A Swordsman's Code: CH. 1
Title: Temptation Most Foul
Fandom(s): TVXQ
Characters: Yunho,Changmin, Jaejoong just for fun.
Pairing(s): YooSeok (Moo Seok/Lee Yoon, embrace the new ship hehe)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The playboy prince gets a new personal guard, and finds him interesting in multiple ways...
Genre: Smut, Historical, porn with hanbok, basically.
Warnings: sneaky handjobs
Word count: ~4800
Joseon Province, 1400 AD.
It’s a beautiful day, one that poets would spin verses about. The way the sun touches the tops of the structures in the village, the clear blue of the sky, the lush green of the grass looking so inviting, so soft; just perfect for lounging and relaxing. Prince Lee Yoon looks out from the balcony of his palace, surveying the surroundings, taking in the sun and just enjoying the day. He’s just finished a particularly well-done novel, if he does say so himself, and he’s feeling rather proud of his abilities. Not to mention, his princely duties are not too demanding today, so he plans to spend the majority of his time doing what he does best; absolutely nothing.
Lee Yoon is a bit of a playboy, notoriously so. Women come from far and wide, either to let him draw them for one of his erotic novels, or to seduce him into bedding them, which admittedly, usually doesn’t take much convincing. He never thought he’d see the day, but if he’s being perfectly honest with himself, the whole gig is getting rather boring. You can only play with your toys for so long before you want to throw them away and try something else. These thoughts have been plaguing him for a long time now, but, he’s not had many opportunities to act on them, mostly just draw and fantasize. He doesn’t know it yet, but the events to come will set him on a path he never expected, and give him what he didn’t even know he was looking for.
The only official duty on his plate today is meeting his new personal bodyguard. If you ask Lee Yoon, the whole thing sounds boring as hell. He’s heard tell of the man’s skill with a sword; supposedly he’s the best in the land. However, he’s also been told to be completely boring and rather stiff, two things that Lee Yoon does not deal too well with. But on the other hand, it could be completely entertaining to try to loosen the man up. Releasing his hold on the balcony railing, Lee Yoon turns to head back into the palace and await his new charge. He heaves a heavy sigh, sitting on his bed mat and finishing what’s left of the breakfast his servants had brought him.
After several minutes, he hears the door to his chambers slip open. “What is it?” He calls out, and his head counselor, Kyung-Tak, appears from behind the curtain that separates his sleeping area from the entryway. Kyung-Tak bows deeply, meeting the prince’s eyes. “Jeon-ha, your swordsman has arrived. Shall I send him in?” Lee Yoon gives a small nod in return, and as much of a smile as he can muster. “Sure. Might as well get it over with.” Kyung-Tak chuckles, nodding again. “Try not to scare this one away too quickly, my prince? You doneed protection, you know.” Lee Yoon smirks at that, shaking his head. “I make no promises, my friend. I’ll at least be nice for the first five minutes, does that suit you?”
Kyung-Tak rolls his eyes, all formalities forgotten. Though Lee Yoon is the prince, behind closed doors, their relationship is very casual. Considering they’ve been close friends since childhood, even studied together, Lee Yoon doesn’t enforce too many of the typical pleasantries upon the man, save of course when absolutely necessary. “I suppose that’ll do. He’s good, though. Seriously. Let him do his job.” Lee Yoon tsks, “Alright, alright, you insufferable nag. Cease with the complaining and send him in.” Kyung-Tak smiles, nodding. “Very well then, Jeon-ah.” He exits the room swiftly, curtains billowing in his wake.
A few moments later, the curtain moves again, and a man stands before Lee Yoon, expression stoic and serious. He bows deeply, then rises up to meet the prince’s eyes. “Greetings, Jeon-ah. I am Kang Moo-Seok. I’m to be your personal bodyguard.”
Lee Yoon’s heart leaps into his chest.
If this is not the most handsome man he’s ever seen, Lee Yoon is uncertain as to what would qualify. Absolutely stunning from head to toe, nearly matching himself in height, with an aura that screams confidence and strength. The man seems utterly untouchable, but oh, does Lee Yoon want to touch. He wants to trace his finger along that full lower lip, rake his fingernails down the expanse of that broad chest, explore the lines and ridges of muscle that are no doubt hidden beneath Moo-Seok’s hanbok. Lee Yoon is a man of many tastes; he’s never been one to limit himself. And as far as taste goes, he thinks he’d very much like to take a bite out of this gorgeous creature in front of him.
Forcing himself to speak and to stop staring, Lee Yoon smiles, probably a bit more widely than he should. “Ah, Moo-Seok. Pleasure to meet you. I take it you can protect me well? There are many who’d love nothing more than to see me dead…” he tilts his head, smirking up at his new conquest. “Do you think yourself man enough for the task?” Moo-Seok, as stoic as ever, only nods, seemingly convinced in his own abilities. “I will protect you with my very life, Jeon-ah. I live my life by my sword, I can ensure you, no one will lay a hand on you, my prince.”
Lee Yoon chuckles a bit at that, rather thinking that’s a shame, as he’d simply love for Moo-Seok to lay a hand or two on him. Keeping that thought to himself, for now, he nods, unable to hide the smirk spreading across his face. “Very well then. You seem confident enough in your abilities. They’ll be put to the test soon enough, I’m sure.” Lee Yoon means that in every possible way, both perverse and literal. Moo-Seok nods, expression never wavering. “I will be ready, my prince.” Heaving a small sigh, Lee Yoon offer a bit of a sigh, looking up at his swordsman. “Good. You may leave for now, Kyung-Tak is outside and will show you around. You’ll be stationed right outside this room tonight. Clear?”
Moo-Seok bows again, all formality. Lee Yoon absently wonders what it would take to get rid of this man’s so carefully placed façade, and hopes to find out sooner rather than later. “Perfectly, Jeon-ah. I will return soon.” Moo-Seok turns on his heel, heading out of the room with the curtain swishing to allow him passage.
“I look forward to it, Moo-Seok….”
Lee Yoon smiles, laying back to relax for a few moments, thoughts drifting, focused on a handsome swordsman that he hopes to have under his thumb very soon……
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Moo-Seok is not particularly happy with his new assignment, though he knows by all rights he should be. An opportunity to serve the prince directly is one of the utmost honor, but….this prince is one whose reputation precedes him. There’s the whole playboy image, of course, but there are other rumors swirling that put even that to shame. Not to mention, being in the man’s actual presence sets Moo-Seok completely off-guard, which is a feeling he’s unaccustomed to and dislikes quite highly. Something about the way the prince looks at him…..he can’t really put his finger on it, but it makes him feel rather vulnerable. And Kang Moo-Seok neverfeels vulnerable. He’s a warrior…..such things are not allowed in his realm of existence.
Despite all of that, he listens well to Kyung-tak’s advice, memorizing his surroundings as best he can. He never knows when someone will make an attempt on the prince’s life, and so he needs to be well aware of his surroundings, at all times. Moo-Seok doesn’t speak much, but he nods in all the right places, showing Kyung-tak that he’s paying attention. He doesn’t mind this man, actually…he’s a bit of a flake, but he seems very knowledgeable, and that will be of some use. And best of all, Kyung-tak doesn’t make him feel uncomfortable. More points in his favor. The two finish their rounds, and last of all, Moo-Seok is shown to his sleeping quarters. Though he has a feeling he won’t make much use of it, as he will undoubtedly be doing several night watches. Moo-Seok doesn’t mind either way; sleep is not a thing he requires much of, and his duty is his life. He will gladly do anything Prince Lee Yoon asks of him.
Moo-Seok deems his quarters nice enough, deciding they’ll suit his purposes just fine. He puts away what few belongings he has, and is then taken back to the prince’s quarters, to hold guard for the night, he assumes. Kyung-tak explains the schedule to him, and how the guards rotate. It seems his job will mostly entail accompanying the prince to his daily activities, and sticking by his side. Kyung-tak speaks to a guard outside the prince’s door, and Moo-Seok overhears the man informing him that the Prince has gone for a walk, taking one of the other guards with him. Kyung-tak nods, leading Moo-Seok inside and advising him to sit and wait for Lee Yoon’s return.
As Moo-Seok is finally left alone, he can’t help but to sate his curiosity a bit and take a look around. He’s never served a prince before, and secretly finds the luxury and grandeur of it all to be rather fascinating. He walks over to a large vanity, noticing a large book sitting atop it, one with a cover that is rather questionable. He tells himself he mustn’t look; he’s a man of honor, not prone to pry into other people’s lives. But Lee Yoon is a man of many mysteries, and he simply can’t stop himself. He opens the book, not caring what section he lands on, and the words on the page make his mouth fall open in shock.
It’s an erotic novel; that much is clear immediately. But what really sends an unwarranted shiver up Moo-Seok’s spine is the fact that it’s also illustrated at points…..quite graphically. Whoever wrote this is not only a talented writer, but a talented artist as well. But Moo-Seok is having a bit of difficulty acknowledging the skill, as he’s far too occupied with the content. To term it raunchy would be an understatement. He’s never seen anything like it, and he feels his face flush with heat at the words on the page. For some reason, he can’t seem to find the ability to stop reading, and that might be what bothers him most of all. A voice just behind him startles him out of his reverie, nearly dropping the book in a mixture of shock and the shame of being caught. “Are you enjoying it so far, swordsman?”
Moo-Seok turns with a start, almost falling directly into the prince’s arms. Lee Yoon looks entirely too amused, and all thoughts of getting in trouble vanish from the swordsman’s mind when he sees that expression. The prince corners him, eyeing him like he’s a piece of meat, and Moo-Seok unravels. “My..Prince. I’m sorry. Curiosity got the better of me, it won’t happen again.” Lee Yoon backs away just a bit, chuckling. “I should rather hope you keep that curiosity, Moo-Seok. Besides, you haven’t gotten to the best part yet…” Lee Yoon leans over, taking the book from the swordsman’s hands and searching for a page. “Ah,” he murmurs upon finding it, handing it over to Moo-Seok to see for himself. “I think I did rather well on this one…”
Before the swordsman can even register what’s on the page in front of him, those words hit him and realizes the shocking truth that the Prince himself is the author. As if he weren’t already in shock, he gazes down, and nearly drops the book again. This picture, though just as detailed as the others, contains a rendering of two individuals caught in the throes of passion. That in and of itself isn’t unusual, considering what Moo-Seok has already seen. What makes him forget to breathe, however, is the fact that unlike the previous, this is not a man and a woman making love. This is two men.
Moo-Seok feels heat snake its way up his body, and something simmering in his gut that he’d rather not acknowledge. He finally manages to look up at the prince, who is currently leering at him in a way that makes him 100 shades of uncomfortable. “J..Jeon-ah…” he manages, and Lee Yoon just chuckles, not moving away even an inch. “Ah, what do you think? Do you approve of my talents? I have plenty more, you know, and I’d be happy to prove it…”
Moo-Seok makes an undignified choking noise, pressing himself flat against the vanity, trying to maintain some bit of distance between himself and the prince. “Of that I have no doubt, my prince. However,” he straightens himself, reminding himself that he is a swordsman, goddammit, not a blushing bride. “I’m afraid that won’t be necessary.” Lee Yoon makes a little pout, and coos as he reaches to grasp Moo-Seok’s chin, not harshly, but enough to keep him from turning away. “Hmm, well that’s a shame. I think I may be able to get you to change your mind, though.” He finally backs off and releases him, not wanting to scare the swordsman away just yet. He’d much rather make it so that Moo-Seok comes to him. Lee Yoon doesn’t chase anyone. He never has to.
Moo-Seok doesn’t even know what to do, and that in and of itself is infuriating. He’s flooded with several emotions, some of which he can’t even identify, others he refuses to. Lee Yoon can see the turmoil on his new acquisition’s face, and decides to back off…..for now. He’s made his stance quite clear as it is. The seed has been planted, no need to push any further. He lifts a finger to Moo-Seok’s lips before he can speak, silencing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. “It’s ok, Moo-Seok.” He smiles, licking his suddenly dry lips, inwardly laughing at the look Moo-Seok is giving him right now. Changing the subject, he tries to appear aloof. “Well, I’ll be retiring for the evening. You may take up your post. I’ll call for you if I need you.”
Lee Yoon backs away completely, gesturing towards the door so that the swordsman can take his leave. Moo-Seok blinks at him a few times, shaking his head before he gathers himself, straightening up and heading for the door in a huff. The minute he’s out and the door shut behind him, Lee Yoon collapses into giggles, covering his mouth, as he knows the swordsman may still be able to hear through the other side. The prince wanders over to his bed mat, falling back onto it with a huge grin. He managed to get the man flustered….and it was easier than expected. That, from what he’s heard of Moo-Seok’s reputation, is an accomplishment. He’s done this enough times to know that he’ll have the swordsman under his thumb, and under him, in no time at all. This is just step one.
Lee Yoon relaxes, knowing he needs to get plenty of rest before tomorrow’s unending schedule. He’s still got a grin plastered on his face, and as he closes his eyes, images of a handsome swordsman with his eyelids fluttering in pleasure fill his mind, and he drifts off just like that, pleased with himself and anticipating what’s to come….
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The night watch was far more stressful than it should have been. Nothing eventful happened, fortunately, but Moo-Seok had his mind completely elsewhere. He’s always been a man nearly obsessed with his duties, and determined to do them well. The fact that the Prince had gotten under his skin like this….and so quickly….just pisses him off to no end. He tried his best to concentrate, but it was difficult, as he couldn’t seem to shake the image that Lee Yoon had showed him last night, the words scrawled across the pages now etched onto his brain. Moo-Seok has never been so unraveled. This is all fairly new to him, and he can’t decide whether he’s more affronted, or more enticed.
It’s morning now, and Moo-Seok knows that the Prince is due to wake up any moment. He actually finds himself dreading it….though he hasn’t had much romantic experience, (and most definitely not with a man) it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Lee Yoon is interested in him. And the unfortunate thing is, he is just a warrior and a guard. This gives him a bit of rank above the laymen and some others, but ultimately, he’s a peasant compared to royalty, and if Lee Yoon were to ever demand something, he’d be in no position to deny him. Moo-Seok’s family is honorable, but not one of influence, so there are no cards in his favor. If Lee Yoon wanted to turn him into some form of concubine instead of his personal guard…the bastard could do it, and there would be nothing Moo-Seok could do about it.
What’s truly scary is, Moo-Seok can’t decide whether he’d hate the idea. Lee Yoon is not an ugly man, by any means. And something about his presence peaks his interest. Moo-Seok is questioning everything right now, and it’s truly starting to take over his mind. He can’t help but feel like he’s trapped in some sort of game, and knows not who’ll come out the victor. Moo-Seok is brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening next to him, as he was leaning against the wall beside it. Lee Yoon peeks his head out, a large smile painting his features as his eyes land on the swordsman.
“Good morning, Moo-Seok. Ready to be bored out of your mind?....”
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The rest of the first day goes off without a hitch, for the most part. There’s a few times where Lee Yoon gives Moo-Seok a look that he can’t quite interpret, but other than that, he basically just tailed the prince anywhere he went. Council meetings, speaking with some of the commoners, reporting to his grandfather, even wandering aimlessly. However, Moo-Seok was convinced that the prince went to certain places just to mess with his mind; places where they’d be completely alone and he could do things to watch the swordsman sweat. Now, at the end of first week, Moo-Seok is beginning to absolutely hate this little game, but he ignores it as best he can, knowing if he shows any outward emotion that it’ll only spur Lee Yoon on.
The prince, on the other hand, is feeling rather smug, as he’s managed to get under his swordsman’s skin on quite a number of occasions now. For someone who is supposedly that stoic to be affected that much, serves as nothing but a pat on the back for an already fairly ego-centric man. The combination may just prove deadly. The only thing that bothers the prince is that things aren’t progressing quite as quickly as he’d hoped. He’d anticipated having Moo-Seok at least show interest by now….instead, though he reacts the way the Prince wants him to, the swordsman still has not reciprocated, let alone come to offer himself. This simply will not do at all. And so, Lee Yoon decides it’s about time to step things up a notch.
They’re in the village library, as a local author is doing readings from one of his books. Being the book aficionado that he so obviously is, Lee Yoon unsurprisingly wanted to attend. He was warmly welcomed, as expected, and given a place of honor at a table in the back, Moo-Seok sitting just at his right, the rest of the prince’s entourage milling about the outside, should any rabble-rousers show up and try to cause trouble. The author is going on and on about his novel, something that seems a bit too educational for the prince’s taste, but it’s of no matter. Lee Yoon has other things on his mind at the moment. If ever there was an opportunity to make a move on his swordsman…it’s right now.
Thanking all the heaven’s above that the table is high enough to hide his actions, (and the fact that no one is paying them any mind, regardless) Lee Yoon slyly puts his hand on Moo-Seok’s thigh, giving it a not-so-subtle squeeze. The prince sees his swordsman flinch a bit out of his peripheral, and that’s enough of a reaction for him. Lee Yoon stays focused on the man who’s reading, acting as if he’s doing nothing out of the ordinary at all as he slowly slips his hand a bit higher, loving the feel of the hanbok material, smooth and silky against his palm. Moreover, he almost moans aloud at the sinewy muscle he can feel just beneath it. This man clearly has some thick, powerful thighs, and that alone gives Lee Yoon so many ideas he almost wishes he had his sketchbook handy. He could write an entire novella about just this one glorious part of his swordsman. He has a feeling he could write 50 about each of the other parts of him.
Moo-Seok thinks he’s about to die. Or combust. Perhaps both. He has absolutely no idea what the Prince is trying to pull right now, but of course, being a royal guard on duty, he can’t react. He can’t. If that stoic façade slips for even an instant, he’s failed his job, and he refuses to let that stand. Not for anyone, not even Lee Yoon. So he takes a deep breath, focusing on the man reading the ridiculously boring story, summoning every ounce of willpower he possesses, which is quite a lot, actually, to remain calm and in control of himself. Lee Yoon persists, squeezing and rubbing up his inner thigh. Moo-Seok’s body is reacting, that he can’t help. But so far, his expressions are in check. Until, of course, there’s a hand pressing directly against his cock.
Moo-Seok’s eyes fly wide open, and he shoots a dangerous look towards Lee Yoon for a split second before he immediately realizes his error and looks back to the author, trying his best to not acknowledge what’s happening. He’s infuriated; he knows the Prince is lascivious, but this is simply unethical and intrusive. It nearly makes him sick to his stomach. This is wrong. Horribly wrong. This is taking advantage of his position as a lesser official. This is unbelievable, and disgusting, and horrifying, and Moo-Seok simply won’t stand for it. There’s only one, very large problem.
Oh God it feels good.
Lee Yoon could almost laugh out loud, but he doesn’t dare draw such attention to himself. He can feel Moo-Seok hardening beneath his palm, and he know the swordsman may be able to deny his mind, but he sure as hell can’t deny his body and what it needs. He continues to palm Moo-Seok, watching his face contort ever so slightly out of the corner of his eye. Lee Yoon has to give it to the man, he’s pretty good. Despite what he knows Moo-Seok is experiencing, the swordsman still manages to look fairly composed, enough so that an outsider might merely think his stomach was out of sorts or something. Lee Yoon thinks he might just have to do something about that.
Retaining his attention on the story, Lee Yoon carefully slips a hand underneath the top flap of Moo-Seok’s hanbok, putting it right back where it was, leaving only the baji separating his hand from touching the swordman’s arousal directly. If hanbok weren’t so damn complicated, he’d remove that layer as well, but this is the best it’ll get for the time being, and if Moo-Seok’s expression is any indication, it’s enough. The swordsman nearly chokes on his own spit as the prince begins to pick up speed, quite literally stroking him through the cotton-like material. His nimble fingers trap his arousal between them, pressing and squeezing in all the right spots, and Moo-Seok’s eyelids flutter. God damn the prince. God damn him.
It takes all the willpower Lee Yoon possesses not to bend the swordsman over the table and have his way with him in front of God and everyone. The look on his face is positively delicious, and Lee Yoon wants to take that luscious bottom lip between his teeth and chew on it, the one that Moo-Seok is currently chewing on himself. The prince presses down with his palm, and Moo-Seok chokes on a groan, maintaining face becoming a major task at this point. Lee Yoon takes a cursory glance around, making sure that this little game remains unnoticed by everyone else, and conveniently, as before, not a soul is paying them any mind.
A few more minutes pass, and Moo-Seok thinks he must be in hell. Or heaven, he can’t really decide which. He’s so angry with himself…allowing Lee Yoon to just do this to him, without so much of a protest on his part, but how can he stop him? He doesn’t want to stop him. As pleasure simmers away in his gut, he finds himself subtly bucking his hips upward into the prince’s hand, no longer caring about anything but the end of this exquisite torture. Lee Yoon has mercy, going even faster, squeezing the tip and running his thumb across it. His swordsman is big, making it all the more easier for him maneuver, despite the annoying fabric in the way.
Moo-Seok is teetering on the edge, and he grabs Lee Yoon’s wrist, making him push down even harder, still making tentative little bucks upward, eyes darting around everywhere to make sure not a single soul can see the horrific act he’s currently committing. With the Prince of Joseon, no less. Furtively, making sure the coast is clear himself, Lee Yoon leans over, taking the shell of the swordsman’s ear between his teeth for just a moment, enough to send a shiver down Moo-Seok’s spine. It’s all the more he needs, and suddenly, much to his absolute shock, Moo-Seok is coming, right in his pants.
He pants softly, doing his best to put a stoic expression back on, not looking in the prince’s direction. Lee Yoon smiles smugly, feeling as if he’s won another small victory. Just as the author begins to finish up his reading, the prince slips his hand away, letting Moo-Seok replace the flap, as if nothing happened. Lee Yoon leans over to whisper in Moo-Seok’s ear, admiring the pink flush on the swordsman’s face, loving the fact that he’s the cause of it.
“This is only the beginning, Moo-Seok. If you want more, all you need do is ask…..”
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Moo-Seok practically storms into his quarters less than an hour later, thankful that the Prince relieved him of his duties long enough to get some sleep and relax. Kyung-tak is taking over for the time being, for which the swordsman is eternally grateful, but he can’t focus on that right now. All he can focus on is the anger inside him….and something else. A need, one he doesn’t think he’s ever felt before. Lee Yoon is getting to him, the bastard, and Moo-Seok is running low on defenses.
He falls onto his bed mat, exhausted and strung out. He’s never felt this way before, the way Lee Yoon made him feel earlier. Moo-Seok decided long ago, when he swore his oath, that he wouldn’t take a lover; in his line of work, they’re a distraction, as well as a liability. No one has ever touched him the way the prince had, and what scares him more than anything is the fact that he enjoyed it. Moo-Seok knows that this man could show him many things; open a Pandora’s Box of pleasures he never even knew existed. It’s the biggest temptation he’s ever had to face, and he truly can’t decide what course of action to take.
Thankfully, Lee Yoon is giving him the choice. Not forcing, not taking. Simply offering. It’s a nice, juicy apple the swordsman would love to take a bite out of, but knows not what the consequences of succumbing to the viper’s invitations will be. Moo-Seok closes his eyes, trying his best to fall asleep and forget about the Prince with the skilled hands and the voice like venom dipped in honey.
“For most of my life, my duty has been everything. What happens when I forsake duty for selfish desires?....”
Fandom(s): TVXQ
Characters: Yunho,Changmin, Jaejoong just for fun.
Pairing(s): YooSeok (Moo Seok/Lee Yoon, embrace the new ship hehe)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The playboy prince gets a new personal guard, and finds him interesting in multiple ways...
Genre: Smut, Historical, porn with hanbok, basically.
Warnings: sneaky handjobs
Word count: ~4800
Joseon Province, 1400 AD.
It’s a beautiful day, one that poets would spin verses about. The way the sun touches the tops of the structures in the village, the clear blue of the sky, the lush green of the grass looking so inviting, so soft; just perfect for lounging and relaxing. Prince Lee Yoon looks out from the balcony of his palace, surveying the surroundings, taking in the sun and just enjoying the day. He’s just finished a particularly well-done novel, if he does say so himself, and he’s feeling rather proud of his abilities. Not to mention, his princely duties are not too demanding today, so he plans to spend the majority of his time doing what he does best; absolutely nothing.
Lee Yoon is a bit of a playboy, notoriously so. Women come from far and wide, either to let him draw them for one of his erotic novels, or to seduce him into bedding them, which admittedly, usually doesn’t take much convincing. He never thought he’d see the day, but if he’s being perfectly honest with himself, the whole gig is getting rather boring. You can only play with your toys for so long before you want to throw them away and try something else. These thoughts have been plaguing him for a long time now, but, he’s not had many opportunities to act on them, mostly just draw and fantasize. He doesn’t know it yet, but the events to come will set him on a path he never expected, and give him what he didn’t even know he was looking for.
The only official duty on his plate today is meeting his new personal bodyguard. If you ask Lee Yoon, the whole thing sounds boring as hell. He’s heard tell of the man’s skill with a sword; supposedly he’s the best in the land. However, he’s also been told to be completely boring and rather stiff, two things that Lee Yoon does not deal too well with. But on the other hand, it could be completely entertaining to try to loosen the man up. Releasing his hold on the balcony railing, Lee Yoon turns to head back into the palace and await his new charge. He heaves a heavy sigh, sitting on his bed mat and finishing what’s left of the breakfast his servants had brought him.
After several minutes, he hears the door to his chambers slip open. “What is it?” He calls out, and his head counselor, Kyung-Tak, appears from behind the curtain that separates his sleeping area from the entryway. Kyung-Tak bows deeply, meeting the prince’s eyes. “Jeon-ha, your swordsman has arrived. Shall I send him in?” Lee Yoon gives a small nod in return, and as much of a smile as he can muster. “Sure. Might as well get it over with.” Kyung-Tak chuckles, nodding again. “Try not to scare this one away too quickly, my prince? You doneed protection, you know.” Lee Yoon smirks at that, shaking his head. “I make no promises, my friend. I’ll at least be nice for the first five minutes, does that suit you?”
Kyung-Tak rolls his eyes, all formalities forgotten. Though Lee Yoon is the prince, behind closed doors, their relationship is very casual. Considering they’ve been close friends since childhood, even studied together, Lee Yoon doesn’t enforce too many of the typical pleasantries upon the man, save of course when absolutely necessary. “I suppose that’ll do. He’s good, though. Seriously. Let him do his job.” Lee Yoon tsks, “Alright, alright, you insufferable nag. Cease with the complaining and send him in.” Kyung-Tak smiles, nodding. “Very well then, Jeon-ah.” He exits the room swiftly, curtains billowing in his wake.
A few moments later, the curtain moves again, and a man stands before Lee Yoon, expression stoic and serious. He bows deeply, then rises up to meet the prince’s eyes. “Greetings, Jeon-ah. I am Kang Moo-Seok. I’m to be your personal bodyguard.”
Lee Yoon’s heart leaps into his chest.
If this is not the most handsome man he’s ever seen, Lee Yoon is uncertain as to what would qualify. Absolutely stunning from head to toe, nearly matching himself in height, with an aura that screams confidence and strength. The man seems utterly untouchable, but oh, does Lee Yoon want to touch. He wants to trace his finger along that full lower lip, rake his fingernails down the expanse of that broad chest, explore the lines and ridges of muscle that are no doubt hidden beneath Moo-Seok’s hanbok. Lee Yoon is a man of many tastes; he’s never been one to limit himself. And as far as taste goes, he thinks he’d very much like to take a bite out of this gorgeous creature in front of him.
Forcing himself to speak and to stop staring, Lee Yoon smiles, probably a bit more widely than he should. “Ah, Moo-Seok. Pleasure to meet you. I take it you can protect me well? There are many who’d love nothing more than to see me dead…” he tilts his head, smirking up at his new conquest. “Do you think yourself man enough for the task?” Moo-Seok, as stoic as ever, only nods, seemingly convinced in his own abilities. “I will protect you with my very life, Jeon-ah. I live my life by my sword, I can ensure you, no one will lay a hand on you, my prince.”
Lee Yoon chuckles a bit at that, rather thinking that’s a shame, as he’d simply love for Moo-Seok to lay a hand or two on him. Keeping that thought to himself, for now, he nods, unable to hide the smirk spreading across his face. “Very well then. You seem confident enough in your abilities. They’ll be put to the test soon enough, I’m sure.” Lee Yoon means that in every possible way, both perverse and literal. Moo-Seok nods, expression never wavering. “I will be ready, my prince.” Heaving a small sigh, Lee Yoon offer a bit of a sigh, looking up at his swordsman. “Good. You may leave for now, Kyung-Tak is outside and will show you around. You’ll be stationed right outside this room tonight. Clear?”
Moo-Seok bows again, all formality. Lee Yoon absently wonders what it would take to get rid of this man’s so carefully placed façade, and hopes to find out sooner rather than later. “Perfectly, Jeon-ah. I will return soon.” Moo-Seok turns on his heel, heading out of the room with the curtain swishing to allow him passage.
“I look forward to it, Moo-Seok….”
Lee Yoon smiles, laying back to relax for a few moments, thoughts drifting, focused on a handsome swordsman that he hopes to have under his thumb very soon……
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Moo-Seok is not particularly happy with his new assignment, though he knows by all rights he should be. An opportunity to serve the prince directly is one of the utmost honor, but….this prince is one whose reputation precedes him. There’s the whole playboy image, of course, but there are other rumors swirling that put even that to shame. Not to mention, being in the man’s actual presence sets Moo-Seok completely off-guard, which is a feeling he’s unaccustomed to and dislikes quite highly. Something about the way the prince looks at him…..he can’t really put his finger on it, but it makes him feel rather vulnerable. And Kang Moo-Seok neverfeels vulnerable. He’s a warrior…..such things are not allowed in his realm of existence.
Despite all of that, he listens well to Kyung-tak’s advice, memorizing his surroundings as best he can. He never knows when someone will make an attempt on the prince’s life, and so he needs to be well aware of his surroundings, at all times. Moo-Seok doesn’t speak much, but he nods in all the right places, showing Kyung-tak that he’s paying attention. He doesn’t mind this man, actually…he’s a bit of a flake, but he seems very knowledgeable, and that will be of some use. And best of all, Kyung-tak doesn’t make him feel uncomfortable. More points in his favor. The two finish their rounds, and last of all, Moo-Seok is shown to his sleeping quarters. Though he has a feeling he won’t make much use of it, as he will undoubtedly be doing several night watches. Moo-Seok doesn’t mind either way; sleep is not a thing he requires much of, and his duty is his life. He will gladly do anything Prince Lee Yoon asks of him.
Moo-Seok deems his quarters nice enough, deciding they’ll suit his purposes just fine. He puts away what few belongings he has, and is then taken back to the prince’s quarters, to hold guard for the night, he assumes. Kyung-tak explains the schedule to him, and how the guards rotate. It seems his job will mostly entail accompanying the prince to his daily activities, and sticking by his side. Kyung-tak speaks to a guard outside the prince’s door, and Moo-Seok overhears the man informing him that the Prince has gone for a walk, taking one of the other guards with him. Kyung-tak nods, leading Moo-Seok inside and advising him to sit and wait for Lee Yoon’s return.
As Moo-Seok is finally left alone, he can’t help but to sate his curiosity a bit and take a look around. He’s never served a prince before, and secretly finds the luxury and grandeur of it all to be rather fascinating. He walks over to a large vanity, noticing a large book sitting atop it, one with a cover that is rather questionable. He tells himself he mustn’t look; he’s a man of honor, not prone to pry into other people’s lives. But Lee Yoon is a man of many mysteries, and he simply can’t stop himself. He opens the book, not caring what section he lands on, and the words on the page make his mouth fall open in shock.
It’s an erotic novel; that much is clear immediately. But what really sends an unwarranted shiver up Moo-Seok’s spine is the fact that it’s also illustrated at points…..quite graphically. Whoever wrote this is not only a talented writer, but a talented artist as well. But Moo-Seok is having a bit of difficulty acknowledging the skill, as he’s far too occupied with the content. To term it raunchy would be an understatement. He’s never seen anything like it, and he feels his face flush with heat at the words on the page. For some reason, he can’t seem to find the ability to stop reading, and that might be what bothers him most of all. A voice just behind him startles him out of his reverie, nearly dropping the book in a mixture of shock and the shame of being caught. “Are you enjoying it so far, swordsman?”
Moo-Seok turns with a start, almost falling directly into the prince’s arms. Lee Yoon looks entirely too amused, and all thoughts of getting in trouble vanish from the swordsman’s mind when he sees that expression. The prince corners him, eyeing him like he’s a piece of meat, and Moo-Seok unravels. “My..Prince. I’m sorry. Curiosity got the better of me, it won’t happen again.” Lee Yoon backs away just a bit, chuckling. “I should rather hope you keep that curiosity, Moo-Seok. Besides, you haven’t gotten to the best part yet…” Lee Yoon leans over, taking the book from the swordsman’s hands and searching for a page. “Ah,” he murmurs upon finding it, handing it over to Moo-Seok to see for himself. “I think I did rather well on this one…”
Before the swordsman can even register what’s on the page in front of him, those words hit him and realizes the shocking truth that the Prince himself is the author. As if he weren’t already in shock, he gazes down, and nearly drops the book again. This picture, though just as detailed as the others, contains a rendering of two individuals caught in the throes of passion. That in and of itself isn’t unusual, considering what Moo-Seok has already seen. What makes him forget to breathe, however, is the fact that unlike the previous, this is not a man and a woman making love. This is two men.
Moo-Seok feels heat snake its way up his body, and something simmering in his gut that he’d rather not acknowledge. He finally manages to look up at the prince, who is currently leering at him in a way that makes him 100 shades of uncomfortable. “J..Jeon-ah…” he manages, and Lee Yoon just chuckles, not moving away even an inch. “Ah, what do you think? Do you approve of my talents? I have plenty more, you know, and I’d be happy to prove it…”
Moo-Seok makes an undignified choking noise, pressing himself flat against the vanity, trying to maintain some bit of distance between himself and the prince. “Of that I have no doubt, my prince. However,” he straightens himself, reminding himself that he is a swordsman, goddammit, not a blushing bride. “I’m afraid that won’t be necessary.” Lee Yoon makes a little pout, and coos as he reaches to grasp Moo-Seok’s chin, not harshly, but enough to keep him from turning away. “Hmm, well that’s a shame. I think I may be able to get you to change your mind, though.” He finally backs off and releases him, not wanting to scare the swordsman away just yet. He’d much rather make it so that Moo-Seok comes to him. Lee Yoon doesn’t chase anyone. He never has to.
Moo-Seok doesn’t even know what to do, and that in and of itself is infuriating. He’s flooded with several emotions, some of which he can’t even identify, others he refuses to. Lee Yoon can see the turmoil on his new acquisition’s face, and decides to back off…..for now. He’s made his stance quite clear as it is. The seed has been planted, no need to push any further. He lifts a finger to Moo-Seok’s lips before he can speak, silencing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. “It’s ok, Moo-Seok.” He smiles, licking his suddenly dry lips, inwardly laughing at the look Moo-Seok is giving him right now. Changing the subject, he tries to appear aloof. “Well, I’ll be retiring for the evening. You may take up your post. I’ll call for you if I need you.”
Lee Yoon backs away completely, gesturing towards the door so that the swordsman can take his leave. Moo-Seok blinks at him a few times, shaking his head before he gathers himself, straightening up and heading for the door in a huff. The minute he’s out and the door shut behind him, Lee Yoon collapses into giggles, covering his mouth, as he knows the swordsman may still be able to hear through the other side. The prince wanders over to his bed mat, falling back onto it with a huge grin. He managed to get the man flustered….and it was easier than expected. That, from what he’s heard of Moo-Seok’s reputation, is an accomplishment. He’s done this enough times to know that he’ll have the swordsman under his thumb, and under him, in no time at all. This is just step one.
Lee Yoon relaxes, knowing he needs to get plenty of rest before tomorrow’s unending schedule. He’s still got a grin plastered on his face, and as he closes his eyes, images of a handsome swordsman with his eyelids fluttering in pleasure fill his mind, and he drifts off just like that, pleased with himself and anticipating what’s to come….
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The night watch was far more stressful than it should have been. Nothing eventful happened, fortunately, but Moo-Seok had his mind completely elsewhere. He’s always been a man nearly obsessed with his duties, and determined to do them well. The fact that the Prince had gotten under his skin like this….and so quickly….just pisses him off to no end. He tried his best to concentrate, but it was difficult, as he couldn’t seem to shake the image that Lee Yoon had showed him last night, the words scrawled across the pages now etched onto his brain. Moo-Seok has never been so unraveled. This is all fairly new to him, and he can’t decide whether he’s more affronted, or more enticed.
It’s morning now, and Moo-Seok knows that the Prince is due to wake up any moment. He actually finds himself dreading it….though he hasn’t had much romantic experience, (and most definitely not with a man) it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Lee Yoon is interested in him. And the unfortunate thing is, he is just a warrior and a guard. This gives him a bit of rank above the laymen and some others, but ultimately, he’s a peasant compared to royalty, and if Lee Yoon were to ever demand something, he’d be in no position to deny him. Moo-Seok’s family is honorable, but not one of influence, so there are no cards in his favor. If Lee Yoon wanted to turn him into some form of concubine instead of his personal guard…the bastard could do it, and there would be nothing Moo-Seok could do about it.
What’s truly scary is, Moo-Seok can’t decide whether he’d hate the idea. Lee Yoon is not an ugly man, by any means. And something about his presence peaks his interest. Moo-Seok is questioning everything right now, and it’s truly starting to take over his mind. He can’t help but feel like he’s trapped in some sort of game, and knows not who’ll come out the victor. Moo-Seok is brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening next to him, as he was leaning against the wall beside it. Lee Yoon peeks his head out, a large smile painting his features as his eyes land on the swordsman.
“Good morning, Moo-Seok. Ready to be bored out of your mind?....”
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The rest of the first day goes off without a hitch, for the most part. There’s a few times where Lee Yoon gives Moo-Seok a look that he can’t quite interpret, but other than that, he basically just tailed the prince anywhere he went. Council meetings, speaking with some of the commoners, reporting to his grandfather, even wandering aimlessly. However, Moo-Seok was convinced that the prince went to certain places just to mess with his mind; places where they’d be completely alone and he could do things to watch the swordsman sweat. Now, at the end of first week, Moo-Seok is beginning to absolutely hate this little game, but he ignores it as best he can, knowing if he shows any outward emotion that it’ll only spur Lee Yoon on.
The prince, on the other hand, is feeling rather smug, as he’s managed to get under his swordsman’s skin on quite a number of occasions now. For someone who is supposedly that stoic to be affected that much, serves as nothing but a pat on the back for an already fairly ego-centric man. The combination may just prove deadly. The only thing that bothers the prince is that things aren’t progressing quite as quickly as he’d hoped. He’d anticipated having Moo-Seok at least show interest by now….instead, though he reacts the way the Prince wants him to, the swordsman still has not reciprocated, let alone come to offer himself. This simply will not do at all. And so, Lee Yoon decides it’s about time to step things up a notch.
They’re in the village library, as a local author is doing readings from one of his books. Being the book aficionado that he so obviously is, Lee Yoon unsurprisingly wanted to attend. He was warmly welcomed, as expected, and given a place of honor at a table in the back, Moo-Seok sitting just at his right, the rest of the prince’s entourage milling about the outside, should any rabble-rousers show up and try to cause trouble. The author is going on and on about his novel, something that seems a bit too educational for the prince’s taste, but it’s of no matter. Lee Yoon has other things on his mind at the moment. If ever there was an opportunity to make a move on his swordsman…it’s right now.
Thanking all the heaven’s above that the table is high enough to hide his actions, (and the fact that no one is paying them any mind, regardless) Lee Yoon slyly puts his hand on Moo-Seok’s thigh, giving it a not-so-subtle squeeze. The prince sees his swordsman flinch a bit out of his peripheral, and that’s enough of a reaction for him. Lee Yoon stays focused on the man who’s reading, acting as if he’s doing nothing out of the ordinary at all as he slowly slips his hand a bit higher, loving the feel of the hanbok material, smooth and silky against his palm. Moreover, he almost moans aloud at the sinewy muscle he can feel just beneath it. This man clearly has some thick, powerful thighs, and that alone gives Lee Yoon so many ideas he almost wishes he had his sketchbook handy. He could write an entire novella about just this one glorious part of his swordsman. He has a feeling he could write 50 about each of the other parts of him.
Moo-Seok thinks he’s about to die. Or combust. Perhaps both. He has absolutely no idea what the Prince is trying to pull right now, but of course, being a royal guard on duty, he can’t react. He can’t. If that stoic façade slips for even an instant, he’s failed his job, and he refuses to let that stand. Not for anyone, not even Lee Yoon. So he takes a deep breath, focusing on the man reading the ridiculously boring story, summoning every ounce of willpower he possesses, which is quite a lot, actually, to remain calm and in control of himself. Lee Yoon persists, squeezing and rubbing up his inner thigh. Moo-Seok’s body is reacting, that he can’t help. But so far, his expressions are in check. Until, of course, there’s a hand pressing directly against his cock.
Moo-Seok’s eyes fly wide open, and he shoots a dangerous look towards Lee Yoon for a split second before he immediately realizes his error and looks back to the author, trying his best to not acknowledge what’s happening. He’s infuriated; he knows the Prince is lascivious, but this is simply unethical and intrusive. It nearly makes him sick to his stomach. This is wrong. Horribly wrong. This is taking advantage of his position as a lesser official. This is unbelievable, and disgusting, and horrifying, and Moo-Seok simply won’t stand for it. There’s only one, very large problem.
Oh God it feels good.
Lee Yoon could almost laugh out loud, but he doesn’t dare draw such attention to himself. He can feel Moo-Seok hardening beneath his palm, and he know the swordsman may be able to deny his mind, but he sure as hell can’t deny his body and what it needs. He continues to palm Moo-Seok, watching his face contort ever so slightly out of the corner of his eye. Lee Yoon has to give it to the man, he’s pretty good. Despite what he knows Moo-Seok is experiencing, the swordsman still manages to look fairly composed, enough so that an outsider might merely think his stomach was out of sorts or something. Lee Yoon thinks he might just have to do something about that.
Retaining his attention on the story, Lee Yoon carefully slips a hand underneath the top flap of Moo-Seok’s hanbok, putting it right back where it was, leaving only the baji separating his hand from touching the swordman’s arousal directly. If hanbok weren’t so damn complicated, he’d remove that layer as well, but this is the best it’ll get for the time being, and if Moo-Seok’s expression is any indication, it’s enough. The swordsman nearly chokes on his own spit as the prince begins to pick up speed, quite literally stroking him through the cotton-like material. His nimble fingers trap his arousal between them, pressing and squeezing in all the right spots, and Moo-Seok’s eyelids flutter. God damn the prince. God damn him.
It takes all the willpower Lee Yoon possesses not to bend the swordsman over the table and have his way with him in front of God and everyone. The look on his face is positively delicious, and Lee Yoon wants to take that luscious bottom lip between his teeth and chew on it, the one that Moo-Seok is currently chewing on himself. The prince presses down with his palm, and Moo-Seok chokes on a groan, maintaining face becoming a major task at this point. Lee Yoon takes a cursory glance around, making sure that this little game remains unnoticed by everyone else, and conveniently, as before, not a soul is paying them any mind.
A few more minutes pass, and Moo-Seok thinks he must be in hell. Or heaven, he can’t really decide which. He’s so angry with himself…allowing Lee Yoon to just do this to him, without so much of a protest on his part, but how can he stop him? He doesn’t want to stop him. As pleasure simmers away in his gut, he finds himself subtly bucking his hips upward into the prince’s hand, no longer caring about anything but the end of this exquisite torture. Lee Yoon has mercy, going even faster, squeezing the tip and running his thumb across it. His swordsman is big, making it all the more easier for him maneuver, despite the annoying fabric in the way.
Moo-Seok is teetering on the edge, and he grabs Lee Yoon’s wrist, making him push down even harder, still making tentative little bucks upward, eyes darting around everywhere to make sure not a single soul can see the horrific act he’s currently committing. With the Prince of Joseon, no less. Furtively, making sure the coast is clear himself, Lee Yoon leans over, taking the shell of the swordsman’s ear between his teeth for just a moment, enough to send a shiver down Moo-Seok’s spine. It’s all the more he needs, and suddenly, much to his absolute shock, Moo-Seok is coming, right in his pants.
He pants softly, doing his best to put a stoic expression back on, not looking in the prince’s direction. Lee Yoon smiles smugly, feeling as if he’s won another small victory. Just as the author begins to finish up his reading, the prince slips his hand away, letting Moo-Seok replace the flap, as if nothing happened. Lee Yoon leans over to whisper in Moo-Seok’s ear, admiring the pink flush on the swordsman’s face, loving the fact that he’s the cause of it.
“This is only the beginning, Moo-Seok. If you want more, all you need do is ask…..”
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Moo-Seok practically storms into his quarters less than an hour later, thankful that the Prince relieved him of his duties long enough to get some sleep and relax. Kyung-tak is taking over for the time being, for which the swordsman is eternally grateful, but he can’t focus on that right now. All he can focus on is the anger inside him….and something else. A need, one he doesn’t think he’s ever felt before. Lee Yoon is getting to him, the bastard, and Moo-Seok is running low on defenses.
He falls onto his bed mat, exhausted and strung out. He’s never felt this way before, the way Lee Yoon made him feel earlier. Moo-Seok decided long ago, when he swore his oath, that he wouldn’t take a lover; in his line of work, they’re a distraction, as well as a liability. No one has ever touched him the way the prince had, and what scares him more than anything is the fact that he enjoyed it. Moo-Seok knows that this man could show him many things; open a Pandora’s Box of pleasures he never even knew existed. It’s the biggest temptation he’s ever had to face, and he truly can’t decide what course of action to take.
Thankfully, Lee Yoon is giving him the choice. Not forcing, not taking. Simply offering. It’s a nice, juicy apple the swordsman would love to take a bite out of, but knows not what the consequences of succumbing to the viper’s invitations will be. Moo-Seok closes his eyes, trying his best to fall asleep and forget about the Prince with the skilled hands and the voice like venom dipped in honey.
“For most of my life, my duty has been everything. What happens when I forsake duty for selfish desires?....”