DBSK Fic: Golden Rule (04/20)
Title: Golden Rule
Main Pairing: Changmin x Junsu
Rating: PG in this chapter, NC-17 in later chapters
Warnings: male x male relationship, arranged marriage, Elvish references & languages
Disclaimer: I do not own either Super Junior/DBSK/JYJ
Summary: Elvish Kingdom!AU. In order to defend against the darkness that was spreading recently, Junsu as the Second Prince from the Kingdom of Sevaecia would have a political marriage with the First Prince from the Kingdom of Cardonna.
Cheers for muramatsu_aoi for beta-ing and helping me in constructing this AU! :)
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Author's Note: My work has doubled within this month as one of colleagues is resigning and his job practically falls to me. I've pulled a three all-nighters last week alone. So yeah, I don't have any time to write except for a few hundred words on weekends :( All my fics will be updated more irregularly as a result. Hope you all can understand. As much as I love fandoms, RL comes first.
Anyway, I won't yap for long. Please enjoy the fic and tell me what you think :D
Golden Rule
Chapter Four
By: Sharl
The Royal Chamber was magnificent. Decorated with the finest silks, thick fur rugs and beautiful tapestries, it was one of the most beautiful rooms Junsu had ever laid his eyes on. A huge four-poster bed was located at the center. It was made from dark oak and decorated with luxurious silk of reds, oranges and golden tones which mingled perfectly with the dark wood. Although the bed was covered in inviting golden sheets, to Junsu it seemed as cold as the snow outside.
The awkward atmosphere between him and the King hadn’t dissipated. The King had agreed on Junsu’s subtle request to retire earlier, knowing that this wedding needed to be consummated before it could be announced as legitimate. They had left the Hall of Heavenly Arch in silence, ignoring the hidden smiles and whispered comments from all the guests. No doubt they had thought it would be a passionate night between the newlyweds.
However everything was just the opposite. Few maids had followed them, helped them to prepare and left, closing the door behind them. There was a terrible awkward silence between Junsu and the King once the door at the Royal Chamber had been closed. They sat at the opposite ends of the bed. Neither of them dared to make the first move.
Junsu swallowed heavily. This was merely a political marriage but Junsu was determined to make the best of it for the sake of his people back in Sevaecia. And as such, this marriage had to be legitimate. He then gazed at the King, who was looking at the fireplace, seemingly lost in thought.
“My King? Do you feel well?”
The King gazed at him, a questioning look on his face although his eyes were glazed. He did not speak for a while. At last he replied, “Yes. Maybe I drank too much.”
That is a good thing, Junsu thought. A drunken man was always easily aroused. He moved towards the King, trying to hide the tremors in his body and painfully aware of the King’s eyes on him. Few steps later, Junsu now stood in front of his spouse -it was really strange to think that he now had one. It seemed only yesterday that he was in Sevaecia, joked with his teachers and played with Junho. But now he had a spouse.
Junsu watched as the King’s expression changed. A hint of understanding made its way to that handsome face and perhaps only now did the King realize what he was supposed to do. He gestured at Junsu to come closer until their knees touched. Then Junsu felt the King’s hand on the front of his robe, untying the sash the maids had tied.
His robe slipped from his shoulder and fell to the floor. The King’s eyes widened and the drunken glaze in his eyes was now mixed with desire. As the King moved closer and kiss Junsu’s abdomen, there was only one thought that crossed his mind: Valar, this is it.
With trembling hands he caressed the King’s cheek, somehow marveling at its softness. Junsu closed his eyes and suddenly he felt the room spun. When he opened his eyes the next moment, he was already on his back on the bed, the King hovered above him.
He then saw the fear in the King’s eyes. For the very first time that night Junsu was reminded once again of the trembling hands that touched his during the ceremony, of how young and unsure the King really was. They were in the same boat. They both were unsure of this marriage, of the future, even of each other. Junho’s words rang in his mind:
“Gwador, as happy as I am to hear you, do not forget that he is young. He was thrown as a King only three summers before. He watched his father died, succumbing to illness and now darkness grew once again at the Kingdom of Kuveth. He had far too many things to handle for such young age.”
His brother was right. This King was young and he hid those insecurities by giving harsh commands and expected his words to be obeyed. And Junsu, in his own young years, had given in his own temper and did not think twice before rebuffing the King’s orders.
He was about to apologize to the King, to say that he regretted his words and actions, when the King suddenly slipped an oiled finger to his passage. Junsu cried out. He had not expected it. The finger then stilled, and the King kissed his skin. “Does it hurt?”
Junsu shook his head. “It does not, I was only surprised.”
The finger then began to move, slowly and then the second finger slipped. Junsu tried not to wince. He understood enough to know this was needed to make the penetration less painful, but still his breathing grew harsh. It was uncomfortable, and the awkward atmosphere between them grew worse. They were young after all, and did not have much (if any) experience of this before. They were only young men fumbling with each other.
Suddenly the fingers inside him touched something and Junsu cried out in pleasure. He could feel the King became tense as well. Junsu opened his eyes, and saw the King was looking at him. Curiosity mixed with concern shone in those eyes.
He raised a hand to touch the King’s neck and he whispered, “Please, take me.”
At first he knew the King was unsure, but Junsu could feel the King’s arousal pressed against his inner thigh. Few moments later he felt something blunt pressed against his opening and pushed in. Junsu cried out again. It hurt. The penetration really hurt. He could feel few tears were prickling against his eyes but he blinked them away.
He did not want to make the King more worried than he already was.
He calmed down his breathing and nodded, asking the King to move. The King’s arousal scraped against Junsu’s inner walls almost painfully, for it was not oiled well enough. But the King was in pure pleasure as Junsu heard him moan and the pace began to grow faster.
The Sevaecian Prince lay very still. He could not blame the King for enjoying this for he knew the King was still young and did not mind much of others. Still, Junsu hoped that he could take pleasure in it as well. The thrusts were inconstant, sometimes it hit Junsu’s pleasure spots and sometimes it didn’t.
The King groaned, his body trembled and Junsu felt the flesh swell before finally hot liquid spread inside him. Junsu sighed in relief. He himself had not reached his orgasm yet but somehow he was relieved that the King had stopped.
Few moments later he felt the King’s shaft pulled out. Their eyes met and Junsu noticed how the King’s eyes widened when he saw Junsu’s still half hard arousal. The King blushed in embarrassment, obviously ashamed that he had not brought his spouse to completion.
Junsu wanted to reassure the King that he was alright. And so he spoke once again without thinking. “It’s alright my King, you should go to sleep. Quel kaima.” The next moment, he regretted it. Junsu cursed himself in his mind. He should’ve spoken in different way. The King obviously interpreted his words as of an older man humoring a child, coaxing him with reassurance. Junsu was only few summers older than the King so why did he say such words?
He watched helplessly as the King looked away in shameful frown. The King then nodded tightly and proceeded to lay on his side of the bed, his back to Junsu.
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When the Anor had yet risen, Junsu was already awoken for he had very little sleep that night. His regretful words and the King’s expression plagued his dreams. What if he had offended the King? What if the King had refused to give aid? Although this as a political alliance, Sevaecian needed the support from the Kingdom of Cardonna more than anything. His people back in the Kingdom of Sevaecia had high hopes of him and so were his brother and father.
Ada, I might bring another disappointment to you.
Junsu sighed and rose from the bed. He gazed towards the sleeping form of the King and immediately regretted his own thoughts. No, he was a Prince from the Kingdom of Sevaecia. No matter how small his kingdom as compared to the Great Kingdom of Cardonna, Sevaecia was a prosperous kingdom. Its’ natural resources and fertile lands would bring great aids to Cardonna. There were bigger pictures to think of, this alliance would bring the two kingdoms together to face the Kingdom of Kuveth.
Just the thought of the dark Lord Maglor brought shivers to Junsu. If they were not successful, the whole Arda would be under the thumb of the Dark Lord, no one would be free from the darkness that was spreading. Evil, malice, cruelty would rule. There had already been rumors of dark creatures which had not walked the earth under sunlight before but now did. The Dark Lord Maglor was growing stronger with each passing days.
And the Kingdom of Cardonna would be the first to be struck, as it bordered directly with the Kingdom of Kuveth.
Junsu now understood how great the burdens that King Changmin carried must be. Not only the fate of Cardonna, but also that of whole of Arda, was in his hands. And him, Junsu, now as the King’s Consort, had power and abilities to share that burden, if the King allowed him to.
No matter what, Junsu was a Prince. He had his fair share of abilities to rule, although not as much as his brother who had been trained since birth as the First heir. Junsu’s passion lies with herbs and healing abilities, but he also knew how to wield a sword and knock a bow.
But first and foremost, his duty was with his people, not only the Sevaecians, but also the Cardonnans now. And for that, Junsu was determined to mend his fragile relationship with the King. If he could not have love in this political marriage, at least he was to have harmony with the King.
He could begin trying to pursue that from this very morning. Junsu gazed outside the window. Anor had risen now. In few moments the King’s manservant would come to dress the King and Junsu would have no chance to converse with him.
The Valar were on his side however, as at that moment, the King began to stir. “Good morning,” Junsu heard him say.
“Good morning, my Lord.”
The King sat on the bed, eyes were still heavy with sleep. “Had Anor risen?”
“Only just,” Junsu replied. He moved to the fireplace where the King’s robe was discarded near last night. He picked up the silk robe and walked closer towards the King. He held the robe open, waiting for the King to done in them. For a moment neither of them moved as their eyes met, but then the King took the robe and wore it. Junsu released a breath he did not realized he was holding.
The awkward silence returned between them. However this morning Junsu was determined for things to be different. His mind raveled, trying to find conversation subjects with the King, and the first thing that came to his mind was of Cair Andros. “My King, when do you leave for Cair Andros?”
Something akin to guilty passed through the King’s face. Junsu frowned. He had not asked if the King would leave again, but he asked of when, for he was already sure that the King would indeed leave. Why would it made the King feel guilty? But what Junsu heard next surprised him even more so.
“I apologize if it seems that I go to Cair Andros too often than not, but it is necessary for me to visit there,” replied the King.
Junsu was stunned. He had not expected the King to apologize. But it kindled hope for the Prince. Things might be improving after all. And so, he replied with appropriate words. “Perhaps, one day my King will be kind enough to take me there; as I am curious to see more of this Great Kingdom.”
The King gave him a small smile, obviously proud that Junsu was praising the Kingdom. The smile was polite and small, however it warmed Junsu’s heart. “Yes let us go there one day.”
“Hanon lle,” Junsu said truthfully. Things were going much better than he had thought. He did not dare much hope, but this light conversation and a promise to spend more time together had done wonders to his heart.
A knock came on the door. With a command from the King, the door was opened and came in the servants. Their eyes took in the rumpled sheets and the disheveled clothes, and Junsu knew they must be wondering whether the marriage had been consummated or not. The King reminded them to change the sheets, implying that yes the marriage had been consummated and was now legitimate. Junsu felt grateful, and he showed this by bowing his head to the King.
As he bowed, he did not see the look of curiosity and wonder that shone from the King’s eyes.
-End of Chapter Four-
Glossary:
Valar = gods
Arda = time/earth
Anor = sun
Ada = father
Gwador = brother
Quel Kaima = sleep well
Hanon lle = thank you
Author's Note: That NC-17 is soooooo awkward :-/ without a doubt the most awkward smut scene I've ever written DDDD8
Chapter Five
Encyclopedia | Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three
Main Pairing: Changmin x Junsu
Rating: PG in this chapter, NC-17 in later chapters
Warnings: male x male relationship, arranged marriage, Elvish references & languages
Disclaimer: I do not own either Super Junior/DBSK/JYJ
Summary: Elvish Kingdom!AU. In order to defend against the darkness that was spreading recently, Junsu as the Second Prince from the Kingdom of Sevaecia would have a political marriage with the First Prince from the Kingdom of Cardonna.
Cheers for muramatsu_aoi for beta-ing and helping me in constructing this AU! :)
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Author's Note: My work has doubled within this month as one of colleagues is resigning and his job practically falls to me. I've pulled a three all-nighters last week alone. So yeah, I don't have any time to write except for a few hundred words on weekends :( All my fics will be updated more irregularly as a result. Hope you all can understand. As much as I love fandoms, RL comes first.
Anyway, I won't yap for long. Please enjoy the fic and tell me what you think :D
Golden Rule
Chapter Four
By: Sharl
The Royal Chamber was magnificent. Decorated with the finest silks, thick fur rugs and beautiful tapestries, it was one of the most beautiful rooms Junsu had ever laid his eyes on. A huge four-poster bed was located at the center. It was made from dark oak and decorated with luxurious silk of reds, oranges and golden tones which mingled perfectly with the dark wood. Although the bed was covered in inviting golden sheets, to Junsu it seemed as cold as the snow outside.
The awkward atmosphere between him and the King hadn’t dissipated. The King had agreed on Junsu’s subtle request to retire earlier, knowing that this wedding needed to be consummated before it could be announced as legitimate. They had left the Hall of Heavenly Arch in silence, ignoring the hidden smiles and whispered comments from all the guests. No doubt they had thought it would be a passionate night between the newlyweds.
However everything was just the opposite. Few maids had followed them, helped them to prepare and left, closing the door behind them. There was a terrible awkward silence between Junsu and the King once the door at the Royal Chamber had been closed. They sat at the opposite ends of the bed. Neither of them dared to make the first move.
Junsu swallowed heavily. This was merely a political marriage but Junsu was determined to make the best of it for the sake of his people back in Sevaecia. And as such, this marriage had to be legitimate. He then gazed at the King, who was looking at the fireplace, seemingly lost in thought.
“My King? Do you feel well?”
The King gazed at him, a questioning look on his face although his eyes were glazed. He did not speak for a while. At last he replied, “Yes. Maybe I drank too much.”
That is a good thing, Junsu thought. A drunken man was always easily aroused. He moved towards the King, trying to hide the tremors in his body and painfully aware of the King’s eyes on him. Few steps later, Junsu now stood in front of his spouse -it was really strange to think that he now had one. It seemed only yesterday that he was in Sevaecia, joked with his teachers and played with Junho. But now he had a spouse.
Junsu watched as the King’s expression changed. A hint of understanding made its way to that handsome face and perhaps only now did the King realize what he was supposed to do. He gestured at Junsu to come closer until their knees touched. Then Junsu felt the King’s hand on the front of his robe, untying the sash the maids had tied.
His robe slipped from his shoulder and fell to the floor. The King’s eyes widened and the drunken glaze in his eyes was now mixed with desire. As the King moved closer and kiss Junsu’s abdomen, there was only one thought that crossed his mind: Valar, this is it.
With trembling hands he caressed the King’s cheek, somehow marveling at its softness. Junsu closed his eyes and suddenly he felt the room spun. When he opened his eyes the next moment, he was already on his back on the bed, the King hovered above him.
He then saw the fear in the King’s eyes. For the very first time that night Junsu was reminded once again of the trembling hands that touched his during the ceremony, of how young and unsure the King really was. They were in the same boat. They both were unsure of this marriage, of the future, even of each other. Junho’s words rang in his mind:
“Gwador, as happy as I am to hear you, do not forget that he is young. He was thrown as a King only three summers before. He watched his father died, succumbing to illness and now darkness grew once again at the Kingdom of Kuveth. He had far too many things to handle for such young age.”
His brother was right. This King was young and he hid those insecurities by giving harsh commands and expected his words to be obeyed. And Junsu, in his own young years, had given in his own temper and did not think twice before rebuffing the King’s orders.
He was about to apologize to the King, to say that he regretted his words and actions, when the King suddenly slipped an oiled finger to his passage. Junsu cried out. He had not expected it. The finger then stilled, and the King kissed his skin. “Does it hurt?”
Junsu shook his head. “It does not, I was only surprised.”
The finger then began to move, slowly and then the second finger slipped. Junsu tried not to wince. He understood enough to know this was needed to make the penetration less painful, but still his breathing grew harsh. It was uncomfortable, and the awkward atmosphere between them grew worse. They were young after all, and did not have much (if any) experience of this before. They were only young men fumbling with each other.
Suddenly the fingers inside him touched something and Junsu cried out in pleasure. He could feel the King became tense as well. Junsu opened his eyes, and saw the King was looking at him. Curiosity mixed with concern shone in those eyes.
He raised a hand to touch the King’s neck and he whispered, “Please, take me.”
At first he knew the King was unsure, but Junsu could feel the King’s arousal pressed against his inner thigh. Few moments later he felt something blunt pressed against his opening and pushed in. Junsu cried out again. It hurt. The penetration really hurt. He could feel few tears were prickling against his eyes but he blinked them away.
He did not want to make the King more worried than he already was.
He calmed down his breathing and nodded, asking the King to move. The King’s arousal scraped against Junsu’s inner walls almost painfully, for it was not oiled well enough. But the King was in pure pleasure as Junsu heard him moan and the pace began to grow faster.
The Sevaecian Prince lay very still. He could not blame the King for enjoying this for he knew the King was still young and did not mind much of others. Still, Junsu hoped that he could take pleasure in it as well. The thrusts were inconstant, sometimes it hit Junsu’s pleasure spots and sometimes it didn’t.
The King groaned, his body trembled and Junsu felt the flesh swell before finally hot liquid spread inside him. Junsu sighed in relief. He himself had not reached his orgasm yet but somehow he was relieved that the King had stopped.
Few moments later he felt the King’s shaft pulled out. Their eyes met and Junsu noticed how the King’s eyes widened when he saw Junsu’s still half hard arousal. The King blushed in embarrassment, obviously ashamed that he had not brought his spouse to completion.
Junsu wanted to reassure the King that he was alright. And so he spoke once again without thinking. “It’s alright my King, you should go to sleep. Quel kaima.” The next moment, he regretted it. Junsu cursed himself in his mind. He should’ve spoken in different way. The King obviously interpreted his words as of an older man humoring a child, coaxing him with reassurance. Junsu was only few summers older than the King so why did he say such words?
He watched helplessly as the King looked away in shameful frown. The King then nodded tightly and proceeded to lay on his side of the bed, his back to Junsu.
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When the Anor had yet risen, Junsu was already awoken for he had very little sleep that night. His regretful words and the King’s expression plagued his dreams. What if he had offended the King? What if the King had refused to give aid? Although this as a political alliance, Sevaecian needed the support from the Kingdom of Cardonna more than anything. His people back in the Kingdom of Sevaecia had high hopes of him and so were his brother and father.
Ada, I might bring another disappointment to you.
Junsu sighed and rose from the bed. He gazed towards the sleeping form of the King and immediately regretted his own thoughts. No, he was a Prince from the Kingdom of Sevaecia. No matter how small his kingdom as compared to the Great Kingdom of Cardonna, Sevaecia was a prosperous kingdom. Its’ natural resources and fertile lands would bring great aids to Cardonna. There were bigger pictures to think of, this alliance would bring the two kingdoms together to face the Kingdom of Kuveth.
Just the thought of the dark Lord Maglor brought shivers to Junsu. If they were not successful, the whole Arda would be under the thumb of the Dark Lord, no one would be free from the darkness that was spreading. Evil, malice, cruelty would rule. There had already been rumors of dark creatures which had not walked the earth under sunlight before but now did. The Dark Lord Maglor was growing stronger with each passing days.
And the Kingdom of Cardonna would be the first to be struck, as it bordered directly with the Kingdom of Kuveth.
Junsu now understood how great the burdens that King Changmin carried must be. Not only the fate of Cardonna, but also that of whole of Arda, was in his hands. And him, Junsu, now as the King’s Consort, had power and abilities to share that burden, if the King allowed him to.
No matter what, Junsu was a Prince. He had his fair share of abilities to rule, although not as much as his brother who had been trained since birth as the First heir. Junsu’s passion lies with herbs and healing abilities, but he also knew how to wield a sword and knock a bow.
But first and foremost, his duty was with his people, not only the Sevaecians, but also the Cardonnans now. And for that, Junsu was determined to mend his fragile relationship with the King. If he could not have love in this political marriage, at least he was to have harmony with the King.
He could begin trying to pursue that from this very morning. Junsu gazed outside the window. Anor had risen now. In few moments the King’s manservant would come to dress the King and Junsu would have no chance to converse with him.
The Valar were on his side however, as at that moment, the King began to stir. “Good morning,” Junsu heard him say.
“Good morning, my Lord.”
The King sat on the bed, eyes were still heavy with sleep. “Had Anor risen?”
“Only just,” Junsu replied. He moved to the fireplace where the King’s robe was discarded near last night. He picked up the silk robe and walked closer towards the King. He held the robe open, waiting for the King to done in them. For a moment neither of them moved as their eyes met, but then the King took the robe and wore it. Junsu released a breath he did not realized he was holding.
The awkward silence returned between them. However this morning Junsu was determined for things to be different. His mind raveled, trying to find conversation subjects with the King, and the first thing that came to his mind was of Cair Andros. “My King, when do you leave for Cair Andros?”
Something akin to guilty passed through the King’s face. Junsu frowned. He had not asked if the King would leave again, but he asked of when, for he was already sure that the King would indeed leave. Why would it made the King feel guilty? But what Junsu heard next surprised him even more so.
“I apologize if it seems that I go to Cair Andros too often than not, but it is necessary for me to visit there,” replied the King.
Junsu was stunned. He had not expected the King to apologize. But it kindled hope for the Prince. Things might be improving after all. And so, he replied with appropriate words. “Perhaps, one day my King will be kind enough to take me there; as I am curious to see more of this Great Kingdom.”
The King gave him a small smile, obviously proud that Junsu was praising the Kingdom. The smile was polite and small, however it warmed Junsu’s heart. “Yes let us go there one day.”
“Hanon lle,” Junsu said truthfully. Things were going much better than he had thought. He did not dare much hope, but this light conversation and a promise to spend more time together had done wonders to his heart.
A knock came on the door. With a command from the King, the door was opened and came in the servants. Their eyes took in the rumpled sheets and the disheveled clothes, and Junsu knew they must be wondering whether the marriage had been consummated or not. The King reminded them to change the sheets, implying that yes the marriage had been consummated and was now legitimate. Junsu felt grateful, and he showed this by bowing his head to the King.
As he bowed, he did not see the look of curiosity and wonder that shone from the King’s eyes.
-End of Chapter Four-
Glossary:
Valar = gods
Arda = time/earth
Anor = sun
Ada = father
Gwador = brother
Quel Kaima = sleep well
Hanon lle = thank you
Author's Note: That NC-17 is soooooo awkward :-/ without a doubt the most awkward smut scene I've ever written DDDD8
Chapter Five
Encyclopedia | Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three