A Swordsman's Code: Ch. 3
Title: Change in the Wind
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 Prince and swordsman get closer, but things are about to get interesting...
Genre: Smut, Historical, porn with hanbok, basically.
Warnings: shmexy times
Word count: ~4500
Moo Seok's eyelids slowly flutter open, a small ray of sunlight hitting him directly in the face. He shifts, putting a hand over his face to block out the light, turning over on his side. It's then that he realizes precisely where he is, as the Prince comes into his vision, lying right next to him, facing the opposite direction. Moo Seok has a moment of panic...wondering what he should do. Is he supposed to leave now? Has he overstayed his welcome? Panic soon morphs into guilt, a much stronger, far more unpleasant emotion.
What precisely does this all mean? Yes, he enjoyed himself last night. Immensely so, he'd be a fool not to admit that to himself. The Prince made him feel amazing...better than he'd thought was possible. But is that all he's become? Once a proud and noble swordsman, now a concubine, to be used whenever Lee Yoon sees fit? Moo Seok doesn't know. And he can't fathom himself being in that type of position. It's not right, and more importantly, it's not fair. Before he can dwell on everything too much futher, the Prince stirs, flipping over and slowly opening his eyes, blinking groggily.
Moo Seok has never really described anything as cute, but if he were to do so, it would most definitely apply to a sleepy, just waking up Lee Yoon. The Prince smiles as his swordsman's face comes into view, glad to see he's awake as well. Moo Seok soon realizes that they're both still naked, and a sudden bout of embarassment hits. He really has no idea what to do or say right now, which is a feeling that he very much does not enjoy. Lee Yoon seems to note his anxious state, chuckling in fond amusement. "Good morning, Moo Seok. I trust you slept well?"
Moo Seok nods, not trusting his voice at the moment. The Prince keeps smiling, because why not? He feels like a million bucks right now. He'd finally succeeded in his conquest, and the swordsman is still in his bed, very much naked and looking rather edible, as usual. What's not to be happy about? Lee Yoon reaches forward, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Moo Seok's face gently. "Come here." It's not a command, rather a seductive suggestion, and Moo Seok finds himself scooting closer, despite his brain screaming at him that it's a horrible idea. Lee Yoon pulls him flush to his own body, face burying in the swordsman's shoulder and inhaling the warm scent. "Gods, you smell like heaven..."
It's too much for him to bear, Lee Yoon thinks, being this close to Moo Seok. He woke up already aroused, and this is only fueling his hunger. He has to have him again, it's not a question, it's basic need. Everything about this man completely amazes and entices the Prince, and he feels he may just have found the one lover he'll never get enough of. If that proves to be the case, he's not letting Moo Seok go, ever. His erection swells from the scent alone, and a soft moan escapes Lee Yoon's lips before he can stop it. He leans in, capturing the swordman's lips, humming low in the back of his throat at the taste. He wants the taste branded on his lips, he wants to never forget how intoxicatingly sweet it is. Moo Seok bristles a little, but allows the advance, eyes fluttering closed as he lets his lips part to accomodate his Prince.
The kiss lasts what seems an eternity, and Lee Yoon groans, finally parting their mouths with a wet smack. "Oh, what you do to me, my swordsman..." He breathes, panting softly. His erection is hot and hard against Moo Seok's thigh, so it's not like the man is unaware of what the Prince wants. Moo Seok sighs, averting the Prince's gaze with a small nod. It's his way of giving permission...it's not like he can say no, anyway. Another wave of guilt hits him, and he simply can't look Lee Yoon in the eye. The Prince notices of course, brow furrowing in concern. He reaches up to caress the side of Moo Seok's face, turning it to face him. "Look at me, Moo Seok." He implores, and the swordsman does, eyes trailing upward until they meet his Prince's. "You're troubled. Talk to me."
Moo Seok sighs...this isn't something he could possibly tell Lee Yoon. It's not his place to complain or express displeasure. He'll more than likely be nothing but a common concubine now, his feelings no longer matter. The silence troubles the Prince. "Aigoo....you either tell me what's on your mind or I'll torture it out of you.." He smirks, and Moo Seok instantly knows what the Prince means by "torture." "Jeon-ah..." he starts, "Please forgive my words. May I indeed speak freely?" The prince nods. "Of course you may." Moo Seok draws in a breath, saying to hell with it. Hopefully the Prince doesn't have him thrown to the dogs for this. "I...I'm a swordsman, Jeon-ah." He looks the Prince right in the eye, as brave as he can manage. "Not a tool for pleasure. I'm sorry but...I can't do that. I won't. I'd rather die."
Lee Yoon blinks, confused. Then, comprehension dawns. "You...you think I mean to have you as my whore?" Moo Seok bites his lip, managing a small nod. To his amazement, the Prince chuckles, smiling at him. "Aigoo, my Moo Seok..." He cups the swordsman's face with both hands now, and the word 'my' sends a shiver rolling all the way down Moo Seok's spine. "That was never my intent. I admit....I did use some underhanded tactics to get you into my bed. But I was good to you, wasn't I?" Moo Seok bites his lip, nodding again. The Prince was more than good to him...he was wonderful. "Neh, Jeon-ah." "And I can tell you enjoyed yourself, you can't lie to me in that regard." Lee Yoon smirks. "I don't take whores, Moo Seok. I've no need to. I was rather hoping instead to take you as my lover."
Moo Seok's eyes widen, shocked. "You...you mean as your equal?" Lee Yoon trails a hand up to stroke through Moo Seok's long, silky hair, still tousled from last night's events. He chuckles. "To an extent, yes. I'm obviously still your Prince. You're still my primary guard, and when you're performing your duties, you would treat me as you always have. But when we're here, in the shelter of these four walls...yes." He grins. "If there are times you don't want me to take you, I won't. If you want to try something, tell me. We can even exchange places, if you want." Moo Seok's jaw drops slightly at that, not expecting it. The very idea heats his blood. "I'd never force anything on you. I want you to come to me willingly, openly, without fear. And in exchange, I'll give you all the pleasure and affection you desire. Does that sound so bad?"
Moo Seok has to admit, the Prince makes a convincing argument. "You don't have to decide right now." Lee Yoon continues. "You can always tell me no, Moo Seok. I'm no tyrant." The swordsman licks his lips, a bit stunned. Lee Yoon may not quite be the man he'd thought he was. Feeling like a fool, he makes a request with as much of his dignity as he can still muster, considering his current position; naked, in the Prince's arms. "Can we do more?" Lee Yoon chuckles, delighted. "Right now? You want more now?" The swordsman nods curtly. Lee Yoon hums low in his throat, giving Moo Seok a soft, yet simmering kiss.
"Your wish is my command."
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This is heaven, it absolutely has to be. Or if it isn't, it's the closest that Lee Yoon will ever get to it on this earth. He took his time with Moo Seok once again, slowly preparing him, turning him into a pliant mess under his touch. The Prince gasps as he slides inside, the fit just as snug as it was last night, practically sucking him in. They're both on their sides, the swordsman's back to his chest. Lee Yoon has the swordsman's leg held up and open, allowing him access as he slowly works himself in and out. The angle is deeper this way, and Moo Seok feels at a loss, unsure of what to hold on to in order to anchor himself. And so, he buries his face in the pillow, arms crossed over his chest tightly, trying to hold himself together. The Prince plants heated kisses into the dip of his neck, lifting the swordsman's leg a bit higher and more back towards himself, and Moo Seok cries out, feeling the stretch across his hole.
"That's better. Don't hide your sounds from me, swordsman. I want to hear them all.." He reaches for Moo Seok's arm, the one closest to him and pries it free, looping it around the back of his own neck. Moo Seok's fingers dig into the base of his nape, glad to finally have at least something to hold on to, but he flushes nonetheless, sounds escaping from his lips that still sound so foreign to him, so lewd. Lee Yoon is clearly far too skilled at this, it's simply not fair, and all Moo Seok can do is moan and writhe. The Prince's fingers dig into his thighs, and the swordsman knows there will be marks left in their wake...a fact that excites him rather than disgusts him. What is he becoming? He can't even dwell on that right now, all his mind and body knows is pleasure, thanks to Lee Yoon's expert strokes. One deep thrust has him choking on a gasp, head thrown back against the Prince's shoulder as he shudders from head to toe.
The Prince knows he's hit home, and continues to manipulate that spot, wanting to send his gorgeous swordsman over that precipice. Moo Seok knows he's in trouble when the Prince begins to speak, honeyed words spewing from those kissable lips, and unlike when he's fighting, the swordsman has no defense. This is not something he can parry or dodge, it just washes over him in a rush, and he's no choice but to accept it. "There is no one like you, Moo Seok, you are flawless.." Lee Yoon breathes in his ear, shoving in deep with slow pushes of his hips. "My gorgeous one, I'll never tire of you, say you'll be mine..." The swordsman can't speak, he can only groan as his end comes upon him. Warm release splashes across his chest, and he trembles in the Prince's arms, boneless. "That's it, yes..." The Prince coos, and it's all too sweet for Moo Seok to handle. "Be mine and you'll know nothing but bliss. I'll take you until you can't stand it anymore, and you'll beg for the pleasure to stop. I'll drown you in it, Moo Seok.."
Before he can manage a response, the swordsman is turned onto his stomach, Lee Yoon shafting into him hard and fast, seeking his own end. Moo Seok grips at the sheets, still so sensitive from his climax that he feels he may burst. The Prince says nothing more, for the time being, for which the swordsman is grateful. Such words will be his undoing, and he doesn't want to say something he may regret in the heat of the moment. The Prince's movements become stuttered, and he curses, spilling his load deep inside his swordsman, groaning and slack-jawed. "Oh Gods yes..." He pants, leaning on Moo Seok's back for a few moments until he catches his breath, leaning back and pulling out slowly so as not to hurt the other man. He lies down on his side, leaving space for Moo Seok to lie next to him, which he does, still panting himself. "We should probably see about a bath, hmm?" Lee Yoon chuckles, and the swordsman nods, managing a small smile.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Lee Yoon looks into his swordsman's eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he thinks he's found something worth hanging on to. "Moo Seok.." He begins, and the man looks at him curiously. "Say yes, I beg you. Say you'll be mine. I'll be good to you, you know I will. There so much more I want to show you."
The swordsman sighs heavily, feeling weary all of a sudden. The Prince has already surprised him; Lee Yoon is not the man he thought he was. There is yet some honor in him, as well as a good heart. He may be a bit rough around the edges as well as often lascivious, but all in all, Lee Yoon is a good man. And for reasons he can't explain...Moo Seok trusts him. He meets the Prince's gaze with as much courage as he can muster, and he nods again.
"Very well, Jeon-ah. I'll be yours."
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The next few weeks go by in a blur for the swordsman. As far as his actual work goes, nothing too exciting has happened. No attempts on the Prince's life to fend off, no rabble rousers trying to start riots, and the drought situation has taken a turn for the better. It's rather boring, actually, and Moo Seok spends a great deal of his time still training, wanting to keep his skills at their peak in case something does happen. Though his days have been duty-filled and uneventful, his nights, on the other hand, have been the complete opposite.
Moo Seok has spent every night in Lee Yoon's chambers, of his own free will. He can deny it to himself all he wants, pretend that he was trapped in some way or coerced, but it's simply not been the case. The Prince has been...wonderful to him, really. And he is continually surprised by the man's actions. When Moo Seok expects him to force his will on him when he's simply too tired, Lee Yoon does not. When Moo Seok expects the Prince to tire of him and summon another, more worthy lover, he seems perfectly content with the swordsman alone. Moo Seok keeps waiting for something bad to happen, for Lee Yoon to show his true colors, and yet, it seems the man already is showing them in the form of the kind, occasionally child-like but always patient, man that he spends his nights wrapped up in. The Prince has even let Moo Seok take control a few times, and it's been more rewarding than the swordsman could have imagined. Lee Yoon is truly a thing of wonder.
That's not to say the Prince can't be tricky, oh, he's a wily one. Moo Seok remembers distinctly an incident where he was seduced into making love under the stars, completely out in the open where anyone could have stumbled upon them. But ultimately, had Moo Seok said no and meant it, he knows the Prince would have obliged him. That's the way he is. Lee Yoon will strongly suggest and use all of his sensual tricks to get the swordsman where he wants him, but in the end, Moo Seok has the power to decline. But he never does. Despite his inner denial, Moo Seok knows the truth. Lee Yoon tempts his innermost desires out of him, the things he wants to do but has never dreamed of trying, and sets them free. And the results are always explosive.
As time continues forward in months and August flows into September, the leaves begin to change, and all of Joseon looks beautiful. It's on such a day in the first week where something happens that will change the course of both Moo Seok and Lee Yoon's lives forever.
The King, whose health has been on the decline for some time now, finally passes away. Though it was not entirely unexpected, the sudden push for Lee Yoon to take over has the Prince in a permanent state of anxiety. Having spent the greater part of his formative years simply enjoying himself and not dwelling too much on matters of politics, he's not entirely certain this is a level of responsibility that he's ready for. The council holds an emergency meeting, which Moo Seok is privy to as the Prince's primary guard. He stands in the back, watching Lee Yoon with interest as the matters at hand are discussed. In the end, when put to a majority vote, Lee Yoon is to be crowned King the following morning, at an official coronation ceremony. When the meeting concludes, the swordsman can't help but notice that the Prince doesn't appear particularly happy about the decision, especially when coupled with it comes the stipulation that he must marry as soon as possible.
When they arrive back at the Prince's quarters that evening, Lee Yoon all but collapses on his bed mat, rubbing at his head in frustration. He beckons for the swordsman to come to him, which Moo Seok does, albeit hesitantly. Moo Seok comes to the Prince's bedside, removing his gat and setting it aside, reaching to rid the Prince of his as well before it gets dented in. Lee Yoon gestures for the swordsman to lie next to him, and when Moo Seok does, he's immediately pulled into the Prince's arms. He nuzzles against the swordsman's neck, inhaling the familiar scent, and it calms him. "Are you troubled, Jeon-ah?" Moo Seok ventures, and the Prince nods, in a very child-like manner. "I don't know if I have what it takes to be a King..." He whines, sighing heavily against the swordsman's shoulder.
Moo Seok chuckles, amused. Since their time together, the swordsman has loosened his stoicism a bit, allowed himself to show a bit more of the personality he once thought he'd lost. Doing things like this would have been completely foreign to him months ago, but now they're second nature. "Nonsense, Jeon-ah. You've done nothing but surprise me since I've known you, and I mean that in the best way. I think you'll make a fine King." Lee Yoon looks up, eyes wide with surprise. "Truly? Do you mean that?" The swordsman laughs softly again, nodding. "I do. Very much so." Lee Yoon nods, swallowing a little, calming himself just that much more. "Well, if you believe in me, who am I to doubt, hm?" He smiles, leaning in slowly to capture his lover's lips, sighing happily into the sweet kiss. Once it parts, Lee Yoon smiles, looking up at his lover with a devilish expression. "Well, if that's the case, I suppose I've only one question left to ask."
Moo Seok raises a brow inquisitively. "And what might that be?"
Lee Yoon takes a deep breath, then speaks.
"Moo Seok, will you marry me?"
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The response to the Prince's question had been quite hilarious, in retrospect. Moo Seok had quite nearly fallen backward off the mat in shock, which Lee Yoon supposed was understandable. Men often seek out other men in their society for means of pleasure only...the idea of two men marrying is considered quite absurd. Not to mention the fact that Moo Seok never in his wildest dreams imagined himself marrying, least of all marrying a Prince. Once he had somewhat recovered, the swordsman had asked Lee Yoon if he was joking, hoping surely that was the case. Unfortunately, not so. The Prince was and is very, very serious about the matter.
Moo Seok had eluded giving a formal response, and Lee Yoon had let it go at that time.. Another month has passed since his impromptu proposal, and Lee Yoon has since, begrudgingly, been coronated and crowned King. Much to his surprise...the changes have been minimal. His daily duties have remained much the same, still having endless council meetings, still listening to the commoners and coming up with solutions to their problems, still attending events and in general overseeing the goings-on of the province. If anything, he seems to have garnered more respect, which, while appreciated, has gotten rather annoying at times. No one had much respect for him before, most people just whispered gossip about him, perpetuating this whole playboy persona, and he was really alright with that. The sudden change in their attitudes seems so manufactured, it's sickening, really. If only the populace knew the truth of who authors the popular erotica novels they read...Lee Yoon doubts they'd be able to keep up the facade then.
Today, Lee Yoon has decided to prove just how serious he truly is about Moo Seok, regardless of any repercussions he might face. He's never really been one for rule-following, anyway, and he sure as hell never asked to be king. The council has gathered for a meeting, as Lee Yoon had informed them that he had decided on whom he's to marry. The council members were, of course, ecstatic. The King has a feeling that they will be slightly less so once they actually hear what he has to say.
Over the time they've spent together, to be truthful...Lee Yoon fell in love. He perhaps hasn't admitted it out loud, but if he's honest with himself, that's precisely what has happened. He knows his love is unorthodox, but that word defines him as a person in many ways. He's not one to be shoved in a box, to be made to contour himself to fit in and conform. He's had many lovers...none of them have made him feel the way his swordsman has. And there's no sense further denying the truth. Poor Moo Seok himself has no idea what's about to come to pass, and Lee Yoon almost prefers it that way. He's still a trickster at heart, and the expression on his lover's face will no doubt be beyond any price.
The council meeting commences, and all the members have been seated, Moo Seok leaning against the back wall to keep an eye on things as Lee Yoon lounges leisurely on the throne just in front of him. The swordsman is nervous, for reasons he can't quite peg. He's of course been informed of the reason for the meeting. Lee Yoon told him rather casually the previous evening, and he was caught completely off guard. The King has been with no women that he's aware. Considering the amount of time the two of them have spent together...there simply would have been no time for it. The idea of Lee Yoon being with a woman makes his stomach turn. He knows he has no right to be possessive, but after the time he's spent with the King...he might, possibly, maybe love him. A bit. Not that he'd had the courage to say so.
The way Lee Yoon brushed off the matter as if it were of no importance further worries the swordsman. He thinks back to when the King proposed, and his heart nearly stops. Surely not.....
"Good morning, gentlemen!" The head councilman greets, interrupting Moo Seok's train of thought. "Please be seated. The King has a very important announcement to make." The men in the room in turn do as told, sitting on their mats and turning their attention to the King.
"Ah, indeed." Lee Yoon speaks up, smiling a little too brightly. He sits up, making to address the room at large. "So then. I know you've all been informed that I've chosen who I want to marry. I'm fairly certain that's why you're all here, anyway." A few of the men chuckle, but nod, listening with rapt attention. "My decision is not one made lightly, allow me to assure you. I've put a great deal of thought into it, and I believe that my choice is the best possible candidate to stand beside me and help to rule this great province."
The councilmen all wait with baited breath, most of them surprised to hear such things out of Lee Yoon's mouth, especially considering he didn't seem too happy about it initially. This woman must surely be incredible if she's managed to so thoroughly change the King's mind. Lee Yoon clears his throat, gesturing behind him. "Moo Seok-ah, would you please step forward."
The swordsman's face pales, having a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach that his fears might have just been realized. Nevertheless, he does what his King has called for him to do, as it's his duty, after all. The councilmen begin to murmur amongst themselves, wondering what on earth the King's personal bodyguard has to do with this matter.
"Gentlemen," The King announces, all bravura and pomp, "I'd like you to meet the person I've choosen to marry. Kang Moo Seok."
The swordsman promptly lowers his eyes in embarrassment, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. Once councilman faints from shock. Cries of outrage echo in the chamber, several of the men just shake their heads, a few stand up and leave.
Lee Yoon just leans back against the throne, chuckling at their antics. He reaches over, grasping the swordsman's hand and squeezing it. Moo Seok's eyes flutter back open, widening for a moment. His brow raises questioningly.
"I love you." The King breathes, and Moo Seok's breath hitches.
He heaves a heavy sigh, inwardly knowing they're both more than likely to be banished from the province for this foolishness. So long as he has Lee Yoon...he thinks he might just be alright.
"I love you, too."
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 Prince and swordsman get closer, but things are about to get interesting...
Genre: Smut, Historical, porn with hanbok, basically.
Warnings: shmexy times
Word count: ~4500
Moo Seok's eyelids slowly flutter open, a small ray of sunlight hitting him directly in the face. He shifts, putting a hand over his face to block out the light, turning over on his side. It's then that he realizes precisely where he is, as the Prince comes into his vision, lying right next to him, facing the opposite direction. Moo Seok has a moment of panic...wondering what he should do. Is he supposed to leave now? Has he overstayed his welcome? Panic soon morphs into guilt, a much stronger, far more unpleasant emotion.
What precisely does this all mean? Yes, he enjoyed himself last night. Immensely so, he'd be a fool not to admit that to himself. The Prince made him feel amazing...better than he'd thought was possible. But is that all he's become? Once a proud and noble swordsman, now a concubine, to be used whenever Lee Yoon sees fit? Moo Seok doesn't know. And he can't fathom himself being in that type of position. It's not right, and more importantly, it's not fair. Before he can dwell on everything too much futher, the Prince stirs, flipping over and slowly opening his eyes, blinking groggily.
Moo Seok has never really described anything as cute, but if he were to do so, it would most definitely apply to a sleepy, just waking up Lee Yoon. The Prince smiles as his swordsman's face comes into view, glad to see he's awake as well. Moo Seok soon realizes that they're both still naked, and a sudden bout of embarassment hits. He really has no idea what to do or say right now, which is a feeling that he very much does not enjoy. Lee Yoon seems to note his anxious state, chuckling in fond amusement. "Good morning, Moo Seok. I trust you slept well?"
Moo Seok nods, not trusting his voice at the moment. The Prince keeps smiling, because why not? He feels like a million bucks right now. He'd finally succeeded in his conquest, and the swordsman is still in his bed, very much naked and looking rather edible, as usual. What's not to be happy about? Lee Yoon reaches forward, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Moo Seok's face gently. "Come here." It's not a command, rather a seductive suggestion, and Moo Seok finds himself scooting closer, despite his brain screaming at him that it's a horrible idea. Lee Yoon pulls him flush to his own body, face burying in the swordsman's shoulder and inhaling the warm scent. "Gods, you smell like heaven..."
It's too much for him to bear, Lee Yoon thinks, being this close to Moo Seok. He woke up already aroused, and this is only fueling his hunger. He has to have him again, it's not a question, it's basic need. Everything about this man completely amazes and entices the Prince, and he feels he may just have found the one lover he'll never get enough of. If that proves to be the case, he's not letting Moo Seok go, ever. His erection swells from the scent alone, and a soft moan escapes Lee Yoon's lips before he can stop it. He leans in, capturing the swordman's lips, humming low in the back of his throat at the taste. He wants the taste branded on his lips, he wants to never forget how intoxicatingly sweet it is. Moo Seok bristles a little, but allows the advance, eyes fluttering closed as he lets his lips part to accomodate his Prince.
The kiss lasts what seems an eternity, and Lee Yoon groans, finally parting their mouths with a wet smack. "Oh, what you do to me, my swordsman..." He breathes, panting softly. His erection is hot and hard against Moo Seok's thigh, so it's not like the man is unaware of what the Prince wants. Moo Seok sighs, averting the Prince's gaze with a small nod. It's his way of giving permission...it's not like he can say no, anyway. Another wave of guilt hits him, and he simply can't look Lee Yoon in the eye. The Prince notices of course, brow furrowing in concern. He reaches up to caress the side of Moo Seok's face, turning it to face him. "Look at me, Moo Seok." He implores, and the swordsman does, eyes trailing upward until they meet his Prince's. "You're troubled. Talk to me."
Moo Seok sighs...this isn't something he could possibly tell Lee Yoon. It's not his place to complain or express displeasure. He'll more than likely be nothing but a common concubine now, his feelings no longer matter. The silence troubles the Prince. "Aigoo....you either tell me what's on your mind or I'll torture it out of you.." He smirks, and Moo Seok instantly knows what the Prince means by "torture." "Jeon-ah..." he starts, "Please forgive my words. May I indeed speak freely?" The prince nods. "Of course you may." Moo Seok draws in a breath, saying to hell with it. Hopefully the Prince doesn't have him thrown to the dogs for this. "I...I'm a swordsman, Jeon-ah." He looks the Prince right in the eye, as brave as he can manage. "Not a tool for pleasure. I'm sorry but...I can't do that. I won't. I'd rather die."
Lee Yoon blinks, confused. Then, comprehension dawns. "You...you think I mean to have you as my whore?" Moo Seok bites his lip, managing a small nod. To his amazement, the Prince chuckles, smiling at him. "Aigoo, my Moo Seok..." He cups the swordsman's face with both hands now, and the word 'my' sends a shiver rolling all the way down Moo Seok's spine. "That was never my intent. I admit....I did use some underhanded tactics to get you into my bed. But I was good to you, wasn't I?" Moo Seok bites his lip, nodding again. The Prince was more than good to him...he was wonderful. "Neh, Jeon-ah." "And I can tell you enjoyed yourself, you can't lie to me in that regard." Lee Yoon smirks. "I don't take whores, Moo Seok. I've no need to. I was rather hoping instead to take you as my lover."
Moo Seok's eyes widen, shocked. "You...you mean as your equal?" Lee Yoon trails a hand up to stroke through Moo Seok's long, silky hair, still tousled from last night's events. He chuckles. "To an extent, yes. I'm obviously still your Prince. You're still my primary guard, and when you're performing your duties, you would treat me as you always have. But when we're here, in the shelter of these four walls...yes." He grins. "If there are times you don't want me to take you, I won't. If you want to try something, tell me. We can even exchange places, if you want." Moo Seok's jaw drops slightly at that, not expecting it. The very idea heats his blood. "I'd never force anything on you. I want you to come to me willingly, openly, without fear. And in exchange, I'll give you all the pleasure and affection you desire. Does that sound so bad?"
Moo Seok has to admit, the Prince makes a convincing argument. "You don't have to decide right now." Lee Yoon continues. "You can always tell me no, Moo Seok. I'm no tyrant." The swordsman licks his lips, a bit stunned. Lee Yoon may not quite be the man he'd thought he was. Feeling like a fool, he makes a request with as much of his dignity as he can still muster, considering his current position; naked, in the Prince's arms. "Can we do more?" Lee Yoon chuckles, delighted. "Right now? You want more now?" The swordsman nods curtly. Lee Yoon hums low in his throat, giving Moo Seok a soft, yet simmering kiss.
"Your wish is my command."
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This is heaven, it absolutely has to be. Or if it isn't, it's the closest that Lee Yoon will ever get to it on this earth. He took his time with Moo Seok once again, slowly preparing him, turning him into a pliant mess under his touch. The Prince gasps as he slides inside, the fit just as snug as it was last night, practically sucking him in. They're both on their sides, the swordsman's back to his chest. Lee Yoon has the swordsman's leg held up and open, allowing him access as he slowly works himself in and out. The angle is deeper this way, and Moo Seok feels at a loss, unsure of what to hold on to in order to anchor himself. And so, he buries his face in the pillow, arms crossed over his chest tightly, trying to hold himself together. The Prince plants heated kisses into the dip of his neck, lifting the swordsman's leg a bit higher and more back towards himself, and Moo Seok cries out, feeling the stretch across his hole.
"That's better. Don't hide your sounds from me, swordsman. I want to hear them all.." He reaches for Moo Seok's arm, the one closest to him and pries it free, looping it around the back of his own neck. Moo Seok's fingers dig into the base of his nape, glad to finally have at least something to hold on to, but he flushes nonetheless, sounds escaping from his lips that still sound so foreign to him, so lewd. Lee Yoon is clearly far too skilled at this, it's simply not fair, and all Moo Seok can do is moan and writhe. The Prince's fingers dig into his thighs, and the swordsman knows there will be marks left in their wake...a fact that excites him rather than disgusts him. What is he becoming? He can't even dwell on that right now, all his mind and body knows is pleasure, thanks to Lee Yoon's expert strokes. One deep thrust has him choking on a gasp, head thrown back against the Prince's shoulder as he shudders from head to toe.
The Prince knows he's hit home, and continues to manipulate that spot, wanting to send his gorgeous swordsman over that precipice. Moo Seok knows he's in trouble when the Prince begins to speak, honeyed words spewing from those kissable lips, and unlike when he's fighting, the swordsman has no defense. This is not something he can parry or dodge, it just washes over him in a rush, and he's no choice but to accept it. "There is no one like you, Moo Seok, you are flawless.." Lee Yoon breathes in his ear, shoving in deep with slow pushes of his hips. "My gorgeous one, I'll never tire of you, say you'll be mine..." The swordsman can't speak, he can only groan as his end comes upon him. Warm release splashes across his chest, and he trembles in the Prince's arms, boneless. "That's it, yes..." The Prince coos, and it's all too sweet for Moo Seok to handle. "Be mine and you'll know nothing but bliss. I'll take you until you can't stand it anymore, and you'll beg for the pleasure to stop. I'll drown you in it, Moo Seok.."
Before he can manage a response, the swordsman is turned onto his stomach, Lee Yoon shafting into him hard and fast, seeking his own end. Moo Seok grips at the sheets, still so sensitive from his climax that he feels he may burst. The Prince says nothing more, for the time being, for which the swordsman is grateful. Such words will be his undoing, and he doesn't want to say something he may regret in the heat of the moment. The Prince's movements become stuttered, and he curses, spilling his load deep inside his swordsman, groaning and slack-jawed. "Oh Gods yes..." He pants, leaning on Moo Seok's back for a few moments until he catches his breath, leaning back and pulling out slowly so as not to hurt the other man. He lies down on his side, leaving space for Moo Seok to lie next to him, which he does, still panting himself. "We should probably see about a bath, hmm?" Lee Yoon chuckles, and the swordsman nods, managing a small smile.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Lee Yoon looks into his swordsman's eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he thinks he's found something worth hanging on to. "Moo Seok.." He begins, and the man looks at him curiously. "Say yes, I beg you. Say you'll be mine. I'll be good to you, you know I will. There so much more I want to show you."
The swordsman sighs heavily, feeling weary all of a sudden. The Prince has already surprised him; Lee Yoon is not the man he thought he was. There is yet some honor in him, as well as a good heart. He may be a bit rough around the edges as well as often lascivious, but all in all, Lee Yoon is a good man. And for reasons he can't explain...Moo Seok trusts him. He meets the Prince's gaze with as much courage as he can muster, and he nods again.
"Very well, Jeon-ah. I'll be yours."
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The next few weeks go by in a blur for the swordsman. As far as his actual work goes, nothing too exciting has happened. No attempts on the Prince's life to fend off, no rabble rousers trying to start riots, and the drought situation has taken a turn for the better. It's rather boring, actually, and Moo Seok spends a great deal of his time still training, wanting to keep his skills at their peak in case something does happen. Though his days have been duty-filled and uneventful, his nights, on the other hand, have been the complete opposite.
Moo Seok has spent every night in Lee Yoon's chambers, of his own free will. He can deny it to himself all he wants, pretend that he was trapped in some way or coerced, but it's simply not been the case. The Prince has been...wonderful to him, really. And he is continually surprised by the man's actions. When Moo Seok expects him to force his will on him when he's simply too tired, Lee Yoon does not. When Moo Seok expects the Prince to tire of him and summon another, more worthy lover, he seems perfectly content with the swordsman alone. Moo Seok keeps waiting for something bad to happen, for Lee Yoon to show his true colors, and yet, it seems the man already is showing them in the form of the kind, occasionally child-like but always patient, man that he spends his nights wrapped up in. The Prince has even let Moo Seok take control a few times, and it's been more rewarding than the swordsman could have imagined. Lee Yoon is truly a thing of wonder.
That's not to say the Prince can't be tricky, oh, he's a wily one. Moo Seok remembers distinctly an incident where he was seduced into making love under the stars, completely out in the open where anyone could have stumbled upon them. But ultimately, had Moo Seok said no and meant it, he knows the Prince would have obliged him. That's the way he is. Lee Yoon will strongly suggest and use all of his sensual tricks to get the swordsman where he wants him, but in the end, Moo Seok has the power to decline. But he never does. Despite his inner denial, Moo Seok knows the truth. Lee Yoon tempts his innermost desires out of him, the things he wants to do but has never dreamed of trying, and sets them free. And the results are always explosive.
As time continues forward in months and August flows into September, the leaves begin to change, and all of Joseon looks beautiful. It's on such a day in the first week where something happens that will change the course of both Moo Seok and Lee Yoon's lives forever.
The King, whose health has been on the decline for some time now, finally passes away. Though it was not entirely unexpected, the sudden push for Lee Yoon to take over has the Prince in a permanent state of anxiety. Having spent the greater part of his formative years simply enjoying himself and not dwelling too much on matters of politics, he's not entirely certain this is a level of responsibility that he's ready for. The council holds an emergency meeting, which Moo Seok is privy to as the Prince's primary guard. He stands in the back, watching Lee Yoon with interest as the matters at hand are discussed. In the end, when put to a majority vote, Lee Yoon is to be crowned King the following morning, at an official coronation ceremony. When the meeting concludes, the swordsman can't help but notice that the Prince doesn't appear particularly happy about the decision, especially when coupled with it comes the stipulation that he must marry as soon as possible.
When they arrive back at the Prince's quarters that evening, Lee Yoon all but collapses on his bed mat, rubbing at his head in frustration. He beckons for the swordsman to come to him, which Moo Seok does, albeit hesitantly. Moo Seok comes to the Prince's bedside, removing his gat and setting it aside, reaching to rid the Prince of his as well before it gets dented in. Lee Yoon gestures for the swordsman to lie next to him, and when Moo Seok does, he's immediately pulled into the Prince's arms. He nuzzles against the swordsman's neck, inhaling the familiar scent, and it calms him. "Are you troubled, Jeon-ah?" Moo Seok ventures, and the Prince nods, in a very child-like manner. "I don't know if I have what it takes to be a King..." He whines, sighing heavily against the swordsman's shoulder.
Moo Seok chuckles, amused. Since their time together, the swordsman has loosened his stoicism a bit, allowed himself to show a bit more of the personality he once thought he'd lost. Doing things like this would have been completely foreign to him months ago, but now they're second nature. "Nonsense, Jeon-ah. You've done nothing but surprise me since I've known you, and I mean that in the best way. I think you'll make a fine King." Lee Yoon looks up, eyes wide with surprise. "Truly? Do you mean that?" The swordsman laughs softly again, nodding. "I do. Very much so." Lee Yoon nods, swallowing a little, calming himself just that much more. "Well, if you believe in me, who am I to doubt, hm?" He smiles, leaning in slowly to capture his lover's lips, sighing happily into the sweet kiss. Once it parts, Lee Yoon smiles, looking up at his lover with a devilish expression. "Well, if that's the case, I suppose I've only one question left to ask."
Moo Seok raises a brow inquisitively. "And what might that be?"
Lee Yoon takes a deep breath, then speaks.
"Moo Seok, will you marry me?"
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The response to the Prince's question had been quite hilarious, in retrospect. Moo Seok had quite nearly fallen backward off the mat in shock, which Lee Yoon supposed was understandable. Men often seek out other men in their society for means of pleasure only...the idea of two men marrying is considered quite absurd. Not to mention the fact that Moo Seok never in his wildest dreams imagined himself marrying, least of all marrying a Prince. Once he had somewhat recovered, the swordsman had asked Lee Yoon if he was joking, hoping surely that was the case. Unfortunately, not so. The Prince was and is very, very serious about the matter.
Moo Seok had eluded giving a formal response, and Lee Yoon had let it go at that time.. Another month has passed since his impromptu proposal, and Lee Yoon has since, begrudgingly, been coronated and crowned King. Much to his surprise...the changes have been minimal. His daily duties have remained much the same, still having endless council meetings, still listening to the commoners and coming up with solutions to their problems, still attending events and in general overseeing the goings-on of the province. If anything, he seems to have garnered more respect, which, while appreciated, has gotten rather annoying at times. No one had much respect for him before, most people just whispered gossip about him, perpetuating this whole playboy persona, and he was really alright with that. The sudden change in their attitudes seems so manufactured, it's sickening, really. If only the populace knew the truth of who authors the popular erotica novels they read...Lee Yoon doubts they'd be able to keep up the facade then.
Today, Lee Yoon has decided to prove just how serious he truly is about Moo Seok, regardless of any repercussions he might face. He's never really been one for rule-following, anyway, and he sure as hell never asked to be king. The council has gathered for a meeting, as Lee Yoon had informed them that he had decided on whom he's to marry. The council members were, of course, ecstatic. The King has a feeling that they will be slightly less so once they actually hear what he has to say.
Over the time they've spent together, to be truthful...Lee Yoon fell in love. He perhaps hasn't admitted it out loud, but if he's honest with himself, that's precisely what has happened. He knows his love is unorthodox, but that word defines him as a person in many ways. He's not one to be shoved in a box, to be made to contour himself to fit in and conform. He's had many lovers...none of them have made him feel the way his swordsman has. And there's no sense further denying the truth. Poor Moo Seok himself has no idea what's about to come to pass, and Lee Yoon almost prefers it that way. He's still a trickster at heart, and the expression on his lover's face will no doubt be beyond any price.
The council meeting commences, and all the members have been seated, Moo Seok leaning against the back wall to keep an eye on things as Lee Yoon lounges leisurely on the throne just in front of him. The swordsman is nervous, for reasons he can't quite peg. He's of course been informed of the reason for the meeting. Lee Yoon told him rather casually the previous evening, and he was caught completely off guard. The King has been with no women that he's aware. Considering the amount of time the two of them have spent together...there simply would have been no time for it. The idea of Lee Yoon being with a woman makes his stomach turn. He knows he has no right to be possessive, but after the time he's spent with the King...he might, possibly, maybe love him. A bit. Not that he'd had the courage to say so.
The way Lee Yoon brushed off the matter as if it were of no importance further worries the swordsman. He thinks back to when the King proposed, and his heart nearly stops. Surely not.....
"Good morning, gentlemen!" The head councilman greets, interrupting Moo Seok's train of thought. "Please be seated. The King has a very important announcement to make." The men in the room in turn do as told, sitting on their mats and turning their attention to the King.
"Ah, indeed." Lee Yoon speaks up, smiling a little too brightly. He sits up, making to address the room at large. "So then. I know you've all been informed that I've chosen who I want to marry. I'm fairly certain that's why you're all here, anyway." A few of the men chuckle, but nod, listening with rapt attention. "My decision is not one made lightly, allow me to assure you. I've put a great deal of thought into it, and I believe that my choice is the best possible candidate to stand beside me and help to rule this great province."
The councilmen all wait with baited breath, most of them surprised to hear such things out of Lee Yoon's mouth, especially considering he didn't seem too happy about it initially. This woman must surely be incredible if she's managed to so thoroughly change the King's mind. Lee Yoon clears his throat, gesturing behind him. "Moo Seok-ah, would you please step forward."
The swordsman's face pales, having a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach that his fears might have just been realized. Nevertheless, he does what his King has called for him to do, as it's his duty, after all. The councilmen begin to murmur amongst themselves, wondering what on earth the King's personal bodyguard has to do with this matter.
"Gentlemen," The King announces, all bravura and pomp, "I'd like you to meet the person I've choosen to marry. Kang Moo Seok."
The swordsman promptly lowers his eyes in embarrassment, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. Once councilman faints from shock. Cries of outrage echo in the chamber, several of the men just shake their heads, a few stand up and leave.
Lee Yoon just leans back against the throne, chuckling at their antics. He reaches over, grasping the swordsman's hand and squeezing it. Moo Seok's eyes flutter back open, widening for a moment. His brow raises questioningly.
"I love you." The King breathes, and Moo Seok's breath hitches.
He heaves a heavy sigh, inwardly knowing they're both more than likely to be banished from the province for this foolishness. So long as he has Lee Yoon...he thinks he might just be alright.
"I love you, too."