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The familiar smell of sulfur, charred flesh and decay greets him when he reached the center of Hell. Its a pleasant smell to him, it makes him think about home; or at least the time when he could call the center of Hell his home.
Jisung’s steps echoed between the walls as he walked down the hallway of the castle. Despite being the embodiment of a sin, one of the rulers of Hell, he didn’t make it his priority to lounge around the castle of Hell that much. The castle was for the King of Hell and Jisung acknowledged that.
Beside, there were plenty of other sins staying at the castle already; Jisung had no desire to be a part of that mess. He had his own shit to deal with, he didn’t need to stumble over Sloth and listen to Gluttony’s seemingly endless snacking.
The halls of the castle were of dark iron, maybe not the ideal choice for a building located in the burning center of earth, but the scalding heat they were radiating didn’t bother Jisung. The walls were adorned with gold and gems, ever-burning torches flickering every two meters. The ceiling was tall and Jisung tsked, rolling his eyes. The castle was designed to be as large, imposing and terrifying as possible.
No doubt this would work on weak mortal souls.
After what felt like half an eternity, Jisung reached the iron gate that led into the throne room. He glanced around, cocking an eyebrow at the lack of guards. Odd. Felix was usually very keen on having guards around. Maybe that was just another way of displaying his power to the damned souls. Jisung shook his head before gripping the handles of the door. The heated iron was hot enough to burn a mortal, but to Jisung it was just a little singe.
He pushed the doors open. With a grin on his lips he began to announce his arrival loudly.
“Your Highn-”
Jisung paused, halting in his step. Behind him, the iron gates closed with a heavy thud, the sound echoing between the walls of the throne room. Jisung’s proud grin morphed into a smug one and he crossed his arms over his chest.
“This is a new development,” he noted as he let his eyes wander the scene.
Felix, the King of Hell was sitting on his throne, his lap occupied. Changbin, the sin of Wrath, was straddling Felix, his hands still cradling Felix’s face. Felix’s hands were all over Changbin, one hand resting on Changbin’s waist and the other brushing over the chains of fate around Changbin’s forearms. Both of them had frozen in place, just staring at Jisung with wide eyes. Felix’s crown was drooping to one side, his usually neatly styled hair messy and the red feathers of his cloak ruffled. Changbin’s shirt was riled up and torn in places where it shouldn’t be torn.
Jisung snorted.
“Do you want more time to finish, my lord?” Jisung asked, the grin never leaving his face and he wiggled his eyebrows.
Felix sputtered something and it filled Jisung with delight. He had never seen the King of Hell like this and it brought him way too much joy.
“I’ll wait outside then,” Jisung continued, bowing before he turned around. He adjusted his short fur coat as it began to slip off his shoulders and he glanced over his shoulder. “Take your time with your… lover, my lord.”
Felix cursed him, in the language of the infernal ancestors and Jisung couldn’t do anything but laugh. It had been way too long since he had heard the guttural and growling sounds of the old language.
Jisung slipped out through a small crack in the iron gate, much less extravagant than what his entrance had been. He closed them behind him and glanced around the still empty hallway. He huffed to himself. What was he supposed to do now when the King of Hell was getting it on with the sin of Wrath?
It wasn’t like he had brought things with him. He was supposed to come here to report back to the King on what was happening in Stygia and maybe dine with him. Jisung had looked forward to the dinner the most. Stygia wasn’t the best place in Hell and it didn’t offer the best souls either. The mere thought of a true sinner’s soul and flesh made his mouth water.
“Oh look what the Hell Hounds dragged in,” a voice came and Jisung’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head.
Great.
“You’re here,” he noted dryly as he looked up to see Hyunjin, the sin of Lust.
Hyunjin was leaning against one of the ornately decorated pillars, arms crossed. Jisung looked him over. Not much had changed since the last time they had been unfortunate enough to meet. Hyunjin’s blond hair was a bit longer, the ponytail appearing to be just a little bigger. His chains of fate still hung from around his neck down to the belt around his narrow waist. Jisung’s eyes snapped back up to Hyunjin’s dark, hooded eyes.
“Didn’t the King banish you to Minauros?”
“He did,” Hyunjin said with a coy grin, uncrossing his arms and he approached Jisung. “I didn’t like it there so I came back.”
“Not a fan of the endless bog?” Jisung asked as Hyunjin came closer. He scrunched his nose. “I can still smell it.”
“Not surprised,” Hyunjin said, shrugging. “You try spend a part of your damned eternity in a place of pollution, decaying bodies and rotting marsh.”
“No thank you. I’ve heard enough of that disease-ridden swampland to know not to bother the King enough to make him banish me. Stygia is bad enough.”
“Boo hoo, you’re no fun,” Hyunjin said, sticking out his tongue.
“At least I don’t smell like I have been swimming in rotting mortal flesh,” Jisung said, tilting his head up a little to look at Hyunjin. Hyunjin was standing way too close for comfort and Jisung had to take a deep breath to keep himself calm. Hyunjin studied Jisung’s face for a moment before he shrugged.
“True,” he said, leaning down to press his nose into Jisung’s neck. Jisung’s body tensed up. “You smell like sulfur and snow mold,” he whispered, lips brushing over Jisung’s skin.
Jisung swallowed hard, closing his hands into fists to stop himself from grabbing Hyunjin’s shirt. He knew what Hyunjin was doing and he wasn’t going to fall for it. Not again.
“I assume you’re behind the ruckus in the throne room,” Jisung said, changing the subject to distract himself. Hyunjin immediately pulled back, straightening his back and he glanced towards the iron door that led to the throne room. Then he turned to Jisung again, grin on his lips.
“Maybe.”
Jisung pinched the bridge of his nose.
“It’s not all me though,” Hyunjin said, raising his hands to defend himself. “The attraction has to be there in order for me to amplify it.” His playful expression washed off his face, replaced by a serious one as he stared at Jisung. “You know that.”
Jisung remained silent.
“You know I-” Hyunjin paused, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m the sin of Lust. Yes, I am. I can make mortals lust for things they should not lust for. But I cannot do that for demons.”
Jisung narrowed his eyes.
“What you feel for me right now is all you, not me,” he said, reaching out to place a hand on Jisung’s waist. The mere touch sparked something within Jisung. A hidden want slowly pushing forward, starting from his stomach but quickly reaching up to his chest. “And what you feel now, is exactly the same but stronger,” Hyunjin whispered, leaning closer to Jisung.
“I hate you,” Jisung whispered back, the pure want burning in his chest and he grabbed Hyunjin’s shirt. “I despise you.”
“Prove it,” Hyunjin challenged.
Jisung loosened his grip of Hyunjin’s shirt, fingers traveling up to the collar around Hyunjin’s neck. He tugged at it, causing Hyunjin to grin even wider. Jisung wasn’t sure on what exactly he was feeling but he felt overwhelmed.
He pressed his lips against Hyunjin’s.
Hyunjin’s lips were just like he remembered them. Soft, warm and demanding. The way Hyunjin moved his lips against Jisung’s brought back memories to before. Hyunjin was the composed one, his lips skilled and controlled compared to Jisung’s hungry, almost desperate lips.
The overwhelming want didn’t subside. It didn’t calm down just because he was kissing Hyunjin. He needed more. His hands moved to the back of Hyunjin’s head, fingers tangling in the blond hair at his nape.
“I like your lip piercing,” Hyunjin mumbled against Jisung’s lips, hands still holding on firmly to Jisung’s waist. “It’s hot.”
“It’s a fate chain,” Jisung retorted, pulling back for just a second to glare at Hyunjin. “How is it hot?”
“You look really good with it,” Hyunjin all but purred, resting his index finger on the ring that pierced Jisung’s lower lip, slowly tracing the chain between the lip piercing and the one adorning Jisung’s ear.
Jisung snorted, tightening his grasp of Hyunjin’s hair, tugging him closer to kiss him again. The small gasp that Hyunjin let out didn’t go unnoticed.
“You like that?”
“Shut up,” Hyunjin hissed, effectively shutting Jisung up by kissing him again.
Jisung’s chest tightened, that want and need continuing to build up and he pushed Hyunjin against the wall, letting go of Hyunjin’s hair to instead press his palms against the hot iron. The burn of the iron didn’t bother him at the moment. He was too distracted with Hyunjin.
Hyunjin’s hands were all over him. Fingers brushing over the fur of his coat that had slipped off his shoulders, up to the bare skin between the cloak and where his sleeveless top began, down his chest before they slowly found their way under his shirt.
The sin of Greed had been around for a long time, and Jisung often prided himself for being able to control his urges most of the time. But right now he found it impossible to stop. Hyunjin was too much and Jisung needed more.
With a creak, the iron gate to the throne room opened and that snapped Jisung out of it. He pulled back from Hyunjin, taking a step back. He caught a glimpse of Hyunjin, his eyelids heavy and swollen lips a beautiful bright pink.
“What?” Jisung snapped as he tore his eyes off Hyunjin to stare at Changbin. The sin of Wrath looked incredibly embarrassed, his ears and face pink. His shirt was wrinkled and despite the high collar, Jisung could see a hickey or two on his skin. Jisung’s eyes flickered down to Changbin’s neck, then back to his face and he raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t mention it,” Changbin growled. “Don’t you dare.”
“What if I want to?” Jisung asked crossing his arms over his chest. He could see the fury in Changbin’s eyes and he knew he was playing a dangerous game in riling him up. But Changbin was always so fun to tease.
Changbin took a deep breath, closing his hands into fists.
“The King is ready to see you now,” he said, voice strained and Jisung could tell that he was really struggling to hold himself back.
“With clothes on I hope,” Jisung said nonchalantly as he walked past Changbin. He could hear Changbin inhale sharply and a smug grin stretched on Jisung’s lips.
“Just leave, Greed.”
“As you wish, Wrath,” Jisung retorted just as Hyunjin snuck up on Changbin. “Try and relax while I speak to the King. You look tense.”
“Relaxing sounds very nice,” Hyunjin purred, resting his chin on Changbin’s shoulder. Changbin’s body tensed up and Jisung could see the delight in Hyunjin’s eyes at the reaction. “I can help you relax if that’s what you want.”
Changbin sputtered something and Jisung rolled his eyes.
“I shall take my leave,” he said, giving Hyunjin a last glance. He took a deep breath as that familiar feeling of want came back. “I’ll be with you shortly, Lust.”
A sly grin stretched on Hyunjin’s lips and he blew Jisung a kiss. “I’ll be waiting for you, Greed.”