Oh, Rati - Oneshot (4/5)

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Title: Oh, Rati
Chapters: oneshot
Pairings: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, romance, angst
Warnings (SPOILER WARNINGS! highlight to see): explicit content, violence, incest, character death
Summary: Sehun leaves his land in search of adventure, and finds a little too much of it in a neighbouring village where he meets a veiled enchantress that has hips too sinful to be legal.
a/n: i'd really advise against reading the warnings if you want to enjoy this thing at all lol. set in some fictional time/place idk where they have kingdoms and such.
this is a rati and it’s a metaphor for sehun’s dick. nah i’m just kidding. or am i.
45,000 WORDS LONG have fun



And once again Luhan was leading him away. He had a habit of doing that; of pulling him places, always so excited, his warm, little hand grasped firmly around Sehun’s own while he stepped forward. Except this time, Luhan wasn’t as energetic. He wasn’t as quick in his step and he was rather quiet, his grip not as firm and his walk not as confident. Sehun would think on it and try to analyse why that was so, but as soon as he got around to attempt it, it seemed they were already there, where they were supposed to be, right in front of a small, brown tent, one which he had never seen or stepped inside before. Luhan had taken him many places, to meet many different people, such as Tao’s parents and a few of the others in the village, but he’d never noticed this tent. It almost blended in with the scenery with its unnoticeable bleak colour, the rest of the tents a little more striking and artistic looking.

Luhan held the curtain open for him courteously, and Sehun stepped inside, finding that this tent was a lot more ordinary than the other tents, especially when it came to smell. It smelled of nothing in particular, a little hint of smokiness, perhaps, but nothing like the sensory explosion of just about every other place he’d been to. There were a few chests there, scattered around the room, a few random vases and urns, as well as a rather large bed to one side, or more of a mat, which was mirroring a low table with some pieces of parchments on it to their left.

“What are we doing here?” Sehun asked finally, after looking around for a while, adjusting to the scenery. Luhan didn’t answer him. Instead, he closed up the entrance carefully, tightening the flaps together, and walked over to the centre of the room, getting down on the floor and ushering for Sehun to do that same. He did, perching on his knees and waiting for Luhan to say something, anything, that would give him some clue as to why they were there. Not that he minded being there. Being anywhere with Luhan was great.

The boy opposite him was playing with his fingers absentmindedly, eyes dancing to every corner, and his teeth chewing at his bottom lip. Sehun wanted to ask him if he was alright, but he spoke up before he had the chance.

"You said you're a healer, and you've proven yourself to be rightfully so...and I was wondering...can you heal me?" His voice was small, a little less upfront than normal.

"What do you want me to heal?" Sehun asked curiously.

"A broken heart."

Sehun laughed at that, but Luhan didn't crack a grin. He seemed completely serious; his face frozen with a chilling frown and his eyes looking up at Sehun with hope and pleas swimming in their depths. Sehun's laughter died off uncomfortably, and he felt himself drowning in those pools. Luhan had only really been happy and cheerful so far; only played around and caught the blazing and beautiful sun in his eyes, but now, there was a dull, dark sombreness that crept in, and Sehun didn't like it. It reminded him of when he'd seen Luhan get hit; when he'd seen him cry.

"You can't mend a broken heart," he said truthfully, not sure if Luhan might still be playing around with him despite how serious he looked. "It's not physically broken."

Luhan's frown deepened, and then he looked away. "In my village, the old healer women used to be able to do that. They were wondrous; wonderfully mysterious and savvy. Sadly, they have passed on to the other world now. Their spirits are dancing with the flow of life."

Sehun raised an eyebrow. He'd forgotten there were still people who believed in 'the flow of life', and all the metaphysical things that transcended the sky and the earth. The Oh Empire had moved on from old and traditional ways; they were a thriving and progressive nation now, who focused their efforts on business and trade and growing their capital, with no time for the spiritual musings of the olden days.

"Shame," Sehun said honestly. "I would have loved to learn how to mend a broken heart."

The corners of Luhan's frown turned up slightly, but only slightly. It still looked lopsided. "You can start with something physical."

"What?"

"I have something physical you can mend. It might soothe my broken heart," Luhan said with a straight face.

"Show me."

Luhan lifted his skirt up, sticking his legs out from under them. They were slim and pale, but on them, Sehun saw few nasty scratch marks and purpling bruises, all trailing up his perfect skin.

"How did you--"

"No questions, please," Luhan silenced him with. "That's quite unprofessional. Healers just do their job without sticking their nose into things, isn't that right?"

Sehun stiffened up, but nodded and complied, reaching for his travel bag that he constantly had slung over his shoulder, and rummaged inside it for some ointments. He wasn't really sure of the best way to treat such scratches, but he would give it a shot for Luhan's sake. He hoped he didn't come up short this time, and prayed for another wonder fix like that time he'd saved the little girl. Maybe his ancestors were smiling down on him and decided to help him through.

"I have some more..."

"Huh?"

"I have more of them...the marks and all...further up..."

Sehun watched Luhan peel his skirt even further up, hiking it along the long line of his thighs.

"Wait--"

"It's okay," Luhan assured him, his cheeks looking a little pink. Sehun could have sworn he saw his hand shaking, but he couldn't focus at that point. Luhan's small, thin hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his, guiding it towards him and pressing it against the searingly warm flesh of his inner thigh, holding it in place while gazing at him with an almost lazy smile. Sehun felt himself get hard embarrassingly fast, and kept his eyes wide as he realized Luhan wasn't trying to get him to 'heal' him anymore, but rather knew exactly what he was doing to his body; what his actions were making him want right then.

A wanton moan slipped from Luhan's lips soon after, and Sehun was one hundred percent positive that it was impossible to be any harder than he already was. But all of this didn't add up somehow, because just a second ago Luhan had seemed so antsy and nervous, definitely not bearing the face of someone who wanted to go to bed.

Sehun soon felt his fingers graze Luhan's private parts. His skin was soft and he was half stiff, also slightly small. Sehun cupped it instinctively with his hand, leaning closer to Luhan as his breath deepened. After a second of feeling around, he noticed a thick, golden string tied around the base. He fingered the thing gently, taking the time to bend down and look at it.

"It's supposed to be like a gift," he heard Luhan say above him, quietly. "I'm supposed to be a gift...for you."

Sehun lifted his head up again, thoroughly confused. "Huh?"

"It was the Chief's idea," Luhan continued, his hands clasped together, and he looked nervous again. "Usually it's supposed to be a virgin sacrificed as a gift, as a welcoming from my people to please visitors and create a peace treaty, but I was unhappy with how mine was taken, so I begged the Chief to let me have my purity string back. The girls here aren't all that pure anyways...I hope you don't mind."

Sehun just stared at him, eyes probably comically wide as he felt his very soul leave him through his open mouth. A...gift...

"You don't want me?" Luhan asked, noticing Sehun's lack of enthusiasm and action. He was still holding Sehun's hand against his crotch. Sehun pulled it away, and Luhan's mouth fell into a deep frown.

"I don't want you like this," Sehun said quickly, shaking his head from side to side with big gestures. "I wanted you to come to me of your own accord, not your village's attempt to butter me up. You lied to me?"

"I'm sorry," Luhan mumbled, very quiet again. His eyes were fixed on a far off corner. "It had to be done."

"Did you ever even fancy me in the first place? Would you even have bothered to come up to me or show me around if your Chief hadn't told you to?"

"...I'm sorry," was all Luhan said, and Sehun felt the painful stab of his words in his chest, the knife twisting in the wound. He lost his ability to breathe, and decided that he needed out. He needed to get out. Out, out, out, far out of there.

He grit his teeth and shoved himself off the floor, storming out of the tent opening, ready to march into the wilderness for a few hours and disappear. He couldn't believe it. Everything was a lie. Luhan, the beautiful enchanter, had been instructed to tend to his desires as a form of tradition or politics or whatever the hell it was. He should have known better. Luhan was too good to be true. He was only a dream. He was also a poisonous, red apple, laid out for him all juicy and tempting, but rotting on the inside. He was--

"Wait! Please!" He heard a voice shout behind him, and soon small footsteps come up at his heels, tredding over the dirty, gravelly ground in faint crunches. Luhan reached forward and clung onto his robes, putting all his weight into trying to make him halt. "Please, Sehun! Please listen to me!"

Against his better judgement, and also against his torn pride, Sehun turned around, Luhan almost colliding with his steadfast body. The boy whimpered, and out of the tent his eyes were so vulnerable. He looked smaller almost, his entire body, and Sehun wondered whether it was just a trick of the eye.

"What?" He demanded, glaring at the dancer. It was really dark out by now, and he could only barely see Luhan's face. Luhan must be getting cold in that skimpy outfit, he thought. There was no fireplace to keep him warm, and no dancing.

"Even if initially the Chief instructed me to get close to you and keep you happy, trying to get you to warm up to the idea of having sex with me one day, I...I really, honestly enjoyed every moment we spent together. I even messed up because I like you so much. When you kissed me that night, I was supposed to coax you into going all the way, but you make my heart flutter and my brain go numb, so I just sat there, stunned. I didn't even have the guts to bring up the kiss again to move things along like I should have, because my mind was going crazy with the idea that you'd leave me once you'd had my body." Luhan paused, taking a deep breath after his long mouthful. His face shifted a little. "But they were getting impatient, so they decided to speed the process up by their own means."

"Who's 'they'?" Sehun asked quickly, trying to grasp every word Luhan was pushing out.

"My whole village. Everyone. Well, the higher-ups, mostly. The ones who make the decisions. Oh, Sehun," Luhan said sadly, tears forming in his eyes. "They forced me to do it. To get an excuse to lure you to bed."

"Forced you to do what?"

"The cuts. The bruises."

"They made you hurt yourself so that I would sleep with you?"

Luhan nodded, and in a few seconds he was on his knees on the ground, sobbing and clutching at Sehun's legs, hugging them to himself, almost desperately.

"I'm so sorry," He cried, sniffling into Sehun's pants. "I like you so much. Please, please don't leave. I meant it when I said I was so lonely before you came; I didn't lie about that! I didn't lie about my feelings, I would never..."

Sehun took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, then dragged it down his face. Everything was so much to process. First off that Luhan treating him nice had been arranged, right from the very start when he'd stolen his pouch. But still, when he'd spoken to Luhan, he'd felt like the words had come straight from the boy's heart. Even the looks of adoration. It had all felt so real.

He sighed, bending down and tilting Luhan's chin up, catching a glimpse of his tear stained face for the second time. It was no less painful, and that was when he knew that he liked Luhan way too much to be able to dismiss him. Plus, he hadn't exactly been fully truthful himself. He was still no healer, no matter how much he'd put himself out to be. He was still a prince of the Oh Empire, mighty and powerful, only there for some childish search of adventure. And he didn't mean much to his kingdom anymore. The Chief could have spared Luhan the trouble; buttering Sehun up would do nothing for their foreign relations.

With Luhan staring hopefully up at him, eyes brimmed with tears, Sehun stroked his cheek, leaning in close to him. His breath was a warm embrace compared to the chilling air around them, which was rather cutting by now.

"It's okay Luhan, you don't have to be sorry. I'msorry."

"What?" Luhan asked, bewildered.

"I've been lying to you too. I'm not really a healer, like I said I was..." Sehun felt heavy guilt punch him in the stomach, more bitter than any medicine he'd ever tasted. He should have told Luhan the truth ages ago. "It was just a cover up to avoid telling you who I really was, because I wanted anonymity here, and so I pretended to be someone who I'm not."

"Then...who are you?" Luhan asked, voice cracking. "A field worker? A nomad?"

"Oh Sehun. Prince of the Oh Empire."

Luhan gaped, slowly letting go of his legs and sitting back on the ground, staring up at him in awe.
"You...y-you're the son of the--"

"King, yes. You remembered." He smiled faintly, reaching down and pulling Luhan off the ground. Luhan let himself be helped up, but stayed with his eyes locked on Sehun's. He looked lost for words, blinking slowly as he digested the information.

"You're...a prince..."

Sehun shrugged uselessly, wondering if Luhan regarded him differently now. As a swindler maybe, but not preferably. "I wish I wasn't."

"Why?" Luhan's curious look was back, the naive and childish side of him that Sehun found so fascinating.

"It's no fun. It sucked the life out of me and made me depressed beyond reason. The monarchy is in a dreadful state; our whole kingdom is. Ever since my mother left when I was a child, my father has been so cold. And my brother, Kai...he held it over my head every day how he was to be the king when my father abdicated and not me. Kai is a wretched human being, almost as bad as my father. I left to get away from them, away from all the corruption and darkness that our family is comprised of. Away from dreadful responsibilities, such as killing off men and women who don't pay taxes in time. It was brutality. Still is, I imagine."

"I..."

"Your lie wasn't even that bad," Sehun couldn't stop a hard laugh that forced its way out painfully from his oesophagus. "At least you didn't lie about who you were. Forgive me," Sehun pulled Luhan's arm off his shirt and turned around from him, trying to stay calm. He was feeling guilty and upset and reluctant at the same time, and it made him want to be sick. "I'll leave tomorrow morning. You won't have to see me again, I promise."

"Idiot! I don't want you to leave!" The next second Luhan was right in front of him, and he looked angry, his mouth drawn into a deep frown. Sehun's eyes widened at the unusual sight. The whole way he was carrying himself had changed; his shoulders were tense and slightly hunched forward, his fists balled at his sides, and his feet looked like they were rooted to the ground. "You could be a butcher from the Southern Hemisphere or a fisher from the north-eastern salt lakes and I would still like you! You're still Sehun, no matter what your heritage or occupation. Idiot."

A million and one things went through Sehun’s mind then. He was taken aback by Luhan’s firm voice, almost biting and very demanding, and he was relieved, because he hadn’t expected him to stop him from leaving. Who would want a foul liar in their midst after all? He felt like he’d only caused Luhan inconveniences so far.

You’re still Sehun, no matter what your heritage or occupation rang through his mind like a mantra, and it almost brought tears to his eyes. He’d been Prince Oh Sehun for so long, slaved after that title for so long, that it felt almost unreal someone would acknowledge that he was a living, breathing human being, who had an identity. Kai and his father sure hadn’t treated him that way. There, in the west, people were treated like numbers, insignificant decimals even.

It was Luhan who leaned forward now, throwing his arms around Sehun’s neck and pressing up against him so that their lips crashed together, the electric spark that had been there during their first kiss igniting in Sehun again as he exhaled through his nose. By instinct, his hands came up to wrap around Luhan’s slip waist, holding onto him carefully while trying not to crumple his chiffon-like attire.

“Wait.” He said. Luhan pouted and looked like he was going to be sad again, but Sehun beat him to it. “I can see your goosebumps from here. Let’s go somewhere warmer. If you want."

Luhan nodded, and with that, Sehun picked Luhan up from the offensively dirty ground, alleviating his feet from the burden of even touching it, and secured his legs on either side of his waist, leaning in to continue kissing him.

He couldn't stop. All the way over to his own tent, he couldn't stop. Anyone who could see them be damned, he had never hungered for something so much in his life. A carnal need it was now, almost. And Luhan was equally enthusiastic, dancing his tongue around Sehun's own until Sehun decided to start biting at his lips.

The trip to his tent seemed quicker than ever before, and soon he clumsily brought Luhan through the opening flaps, caught in the heat of his lips. The lights were already lit by the courtesy of someone else, and Sehun sighed in relief as he walked the both of them over to his bed and laid Luhan down carefully, on him before he could even pull away for oxygen. He felt like a parched man and needed Luhan like he needed water down his throat, but he was drowning in him all the same, getting lost in the feeling and warmth of his lips. His hands were wandering, exploring every part of Luhan they could touch, and Luhan let him, biting back moans every now and then and encouraging him.

“Wait." Sehun pulled back, leaving Luhan flushed against his creamy sheets. The view was lovely, but he had something he wanted off his chest. "The thing you said earlier about your broken heart...was it true?”

Luhan hesitated a short second before he shook his head slowly from the pillow his head was cushioned on, looking into Sehun's eyes calmly. “No. The Chief told me to say it.”

"I see..." He stared down at Luhan for a while, well, more at a random spot on his chest than actually at him, but he still zoned out.

A hand on his face brought him back to the moment, eyes catching Luhan's longing ones.

"Does it disgust you? How I lied..." Sehun could see worry lines appear on Luhan's face, and quickly shook his head.

"No. I'm just glad your heart was never broken. That would have saddened me greatly."

Luhan smiled. "You're a good man, Oh Sehun. I used to think the kingdom in the west was scary, a little rabid with all the wars they started that I'd gotten wind of, but...it seems I should re-evaluate that opinion."

Sehun grinned back at him, and then leaned in to kiss his already swollen lips, red and raw and beautiful against his white skin. Luhan responded to it, but this time bucked his hips up and whined a little in the back of his throat, making Sehun remember exactly what he'd been set on doing since they'd entered his tent.

He kept Luhan occupied with his lips and started undoing his clothes while he was distracted, unwrapping the chest cloth from him first and tracing the planes of his chest with his hand. He was so soft, it was a wonder that he lived out in the tough terrain Sehun had grown to love. With all the sand and dirt blowing around, and the searing sun blazing from above, Sehun was sure Luhan's skin would have been more thick and durable for protection. It seemed that wasn't the case. There were many things about Luhan that set him apart from all the other villagers there. He wasn't as tanned as most of them, and his hair was so light, almost white like the rest of him. If Sehun hadn't known better, he would have guessed he was a pampered Lord from the north, where the sun barely shone.

But alas, that just made him all the more eye-catching. No wonder the village adored him so. Aside from his lovely personality, which was lovely and bubbly indeed, he looked like something ripped straight out of a folk tale.

Sehun remembered something then, as he reached for Luhan's skirt, ready to pull it off. "You said your virginity had been taken, and that you wanted to have your purity string back. Why?"

Luhan shrugged, panting already from all the touches his body was getting. "Wrong person, wrong time, I suppose..."

"You won't tell me who?" Sehun asked, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Luhan shook his head, moving the locks of pretty, blond hair on his head, some if which fell into his eyes.

"Alright. That's fine. I respect that. I'll be the only one who sleeps with you from now on anyways. You can forget whoever else you've been eyeing, or whoever else has been eyeing you."

Luhan nodded with an ample grin. "Yes, sir," and then quickly added. "You're hot when you're demanding."

Sehun felt colour paint his cheeks, but smirked nonetheless, bending down to kiss at Luhan's bare tummy. The other boy hummed in approval, closing his eyes in contentment and reaching a hand out for his, intertwining their fingers.

The dulled light on the tent once again made Luhan look gorgeous. It was like was created for this, for being shown off in faint firelight. Sehun could hardly help himself as he undid the side of Luhan's skirt, unravelling it from his wait gently, like he was unwrapping a fragile parcel. When he'd peeled the clothing off, he noticed the horrible markings on Luhan's legs again, especially bad by his upper thighs.

“These bruises..." he ghosted over one with his finger, and Luhan flinched visibly, which rendered Sehun very apprehensive. "How did you...”

“I had some help.” Luhan just said, his head facing the other side of the tent, right by the little stack of books.

“From who?”

“You can probably guess. You’ve been eyeing him sourly for a while.”

Then it clicked. “Wufan?” Sehun exclaimed, his anger rising at an exponential rate. “What did he--”

“Shh, Sehun,” Luhan silenced him with a finger to his running mouth, leaning up, closer to his face. He could feel Luhan’s warm breath on him, dissipating his newfound fury. He was drawn to his lips again, wanting to feel them so badly. They were like magnets. “Just make love to me. Please. For my sake...I feel like if we wait any longer, I’ll go crazy...”

Sehun just nodded, feeling rather numb, and bent forwards to kiss him again, deep and sensual. He held Luhan tight, protectively, plunging his tongue into his slack, wet mouth, which allowed him entrance without question, and he lost himself in him again, feeling his mind and body enter a dreamy state, a sort of haze of arousal and adoration that had him weak and mighty at the same time.

Sehun lowered himself over Luhan, caging him in with his hands planted on either side of his head, his pretty face the only thing in view. Luhan was quiet; calm and serene, and his thin arms came up to wrap around Sehun's neck perfectly, pulling him ever so slightly closer; so close, in fact, that their noses touched and their breaths mingled, fogging up Sehun's brain deliciously.

"Please tell me you want me, because I want you so bad right now," Sehun mumbled against his lips, feeling like all the sexual tension he'd had for Luhan since day one was accumulated inside his body at that very moment, ripping him apart from the inside and egging him on. He also wanted to replace whatever evil Luhan's body had been marked with from before. Wufan on his thighs, and the faceless person who had taken his virginity; he wanted them gone.

"I want you," Luhan gasped into his lips, rolling his hips up in a small gyration. His movements were so fluid, so teasing and sinful, but at the same time restrained. "I want you so badly I can hardly take it."

That was all Sehun needed to hear, all the neurons in his brain needed to react. The next second he was smothering Luhan's mouth with his own, sucking and biting at his lips fiercely while Luhan opened his mouth for easier access, allowing the onslaught. Oh, he was going to indulge. Heaven was presenting him with a golden platter of a feast, and god, was he ready to just enjoy it. He'd been wanting so long, waiting and watching, and it felt like everything was finally coming together.

He nosed his way down the side if Luhan's flushed neck and then kissed his sternum, peppering a few more pecks down his chest down his chest while he was there. Luhan's skin was so heated, and also so sensitive, every move of his parted lips over him making Luhan whimper and whine like nothing else. He used his hands too, slowing them down Luhan's supple form and groping at his flesh, wanting Luhan to feel overpowered and needy, which he did feel, if the noises spilling out of his mouth were anything to go by.

"Please," he heard Luhan gasp as he ghosted over a nipple with his breath, letting his sinister tongue dip out and tease him with a bare touch. "Ah...please..."

"Louder, Luhan," he instructed, drawing the full bud into his mouth and sucking on it, his hand finally making it's way to Luhan's crotch and cupping it. Luhan almost screamed, arching his back up into Sehun's skilful touch. Sehun knew well what he was doing alright. He had years of experience with the royal escorts. Except Luhan was male, so it was a little different, but Sehun didn't dwell on it. He just went with the flow, and hoped everything would work out alright.

His eyes were drawn to the golden string again, and he paused, making Luhan whine. "We'll leave the string on just in case, okay? In case you don't like this time with me either. I don't want your first time to be a painful memory."

Luhan looked like he would have protested, but he was so lost in his lust that he just gasped out "Okay," with his eyes closed and his teeth chewing on his bottom lip.

Sehun smiled down at him. He looked so beautiful like that. Scratch that, he always looked beautiful. Always. Always perfect, always amazing. It almost drive him to insanity.

Kai had once talked of having sex with a man, Sehun remembered, and recalled him saying that men didn't self-lubricate the way women did, so he'd had to use spit on him. Sehun thought the practice a little odd, but herded his brother's advice (the only time he would ever do so) and spat into his hand, reaching down to coat Luhan's hole. Men hadn't appealed to him all that much earlier, and females always stood out to him in general, but none of them had been Luhan. He went with his gut instinct and held onto Luhan's thigh as carefully as he could before he sank a slicked up finger into Luhan, penetrating his tight muscle.

Luhan threw his head back, making all sort of whiney noises and grasping at the sheets under him, crinkling them in his hands, and Sehun looked on in adoration, loving the way Luhan's toes curled slightly and how his brows raised and lowered with every miniscule twitch of his finger. At knuckle deep, he curled it a little, creating a stroking motion with the tip of it, and Luhan howled into his arm, his whole body twitching. Sehun was mesmerized, his eyes glued to Luhan's telling face.

Luhan liked it. He liked it a lot.

Sehun gloated in the feeling, curling his finger a few more times for the selfish satisfaction of seeing Luhan squirm, before he decided to inch a second one in, doing it slowly it fear of hurting him.

Luhan stiffened at the second one, and Sehun stopped sinking it in. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

Luhan just nodded quickly, his eyes squeezed shut and his muscles tensed tightly. He looked uncomfortable now, and Sehun felt discouraged, not liking Luhan's pained expression at all.

He was about to pull both fingers out, but Luhan squeaked, "K-keep going."

He swallowed, hesitant. He didn't know if he should believe him that it was alright to continue on when Luhan looked so galled, but he pumped his fingers in and out anyways, and at his second try, Luhan screamed, loud enough for the whole village to hear. Though Sehun like the idea of the entire populace knowing that he was about to fuck Luhan at that very moment, he leaned down to quieten him with his lips, sucking the cry right out of him.

Luhan was breathing hard against him now, and his skin was starting to dew over, getting slippery and feverish. Sehun continued pumping his fingers, crooking them ever so slightly and eventually adding a third one. Luhan was whining into his mouth, loud and desperate, and Sehun felt how impossibly hard he was, his erection straining against his coarse pants and begging to be let out. But Luhan came first, always, and he was going to do a good job or preparing him, even if it would take all night.

"Are you ready for me?" He asked, finally lifting himself up from Luhan's abused mouth, which was silent as he left it, barely breathing.

"Yes," Luhan croaked out, holding onto his biceps. His eyes were unfocused and his hair was sticking to his forehead. Sehun chuckled lovingly, smoothing it back and kissing the spot under it. He would do everything in his power to make Luhan feel good. He wanted him to unravel in his arms and scream like he'd never felt so good before in his life.

He made quick ado of his shirt, pulling it off in haste, much the same with his pants, which he yanked down along with his undergarments, revealing his proudly standing cock, stiff and throbbing only for the boy beneath him.

He used more spit than he had with his fingers, slicking his dick up lavishly and hoping it would be enough to glide in as seamlessly as he could. He was careful not to grip Luhan's thighs too hard, spreading them gently and positioning himself between them, leaning down to Luhan's face.

"I'm going to be buried so deep inside you that you won't be able to feel anything else," he whispered in his ear, stroking Luhan's sides with slow taps of tranquil fingers. "Finally, I'll be where I belong."

He used his hand to guide his shaft to exactly where it needed to be, with the tip right at Luhan's entrance, ready to take the plunge, and then he leaned over him again and bucked shallowly to sink the head inside, leaving Luhan with his eyes and mouth wide open, a silent cry spilling from his lips. Sehun shushed him with care, placing healing kisses near the corners of his mouth and wiping away a stray tear that rolled down the side of his face, making sure he was doing everything he could to soothe the ache and keep him from hurting too bad. He waited a while, taking a few deep breaths and watching a drop of sweat race down the taut skin of Luhan's neck.

Another shallow thrust forward and he sank further in, gradually filling Luhan with himself and making the other boy go limp. When he was fully inside, he whispered sweet nothing's into Luhan's ear, telling him he would wait for him and stroking his hair.

Luhan just stayed quiet, just gripping onto Sehun' biceps, but Sehun could feel him clench around his big shaft, his breath thinning out. He stayed with him like that, allowing Luhan to adjust and take a few moments to breathe at the feeling of being pulled up. Luhan was tight beyond anything else, so it was a wonder he had even fit inside. But it felt right. It felt so right, and he had to hold himself back from releasing right them, just by the tight clench of being seated inside Luhan. It was mind-numbingly pleasurable for him, and he revelled in the feeling.

He felt a pull at his neck, and assumed that was Luhan telling him he could move, so he did, slowly at first but then picking up some speed after he got confident, every thrust making Luhan moan wantonly into the stuffy tent air. He kissed pyretically down the side of Luhan's sweaty neck, grunting into him as he picked up momentum. He was sweating too, drops of it falling from his chin and darkening the sheets beneath them.

Luhan seemed like he could do nothing but hold onto him, eventually wrapping his arms around his neck and holding him close so that their naked, bodies were pressed flush together. The sensation was incredible, and Sehun conjured up the image of Luhan dancing in his head, and flickering ball of bright colour, his hips shifting quickly and his smile curving into a sinful smirk.

Sehun was snapping his hips forwards rapidly now, chasing the incredulous pleasure Luhan's friction gave him, and feeling like he was teetering over the edge from merely being inside the slicked vice.

He raised his head and looked into Luhan's eyes, which were half lidded and jaded looking, but still connecting with his own.

"Are you close?" He asked, keeping at his steady pace and holding Luhan's body down beneath him, keeping his hips from bucking up or jolting away as he ploughed inside.

"Y...yes..." A fragmented word was all it seemed Luhan could manage at that point, and Sehun took it, leaning down to suck on Luhan's nipple again, tonguing it obscenely and breathing onto it with heavy flows of warm air.

Luhan screamed and then bucked up, his muscles tensing. "Sehun I-- ah!"

Sehun felt the tell-tale spasming clench of Luhan coming, his feet digging into Sehun's lower back and his nails doing the same further up. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his mouth opened gapingly, his stomach muscles pulling and hardening under Sehun's abdomen. He could feel every twitch, every jerk, and he hit his own peek with Luhan coaxing it from him, stilling brusquely and spilling himself deep inside of the dancer, panting and grunting into the side of his face all the while.

They lay there for a bit, breathing each other and coming down from their highs while the sweat on their slack bodies cooled them down. Sehun could smell the vague scent of sweat and sex, and he felt utterly and completely saturated, his head feeling heavy next to Luhan's as he lay on top of him, still inside him, trying to get his muscle strength back.

"Was it good?" He asked nervously, pulling out of the wrecked looking body beneath him and observing his every move.

Luhan nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips, but he stayed silent. Luhan was sweat-dewed and gorgeous, shining in the dim light from the torches outside the tent. His lips were red from being bitten and sucked on, his chin full of traces of saliva and his pupils blown so big there was barely any trace of his irises. He looked sinful and angelic at the same time, and it was impossible to stop staring.

And once Sehun had started, he just couldn't hold back. He fucked him again, because it was like Luhan was made for him. They fit so perfectly together, and Luhan was so pliant and soft he could mould him any way he wanted, bend him any way he wanted, and he would keep screaming out in pleasure like he'd never felt so good in his life. Sehun had never heard anyone make noises like Luhan, so loud and encouraging and really, really needy.

He'd grabbed Luhan's waist and pulled him on top of him, sinking Luhan's spread ass down over his re-slicked shaft and then thrusting in, holding Luhan tight against his chest as he began to snap hips upwards. Luhan was moaning and whining into his ear, his arms and upper body immobilized firmly while Sehun rutted into him. Sehun was glad his calves were strong, because he'd never had to flex them as much as he did now, using his legs to push up into the wet heat at a steady pace. Luhan's body slowly became lifeless, this position probably too intense and intimate for him to function properly, and Sehun had to remind him to breathe, pulling him up by his hair as carefully as he could and feeling for the stream of air by Luhan's hamstrung looking face.

By the third round, the dancer was in tears. Whether it was from the sensitivity of over-stimulation or from an abundance of pleasure, Sehun wasn't so sure, but he knew Luhan would stop him if he wanted to, and he didn't see any signs of him wanting to immediately quit. Sehun couldn't even tell what bodily fluids were covering Luhan at this point, because he was sure they'd forced forth just about everything. His clumped together eyelashes, however, told Sehun there were salty tears pooling in those pretty, brown eyes, and individual tears could be seen rolling down the sides of his face, wetting the sheets below him.

He was deep inside Luhan, deep inside that wet and warm vice, and it felt so good that he never wanted to pull out. He literally could stay like that forever. Oh, if only time would stop and allowed him to.

"You feel so good around me. So perfect. Do I feel good inside you?"

Luhan nodded weakly, his eyes closed and breathing still laboured. "So good," he whispered hoarsely, his mind seemingly elsewhere rather than focused on Sehun's voice, which was to be expected. Sehun was balls deep inside him after all, and Luhan had come so many times over his own stomach that he was probably drained and unable to function properly.

He finished inside Luhan for the umpteenth time, managing to give him a terse kiss before collapsing next to him on the sticky sheets, the soft and prettily woven material feeling rather strange but comforting at the same time against his heated skin. He heard Luhan breathing strenuously next to him, and reached an arm out to pull him closer, cinching him by the waist and waiting for the rest of him to follow. Luhan curled into him once he met his naked chest against. Sehun thought he was drifting off to sleep, his breathing thinning out and his muscles relaxing, but he heard him speak up, sated and careful at the same time.

“I really think that...you’re...” Luhan sighed into his skin, the air grazing him softly. “I-I love--”

“I think I love you too. Really.”

*

Morning dragged on in a lazy bliss, and a sort of post-coital satisfaction that didn’t go away for the rest of the day followed. Sehun spent the day in bed with Luhan, doing nothing but exactly that, laying there next to him, watching him, talking to him, feeding him, being fed by him, and essentially acting like newlyweds who were victims of the deadly sin of ‘Sloth’.

And they talked about so many things there, in the privacy of Sehun’s very own tent. As usual, Sehun thought he knew quite a lot about Luhan, but then the boy told him many new things, like how he’d been dumped at the village doorstep by poor nomads when he was an infant, because they didn’t have any proper means of taking care of him while they were travelling. Sehun saw the slight sadness in his eyes as he spoke of it, and wondered if Luhan felt a little like an outsider simply because of that, even though he was the pride and glory of the whole village, the person who performed their people’s dances and did everything to better the population.

Luhan told him Chen had taught him horse-riding, being slightly older than himself, and that he’d learned dance from a woman in village who had since passed away from childbed fever.

Sehun liked hearing Luhan talk, so he let him go on and on with his fascinating stories, but when Luhan eventually tired, he stepped up himself, and told Luhan all the things he wanted to know about the Oh Kingdom.

Luhan was fascinated for the very beginning. Not only because he wanted to know as much as he could about Sehun’s culture, but because he’d really never been outside of his village, even once, and the stories painted beautiful pictures for him that he could keep in his memories for when he needed something vivid and real to imagine. He also had never heard of the life of a prince, and the whole ordeal made his mouth hang wide open.

He told Luhan about his brother Kai, whom he despised from the depths of his soul, who was the Crown Prince and was set to take over the throne once his father abdicated. Kai, the pompous, bragging asshole who was the pinnacle of evil in his eyes. Ever since they were kids, Kai had bothered him relentlessly, whether that was because he was slightly younger or just an easy target in general, he wasn’t sure. But he was sure that Kai had a prominent sadistic streak in him which Sehun always got to see up close. He’d been spoiled rotten too, and always got treated better than Sehun because he was the next successor; better food, better seats, better etiquette lessons, and a lot more better treatment from his father. Especially after his mother had left, when Sehun had felt really alone. He told him how lonely his childhood had been. How it had been empty and hollow and full of misery, no friends there to keep him company except for Yixing, but he was just an advisor. He really did miss his mother.

Oh, his mother. Sehun hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to her. His father had kept her in a cellar when he was young for at least two months before he’d cast her out in all haste, claiming she had become crazy and would ruin their children if she stuck around. Sehun didn’t know if he believed him, but he’d been young, and nobody else in the royal palace that he’d asked had been willing to give him an answer. So he’d settled from pretending she was only a figment of his imagination.

“You remind me of my mother,” Sehun said suddenly, curling his lips up in a grin and chuckling.

Luhan laughed with him, sticking a piece of big sweet melon in his mouth that they were working on devouring together. “How so? Is it because I look like a woman?” He traced his hand down his bust seductively, and Sehun snorted.

“Slightly,” he joked, but then he shook his head. “She was always free spirited, from what I remember. I think she’d like you if she met you. You’re one of the most free-spirited people I know.”

Luhan seemed very happy with that, and went back to chewing his fruit. Sehun then told him about the royal advisor, Yixing, who was his best friend growing up, and all the laughs he’d had with him. He told Luhan about the crazy plague-like disease that had swept their nation a little while ago, sending an epidemic of famine and cholera throughout all households except the royal family. He told him about how his father had gone crazy one winter and had killed off half the town girls because he seemed to have some sort of blind hatred for women. He told him about how it was colder in the west, how they reared different animals and ate different foods, and that they had mountains up by the northern borders, which he’d climbed as a child with his parents. He told Luhan that he was lucky to live in such a tight-knit and happy community, because the Oh Kingdom was very much separated and focused on independent prosperity rather than the collective ‘greater good’.

Luhan lay on the bed and watched him with his head rested in his arm, elbow propping it up, and his eyes were drawn into every detail Sehun recounted; he could see the images passing right before Luhan’s eyes, like he was watching it all happen in moving pictures.

“I think your kingdom sounds wonderful,” Luhan said after a while of the two of them just lying there, enjoying each other’s silence.

Sehun frowned. “Have you been listening to anything I’ve been telling you?”

“But it’s your kingdom, it has to be wonderful,” Luhan insisted, sitting up. “There’s no way you’d come from a horrible place.”

“It’s alright, I suppose.” He shrugged, reaching for a piece of melon to occupy himself with. Maybe Sehun as just an ungrateful bastard who couldn’t see how privileged he was...had been.

“I would really like to see it one day.”

Sehun looked up from the place of fruit, quirking an eyebrow up in surprise. He hadn’t expected to hear that. Especially not after telling Luhan all the crazy things that went on in his kingdom. All the corruption and poverty, especially the looming depression that seemed to have swept the entire populace. But Luhan was just that way, he supposed. He wouldn’t mind going anywhere as long as it was with Luhan, in all honesty.

They lay there together for a few more days, just like that, refusing to leave to do anything. Sehun was content with that little piece of heaven. It was small and trivial, but it was beautiful at the same time, and he found that he never wanted to leave that place.

*

But alas, there was a thorn in paradise. A big, prickly thorn, that came in the form of a rampant battalion of gust-red ire over a faint horizon.

Sehun hadn’t expected it. Nobody had expected it. It had been late into the afternoon one evening. Him and Luhan were outside for once, near the open area of the village where the life was bustling and people were trading goods, eating and working and living their lives. Sehun had headed to the well to fetch some water while Luhan had headed to buy bread, and the both of them had had to stop what they were doing when they heard faint rumbling from the ground and a loud noise, what sounded like a horn being blown, rippling through the distance.

With one look up, Sehun could see it. He could see the black and brown lining of steed-like horses that was marring the view of the empty lands in front of them, that beautiful landscape.

Sehun recognized those flags instantly. The burgundy hued blood-red that he’d seen everywhere, laid over the horses and being held in the air. It had been the colour of his the sheets he’d slept on, the clothes he’d worn, the rugs, the tapestry, the books. The very crest of his heritage.

He stood there frozen while the army approached, creeping in what looked like slow motion towards the village. Everything slowed down for him then, in his head. Time seemed to stop and he lost the feeling in his feet and hands, dropping the bucket of water he’d been hauling up from the well so that it spilled over the dry ground.

But he knew they were galloping fast. They were galloping fast and they were carrying swords, spears, and shields, like they were headed into battle, ready to slay.

Sehun couldn’t turn on his heel fast enough. He saw Luhan a few yards away, stunned too and staring at the approaching danger in the distance. He screamed at him, even though his ears were ringing and everything was muted to him, pushing his feet forward and bumping into people that had started running in random directions and retreating backwards. He yelled his name again, and finally Luhan turned around, eyes wide and arms dropping what he’d been holding.

As soon as Sehun made his way over to him, he grabbed at his bodice, making Luhan’s head snap around to face him.

“My people,” Sehun panted, not knowing what to say. He could hardly think right now, that was how terrified he was. He had no clue what was happening, but he knew it wasn’t good. “Luhan these men are soldiers from our Royal Army.”

“What are they doing here?” Luhan asked, looking so bewildered and lost that Sehun wanted to shake some sense into him to see him look alert and sharp again.

“I don’t know. I swear, I have no idea--”

He was cut off by a shrill cry sounding in the air, drawing everyone’s attention. And more cries followed.

The front of the battalion had started stampeding into the village, and the spears and swords were lowered, butchering people in their path. Sehun’s eyes widened and his words died in his mouth, his heart beating so fast he thought it might jump out of his chest. Dangerous, long, shining silver was speared into men and women alike, the head of a child a few tents down being cut off cleanly, like it was a mere cherry pulled from a stem. He felt bile rise in his throat and harsh trembles break through him.

They stared long enough for Luhan to be able to catch the sight of the Chief standing up defenceless against an oncoming soldier, being speared straight through his chest so that the metal end stood out of his back.

Luhan let out a blood curdling cry, bending forwards and growing hysterical. He covered his mouth with his hands, looking like he was trying to breathe properly and not pass out.

“Chief!” He screamed through his hands, his fingers shaking violently.

Sehun was snapped back to action, and grabbed Luhan’s left wrist, pulling at him. “We have to go, Luhan,” he commanded, trying to make him move, but Luhan was frozen in place. “They’re killing!”

Luhan, instead of listening to him, ran towards the body of his dead leader, his speed like lightening.

“Luhan! No!”

Sehun put his all into trying to catch up with him, and caught a hold of his skirt eventually, before Luhan made it over to the body, yanking him backwards for all his strength was worth.

“I’ll get him. You run to the east, okay? Run to safety,” he demanded, giving Luhan a forceful shove in the other direction. Luhan looked so lost and shell-shocked that he thankfully listened, beginning to run the other way, his feet kicking up sand in small clouds.

Horses were galloping past them now, and it was only luck that neither one of them had been struck yet. Sehun made his way over to the Chief, who he was thankful Luhan hadn’t gotten a close up look of, because his kind eyes had rolled back in his head and he was oozing blood both out of his chest and back, gushing out to wet Sehun’s hands as he tried to sit him up. The smile wrinkles on his aging face were still there, but he wasn’t smiling. Sehun’s stomach sank.

But the Chief was deadweight. Moving him wouldn’t do any good, and it would make Sehun less able to fight. And he needed to fight. He had to fight with something and stick up for Luhan and his village, because they damn well didn’t deserve any of this. If only he knew the reason why they were being attacked. Was this all Sehun’s fault? Had he somehow drawn his Kingdom here, all animosity and nothing else? Was his father behind this?

He laid the Chief’s body back down, pushing his eyelids over his eyes out of respect and kindness. He'd managed to forgive him for 'sacrificing' Luhan to him, but it had taken a while. Now Sehun just turned around to try and get a grip of his surroundings.

Nobody had been prepared for the attack; that was easy to see. A few of the villagers had grabbed for weapons that were laying around, and Sehun could spot Wufan in the distance, barking orders at a few other men and boys while swinging his curved sword around and managing to stab a horse in the side, throwing the soldier on top of it off. Sehun had no sympathy for the soldiers of his Kingdom. Anyone who came baring blades against this peaceful village was an enemy; he wouldn't forgive anyone for tainting the sanctuary here.

Sehun saw a group of horses gallop up behind him, and he wondered where they were heading, but wished he hadn’t turned around, because he saw Luhan there, his little dancer, running to meet them with his trusty sickle in hand. He was holding it out in front of him, as if threatening them, his eyes blazing with anger.

Damnit. He’d told Luhan to run and hide.

“Luhan!” He called out, trying to get Luhan’s attention, anything, but Luhan only had eyes for the vultures coming up to him.

The soldiers that had approached circled him, and started laughing as they glanced down at his puny weapon and his inconvenient way of dress, bejewelled and colourful, midriff and arms and neck all exposed. Those soldiers, however, weren’t carrying swords or spears. They were holding whips; long, cowhide whips, that Sehun had only seen down in the dungeons of his palace when he’d gotten lost of a child.

“Luhan!” He called again. He had started running towards him, even though Luhan was quite far away, but someone rode up in front of him, stopping him from advancing and also moderately blocking his view. He looked up.

It was his father. The King of the Oh Kingdom. His father was sitting on his favourite horse, his head held high and his face looking sour, his pudgy fingers gripping the horse’s reins.

“Sehun, my son,” he started, looking down at him almost lovingly. Sehun glared wildly between him and other soldiers that were approaching, and soon felt two men come up behind him and grab his arms. “I thought we’d lost you! They kidnapped you, didn’t they? These savages.” He spat to the ground near the dead body of a young male from the village, whose mouth was open and eyes were covered in sand.

“No, father!” He yelled, thrashing against the men holding him. He just wanted to see Luhan. He had to make sure Luhan was okay. “I ran away! And don’t act all sentimental, you know you can’t stand my guts! What does it matter if I left; it wasn’t a loss to our kingdom in the slightest! Our dysfunctional, screwed up kingdom!” He spat on his father’s horse, feeling hatred grip him and shake him from the core. He was furious. He was sad. Frustrated. Confused.

Soldiers had gathered around them thickly, and out of the corner of his eyes Sehun saw none other than Kai ride up on his black horse Lightning Bolt, the fastest one they owned. He was grinning from ear to ear, looking smug as hell and mighty satisfied.

“He’s delusional. They must have brainwashed him. Either that or driven him to insanity,” Kai reasoned to everyone, leaning forwards on his horse like he used do when he raced Sehun and won. His father, in front of them, shook his head in disappointment so that the fat under his chin wobbled.

“Shut up!” Sehun yelled at him, realizing how badly he wanted to kill Kai at that moment, how badly he wanted to tear him limb from limb and break his bones. This must all have been his doing, if not his father’s. Kai was heartless and crazy, if course he would have found a way to hunt Sehun down and make his life miserable. “Shut your big fat mouth! You know you’re lying!” He tried kicking the men holding him, but they wouldn’t back away. “How did you even find me?” He yelled out in anger, catching his breath from the over-exertion.

“Let’s just say that pig Yixing started squirming quite a lot when his hands got a little...oily.”

Sehun’s mouth dropped open and he gasped. No, Kai couldn’t have...had he really tortured him? His best friend? The person he'd grown up with, who he trusted with all his heart. By dousing his hands with boiling oil? Sehun screamed again, baring his teeth, his nostrils flaring. “I’ll kill you!” But Kai didn’t seem to hear him. Sehun was distraught, but then he remembered.

Luhan.

The whipped up dust and sand burned in Sehun's face as he tried to look past the massive, brown horse of his father, seeing Luhan struggling on the ground not too far away against thick rope that was bound around his hands and various parts of his body, tugging him into submission. The soldiers were having fun with him, pulling at him and laughing, one of them even whipping him with the long cowhide whip he carried, sending resounding cracks through the air. He heard the suppressed whimpers from where he was standing, and they made his heart bleed.

But before he could shout for them to stop, he heard Luhan screaming, "Don't touch me, you mongrels! Swine! All of you!" He was wearing himself out by fighting back and thrashing. Sehun wanted to shout at Luhan to stay still and not kill himself from exhaustion or anger the people holding him, but his throat produced nothing, not even a slight sound, like a dried up river being searched for a single drop of water, and he felt helpless.

Beside him, Kai noticed his pained glance in Luhan’s direction. “What’s this, brother? Did you find a feisty plaything while you were here?”

Sehun refused to dignify him with an answer and instead just focused back on his little dancer, who was now clutching the sandy ground frantically while being whipped like an animal.

“Let him go! Let him go, you monsters! He’s innocent! I’m a prince of the Oh Kingdom! I demand it of you! God damnit, listen to me!” He thrashed some more, and the eyes of the soldiers turned up to his father, who just clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"My son has been bewitched by that thing over there, obviously! Just like he was tricked and taken away from us by these primitive barbarians!" He pointed to the few survivors of Luhan’s village, all of whom were struggling against blades of a sword or gasping for help. Sehun's eyes were wide in horror as his father leaned over to his second in command and ordered quietly, "Take all the surviving virgins. Kill the rest."

He watched with burning tears in his eyes as Luhan's waist cloth was lifted up, exposing everything underneath for the eyes of the soldiers.

So they knew about the tradition. The purity strings. Sehun was in shock that his people even knew such a trivial matter when they by default saw every other culture around them as simple and uncivilized; not worth any time or effort or a second thought. He was so angry now, but also so helpless, and it made hot, fat tears fall out of his eyes and stream down his face.

Luhan himself had said there weren't many pure girls there, who were supposed to have golden strings around their left thighs until they'd been bedded. Even Luhan wasn't pure, but they'd left the string on for what now seemed like dumb reasons. There was going to be death today; so much death.

Sehun tried to rush out from behind his father's horse, kicking the soldiers holding him in the shins, but he was blocked by two more soldiers who stood side by side in front of him, shoving him back.

“Father! Father, please!” He cried up to the man he called his father, who was just talking to Kai as well as his second in command from his horse, his face straight and unamused. Sehun could hear Luhan’s screams still from where he was standing, digging into his ears painfully, and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to kill everyone in sight. He could feel his face grow cold as the tears cooled down his cheeks, and he felt icy sweat scrape down his neck.

"What’s the name of your little thing over there, Sehun?” His father suddenly asked, gesturing with his head towards Luhan, and Sehun’s head snapped up, his eyes wild.

“L-Luhan,” Sehun croaked out, hoping his father would have mercy on the boy, but not knowing what to believe by now. “His name...it’s Luhan..."

“What do we do with him?” The second in command asked the King brusquely, eyeing Luhan in slight distaste. “He’s still fighting...”

“Give him to Kai,” Sehun’s father said dismissively while giving off a soft chuckle, and Sehun almost stopped breathing. He could feel his oesophagus clench up and almost choke him. No. No, no, no, no-- “ He’ll enjoy that. Won’t you, Kai?”

Kai spared Sehun an obvious smirk from his horse, raising one eyebrow. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Sehun bit his lip so hard it bled, almost wrenching his neck stuck as he turned to face the demon he called a brother. “No!”

"To the victor goes the spoils, little brother!" Kai laughed, throwing his fist in the air. “I think it’s fairly obvious who the victor here is, don’t you think?”

"Luhan isn't a spoil!" Sehun growled. "He's a human being!"

“So am I. Except I’m the one on the top of the food chain, so my word is the one that counts.”

The last thing Sehun saw was Luhan’s bound form being thrown over the front of Kai’s horse, and he heard the faint tinkling from the trinkets around his anklets and the bracelets on his wrists, which made him nauseatingly nostalgic. Then the world went black as something hard and heavy collided with his head.

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