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Against the Tide: Seventeenth Dal Segno (Ch.17)

Pairing: Poly OT8

•❥ Rating: Explicit (18+)

•❥ Genres: Heavy Angst, Action, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Fantasy

•❥ Series AU Tags: Demon Pirates, Supernatural, Poly Relationship (mxm), Past and Modern Day AU, Mythology Au, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, College Au, Rock Band Au, Happy Ending Endgame

•❥ Chapter Tws: Guilt, Mentions of Past Main Character Death, Reincarnation, Attempted Murder Mention, Exhaustion from Overworking, Blood, Injury, Panic Attack, PTSD

•❥ Chapter Sws: Intercurial Sex, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Pet Names, (Accidental) Flashing, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Many, Many Consent Checks, Mutual Masturbation, Consensual Penetrative Vine Sex, Consensual Aphrodisiac Nectar Use, BDSM Undertones, Protected Sex, Ruined Orgasms, Virginity Loss, Hints of Sub Space

•❥ WC: 12.7k+

•❥ A/N: I didn't intend for this to take a motherfucking YEAR to get out, but here we are. After several episodes(tm) and struggles later, we're here. Thank you for everyone who waited patiently or kept the excitement brewing through asks and the like. It means the world to me and I appreciate you all. Bonus points to anyone who reblogged and shared my work, yall are the realest mwah xoxo. Also, if you haven't yet, maybe check out my new universe Ataraxia while you wait for the next chapter?

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-Sunday, March 24th, 8am-

-228 Days Remain-

Hongjoong’s life was quickly becoming full of firsts.

Of all of them, he found waking up pressed against Yunho was definitely at the top of that list of new developments.

Though…he supposed this wasn't the first time.

This memory thing was going to be…complicated, he could tell.

With a frown, Hongjoong looked up, reaching to cup Yunho’s face gently. His breath came out in small, halted puffs, careful any given exhale would wake the taller man.

Yunho’s face twitched for a brief moment before he pressed into Hongjoong’s small hands, humming quietly.

Hongjoong worried his lip between his teeth, gently rubbing Yunho’s cheeks. The events of last night rolled through his mind, his cheeks darkening as he remembered his state of undress.

His thoughts caught up to him, reminding him of how his bath had gone.

🧼

"It's okay if you fall asleep, I'll be watching over you."

Hongjoong tiredly looked up, curled up in a towel Yunho had fetched for him, taking in the handsome man's features for the umpteenth time that evening.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a passing thought. One of the other men in the house could see him like this as Yunho walked down the hall. There wasn't any sense of urgency in the taller man's strides, and Hongjoong could imagine any moment one of the doors they were walking by would open and he'd have another pair of eyes on him.

….

His brain was too tired to process the way that thought alone made his heart flutter and hiccup in his chest.

Yunho finally got to the bathroom, setting him on the toilet seat and pressing a kiss to his head before moving to run the bath water. Hongjoong watched his backside, hugging the towel around himself as a small draft made goosebumps rise on his skin.

"Oh, darling you're shivering. Hold on-" Yunho, who must have turned to address him at some point and noticed his shivering, rushed over to the door once more.

"Yeosangie!"

Hongjoong’s eyes widened, his head snapping towards him as he heard the sound of rushing footsteps.

"Hm? Yu? What's wrong?" Yeosang’s gentle voice chimed in as he stood in front of the door. Yunho blocked the view of Hongjoong casually with his body as he smiled in greeting.

Yes, they had seen him naked countless times before, but this Hongjoong still had no clue about that and Yunho wanted to respect him as much as possible.

"Hi baby, I know it's late, but do you mind turning the heat up in the house? It's cold."

Yeosang smiled and nodded, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down for a chaste kiss.

"Anything else you need, puppy?"

Yunho glanced behind him, locking eyes with Hongjoong. He nearly snorted at the deer-in-headlights expression on his face before he looked back towards a patiently waiting Yeosang.

"Just some warm towels, if that's alright?"

Yeosang stole another kiss and nodded.

"It'll be there when you get out. Call me if you need anything else. Have a good night’s sleep, my love." Yeosang looked towards Yunho’s shoulder for a moment, where he knew Hongjoong was just beyond view. A selfish part of him wanted to see him. See the flustered mess Yunho had left him in.

The brunette doctor knew all of their bodies better than even they knew themselves.

It had been…entirely too long since he’d been able to think about any of those types of expressions on Hongjoong’s face after they'd lost him. Yeosang had promised to never use his foxfire to create a double of any being they'd lost, and he took that very seriously.

Though, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to split himself and make a Hongjoong copy on the particularly rough nights.

His resolve remained strong, however.

Hongjoong made him promise to never use his fire to "replace" the dead anymore and he'd be damned if he disrespected him and his memory like that by disobeying.

Guilt would swallow him whole if he did. Yeosang was sure of it.

He must have been clearly lost in his thoughts longer than expected, as a gentle kiss to his lips brought his focus back in front of him.

The ex prince looked up and flushed slightly.

"Sorry…zoned out. I'll get right on those things now." He once again glanced at Yunho’s shoulder before meeting his eyes.

"Give…give Cap a kiss for me please?" He whispered. Yunho nodded and smiled brightly.

"I'll give him kisses for all of us. Soon you can give him kisses yourself." He responded softly before backing into the bathroom.

Hongjoong looked up at him, flustered.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake anyone…"

"I called him. If anyone should be sorry, it's me. C’mon let's get you cleaned up."

Hongjoong quietly watched Yunho strip down, frowning when he noticed the brunette man was still half hard. A small sense of guilt overcame him as he stared.

"Joongie?"

"I'm sorry..you never..um..finished…" Hongjoong wished the floor could swallow him sooner than later at the surprised look Yunho gave him.

"Oh? Please don't worry. I'm not bothered by it."

Somehow that made the pianist feel worse, his frown settling in his features. If only he hadn't gotten tired they could have-

"Hongjoong."

Apprehensive eyes met kind ones as the two stared at each other.

"If it bothers you that much, we can fix it."

That's how, ten minutes later, Hongjoong ended up bent over the tub, gripping the edge as Yunho thrust between his thighs, his cock sliding between them as Hongjoong squeezed them close together.

Hongjoong’s head was spinning, once again finding himself really enjoying the size difference between the two of them. Yunho gripped his hips, balls slapping against his ass as he purred praises to Hongjoong

"You have mmm..such a hold on me, even your thighs can make me cum~"

Hongjoong’s thighs were probably red by now, his breath coming out in quick puffs as he held the tub. Yunho’s lips found their way to his neck again, kissing and nipping as he placed his palms over Hongjoong’s, holding his hands as his breathing began to come out irregularly.

Hongjoong looked behind him, catching and holding Yunho’s gaze as he rocked his hips back. Even while aroused, Yunho’s eyes held a warm and inviting gaze that made Hongjoong melt below him.

“Will you cum for me, Yunho?” The words slipped from his lips before he could think twice, though he almost looked away in embarrassment. Yunho let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and a whimper as he nodded his head, leaning closer and holding his hands a bit tighter. Hongjoong arched his back, his lips hovering below Yunho’s as he clenched his thighs tighter together.

“Then cum for me, Puppy.”

The oreo-haired pianist was grateful for Yunho’s firm hold on him. Had he not have had it, Hongjoong undoubtedly would have fallen over as Yunho’s hips worked faster, chasing the orgasm he’d gotten permission to have.

Hongjoong’s cheeks ignited as Yunho finally came between his legs, making a mess of his thighs as he rocked his hips, milking his own cock with Hongjoong’s thighs. Once he was finished, he pressed kisses onto Hongjoong’s shoulder, hugging him close and keeping him upright as he took in a long, steadying breath.

Hongjoong smiled and put his hands over Yunho’s, pride blooming in his chest that he could at least do this, since he’d ruined their previous endeavor in his mind.

As if sensing Hongjoong’s mind wandering, Yunho picked him up, kissing his head as he lowered his voice to a familiar tone that made him melt.

“C’mon. I promised you a bath. Let me give you one and we can get to bed.”

Hongjoong smiled and nodded, turning to steal a kiss as Yunho guided him into the tub.

🛁

While he was daydreaming, Hongjoong missed the signs of Yunho stirring. It made him startle when he finally focused back on the present and found Yunho’s tired eyes staring back at him.

“Good morning.”

Hongjoong flushed at the tone of voice before blinking at the cadence. It was slightly off, an accent that didn't match up to Yunho’s usual one. It also tumbled deeper, and Hongjoong realized it wasn’t Yunho at all.

“G..Geb?”

Icy eyes stared back at him as a kind smile stretched over the taller man’s face.

“You remembered me, as well? I’m very flattered. Good morning, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong blushed, his fingers twitching on Geb’s cheek. He wondered if he should let go for a moment, before biting his lip.

He still had so many questions

“You look like you have something on your mind.”

“I…this is just a lot to take in.”

“I can imagine. Is there anything I can do to ease your worries?”

Hongjoong wanted to ask questions. Get clarity. But part of him remembered the brain splitting headache he'd gotten last night.

Just wait. Yunho said he'd help.

“Hongjoong.”

His head snapped upwards and he looked into warm brown eyes, finding Yunho staring back at him in concern.

Yunho was in control now, reaching to caress him gently. Hongjoong found himself pressing more into his touch, eyes closing. The ex doctor gently ran his thumb over the apple of his cheek.

“How did you sleep?”

Yunho hummed, eyes drifting up as if pondering it seriously. Hongjoong poked his cheek, arching a brow at him as Yunho began to laugh.

“Yah, don’t make me anxious like that.”

Yunho laughed and turned to kiss the tip of his finger.

“I haven’t slept that well in a very long time. You could say I slept like a rock.” He beamed, mentally high 5ing the earthen god inside of him as Hongjoong stared at him, eyes squinted for a moment.

“Did…did you just make a rock pun?”

The sound of Yunho’s joyous laughter and Hongjoong’s half-hearted complaints carried down the hall as Cheese slowly lifted his head, shaking himself out as he moved to sit by the back door.

He didn't want to scare the new friend.

Outside, Mingi sat with his back to the home, fiddling with a leaf between his fingers. His mind swirled slightly, complex emotions mingling and tangling in his head, though outside, his face remained blank and neutral, counting the veins at the back of the leaf.

A hand appeared before him, holding a cup of coffee. He looked up, his thoughts quieting for a brief moment as his eyes met steel grey. He looked at the coffee, lips pursed.

“....”

“It’s cold out here and you’re up early. I made an extra cup for you.”

“....”

Seonghwa’s eyes looked towards the pavement below both of them for a moment before he knelt down and set the coffee cup on a wooden box Mingi was using for his gardening equipment.

Mingi’s eyes didn’t follow him.

“....I’ll be out today. I let the others know. If you need me, please contact me.”

Mingi turned to look at him out of the corner of his eyes as Seonghwa stood once more, hesitating for the briefest of moments before he turned on his heel and walked away.

Once the door was closed and Seonghwa’s form had disappeared from view, Mingi let his head thump back on the side of their home, looking up towards the sky.

‘If you need me.’

There were many clouds in the sky today.

-9am-

Hongjoong shuffled slightly as he sat at the kitchen table. Yunho had lent him one of his shirts, but he didn’t realize they would be eating out at the table with the other gentlemen of the house.

He…he would’ve put pants on.

Instead, he was acutely aware of the fact he was in a pastel pink sweater that left all of his collar out and exposed, bite marks still bright red and dotting his skin.

And he was completely cock and ass out underneath this damn thing.

At a time like this, Hongjoong was glad for his stature and that the size difference between him and Yunho had come in handy for something else other than his incredibly feral mind.

“Here you go, Hyung!”

Hongjoong looked up as Yeosang swooped into view, setting a plate in front of him. He looked down, eyes widening and his mouth watering as he noted the fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and both bacon and sausage taking up the plate. Yeosang smiled at him, seemingly to the moon at the way Hongjoong’s face lit up when he took his first bite.

“This is amazing!”

A twinge of pink came to Yeosang’s cheeks as he bowed slightly, hiding his gaze with his bangs before he set the second plate beside Yunho. The tallest of the trio smiled as well, reaching to lace his fingers through Yeosang’s silky-looking brunette hair. He pulled him in, kissing him slowly. The ex-prince made a muffled surprised noise before melting into the kiss, holding the small platter he used to bring their plates over close to his chest.

Hongjoong watched them out of the corner of his eyes, cheeks slightly bulging.

He’d wondered between all of the heated touches yesterday with Yunho, if there would come a time when he felt jealous of the other men his new boyfriend was in a relationship with. He’d acknowledged how ridiculously selfish that came off as, him being the new person to suddenly start dating their boyfriend, and to get jealous over his time spent with them…

But something deep within him made him feel that wouldn’t be a problem.

Instead, he felt a sense of relief wash over him.

Aside from Wooyoung and San, he admittedly, hadn’t seen any of the eight men being overly affectionate with one another, at least not in front of him. While he was well aware some people just preferred to keep those things private-his sister with Chan or Changkyun with Jooheon, for example-something about the demeanor of the men seemed…strained and it made him quite sad.

But now, for this kiss Hongjoong was realizing he had been staring at for way too long, the pianist felt happiness bloom. A small voice in his mind sighed in relief.

‘They’re okay…’

Hongjoong blinked and sat up straighter, looking away with a deep blush. Regardless, he should stop staring. He’d hate to have to explain why he’s looking so hard at the two kissing beside him. Or, worse yet, come off as jealous when he’s just gotten into this relationship of his.

He turned his gaze back up front and immediately choked.

Ass.

A very fine and very toned ass, he might add.

God, is this it? Is this the day Hongjoong fucking dies?

He pounded on his chest, coughing as he realized it was Jongho. The pair of briefs he had on clung to his ass for dear life while he half turned to look in Hongjoong’s direction, arching a single brow.

“You okay, Ca-Hyung?” He corrected himself, watching as Hongjoong wheezed, covering his mouth. Yunho immediately broke away from Yeosang, eyes wide as he flew over to get behind Hongjoong.

Suddenly, his chair was pulled out and he felt himself get lifted as Yunho’s arms came around to pick him up.

“Hold on, I got you!”

Now, Hongjoong had been trained for a significant portion of his life on how to fight and defend himself. He had certain instincts that were in him. Including when being suddenly grabbed from behind.

One of the said instincts is to immediately try and break free of said grab.

The moment Yunho slightly lifted his bare feet from the ground, Hongjoong’s lower body immediately jolted, his hands flying up to grab onto Yunho’s hands.

He instantly regretted the decision when he felt the ends of his shirt go up, completely flashing everyone in the room.

Of course, as soon as he had flashed everyone, Mingi stepped inside.

Yunho paused, eyes wide as Hongjoong's feet dangled an inch above the floor.

"U..uh…did I get it?" Yunho quietly inquired as Hongjoong went red to the tips of his ears.

"YUNHO PUT ME DOWN."

Yunho set him down immediately, clearing his throat as Hongjoong plopped down in the chair, covering his face.

Jongho tilted his head to the side before looking down at his state of undress, tā moko and scars adorning his muscular frame.

Ah, was the Captain embarrassed by his nudity?

'If that's his reaction right now, maybe we should be naked next time and really give him something to look at.'

'SHUT UP.'

While Jongho didn't blush at the initial incident, his face darkened at the notion ever so slightly, thrown off at the idea.

'Are you fucking BLUSHING? Right in front of me? We're CONSTANTLY naked in front of our lovers.'

'I should have killed you holy shit shut up shut up-'

'.....'

The silence in Jongho’s mind immediately made him on edge and once he felt the fractured god inside of him smirk, he knew he was in for some bullshit.

'Ah. I know what it is. How long has it been since the baby bear has felt the intimate touch of his lovers, hm? Does it make you flustered to think of their eyes on you? Wanting and needing your touch? I'm inside of you, Jongho. I know exactly how pent up you are. And the little Captain is just as loud as we always remember, maybe we should-’

“Oh my gods-”Jongho’s minor outburst startled Hongjoong before he excused himself, storming down the hall, cheeks darkened as he cursed Whiro out in Maori.

Hongjoong peeked through his fingers, watching the youngest leave before deflating slightly, feeling like he was the cause. Mingi grabbed a plate quietly and thanked Yeosang before leaving, as well. He passed San without a word as he headed up to his room.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry-” Hongjoong mumbled into his palms, his face once again ignited. Yunho rubbed the back of his own neck, putting an arm over Hongjoong.

“S-sorry I misunderstood and thought you were choking-”

Yeosang looked the two men over and laughed behind his hand. They still had a ways to go, but the chaos of the morning had reminded him of days since past.

“Don’t worry, we’re a house full of men, it’s not like it's something we haven’t seen before.” He smiled as Hongjoong turned his gaze to him and from the stove, San turned and rose a brow.

“Wh…what? What just happened?”

-12pm-

Hongjoong fidgeted as he sat in the passenger’s side seat, Yunho had driven him home, but for the first time in his life, Hongjoong hesitated to go to his own home.

He wanted to stay with Yunho longer.

As if he’d picked up Hongjoong’s silent conflict, Yunho leaned down to lightly kiss his temple.

“Do you want me to come inside? It's Sunday, so I don’t have to rush home. If you’d like me to stick around a bit.”

Hongjoong shook his head, worrying his lip between his teeth.

“N-no it's okay, I should probably let you go so you can spend time with the others…I’m still so sorry about this morning I didn’t mean to-”

Yunho looked into his eyes for a while before he chuckled and ruffled his hair.

“I know it was a bit chaotic, but I doubt any of them actually mind. I’ll go for tonight but Hyung,” He lifted Hongjoong’s chin, kissing him slowly and slightly crowding him against the door. When they separated, Hongjoong’s face had once again turned a brilliant shade of pink.

“I look forward to the next time I get to fall asleep with you in my arms.” He sent him a wink, followed by a smile that lit his face up, laughing as Hongjoong lightly swatted at his chest.

“F-flirt!” He grabbed his bag and quickly exited the car, hugging the coat Yunho had lent him close to his chest. He looked up his driveway, slowly blinking when he found the front blinds pulled up and several pairs of eyes staring at them. He coughed and made his way up the driveway, barely able to reach the front door before it swung open and he was yanked inside by his friends.

"AH FUCK-" he let out quite an undignified scream as his friends began to chatter around him.

“Okay spill.”

“Holy shit, who’s clothes are those?”

“Goodness he bit you the fuck up, didn’t he, I didn’t take him for that much of a biter-”

Hongjoong’s head spun as all of his friends began to chatter all at once. Eventually he raised his voice over the confusing babbel, making them all quiet down instantly.

“Okay! Holy shit, one question at a time.”

The group paused for a moment before Yeonjun cleared their throat.

“When the hell did you start liking the puppy dude?”

Hongjoong scratched the back of his neck. It wasn’t a complicated question. It had to have been in the last month or so.

But still…from those images…those…memories? It would make sense to say he’d liked him all along.

Liked? Loved. He loved him. A lifetime’s worth of love.

Though Hongjoong was sure if he dropped suddenly he'd been in love with someone who, in the eyes of his best friends, he'd only met a month ago, he'd have a lot more chaos erupt in this foyer.

He still had to get to the bottom of what was happening.

The more he tried to rationalize those thoughts and fit them neatly in his mind under a certain label, the more he felt painful radio static crackle and pierce into his head.

‘Not now. There’s too much missing.’

“I..um…I guess this past month or so? He’s really cool and I vibe with him well.” Hongjoong muttered, satisfied when the crackle in his mind subsided. It really did seem like he needed to wait before he could unravel more of…whatever this is.

How frustrating.

Chungha handed him a cup of white peach tea, gently nodding toward the living room.

“Guys, you all like, swarmed him as soon as he opened the door, let him get inside and sit down before you start grilling him.” She lightly scolded them. Yeonjun, Felix, and Chan pouted ever so slightly while Changkyun gently put his hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder.

“C’mon, you must be tired.”

Hongjoong smiled and made his way into the living room, sitting down and taking a sip. A smile lit up his face and Chan looked at the marks all over his neck.

“You didn’t get hurt, right? Everything was consensual?” His voice was even, though Hongjoong could tell by his body language he was in his ‘protective big brother’ mode. It brought a smile to his face as he nodded.

“...Yeah. A little bit surprising but everything that happened was with consent. He was very sweet and careful about that.”

Chan’s demeanor relaxed considerably and Felix let out an audible sigh from beside him.

“Oh good, he’s not some tall ass, sex-hungry creep.”

Hongjoong sent him an incredulous look as Chungha elbowed him. Yeonjun and Changkyun laughed at either side of him before the former stopped abruptly, grabbing Hongjoong’s hands and looking into his eyes.

“Okay so. How was it?”

Hongjoong stared.

“How…was…what?? Exactly?”

Yeonjun arched a brow.

“His stroke game, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong’s face ignited and he immediately swiped at Yeonjun’s head, letting out an indignant noise.

“YOU CAN’T JUST ASK THAT.”

“I mean, I just did. Whether or not you feel comfortable disclosing is a different conversation.” They responded, yipping and rubbing their head when Chungha smacked them with the top of her house slipper.

“Again, he just got in the house, stop interrogating him!” She scolded them before she looked at Hongjoong.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. It came as a surprise, but you’re safe and happy and that’s all I could ever ask for. I meant what I said, though. If he hurts you, I’m going to break his dick. In half.” She smiled sweetly at the cold threat, all the others in the room shuddering visibly at the phantom pain of the threat.

“It’s okay I’m actually…I need some…advice?”

They all looked at him and he moved his gaze to the floor, fidgeting with his bracelet. He blinked, noticing his birthmark had gotten a bit darker.

Huh. Had he gotten a bruise somewhere?

Anyway-

“I uh…we almost?? Had sex but I kind of..chickened out. Um..help?” Hongjoong liked to think he was pretty good at sorting his thoughts out, but he’d be lying if he said this entire situation hadn’t thrown him ass over head and left his thoughts in a spiral.

All of his friends blinked owlishly at him before Chan stood.

“This is weird, I’m gonna grab a water and I’ll be back.” He spoke quickly, ejecting himself from the conversation completely as Felix snorted beside him. Hongjoong’s cheeks, for the nth time that day, once again darkened in color.

A fair response from Chan, to be honest. The older performer was basically his brother and he could imagine how weird and off-guard the question had taken him by.

Changkyun rolled his eyes half-heartedly and hip checked Yeonjun out of the way from their position in front of Hongjoong on the floor. He sat with his legs pretzel style and sent him a kind, mature smile.

“What exactly are you asking for help with? Initiation? Prep? Foreplay?”

Hongjoong coughed and dodged the pillow Chungha had hurled over his head to hit Felix.

“Stop laughing! He’s already flustered!”

Hongjoong silently wished a hole would open up in the ground and swallow him. He’d had many conversations with his close friends and even his siblings that were downright embarrassing, but he’d never been the focus of any of them.

Now that he thought about it…Hongjoong couldn’t recall a single time he had been romantically or sexually interested in anyone until now.

The revelation hit him like a sack of bricks, and his lips parted ever so slightly.

“Holy shit.”

Changkyun blinked before gently nudging his knee to bring him back down to earth. Hongjoong jolted ever so slightly before clearing his throat.

“Sorry, erm….all of it? We came close last night but…he took the lead and guided me through all of it. I feel…a bit bad because I stopped right before we’d gone all the way and even though he was super nice and patient with me I-”

The laughter around him died and he felt a gentle hand comb through his mismatched hair. Yeonjun moved to sit beside him and continued petting him slowly, the teasing glint in their eyes completely gone.

“Honey, do you want advice because you want to have sex with him or are you trying just because you feel bad it didn’t happen?” They inquired, searching Hongjoong’s eyes as he turned his head.

While he did feel bad that he hadn’t done nearly as much for Yunho as he’d felt the taller man had done for him, Hongjoong couldn’t help but to roll those images through his head.

Of a time before this. A time when they had laid together, entangled in each other, body and soul. Melded together so close it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.

He didn’t want that feeling to stay in his dreams.

“I want it. I just don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” He admitted. Seemingly, his friends breathed a collective sigh of relief before Changkyun grabbed his attention.

“Okay, so I’m gonna explain some things, it’s going to be traumatizing for all of us, and we’re gonna come out of this with some confidence.”

A smile came to his face as his comment ripped a laugh from Hongjoong’s throat. The others soon followed suit as he rolled out of his position on the floor and stomped into the kitchen.

“Christopher Bang Chan you get in here and help us with the communal suffering or so help me-”

The peels of laughter increased in volume at the faux shriek Chan let out when Changkyun came for him. Slowly, Hongjoong’s anxiety ebbed away.

He wished Siyeon was here to help him with the rest of his close friends, but for now, he’d take the help wherever he could get it.

-1pm-

-Namsan Mountain Park-

“Thank you for meeting with me. I hope I didn’t inconvenience you.”

The sound of a can opening fills the small break in conversation before a small laugh followed it.

“Hardly. It was only a matter of time before one of you asked me to talk to you. I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

Seonghwa looked at the tattooed hand that had stretched out to him before taking the melon-flavored carbonated drink offered to him. Across from him, sat the Ishihara patriarch himself, not at all uncomfortable by the sudden summon from the ex prince.

That probably made things a lot easier.

“Excuse my bluntness, but I want as many answers as possible.” Seonghwa continued, taking a small sip of the drink. His brows went up for a moment before he took a bigger one, drawing a laugh from the man across from him.

“I’ll answer what I can. Do understand I won’t be able to answer some of them just yet.”

Seonghwa’s lips pursed in disapproval for a moment before he sighed and looked him in the eyes.

“Who are you?”

“Apollo, god of the sun, amongst other things.” Miyavi shrugged a shoulder, as if that had been the simplest thing in the world.

Seonghwa slow blinked, staring at him for a beat of silence before he took another thoughtful sip of his drink.

“Please don’t think I don’t appreciate it, but how is it that the God of the Sun came to be the adoptive father of our Captain?”

Miyavi tapped his chin ever so slightly before he smiled.

“Your little pirate captain approached me centuries ago in Delphi. Something about him moved me, and I felt the urge to make his time there enjoyable. I wonder, do you all remember the hidden orchid you found? The wolf that led you deeper? That was me. I’m glad you enjoyed your time, by the way, I don’t let just anyone in there, you know.” he adjusted some of the rings on his fingers, letting the words sink and click into place in Seonghwa’s mind. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before he was continuing, his eyes never leaving the god’s face.

“That’s not all of it, surely.”

“Not at all. I suppose you can call her my…cousin? Of sorts? The daughters of Poseidon, Charybdis and Scylla were disturbed by you all, it seems. Something about a stolen object. I did my best that night, I truly did, but was stopped up in Olympus from intervening. An offense had taken place and the girls had, technically, every right to be enraged. Especially after the slaying of Charybdis.”

Seonghwa’s expression soured.

“Are you saying we’re at fault?”

“The one who took the rod, mostly. But still. That’s beside the point now. I spent time trying to locate his soul, and it wasn’t easy. Siyeon had ended up being the catalyst piece here. She’s a witch and began worshiping the Sun. I heard her. Well, so did some others. Had to call in a few favors and almost got stabbed by Amaterasu, but I attuned myself to her worship because I saw her in an old prophecy. She led me right to Hongjoong, but unfortunately, time had already run out before I could make any significant moves into figuring out how to reverse the curse. I made a deal with my…step mother, I suppose I can call her, and was able to pin down where this latest Hongjoong had been reborn and Melody and I decided the best thing to do was to insert ourselves into his life to guide and protect him as best we can. This is…the only chance I have to assist you.” he looked away, and Seonghwa knew there was something else.

Across from them, a bird faltered as it took flight.

“,,,,Your step mother…I assume you mean Hera?” he inquired.

Miyavi nodded, downing the rest of his own drink before he tossed the can into a bin a good distance from where they sat.

“....doesn’t she hate you?”

“With a burning passion. Tried to kill me and my sister Artemis as soon as we were born.”

Seonghwa had an ever growing pit in his stomach. Part of him wanted to stop asking questions, just leave it be, there’s no need or reason to probe any deeper, just leave it. Focus on Hongjoong focus on the pace they're working at, it's chaotic enough just LEAVE it-

“It’s not as easy as it should be anymore, is it?”

Miyavi chuckled and looked at him out of the corner of his eye, a small glint in his eye confirming more than any words ever could. Seonghwa’s brows furrowed and he let his shoulders drop.

“Don’t do that. No matter how bad it gets, don’t ever let yourself feel defeated before you’ve fought. You’ve searched high and low for him and now he’s in front of you. You have a literal god helping you. Well, several, if you count the Egyptian and Māori ones tagging along with your group. I would say the odds are in your favor. I’ll continue to help as much as I can.” Miyavi offered kindly, looking at Seonghwa like he did his own children. Seonghwa’s brows remained furrowed.

“What am I supposed to do? This is far beyond what I can handle.”

“You used to be a tactician, right? You’re now the captain of the crew while Hongjoong remains unawake. You can think of something. Besides, you’re not alone. From what Siyeon reported, you all have learned and attempted Mnemosyne’s trials.”

Seonghwa nodded, tapping his bottom lip before he blinked.

Right.

The Trials.

“Siyeon told us your children have come close to completing the Trials before. How?”

Miyavi hummed and leaned back in his seat, laughing.

“Those three are probably just as determined as you all are to help their brother. I feel…a bit like a bad father for having my children grow up learning such violent things, but it’s for the best that they know how to fight and defend themselves if things go south.”

“...so they’re not human.”

“No, not at all. No one in the family is. Is that really much of a surprise?”

Seonghwa thought back to the first time he’d encountered Yuta and the overwhelming killing intent behind his movements.

How he nearly missed the knife against his throat and hadn’t seen or felt the man come in the room at all.

Miyavi watched the look on his face before standing, putting his hands in his pockets.

“We’re approaching territory that I cannot go into now. Ideally, I’d like you not to look at my children maliciously. They’re all doing their best too, seeing as mommy dearest upstairs drug them into this mess as a condition against me.” he began walking down a grassy path, not looking back.

The rustle of clothes behind him assured him Seonghwa was following anyway.

“....against you. That doesn’t sound like allies.”

Miyavi sent him a look.

“They’re my children, First Mate Seonghwa.”

“I’m just reading into what you said, Apollo, God of the Sun.”

Miyavi ran a hand through his hair, shattered pieces of a prophecy not fully foretold flashing through his mind.

Scales, broken chains, a full moon, bloodied feathers.

“Let’s put it this way. Should you fail, a bit more is at stake than just Hongjoong’s reincarnation.”

He heard Seonghwa’s footsteps slow behind him before they hastened once more, the tall ex pirate appearing right beside him.

".....do I want to know what that means?"

Miyavi hummed, watching the clouds above them.

"The end of the world. Probably."

".....I'm sorry, what?"

-🐺-

"Achoo."

"Ah, bless you, Sis."

Suzuka quietly thanked Hongjoong as she walked over, touching his forehead.

"....feeling better?"

Hongjoong laughed and scratched his head. When his siblings had returned, they were met with the sound of flustered squabbling and banter.

The eldest Ishihara sibling watched her youngest brother sit with his face in his hands, cheeks bright red as his shoulders shook with laughter as Yeonjun and Chan yelled above his head.

"I'M SAYING HE NEEDS A POLE, CHRIS."

"HE'S LOSING HIS VIRGINITY, NOT LEARNING TO BE A POLE DANCER, YEONJUN. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO POLE DANCE"

"WE CAN TAKE LESSONS."

"We? Are you suddenly French?! Who is we?!"

Changkyun held his sides, wiping away a tear as he looked at the two.

"I'm not driving anyone to the hospital, by the way." He added playfully as the two continued their outlandish discourse.

"HE NEEDS TO KNOW HOW TO THROW HIS ASS BACK, CHRIS. HE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH TO WORK WITH."

"I DON'T NEED THESE VISUALS, YEONJUN. I REALLY DON'T NEED THE VISUALS OF ANY OF YOU ON A POLE!"

".....Just for that, I'm buying a pole and I'm gonna learn a routine for your birthday and you have to support me unless you suck eggs."

"I hope you bust your ass, I truly do."

Yeonjun let out a scandalized gasp.

"Excuuuuuse you?!"

Yuta slow blinked at them, hands in his pockets while Moa shrugged and set down the bags of takeout food they'd brought home with them.

The scent of food made the bickering come to an abrupt and comical end, both Chan and Yeonjun stopped mid-playful shouting match once the aroma wafted past them.

Suzuka’s lips quirked up as they promptly gravitated towards the table, peeking into the boxes while Chungha grabbed plates.

"Oh good, you got something to shut these two loveable idiots up." She let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. Both of them huffed indignantly while Felix made his way into the kitchen first, grateful for the break in the bickering around him.

Hongjoong joined him, looking out of the window and smiling as he noticed a few snowflakes falling from the sky. Felix looked at him out of the corner of his eye, gently touching his shoulder.

"I'm not really good at this compared to them, but whatever you do, make sure you do it safely. Above all else, you come first. Uh. Emotionally. You're coming emotionally. First. Um. That was phrased really weirdly, ew-" he shuddered and Hongjoong snorted, covering his mouth to stifle the rest of his laughter as he looked at Felix with an understanding twinkle in his eyes.

"I got you. I feel a bit better after talking to everyone, don't worry." He smiled. Felix relaxed and moved to go to sit at the table.

Hongjoong looked out of the window, noticing a lone blue bird fly by before he turned to get dinner.

-❄️-

"You look pale, Hwa."

Seonghwa’s head snapped up, the ink from his pen bleeding as he held it in place on the paper in front of him. He looked at the ruined formation he had been drawing out before sighing, lifting his gaze up to meet Wooyoung’s.

"A-are you okay? You look really intense." He muttered. Seonghwa ran his hand through his hair, the words escaping him.

It took him much longer than Wooyoung had ever seen him take to finally find the words, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips first.

"I just…I want everyone to be okay." It wasn't the most elegant statement, but the tired tone in his voice made Wooyoung’s heart sink into his shoes.

"I'm sorry." He muttered softly.

Seonghwa shook his head, putting the pen down as he stood.

"It's my fault. I'll figure something out. I have to." He moved past Wooyoung, kissing the top of his head and sending him a small smile.

"I love you."

Wooyoung stared back, worried.

"I love you too…"

Seonghwa kissed him once before he turned and left him alone in the room to make tea.

Wooyoung looked down at the crumpled pieces of paper littering the floor for a while, turning and leaving quietly.

-🐉-

Drip…drip….drip…

Joong stared as the dragon before him rumbled, blood dribbling from his massive head.

He'd done it. It was small, nearly inconsequential, but he had finally done it.

There was a crack.

The beast's chest rose and fell harshly as he rested. The blood was from a spot on the center of his forehead where he'd begun bashing it against the crystal in a frenzy out of nowhere.

Joong had been through a lot of shit in his life. He'd had motorcyclists hold him up, felt the chill of blades against his throat and been followed home by unhappy riders with big egos who didn't appreciate his brand of snark.

Never once in his life did he feel as terrified as he did right now.

He wanted to run. Something told him he didn't want to know where this was going. He didn't know when this began and wanted to be nowhere near it when it ended.

But on another hand, he was frozen in place.

It was him. Inside that crystal was undoubtedly him. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of hell he was in. Every depiction he'd heard about purgatory was vastly different than this. Joong couldn't even tell if he was in hell.

Drip…drip…

The dragon shifted, opening its eyes once more. His lip curled up as he looked at the crystal.

"You can't keep me out forever. This is all YOUR fault. All you had to do was be a good little pawn and obey me. But no. Instead, you defy me and get BOTH of us trapped in this hell. When I free myself, there will be hell to pay."

He shook his head, droplets of shimmering blood landing on the crystal as he curled up, seemingly tired out. Joong kept deathly still, heart thundering in his chest as he felt his bangs shift with every exhale of the resting dragon.

Idly, he wondered where the other beast had slinked off to and what the full story behind the three of them was.

He looked up once more, waiting until the dragon was asleep-or at least he hoped to whatever higher power would listen that he was-before he slowly crawled out of the silk of his tail for the first time. He kept his steps quiet as he stood in front of the crystal, gently extending a hand and placing it over the outside.

He definitely was some kind of sailor, given his tattered attire. Joong scanned as much as he could, not liking the idea of him being out in the open in front of the mad dragon behind him for too long.

His eyes wandered downwards and he cringed at the wounds littered all over the man's arms, torso, and legs.

They were deep, like the fangs of a rabid beast.

All at once, he felt like something had slammed into his temple, images flooding his mind.

"Protect our crew….find me later."

Joong held his head, nearly screaming at the splitting feeling that coursed through him

"I love you all….so much."

He snapped his head up, looking up at the face of his double in the crystal.

Had his eyes always been cracked open like that?

Joong panted, staring at the motionless man, more questions emerging in his head. Behind him, the dragon shifted and he quickly made his way back into his hiding place, heart thundering once more.

From within the crystal, The Captain watched him rush out of his line of sight.

'I'm…so tired of being alone.'

-Monday, March 25th, 11am-

-227 Days Remain-

"Are your friends…okay today?" Yunho inquired, looking down at Hongjoong in amusement. The pianist looked around his frame, brow twitching slightly at the sight of his friends not so subtly playing hooky in lieu of watching over them.

"What the hell do they expect us to do? Fuck in an elevator or something?" Hongjoong hissed, tapping his foot. Yunho blinked owlishly before tapping his cheek.

"I feel like that's a really familiar concept…I'm keeping condoms on me so we can try it if you want."

Hongjoong nearly tripped as he whirled his head around to look at him.

"Yunho?!"

"What? I'll happily receive, if you're nervous."

Hongjoong did a double take, staring at the unbothered doctor as he walked beside him. He lowered his voice to a whisper.

"You're not…at all flustered by any of this?"

Yunho hummed, pausing and rubbing his chin for a moment.

"Mm…no, not really. I never have been. But that's just me." Yunho placed a hand over Hongjoong’s head, smiling softly.

"Really, it's fine if you're nervous or unsure. We don't have to do anything. I'm just happy you're here and you remember Geb and I." He spoke honestly, placing a hand in front of Hongjoong’s chest and summoning a rose so the others couldn't see. It had no thorns and Yunho carefully tucked it behind his ear.

Hongjoong smiled and smiled as they ducked into the library.

Maybe with the continued reassurance, he could finally calm his chaotic thoughts and focus on preparing himself.

Except. That isn't at all what happened.

In fact, a different chain of thoughts weasel their way into his brain as he reads the same paragraph over and over again for the third time.

Yunho, lips curled up in that kind way, rose pink dusting his cheeks as his thighs fell open like a flower blooming.

The arch of his back, the strain of the sheets below his palm as he tugged at them, the groans and breathless keens of Hongjoong’s name.

"Right there, you know how we like it, don't you~? Keep moving your hips just-ngh!-just like that. Hongjoong~ Hongjoong!"

"Hongjoong?"

The musician startled, looking up at Yunho with wide eyes. The doctor blinked at him before his eyes travel down.

The evidence of Hongjoong’s wandering thoughts is obvious.

Hongjoong feels shame and embarrassment wash over him, but Yunho only let out a gentle exhale, a soft fruit-scented sigh as he leaned over and pressed his lips to Hongjoong’s.

It wasn't demanding or frantic, just a slow connection that somehow made him feel grounded once again. Yunho didn't escalate it further, cautious of their setting as he peppered Hongjoong’s lips in kisses.

"I can't properly articulate how damn good it feels to know you can't get us out of your mind."

Hongjoong flushed.

Us.

His brain was especially traitorous today. Imagining rough calloused hands running down his spine, pressing down, the pop and crack of his back nearly making him moan more than the cock nestled deep inside of him, a voice speaking in his ear in a language he didn't know but it sent goosebumps down his spine, nonetheless.

"Geb," Hongjoong muttered under his breath. Another chuckle slipped from Yunho’s lips, though it was different, deeper.

Hongjoong shuddered.

"Do not strain yourself. We're not going anywhere."

Hongjoong cleared his throat, beet red, and looked at Geb’s ice blue eye, the other one remaining Yunho’s usual kind brown color.

That's right. They shared. They were exceptional at it.

Compared to…?

Were there any others Hongjoong knew about that had…well, a whole separate entity living inside of them?

Warm hands cupped his cheek and drew his focus in once more.

"How about you come home with us again? Let's try something a bit different tonight." Yunho hummed, smiling softly as he leaned in for a kiss. Hongjoong’s eyes nearly closed fully before Yunho’s lips brushed past his cheek as he leaned into his ear.

"I'll be using my powers a bit tonight. I hope that's alright." He whispered before pulling away. Hongjoong nearly chased after his lips before he caught himself, clearing his throat.

Yunho smiled, satisfied, and leaned away from him, going back to the book in front of him.

Neither of them were really reading a damn thing on those pages.

🎕┈┈┈┈

When Hongjoong stepped into Yunho’s home after they’d gotten finished studying, he was met with the smell of simmering meat.

He instinctively turned towards the kitchen, hearing sizzling.

It was…so familiar, this scent.

Yunho put his hand at the small of his back and smiled down at him.

“Do you want to go see what Mingi and Yeosang are cooking, or do you want to go straight upstairs?” He inquired. Hongjoong glanced again before he rubbed his neck.

“Is it okay? I don’t want to intrude.” He admitted. Yunho nearly told him ‘of course you can’ without hesitation, but he caught himself. He’d seen the occasional concerned glances.

Hongjoong definitely knew Mingi was cautious around him.

Respecting that, Yunho told him to wait, striding into the kitchen and beaming at the ex prince and boatswain that darted around each other. Yeosang’s tails were out on full display, occasionally brushing along the exposed skin of Mingi’s abdomen or back as the shirtless man measured spices.

That being said, the kitsune currently had a one-track-mind, as evidenced by the shriek that he let out when he turned and saw Yunho looming just a few feet from him.

Mingi tensed in an instant, a white knuckled grip on a knife and his eyes flashing purple before he paused, blinking at Yunho in realization as Yeosang held his chest.

“Oh my god, Yunho what the fu-”

“Are you okay?!” Hongjoong rushed in after the scream, blinking in surprise when his eyes landed on Yeosang.

All four men stared at each other like deer in headlights. Yeosang stood slowly, unable to hide the fact his massive, silken tails had been visible to the pianist.

He still dispelled them, though.

“Uh…hi?” He sheepishly greeted, hoping Hongjoong wouldn’t have another painful headache because of him.

Hongjoong slow blinked, looking from him, to Mingi, and finally, Yunho.

“....is everyone alright?” He questioned slowly. Yeosang nodded, wondering if he was going to ask. Hongjoong’s shoulders relaxed, and he looked towards Yeosang once more.

“....they were really pretty.” He complimented. Yeosang blushed and opened his mouth to ask him if he remembered anything, but he stopped short, watching as Hongjoong went rigid.

“Cheese smells food! Cheese would like to taste test the food now!”

Anything Yeosang had to say was gone the moment Cheese came bounding into the room, barking excitedly. Hongjoong’s eyes went wide as Cheese jumped up, putting his paws on Mingi’s chest.

“Cheese has been a very good Cheese! Cheese would now like some of your quality spiced meats now!”

To Hongjoong, all he could hear was barking.

Barking and the ocean.

-It’s so loud. The splashing.

He can almost feel it, fangs biting into him.

When he inhales water fills his lungs-

Yunho took his hand and sent an apologetic look to Yeosang and Mingi, tugging Hongjoong away before he could have a panic attack. He could feel the pianist’s hand getting clammy in his own.

“Hongjoong, look at me, hey.”

Yunho turned, gently cupping his forearms. Hongjoong looked up at him, mouth opening, but nothing came out. It broke the doctor’s heart, but he didn’t show it, instead pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Breathe with me. Take your time.”

He instructed him gently, and once Hongjoong had gathered his bearings, he realized he was seated in Yunho’s room, his head nestled in the crook of the doctor’s neck.

“I…I’m okay. Sorry.” He muttered. Yunho kissed his head and pulled back, smiling softly at him.

“It’s alright. How about we take it easy tonight? I’ll check up on dinner in a bit and maybe we watch a movie?”

Hongjoong frowned. It was clearly obvious Yunho intended to try initiating something intimate when he invited him over after the library and Hongjoong felt like once again, he’d let the taller man down.

“I-..we can still…”He hated how clammy he felt, frustrated with himself over his phobia and ‘ruining’ his and Yunho’s moment for the second time. Yunho looked at his expression and shook his head.

“I’m not here to force or pressure you, Hongjoong. Ever. I know you’re afraid of dogs and I should have checked to see where Cheese was before we came in.” Yunho quietly took responsibility, but Hongjoong’s brow only furrowed deeper.

“He shouldn’t be locked up in a room in his own house because I’m over.” He muttered, eyes fixed on his own hands.

He felt the beginnings of a headache coming on, a split-like feeling right in the center of his forehead, but he grit his teeth, anger spiking.

He was…unreasonably angry, and spot on his chest, out of sight, shimmered for a moment.

What the hell does he have to be so afraid of?

Yunho startled when Hongjoong stood abruptly, jaw set. He cast him a worried look and Hongjoong marched out of the room, heading back downstairs with Yunho hot on his heels.

“Hongjoong? Cap-Uh-wait!” Yunho stumbled, missing a step as Hongjoong stormed back into the kitchen, Mingi looked up, a spoon in hand and a curious look on his face as Hongjoong looked about.

“....you good?” He inquired, arching a brow. Hongjoong glanced around the room once more before pursing his lips. His gaze drifted over to the canine on the floor and Cheese perked.

“Oh, Cheese did not know Captain would come back, Cheese will leave-oh there is a hand in Cheese’s face.”

Cheese blinked and sniffed as Hongjoong put a shaky hand before Cheese’s nose. Yunho finally caught up, blinking in surprise before he put his hand at the small of Hongjong’s back.

“Cheese, wanna make a friend? Can you be nice and give kisses?” Yunho inquired. Cheese perked and sat up on his haunches, sniffing Hongjoong’s hand more.

“Of course Cheese can be nice! Cheese is a valuable member of the crew-oh. Oh! The Captain smells of many souls. This confuses Cheese.” Cheese gently licked his hand, pressing his head into Hongjoong’s palm shortly after. Mingi and Yunho’s eyebrows rose as Hongjoong shakily cooed to the dog.

“G-good boy…such a handsome boy…” Hongjoong stuttered, slowly relaxing thanks to Cheese’s surprising calmness.

Yeosang came back into the kitchen, blinking in surprise at the return of the pianist. He looked at Yunho and Mingi, tilting his head at them both and the perplexed looks on their faces.

“Definately….He smells of blood…lotus…some kind of leather…fire…? And the ocean. He smells a lot like the ocean. Oh, and amber. Its an interesting combination for Cheese. Cheese smells at least three…nnn..no, four souls.”

All of them stared at the Jindo in shock as he gruffawed and keened, lifting his head to accept scratches from Hongjoong. The young man had slowly relaxed, smiling and pressing his head together with the dog’s once Cheese gave him a lick to the cheek.

“Thank you…sorry, I just…I hate feeling so afraid. There’s no need to be. Not of this little guy, right Cheese?” Hongjoong beamed, smiling as Cheese let out a small, mini howl in delight and wagged his tail.

“No problem…are you feeling alright?” Yeosang inquired, looking down at Hongjoong. He hadn’t the slightest clue on where to begin when it came to unpacking what the dog had told them, but he’d save that brain crunch for later, instead wanting to focus on the matter at hand.

“I feel…a lot better than I did before. I really appreciate you all being so patient with me in these moments of weakness.”

The three of them stared at him. Such a simple phrase, but they’d heard it before, knew it well.

When their Captain thrashed in his sleep, when he reached blindly and cried for his fallen mother. When the hooks of nightmarish slumber pushed down on his lungs and made it hard to breathe, they’d be there. He always said the same thing, wiping away his tears in frustration.

“Ah…what kind of Capt’n am I? Making my crew worry about me like that. I’m sorry, it was a moment of weakness. Thank you for pullin’ me out of it.”

Mingi looked away, his fingers tapping against the counter in front of him while Yunho gently put his arm around him, pulling Hongjoong close to him and kissing his head. Yeosang gently came closer and reached, taking Hongjoong’s hands. He brought them to his lips, kissing his knuckles softly.

“You can lean on us, Hongjoong. We all could use an attitude adjustment, but I promise, we’re a lot more reliable than we look.” Yeosang spoke against the skin of his hands. Slowly, he lifted his gaze up to Hongjoong’s, taking in the flustered flush that crept up the man’s neck. He stared at him, lips parted in surprise.

“I- Oh, Thank you, Yeosang.”

Yeosang let his hands go and smiled, motioning for the two to leave the kitchen.

“Now shoo. Dinner won’t be done for a while. Find something more interesting to occupy your time with.” He urged.

Yunho mouthed a ‘thank you’ over Hongjoong’s head, leaning to kiss Mingi’s cheek and Yeosang’s birthmark before he picked the pianist up.

“C’mon, you nearly gave me a heart attack running out so suddenly.” He lightly scolded, taking Hongjoong back upstairs.

Hongjoong flushed, rubbing his neck in embarrassment, but Yunho simply pulled him in for a kiss, pressing their heads together.

“Do you want to continue?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to continue because you want to?”

“Yes.”

Hongjoong was frustrated with everyone treating him like he’d break, but he understood well the position he was in. As much as he got flustered and even embarrassed by the coddling, at least he knew both his friends and his boyfriend cared about his comfort.

Yunho smiled and stole another kiss, cupping both of Hongjoong’s cheeks and teasing his piercing with his own tongue, lightly tugging at the ball. Hongjoong whimpered into his lips, pressing himself against him, his hips twitching as he felt himself grow harder in his loose-fitting pants.

When Yunho broke the kiss, there was a completely different look in his eyes, one that made Hongjoong shudder in need as the taller man took a step back, pulling his shirt over his head. He tossed it aside and worked on the button of his jeans, smiling at Hongjoong as he followed his every move with his eyes.

“Have a seat there,” He pointed to the rolling chair he had near a desk adorned with plants and notes. Hongjoong sat himself down, his eyes locking onto the scar on Yunho’s abdomen before he bit his lip lightly, noticing Yunho tugging the waistband of his pants down, his cock springing out moments later.

Hongjoong was proud of himself for not letting out any of the noises of want that so desperately wanted to slip free from his mouth.

He was not, however, able to keep back the gasp of surprise when Yunho wrapped a vine around the chair and pulled him in closer, until he was at the end of the bed staring doe eyed as the doctor situated himself in the middle.

“What…what exactly are we doing, aga-...”Hongjoong trailed off, eyes drifting between Yunho’s legs as the doctor spread them apart, fully on display in front of him. Everything he had in mind died in his throat as he eyed Yunho with a want that made his fingers twitch.

“I want you to watch me, watch us, if that’s alright?” He instructed, running a hand down his torso before wrapping it around his cock. Hongjoong didn’t brave trying to speak again, worried he’d sound like a fool as he followed every stroke and upward curve of Yunho’s hand.

“Geb, it’s okay. I don’t think he minds.” Yunho moaned, smiling as he felt the fractured god take over part of his body, smooth vines wrapping around his legs, pulling them wider apart so he couldn’t close them and hide anything from the view of their Captain.

“Hongjoong, I think you’ll delight in knowing we’ve gotten quite sensitive. Look here,” Geb rumbled, thin vines curling around and rolling Yunho’s nipples until they hardened into buds. Yunho shuddered and moaned, bucking into his own hand.

“I wonder if you recall how needy we can get when it comes to this. It’s been many moons and we’ve even perfected the right mix for our nectar. Isn’t that right, Yunho? Should we show him?”

Yunho whimpered, nearly closing his eyes in pleasure. Both of them turned ice blue and Geb tutted as he opened them back fully.

“Come, now, Yunho. Don’t look away from him.” Geb scolded. Yunho groaned and lifted his hips, clenching on nothing at the mere thought of what was to come.

Hongjoong pushed his own pants down past his thigh, laughing in disbelief as he watched a vine thicker and smoother than the one teasing Yunho’s nipples appeared, dribbling something translucent and sweet-smelling over Yunho’s asshole.

“How often do you play with yourself like this, Yunho? If you two have perfected it, how many nights did it take?” He asked without thinking, smiling at the way Yunho’s hips twitched.

“I-nn-I’ve lost count…I just let Geb guide and feel around for what’s best-ah!” He choked on his own voice as he bucked, feeling his own vine push into him, coated in the aphrodisiac-like nectar.

Hongjoong bit his lip, grabbing his own cock and pumping in time with Yunho’s as Geb chuckled and growled into the room.

“My, it’s been too long. We’ve been neglecting ourselves. He’s tight, Hongjoong. Practically sucking in our vines and it’s still not enough, is it?” He let out a faux sympathetic sigh, more vines wrapping around Yunho’s thick thighs, kneading and gripping them as he fucked himself. The god wasn’t sure if the doctor even knew he’d given up control of their vines a few minutes ago, letting him control his (well, technically their) pleasure.

Hongjoong kicked his pants off and away from himself, moaning as he watched Yunho arch and stroke himself faster, softly moaning Hongjoong’s name.

The bed dipped, and the two-toned man joined him, crawling up on his hands and knees and licking up Yunho’s balls, past the length of his cock, over his fingers, before kissing the head of his weeping cock.

“H-Hongjoong-”

“Don’t stop. You wanted to show me, right?” He whispered, putting his head on Yunho’s thigh, his breath fanning over Yunho’s cock and his stuffed hole.

Yunho sucked his lip in and trembled, making the vine thicker inside of himself, mirroring the size he knew his smaller lover was. He moaned and arched his back, eyes nearly rolling back as he felt thick, warm nectar electrify his very being.

“That’s it, pretty boy. I’m here. Show me up close how beautiful you look when you cum.” Hongjoong sighed lovingly, reaching to rub around Yunho’s stuffed rim, smiling when he jolted upwards.

“Fuck! Ngh-!”

Hongjoong was honestly curious, and clearly was thinking with the head between his legs instead of the one between his shoulders as he leaned down and ran his tongue over both the vine as it pulled out, and the rim of Yunho’s hole, catching some of the nectar on his tongue.

Yunho’s thighs flexed, and had it not have been for the vines and Geb’s quiet monitoring of their play, he might have snapped them shut. His body trembled, a mixture of several languages spilling from his lips as he chased his orgasm, eyes blown wide with lust as he watched Hongjoong.

He found his mouth running far faster than his brain could catch up with.

“Hongjoong, please-” He whimpered, eyes rolling as he felt his own vine push against his prostate. Hongjoong looked up at his face, tilting his head.

“What is it, baby? What’s wrong?”

Yunho didn’t have an ounce of embarrassment in his body, looking at him with his lips swollen from self biting, panting like he’d ran a marathon, reaching to run a hand through Hongjoong’s hair.

“I want…mmmnn…I want you…please? I’ll even wait for you I just- please-” He groaned, his hand speeding up on his cock before he stopped abruptly, stilling the vine in his ass and ruining his orgasm. Hongjoong bit his lip and sat up, watching as veins throbbed on Yunho’s cock, thighs, hands, neck, and temple, straining as he tried to force himself down from his ruined ecstasy.

“Where’s the condoms you bought?” Hongjoong whispered. Excitement and a flicker of anxiety ran through him, but he found the former beating out the latter as Yunho shakily sent a vine to grab one of the two boxes he’d bought yesterday. Hongjoong took it, tearing the package and rolling it down his cock.

He crawled up until they could press their foreheads together, his palms splayed out on the bed sheets at either side of Yunho’s ribs. They held each other’s gaze, and Yunho simply smiled, guiding Hongjoong’s cock down to his hole after sliding the messy vine out of himself.

Hongjoong looked down between them, slowly pressing his hips down and gasping softly as he felt Yunho’s tight and slick walls grip him.

Both men groaned into the plant-filled room. Yunho gripped his cock tight, forcing down another orgasm as he looked at where they were joined, a dazed and joyful curl of his lips making Hongjoong growl above him.

“Y-Yunho, don’t clench so tight, baby. I can b-barely move-” Hongjoong moaned, pressing biting kisses down Yunho’s neck. The doctor groaned and let his head roll to the side, his cock making a mess of his abs.

“I…mmm I can’t help it, you don’t have to go slow.” He urged, trying to rock his hips. Hongjoong opened his mouth to tell him he didn’t want to hurt him, but Yunho leaned into his ear, running his hand through his hair.

“I like the stretch. Go faster.” He purred, moaning in delight when Hongjoong kissed him with fervor, working up a steady pace. Yunho sucked on his tongue and moaned in approval, stroking himself at an off-beat tempo.

Hongjoong was hyperaware of every sound once more.

Every slap of their hips together, every slick sound of Yunho’s cock in his hand, every filthy smack of their lips in their kiss, all of it made Hongjoong’s body feel like sparks were trailing through his veins.

“That’s it~ Mmn, you’re so eager, I think you remember our body well, Hongjoong. You’re making such a…mmm…delightful expression, does it feel that good?” Geb moaned, the triangle covering Yunho’s eye once more as they both looked up at Hongjoong.

The pianist sucked in a breath and rolled his hips down and to the left, smiling as his memory served right, listening as both of them let out a swear of surprise. His lips quirked as he slowed his hips down immediately afterwards. Yunho looked at him in surprise, opening his mouth, but Hongjoong cut him off.

“I want to try the vine, too. At the same time.”

Even the god was caught off guard, but they recovered quickly, with a vine dribbling sweet nectar between the musician’s cheeks.

Yunho smiled and reached around his frame, holding his cheeks open as Hongjoong resumed his thrusts. Hongjoong sighed against Yunho’s skin as he felt the tip of it press into his hole.

“Nice and slow, Joongie.”

Hongjoong’s hips stuttered for only a moment as the slick tip pushed into him, a groan of surprise spilling from his lips. It certainly was bigger than Yunho’s fingers, but not enough to knock the wind out of him, and soon he found his rhythm again, grinding into Yunho at a deep, slow pace.

“Right there, right there yes nngh!” Yunho arched, nearly covering his mouth at the shaky gasp that spilled from his lips, catching himself off guard. Hongjoong noticed and grit his teeth, sweat rolling down his brow as he took his hand and pulled it away, lacing their fingers together and staring down into his eyes.

Yunho looked up, holding his gaze as he gradually thickened and curved the vine inside of Hongjoong, smiling as Hongjoong let out his own cry of delight, feeling it rub right against his prostate.

Hongjoong looked down, and like before, felt that phantom feeling of rocking on a boat as he rolled his hips downwards, his bangs sticking to his forehead.

Yunho…felt as good as he’d always did.

He always stared at him with those big brown eyes, deep with love and eager for more.

Always…

“I love you.” Hongjoong panted, grabbing handfuls of the sheets as he looked down at Yunho. The doctor’s lips parted in surprise and he opened his mouth to respond, but Hongjoong kissed him feverishly, swallowing his moans as he sped up, reaching between them to stroke Yunho. The doctor’s hand had halted in surprise, but now it wrapped around the bars of the bed above his head as he arched his back, pretty notes falling past his lips as he looked up at Hongjoong.

“C’mon, cum with me baby, I’m so close, please I need it I was good, I was good, please-” He slipped up, his mind melting as he sped up the vine in Hongjoong, wanting him to join him in the climbing ecstasy.

Hongjoong’s eyes widened before he smiled, leaning into his ear.

“You’re so good, Yunho. You’re so good for me, for us.” He cooed, biting the shell of his ear when he heard Yunho’s breath hitch. He stroked him faster, surprised at himself and the strong need to make the doctor fall apart first.

“You and Geb are so good. Is this what I missed? Hm? You look beautiful like this. I-I don’t think I can hold back, baby. Hold me, go faster, we’re gonna cum together.” He groaned, feeling his hips ache in a way he was familiar with from performing, but with a blanket of pleasure running up and down his spine as the nectar ran down his rim and his balls.

“Thank you, thank you, I love you, right there-AH!”

Yunho arched his back and forced himself to keep his eyes open, biting his lip as Hongjoong’s expression matched his. Stars dotted his vision and he clenched tight, his body taught as he finally came with a loud cry, thick splurts making a mess of his and Hongjoong’s abs. Hongjoong smiled and kissed him, rocking back and forth desperately.

Between the tightness of Yunho’s trembling body and the dizzying pleasure of the vine in his ass, Hongjoong didn’t stand a chance, hugging Yunho and moaning into the heated skin of his neck as he came inside of the condom.

“Y-Yunho-”

He shuddered, staying in his arms and holding him as both of them tried to force air back into their lungs. The vine retreated, and Hongjoong flushed, feeling thick pearls of nectar roll out. Did he need that much lubrication? Probably not, but it gave him a hungry feeling for the real thing that made his heart skip.

Good thing both of them were already blushing from head to toe.

Yunho groaned, muscles sore as he wrapped his arms around Hongjoong, sending him a thousand watt smile.

“You did…phenomenally. I hope I feel it for days.” He mused, closing his eyes and letting his head thump against the pillow, a blissed smile on his face. Hongjoong blushed and looked down between them.

“Yunho, we should clean up. We’re covered in sweat, cum, and nectar.”

“Mmm. Gimme a moment. I’m basking.”

Hongjoong sent him a flat look before he playfully rolled his eyes, putting his head on Yunho’s chest.

He supposed it wasn’t too bad to rest for a bit more.

Just a little.

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Once they were out of earshot, Yeosang sighed softly, shoulders slumping. Mingi looked at him out of the corner of his eye before looking down at Cheese.

“You said you smelled four souls inside of him?”

Cheese looked up and nodded, letting out a big yawn before sprawling onto the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

“One is his. The scents Cheese told you about are the ones Cheese smelled in them. Amber-Cheese thinks that is his soul, it is the strongest smelling. Then bloody lotus, fire and leather, and the ocean. The ocean scent is the faintest. Like it’s fading.”

Both of their eyes widened and Mingi clenched his fists so hard, he had crescents in his palms.

“Captain…are you…are you still in there?” He whispered without thinking. Yeosang tapped his lip and paced the room, eyes fixed on the tiles as he tried to process the gravity of their findings.

He shook his head, ruffling his hair, and turned to Mingi instead, walking over to gently tuck himself in the taller immortal's arms.

"Are you okay, Mingi?"

Mingi wrapped his arms around him, conflict swirling in his mind.

"I…I don't know."

Yeosang gave him a squeeze and looked into his eyes.

"It's okay not to know right now. We can navigate through this together. It's confusing as all hell. But, what matters to me right now," he gently kissed Mingi and leaned back so he could stare into his eyes.

"Is that all of my loves are full and taken care of. Do you want dessert made? I can start." He offered, rubbing Mingi’s cheeks. Mingi looked at him for a long time before putting his hands over Yeosang’s.

"Would…would you still love me if I wasn't the same me you've always known?"

Yeosang pressed his lips together before he exhaled softly.

"I would."

"How do you know?"

"The you in front of me isn't the you from centuries ago. The me in front of you isn't the me from centuries ago. None of us have escaped the touch of pain and time. Just because we do not deteriorate or change physically doesn't mean we haven't changed emotionally and mentally." Yeosang closed his eyes and hummed.

"It's…been hard and there's an awful rift between us that hurts so much…but I still love you. I still love everyone. Mingi," he pulled the taller man into a hug.

"If…if you don't still love me…or us…that's within your right. I'm not going to force you. I just…I'll do everything in my power to help you and everyone smile again. I can do that."

Mingi felt his heart clench in pain, hugging him tight.

"I do love you!” He spoke hurriedly, worried he’d offended the ex prince by his venting. Yeosang didn’t say a word, gently petting his hair and smiling softly, waiting for him to continue after he gave him a small, encouraging nod. Mingi worried his lip between his teeth.

“I…I want things to go back to before. I want everyone back. I'm so tired." He whispered, his eyes cast at the ground.

Yeosang rubbed his back, gently kissing his cheek. He felt his heart squeeze.

He was also to blame for this, he knew inaction and fear spoke just as loud as action and hostility.

His upbringing taught him better than to be a bystander, and still he let the others and Mingi down.

"I'm…sorry I haven't done enough to protect you. Is…is there anything I can do? Or…is it too late? It's just us, you can be honest with me." Yeosang felt his own tears well up as he looked at Mingi. The taller man sucked in a breath and looked at him for a long time.

"I…I have a lot I need to get off my chest…right now, I need someone to talk to. If…if it's alright?" He whispered. Yeosang smiled and kissed his knuckles.

"I'll turn the fire off and we can take a walk so no one interrupts. Is that alright? We can bring Cheese." He offered. Mingi looked at him and then the dog and nodded once.

"Thank you, Yeosang. I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry, Mingi. Here, I'll grab your coat."

Mingi cast a look at the kitchen before he took a breath and looked down at Cheese, smiling as the dog nudged his thigh.

“Cheese does not know what happened, but Cheese loves his family and will provide excellent emotional support!”

Mingi exhaled, laughing wetly before he heard Yeosang approach with his coat, handing it to him with a worried look settled in his brow.

“Shall we go, Mingi?” He inquired. Mingi nodded, grabbing Cheese’s leash and grabbing Yeosang’s hand within his own shaking one.

“I’m coming. I’ll lead the way.”

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