pastel [3]

forty seven

cw: non-graphic sexual assault
Third Person point of view

Everything only went downhill from the moment Taehyung was pulled into the poisonous prison of Sungjoon's embrace. Nerves fought against the harsh affection that reached deep inside of him, licking at the shame buried in his throat, drawing cruel bloody bruises down his neck, hips pinned down. This felt more torturous than the year of real punishment, now left to feel helpless and malleable in another's hands.

Yet he didn't fight back, he let the malicious man play with him, use his body for his own thrill. He was scared of hurting someone else if he fought. If he played the game wrong or broke a rule Jungkook would be the one to suffer, not him. It was the perfect torture method, because Taehyung didn't care about his own pain, but he never wanted his love to feel any more pain because of him.

At first, when he was withdrawn into his mind to shield the experience, he cursed his mother, screaming betrayal that she would leave him alone in this time. However, he realised as he wrapped up in the comfort of loving memories that he was feeling no arousal from the assault. It was like his body had detached from the feeling, left to be numb and empty. A part of him hoped it was Venus working quietly in the background, protecting him from afar.

Taehyung knew Jungkook was watching everything. He'd been moved by Yugyeom to kneel close, watching the two play the game. Every assault was observed by the prisoner, his tears stronger than the sea that roared its disturbance behind them. All Jungkook was allowed to do was watch, fraught with the complete failure he was, not being able to protect Taehyung from this taunting game.

For hours this went on, Sungjoon pushing the limits of his need to have Taehyung be his, kissing every crevice of his skin, biting into the tanned flesh, leaving bruises beneath the surface. He sat atop the blonde boy's thighs, arms wrapped around his neck, tugging every move like the son of Venus were a puppet, left for him to toy with.

Taehyung felt the pain Jungkook had felt ten years ago. The pain of someone else violating his own body for the sake of violent lust. He felt the physical pain but knew it couldn't compare to the emotional toll Jungkook had suffered. He never loved Sungjoon, had never given his heart to the man so he had no feeling of betrayal.

It was a drastic difference for Jungkook. He'd poured everything towards Taehyung; being his first love. It could have been the curse that opened up his ability to love, Taehyung didn't know. But he knew the boy did truly love him. He knew it by the way he stared now, like every bit of his soul was lost again, fragmented pieces torn apart.

"Please..." Taehyung eventually choked out through his disconnected thoughts, a silent scream passing his trembling lips when a hand pressed to the inside of his thighs. "No more. Stop, I can't ..."  He instantly regretted saying anything when a sharp rush of pain seared across his neck, teeth sinking into his almost healed wounds and tearing them back open. This time he did scream, head falling back and eyes squeezing shut, mouth falling open to let out the agony that fought to escape.

"I'll stop when I want to darling." Whispered Sungjoon with his blood stained lips pressed to Taehyung's right ear, hands squeezing his thighs to affirm the power he held over the other. "You should be glad I'm not taking everything from you, hm? Unless you'd like me to strip you bare?" Taehyung shook his head profusely, losing control of his lips and feeling sobbed whimpers escape. "I thought so. So lovely and obedient, we could have been so great together. I love pain, you give pain, it was a destiny written by the gods and you defied it. So I wrote my new destiny." He traced a bloodied finger across Taehyung's lips, a touch so delicate yet so violent. "You see I made a deal with a petty god to live until the day I could take you back. So we could be together until the very end."

"You're sick," Taehyung cried, making the mistake of locking eyes with his love just metres away. He was shattered by the despair that emanated from Jungkook's bound body. The ropes were the only thing holding him together, any movement would shatter his remains. "I'm sorry," he croaked toward the boy before his attention was yanked back to the demanding monster still sitting on his lap.

"Mine! Don't you dare look at him." Sungjoon snarled, pressing forward in an aggressive kiss that pushed them both to the sand, knee digging into Taehyung's stomach and shin pressing against his groin. "You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you? So desperate to protect your damsel. I could take you right now, he'd watch and he'd break. Gods the temptation." Sungjoon whispered breathlessly, grin broadening in a frightening way.

"Sungjoon please," was all Taehyung could whisper, eyes sharing every panicked thought through their glassy fractures.

"You're fine darling, I'll save that for another time. For now, I wish to play a new game." The sinking weight in Taehyung's stomach doubled at the words, eyes flickering over to Jungkook in a panic.

"What?" He barely got out, palms falling back against the gritty sand to hold up his shaking body.

"Oh darling, you're so cute..." Sungjoon tugged on the other's cheeks, twisting his expression. "I want you to kiss me." Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" Sungjoon laughed.

"I said I want you to kiss me. I want you to place your lips on mine whilst your boyfriend watches. I want him to see you kiss me and realise how useless he is. I want you to kiss me like the true son of Venus you are."

Taehyung wished he could end his life at that very moment.

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