Tell us, what has happened? Now all Athens is commenting that the Emperor has gotten a new consort,"

"That's true, Hansol. JungKook, I'm not enough for him anymore,"

"Why?"

"Because I... I..."

"SeokJin," Taehyung's voice echoed in the garden as he walked in on JungKook's arm "it's good to see you getting some sun, your face really needs it,"

Jin felt the bile rise in his throat just watching them.

"You may be pleased to see me, Taehyung, but I'm not at all pleased to see you," he replied in a scathing and haughty tone.

"Insolent whore," cried the offended dwarf.

In a retaliatory move on Taehyung's part, he pulled Jin by the arm and threw him to the ground. Jin's robe was pulled up to his thighs, very close to his groin, and so everyone in the garden could see the marks on the boy's white legs.

"Jin," gasped Hansol as he noticed his friend's wounds, "who did that to you?"

Jin would never reveal that JungKook was the cause of such a palette of color on his skin, for his beloved did not do it intentionally, that he noticed when falling down and revealing his wounds the Emperor's face distorted into a grimace of pain and guilt.

'I know you still love me, JungKook, you haven't stopped no matter how much I hurt you.'