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The space station was flooded with people from all corners of the known galaxy. One of the human government’s many long-abandoned projects, it sat decrepit and defiled next to the moon it orbited. Those from less savoury pockets of society had taken the opportunity it presented and filled it to the brim. Gangs, murderers, dealers, common thieves…
Pirates.
Ages ago, before humans even knew of their intergalactic neighbours, pirates ruled the seas of their planet. Constantly at war with the scattered and constantly squabbling kingdoms of their time, pirates were a fear of every ship that took to water. It took centuries of development to extinguish the scourge.
Until the time came that the humans swapped their primitive ships for ones that could reach the stars.
The ship berthed without issue. If you were to find its manual, it was a pretty standard merchant’s vessel. But as it stood in the vacuum of space, it was unrecognisable from the shining picture taken from a communicator. Perhaps a dozen weapon launchers had been added onto it, each one customised so that whatever ship unlucky enough to get in its path would surely be turned into scrap metal. The ship had a monstrous quality to it, a hazardous and dangerous nature. It’s captain was as unhinged as itself, and it was no mistake that the common filth of the space station parted like the red sea when he made his entrance.
Everyone and their mother knew about Kim Hongjoong. That scrappy boy from SS-1117, the doomed space settlement ravaged by the Rivu. The one that turned himself from a common slave into one of the most notorious pirates in the quadrant. The world was so big now, so utterly unimaginable in scope by most intelligent species (the ones foolish and unevolved enough to have run-ins with pirates in the first place). Each sector had its own kings, its own gods. Sure, governments could spring up here and there, try and make some sense of the chaos, but their attempts were even more pitiful than those of ancient earth.
There was no one, singular pirate king. No one, sole entity, could claim such a title. For a universe so vast, so expanded with tens of thousands of species, how could anyone find the time to even first build the throne?
Kim Hongjoong advanced past the entrance bay. He was covered in his typical dark and practical attire, and he would blend in well with the people of his surroundings if it weren’t for their looks of apprehension, and the unmistakable aura of danger that he carried everywhere his feet took him.
His eyes had a spark about them. Something that drew you in, but not in a good way. It was in the way that you couldn’t tear yourself from, like a missile that was seconds from impact into an unsuspecting ship, or a pit fight that was more than won, the victor needlessly beating their competitor to a bloody, unrecognisable pulp. That was Kim Hongjoong’s eyes.
The people knew it, and they stayed away.
There was no one, true king. But if there was ever to be a war for one, many would bet on him being the victor.
There was anger in his eyes, as there often was. His right and left hand men flanked him on either side, expressions blank and stony as they held their dominant hands intimidatingly over their phasers.
They went from section to section of the space station, past all the rubble, past all the crude stalls and lone pickpockets, until Hongjoong was where he wanted to be.
Music filled his ears, the dull, repetitive beat of some DJ’s work. The strobe lights flashed blues and purples and reds. The people inside the establishment were less openly fearful of him than those in the streets, but they still took note of his appearance and adjusted accordingly.
He made his way to the bar, fingers itching for one of the sweet cocktails that his favourite boy was so good at making.
“Hongjoong!” It was the first sincere smile he had received since probably the last time he was there. Hongjoong nodded back at Yeosang as he sat.
As if by sheer coincidence, every other patron surrounding Yeosang’s bar scooted away, suddenly much more interested in the rest of the club.
“Your usual?” Yeosang said, hands busy wiping a single glass from under the bar.
Hongjoong had cursed out other bartenders before in other stations. His hands had inched towards the phaser at his side with an unnerving certainty, all for bartenders that tried to flirt with him. Yeosang definitely came close a few times, but the boy always managed to just barely escape Hongjoong’s infamous temper.
He was lucky he made such good drinks.
“Yes.” Hongjoong said, voice clipped. He didn’t thank Yeosang when the drink was deposited in front of him, only slid him the credits wordlessly with the hand that wasn’t instantly wrapped around the drink.
He drank quickly, and he drank recklessly.
Frequency and time had added up to a high tolerance, and he was halfway through his fourth drink, the same anger and rage stewing, when another man occupied the chair next to him. Yeosang startled.
“Can I get you anything?” The bartender asked, but it was not without a significant glance at Hongjoong.
Hongjoong tensed. His knuckles grew white around his glass. There was only one fool brave enough to sit next to Kim Hongjoong in this quarter. Especially a Kim Hongjoong that was already a few drinks in.
The man relayed his request, voice soft like velvet. Yeosang turned into a flurry of action, face growing tense as he set about his task.
“What brings you here, Hongjoong?” Park Seonghwa said. Hongjoong looked at him, out of the corner of his eye.
Park Seonghwa was everything out of a sordid tale. It was difficult to tell which he was more famous for: his beauty or his cruelty. He was the son of one of the most feared and notorious pirates ever known. The son of a man that had betrayed dozens, stolen from hundreds…
Sold thousands.
Where Hongjoong’s ship was old and scrappy, rusted and beaten, Seonghwa’s was pristine. It was an elite warship, purchased right from the factory with stolen money. Seonghwa’s entire territory was won with the riches of privilege, the blood of thousands dead before he was old enough to even ride a simple hovercraft.
Seonghwa was donned in a long, luxurious coat. His dark hair looked pristine, not a hair out of place. Hongjoong’s had grown long and ragged, short at the front but the back reaching down to his neck.
They were both pirates, notorious for light years around, but they were opposites in near about every other way. Where Hongjoong was wild, unhinged, never doing anything anyone could anticipate, Seonghwa was controlled, ruthless, calculated.
Two entirely different strategies. Two polar opposites. But despite it all, they still shared the same title.
Not quite a king of pirates, but still above the rest. Above the rest of the filth. Only one of them was born in his place, and the other had worked until he bled to pull himself free of the muck that dirtied his shoes.
Hongjoong said nothing to the other man, choosing instead to down his drink. The heat in his chest, the unquelled rage, still simmered underneath his skin.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” Seonghwa asked. Hongjoong’s head whipped to the side, glare thunderous.
He pictured killing Seonghwa in a hundred different ways. Stabbing, choking, plucking out his eyes-
“Go fuck yourself, it doesn’t concern you.” Hongjoong glowered.
“I heard about what you did in Akad.” Seonghwa’s melodic voice continued unabated. “They’ll be cleaning up the mess for months.”
“Beat you.” Hongjoong said. The other man tilted his head to the side, posture perfect and eyes interested.
“You did.” He said. “And I won’t let it happen again.”
Hongjoong chucked lowly.
“That’s what you always say,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper. Seonghwa inched closer to catch the words, and Hongjoong knew he had him again.
“...and yet you always lose.”
Half an hour later, and the two are in the lowly bartender’s cramped living quarters. Yeosang had no sooner given Hongjoong his key with a shaky hand than the two had disappeared.
“Your coat looks fucking stupid.” Hongjoong complained, grabbing the other man’s offensive garment with two hands before pushing him into the locked door.
He had pushed hard, and Seonghwa let out a light gasp as his head hit the hard metal door.
“Then you had better remove it from me.” Seonghwa uttered. He looked at Hongjoong like he was a piece of meat, something to be devoured.
Hongjoong’s top lip curled up in disgust. At the same time, a wash of heat curled through his lower belly.
Hongjoong didn’t need any more words of encouragement. He tore at the item of clothing in question, pulling it until it lay heaped up on the floor. Underneath it, Seonghwa was wearing a long sleeved shirt, uniformly dark in colour. It stopped below his neck, hinting at a collarbone, and Hongjoong launched himself at him.
Seonghwa’s gasp filled the room as Hongjoong’s lips met his neck. And it was not a lover’s kiss. It was rough, and feral, and cruel, just like Hongjoong.
Seonghwa shuddered, and Hongjoong could feel it, the way he made the other man shiver. He bit down into the sweet neck, offered so willingly to him, until he was certain a bruise would form. Hands touched Seonghwa’s sides, Seonghwa’s chest, up and through Seonghwa’s hair.
For all the man had looked moments ago like he was going to be the one to consume Hongjoong, it was now he that was reduced to a pathetic mess of moans and shudders. The knowledge of what Hongjoong had so thoroughly turned this powerful man into made Hongjoong’s breaths quicken and his cock grow stiff in his pants.
It was only when Hongjoong bit down particularly hard, when Seonghwa cursed and grabbed at Hongjoong’s own neck, that Hongjoong let go. Hongjoong’s eyes sparked with an unending and unremorseful ferocity, red tainting his lips and teeth.
“You’re crazy.” Seonghwa accused, hands tightening around Hongjoong’s neck. Hongjoong smiled, toothily and fiendish.
“It’s why you love me.” Hongjoong giggled, eyes raking Seonghwa’s form up and down.
Love. A word so wrong, so anathema for the act they were committing upon one another, each time they crossed paths.
“Get in the bed.” Seonghwa ordered. “Now.”
“Make me.” Hongjoong challenged.
Hongjoong challenged. And, like clockwork, he got what he wanted.
Seonghwa’s hands were tightening once more around his airway. Hongjoong spluttered, breaths stopping and head growing heavy. His hands latched onto Seonghwa’s forearms, fingernails pressing hard into the material of Seonghwa’s shirt.
Seonghwa inched forward until their lips met. He quite literally stole the last of Hongjoong’s breaths, plush lips soft, yet demanding.
It had always been one of Hongjoong’s favourite parts, kissing Seonghwa. He would take the secret to his grave. The way the other man’s lips and tongue made him feel. The way that, despite Seonghwa’s harsh actions, he kissed like a lover.
Hongjoong felt his feet move. He was being pushed backwards. The grip he held on Seonghwa’s forearms tightened, but it was no use. His body bounced slightly as it made contact with the bed, and he had no time at all to react before Seonghwa was all over him.
Seonghwa grabbed at his coat, pulling Hongjoong’s upper half up until it was removed from him. His stained, worn t-shirt was next. Seonghwa didn’t waste time, hands and tongue travelling all over the skin that had been exposed to him.
Hongjoong could still taste Seonghwa’s blood in his mouth as he bit down on his bottom lip. Hard. It was all he could do to stop himself from making any noise as Seonghwa’s mouth found a nipple. It was something new, yet familiar, a challenge they had done countless times before.
The challenge to make Hongjoong give in.
Seonghwa’s tongue danced around the nub, and Hongjoong tensed as pleasure raked across his skin. The pirate’s hand found Hongjoong’s other nipple, and Hongjoong keened under his breath as both of them were assaulted. Teeth pressed against his skin, and the pain they brought made Hongjoong’s body feel as though it was on fire.
“I fucking hate you.” The words tore hoarsely through Hongjoong’s abused throat, and they made Seonghwa chuckle. The man’s head rose, lips suctioning and pulling on Hongjoong’s nipple as he lifted his eyes to meet Hongjoong’s.
Hongjoong’s toes tensed in his boots as Seonghwa let go, and he could see how red the other man had left the nub.
“Already? Proclamations of hatred?” Seonghwa’s voice had dropped a register, arousal evident already. “And we haven’t even gotten all of your clothes off yet.”
“Shut up.” Hongjoong glared, a hand latching onto Seonghwa’s perfect hair. He had mussed it a fair bit already, but he took pleasure in making sure that the ever-so poised and put-together man’s hair looked as messy and dishevelled as Hongjoong’s own.
Seonghwa smirked.
“Hurry up and suck me off. Now.” Hongjoong ordered.
Seonghwa’s hands inched down. They were cool to the touch, and they made Hongjoong’s stomach twitch as they moved to the top of Hongjoong’s pants.
“As you wish.” The man said, eyes filling with a dark purpose.
Hongjoong swallowed when Seonghwa’s attention was redirected to his pants.
Seonghwa had Hongjoong stripped bare in moments, boots and underwear included, and Hongjoong felt a dark desire coil inside of him when he realised how opposite their two states of dress were.
Hongjoong, naked, stiff cock presented against his stomach, and Seonghwa, almost fully clothed.
It felt hot, some part of his brain sighing with pleasure at it, but he scowled nonetheless. He sat up, making to grab at Seonghwa’s shirt. Seonghwa may as well have been born with the gift of premonition, for how quickly he knew to snatch Hongjoong’s wrists from where they were travelling through the air.
Seonghwa tutted. “Didn’t you tell me to do something?”
He was inching closer, body entrapping Hongjoong as Hongjoong’s head once more hit the pillows. Hongjoong didn’t reply, glaring daggers onto him.
“I have an order to fulfil.”
Seonghwa was retreating back again, down, down, down…
Hongjoong hissed as a hand gripped at his cock.
“It’s a shame that you dress the way you do.” Seonghwa remarked. Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, gaze shifting warily until it landed on Seonghwa’s face.
And god, Seonghwa looked like such a vision, with his lips so close to Hongjoong’s cock.
“You’re so pretty, down here.”
Curse him. Curse Park Seonghwa. Hongjoong had fucked enough people, of a variety of genders, and hell, even a few different species when he was feeling particularly wild.
But none of his partners had referred to his cock as pretty.
No partners that wished to keep their tongues safe in their mouths.
Seonghwa said the words so easily, slipping off his tongue like a sweet syrup. And they made a bead of precome inch past the slit in Hongjoong’s cock. Hongjoong sighed, fists clenching up in the sheets.
Hongjoong said nothing, choosing instead to glare.
Seonghwa licked a stripe from Hongjoong’s balls to the head of his cock. Hongjoong bit his lip for a second time, stifling the treacherous sound that threatened to escape. The man attached his mouth to Hongjoong’s cock, sucking tightly on the head. His mouth was warm and wet, and everything so lovely.
Even more lovely it was when Hongjoong grabbed the back of Seonghwa’s head, pushing the glorious heat further down his cock. Seonghwa startled, but only barely, adjusting easily to the thing that was so suddenly reaching inside his throat.
He took it like a whore. Like Hongjoong’s whore. Hongjoong sighed, greedily accepting everything Seonghwa gave, pulling the other man’s head up again until his lips reached the end of his cock.
Seonghwa’s eyes met his, and there was a sight he had never quite gotten used to. Park Seonghwa stuffed silent with Hongjoong’s cock.
He’d take a picture if there was a chance in a million years the other man would let him leave alive with it.
Seonghwa adopted his own pace quickly, and Hongjoong’s hands once more curled their way into the bedsheets. Hongjoong’s breaths sped up, and he had to concentrate in order to not make any noise.
Seonghwa always made it so fucking hard for him. In another life, the man surely had to have been a whore, for the way he sucked cock must rival the most expensive escorts. His cheeks hollowed, and drool escaped his lips and spilled down onto Hongjoong’s balls. The mess only put Hongjoong more on edge, and his toes curled as Seonghwa bobbed up and down.
Hongjoong felt himself growing close after a time, so he tapped on Seonghwa’s cheek with one hand. In the time Seonghwa had been sucking cock, his eyes had gone somewhat closed. They were half-lidded with pleasure, even though he had been the one doing the servicing.
Seonghwa reached into his pants pocket, and Hongjoong tensed, remembering the blade that Seonghwa always carried around with him. But it was not the blade Seonghwa’s hands found. Instead, it was a small bottle of lube.
Hongjoong snorted. “You just carry that around with you everywhere you go?”
“Only in places I know you’ll be.” Seonghwa’s voice had gone rough on Hongjoong’s cock, and it brought him a dark satisfaction. “Because you’re always down to get fucked.”
Seonghwa uncapped the lid, pouring a generous amount on his fingers. He knew that Hongjoong liked it wet. That they both liked it wet.
Hongjoong bristled, scowling at the words Seonghwa had used. The other man paid him little mind, spreading Hongjoong’s legs easily and exposing his hole.
There was something so captivating about it, about the way Seonghwa looked at him when he was fingering Hongjoong. Free from the distraction that came with the sensation of his own cock getting pleasured. Only Hongjoong was on his mind when his fingers slipped easily into Hongjoong’s waiting hole. Hongjoong, and how to make him scream.
Hongjoong sighed again, thighs relaxing as Seonghwa worked his second finger in. He began to move his fingers gently, like Hongjoong was some prized possession and not a runaway slave turned pirate captain.
Hongjoong grunted when Seonghwa’s fingers danced across his prostate. It was a practised move, one he knew would catch Hongjoong out eventually. Hongjoong felt his body tighten as pleasure erupted from within him. Seonghwa kept pressing upon that spot, and as the minutes went by, Hongjoong’s resolve thinned. A light dusting of sweat graced Hongjoong’s forehead, and he must be biting his lip hard enough to draw blood at this point.
Hongjoong whimpered softly, left leg twitching against his will as soft waves of pleasure crashed upon him. It wasn’t quite enough to make him come, but it felt so wonderful. He indulged. Seonghwa’s lips turned up into a smile, happy for the noise that Hongjoong had granted him. Hongjoong gave up on his lip, clenching his jaw tightly instead.
“You know, trying to deny yourself only makes it sweeter when you finally give in.”
Seonghwa’s words were like a switch. The way that the other man knew just how to push his buttons. It made anger curl through Hongjoong’s veins as a choked breath escaped his lips.
It was only when Seonghwa’s gorgeous pink lips reattached themselves to the head of Hongjoong’s cock that Hongjoong surrendered. He moaned, the sound long and broken, as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.
He could feel the self-satisfaction radiating off of Seonghwa, but he found that he didn’t even fucking care anymore.
“Fuck me!” Hongjoong cried. “Hurry up and fuck me already, or I’ll find another cock-”
Hongjoong startled as the fingers and wonderful lips left him at once. Seonghwa was hovering over him again, expression thunderous.
“You will regret saying that.” He promised.
“Like you could resist using this for another second, anyway.”
Hongjoong knew his gifts, and how to use them on the other man. He spread his legs further, gripping his thighs with both hands and showing off more of his hole to the other. Presenting like a bitch.
Seonghwa’s nostrils flared, and his brows tensed, like he was almost in pain. His cock was covered in lube quickly, and he didn’t hesitate to push himself inside of Hongjoong.
Hongjoong groaned as Seonghwa sheathed himself fully inside. It had been a while since Seonghwa had been inside him last, and it felt so good, even the pain.
Especially the pain.
He rolled his hips, encouraging the other man to move. Seonghwa did so, but slowly.
So, so slowly. Like he was worried he would hurt Hongjoong. Like Hongjoong was some poor, distressed virgin.
“Fucking move, you asshole!” Hongjoong growled. Seonghwa’s face was inches from him, and his handsome face was lit up with mischief.
They met eyes, and Hongjoong sneered. Seonghwa was going purposefully slow.
Hongjoong was reaching down, and Seonghwa’s face contorted into genuine confusion for a moment. Hongjoong’s hand made contact with Seonghwa’s side, and Seonghwa was too slow to stop him.
Seonghwa’s very own knife was pressed against his throat. The same throat littered with bruises, and a touch of dried blood.
“If you don’t put that cock to good use now, then I’ll slice this pretty neck up.” Hongjoong threatened.
He was close enough to Seonghwa to see how the other man’s pupils dilated. Seonghwa was incredibly, unbelievably, turned on by Hongjoong’s action. Hongjoong kept the blade tight at Seonghwa’s throat as Seonghwa acquiesced, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in again.
Hongjoong grunted. Seonghwa’s eyelids fluttered.
“You feel so good around me, darling.” Seonghwa whispered, as if the knife at his neck didn’t exist. “So lovely…”
And he fucked Hongjoong. Eventually, the knife ended up forgotten on the nightstand, Hongjoong’s hands finding their way back inside Seonghwa’s hair.
Seonghwa fucked like a man posessed, not giving up his charged, determined speed for even a moment. The moans spilled out of Hongjoong with every breath, and sweat dripped from his body as the pleasure inside threatened to spill out.
As soon as Hongjoong felt as though he was getting used to something, Seonghwa changed it. He repositioned them once, flipping Hongjoong around until his face hit the pillows. His ass arched out to Seonghwa, and it gave the man perfect access as he thrusted back inside again.
“Look at you.” Seonghwa uttered, voice dripping with arousal. “If only I could see you like this more often, Hongjoong. How sweet you are like this…”
A hand landed hard on one of Hongjoong’s cheeks. Hongjoong let out an undignified noise.
“I really… fucking hate you.” Hongjoong choked out through garbled moans, swallowing with shame as he felt himself begin to drool on the poor bartender’s pillow.
“That’s not what your body says.” The other man bit back in between thrusts.
He hated it. He hated that Seonghwa was right. He hated the fact that the wrongness of what he was doing, the degradation of it all, was exactly the thing that was getting him off the most.
Hongjoong felt himself growing close. It took only a few more thrusts from Seonghwa, and a hand around his own cock, and he was gone.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck fuck!” Hongjoong cried out, body tensing as it reached euphoria.
It had clearly affected Seonghwa as well, for it was only a few seconds later that the other man was coming as well. He did so with a sultry moan of his own, and it was Hongjoong’s turn to feel that deep satisfaction one did when a lover expressed their pleasure.
Only Seonghwa was anything but a lover.
Hongjoong laid there, staring up at the grey metal ceiling as he caught his breath. Seonghwa landed beside him, in a similar state. The other man was looking at him, almost like he wanted to say something, but Hongjoong kept his eyes stubbornly away. Uninterested.
Clean up was quick. Hongjoong didn’t bother with much, aside from throwing the cloth he used to wipe himself down into the trash chute.
Seonghwa said his name when Hongjoong was halfway through putting his shirt on.
“What?” Hongjoong barked.
He remembered feeling angry when he first encountered Seonghwa. And by god, did Seonghwa make a good distraction.
But the anger returned, and Hongjoong glared.
“Nothing.” Seonghwa said eventually, and it made the monster inside Hongjoong grow even bigger.
Hongjoong didn’t know why or how, but his mind landed on the words.
“You’re not special.”
And it was those words that marked his exit. He left the bartender’s quarters behind. Left the bar behind. Left the space station behind. Left Seonghwa behind.
Because nobody was special. Not in this universe, vast and kingless as it was. Certainly not Seonghwa.