Ghostpup

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer After all the courage it took Baekhyun to say that, and the ghost didn't even seem to mean it when he said he would do what Baekhyun asked! He ducked his head when the man neared him again, his lips pressed into a thin line in his embarrassment. He probably shouldn't talk again. Slapping at the man's hand, Baekhyun shoved it away from the folds of his robes. "I'll undress myself," he snapped, awkward from the ghost's response (or lack thereof) to his sincere request. Slowly, he slid his outer robe off his shoulder before untying the sash around his inner robe, his fingers clumsy. He was used to undressing before others, so this should be easy, but the predator gleam in the man's eyes never failed to frighten Baekhyun. He dropped the white inner robe to the ground as well, looking away to displace some of the vulnerability he was feeling. "There. Now do what you will."

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun Jiaer was ready to get right down to business and to take what he had just been offered on the young princeling's own accord. The hand that smacked him in the lips to quiet him down was rather annoying, and he raised a brow as he silently urged Baekhyun to quickly blow off the steam on his mind so Jiaer could proceed. Jiaer pulled at Baekhyun's wrist, listening with his head tilted slightly, a very unclear expression on his face. "Need you, you say? Let's say that is the case, for convenience sake," he agreed, "So what?"

"I am /not/ your plaything."

Jiaer couldn't help but roll his eyes, "My is going to shrivel at this rate," he responded, a tone of indifference about him. "Well, I'll do what you say...but your highness," Jiaer commented, taking Baekhyun by his wrist and pulling him in close so that his words would all but graze against the shell of the younger's ears, "Do you know how loudly your heart is beating right now? It's a dead giveaway." His voice was full of jest now, clearly enjoying the younger's distress, "You're going to need to do better than that if you're to make demands, or I can't resist teasing you." As he said this, his grip slackened around Baekhyun's wrist and Jiaer began to undo the lapels of the Crown Prince's robes, "Don't you think?"

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer Baekhyun bit back a grimace when the ghost picked up his hand, but he really couldn't stay quiet anymore when the ghost started talking. Slapping the hand that was already pressed against the man's lips over his mouth, Baekhyun managed to get him to stop spewing nonsense for a moment. "Listen to me," he insisted, his gaze hard and his voice firm. His courage was mostly intact when he was fully clothed. "I want to make something clear first." Not even giving the man a chance to respond, Baekhyun kept his hand pressed firm over the other's mouth. "The things you did may have helped my situation, but that doesn't make them right. I do not deny that your help is useful to me not, but you said you need me just as much, too." Slowly, Baekhyun withdrew his hand, the redness in his cheeks becoming more prominent as he spoke. What was he even rambling on about? He needed to focus. "In this case... I ask you to refrain from treating me like an object." It was a reasonable request, wasn't it? Baekhyun was a prince — no one spoke to him that way! Even if he wasn't, this was no way to speak to a person. With himself quite convinced, Baekhyun said with more conviction, "I am /not/ your plaything."

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun The acceptance came all too smoothly for Jiaer. There was a knowing, triumphant grin on his face as he took big and bold steps forward to close the remaining distance besides himself and Baekhyun. "Told you that you would," he reminded the younger, "Didn't I?" Reaching beyond Baekhyun's long robe sleeves, he picked up the Prince's smooth hands, bringing the long digits up to his mouth to kiss them. His red eyes glinted in the dim candlelight as he stared Baekhyun down, ready to devour his willing prey. "Aren't you a good boy?" he chuckled as his lips brushed against Baekhyun's delicate palm.

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer Baekhyun took a breath. There's nothing to be afraid of, he thought to himself. When it really came down to it, Baekhyun would take this ghost over the other spirits any day. Besides, it would only be once every few days with this one, as opposed to every night with the others. Even if this was the better option, though, Baekhyun was wary of the leer the ghost had on his face. His grin was menacing at best, and it sent a shiver down Baekhyun's spine. The room felt cold, even though he was fully clothed. "...Yes. I accept. I accept your proposition."

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun Jiaer thought it was actually quite cute of the young prince to think that backing up would actually mean putting a distance between them. With each step that Baekhyun retreated, Jiaer advanced forward. Besides, there was nothing but a flat wall waiting for Baekhyun to meet it at the end anyways. The guilt-ridden expression on Baekhyun's face was a dead giveaway to all the complex emotions that he was feeling, and it only seemed to egg Jiaer on. His two fangs gleamed as he smirked, head cocked to a side, "So, have you made your decision?"

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer Although Baekhyun had been anticipating the ghost's arrival, he was still startled when the other actually did arrive. The flames that lit his room were extinguished in a single gust of wind, and the ghost appeared before him. He gasped, scrambling to his feet and taking quick steps backward to create some distance between them. Despite his surprise, it was hard to miss one little detail — the other spirits in the room have disappeared, as the ghost claimed they would when he was around. There was no question he needed this man. He didn't say anything to the ghost's question, a scowl on his face instead of a proper answer.

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun As Jiaer was dozing off to sleep, he thought to himself that eating pumpkin meat patties didn't sound all to bad. If he wanted to continue with this luxury in his dog form though, he knew it was best to keep his real identity hidden from Baekhyun. The Crown Prince wouldn't respond well to knowing that his puppy was also his greatest tormenter at night.

Three days flew by in a flash, and as the night stars of the third night finally painted the sky a shimmery navy and silver, Jiaer made his way from the far corners of the palace walls towards Baekhyun's private chambers. He had been waiting for tonight, since it was time to hear Baekhyun's answer. /"I've been looking forward to hearing his answer,"/ Jiaer thought to himself. As he walked, his nails scraped absentmindedly against the stone brick walls, wearing them down until there were no longer any sharp points at the end. Instead, his nails had buffed out, looking round like any normal peasant's hands. In his true form, he entered the Prince's quiet chambers brazenly, seeing the young one before him. "Hello," Jiaer greeted Baekhyun with a chilling smile on his face, "Did I keep you waiting?"

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer Geumdong fell asleep nearly immediately after Baekhyun lowered him again. "Alright, you want to sleep. I'll feed you some pumpkin patties when you wake up." For the next few days, with the puppy by his side and his nights completely silent with no spirits nor malevolent ghost in sight, Baekhyun was able to catch up on sleep and think through the ghost's offer. It was absurd to even think of entertaining it, but Baekhyun didn't think he had any other options. It really boiled down to whether he wanted to be violated in his sleep every night or violently taken every few nights. Both were bad, but Baekhyun couldn't settle on one by the time the third night arrived.

He was quite certain the ghost would keep his promise and return in exactly three nights — he had certainly timed things well. As night fell, Baekhyun was starting to see vague shadows out of the corners of his eyes again. That ghost knew what he was talking about about. Sending away his bedside attendants after his bath, Baekhyun slid the door of his chambers shut himself. He didn't want to see that ghost again, and he didn't want to do something so intimate with someone he didn't even know or love, but as the shadows in the corners of his room began to take clearer shape, he was once again reminded that he didn't have much of a choice.

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun The discontented yipping from Jiaer halted when he felt Baekhyun's lips press against his nose. Then, when he looked up again, he saw the brilliant smile on the young prince's face. /"How unfair,"/ Jiaer thought to himself, his round eyes fixated on the pale, creamy skin and his ears twitching at the smooth voice, /"He's all smiles now. When I was in my true form, he couldn't wait to stick a sword in me."/ As this thought resurfaced in his puppy mind, Jiaer turned his head away from Baekhyun indignantly, ignoring the human's unfamiliar sweetness in favor of laying back down in his laps and preparing for his nap once again.

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer When Geumdong barked, Baekhyun was delighted. It was as if the puppy actually knew what Baekhyun was saying, and was having a conversation with him. "I knew you would agree!" With the puppy's face so close to his, Baekhyun only had to duck his head a little lower to kiss Geumdong's tiny wet nose. "Oh, Geumdong," he said, not wasting a moment with utilizing his puppy's new name. "I've had a lot on my mind lately. But holding you like this makes me feel better." Cuddling the small white dog, Baekhyun could feel every worry melt away, as though they'd never been there in the first place. Geumdong was so small and soft, as if his little body was absorbing all of Baekhyun's fretting as he nuzzled his cheek against the puppy's. "I hope your mother isn't missing you terribly, but I'm so glad I found you that day."

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun Even though Baekhyun picked him up, Jiaer wasn't all too annoyed by it. The Prince's hands were night and cool, and he didn't press on Jiaer's internal organs when he hugged him.

"You know, if you're going to stay with me, you need a name. I spent a lot of time thinking of one for you. How about... Geumdong!"

Jiaer's eyes narrowed even more as he looked up in disapproval at Baekhyun. "Hmph, what kind of stupid name is that?" Jiaer complained, though it only came out as a small rumble from the back of his throat in response to Baekhyun. "Who said you're allowed to call me that human!" he scolded the insolent Prince. His body was small, but his bark was rather loud and his sleepy wave went away with the utter distaste to Baekhyun's choice of name for him.

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer Baekhyun had been crying a lot these days. He hated it, especially after the night before, when he cried in front of Chanyeol. It just seemed so silly in front of others, and stupid. After nearly an hour of sitting in front of his book, Baekhyun still wasn't sure what he had read. He didn't seem to be taking anything in at all, only being able to think of what the old woman said last night. It weighed heavy on his heart, and there was nothing to relieve his pain. That was, unexpectedly, until the puppy he'd adopted came around. Seeing his short little legs waddle toward Baekhyun brought him immense joy, and a smile broke out on his face as the puppy crawled onto his lap. "There you are," he grinned. "I was beginning to wonder where you wandered off to. He d at the puppy's head, his heart clenching unbearably tight when he saw its sleepy eyes. So... cute! "Ah!" He scooped the puppy up into his arms, hugging the small, warm thing close to his chest. It was as though all his worries were washed away from a simple puppy hug. "You know, if you're going to stay with me, you need a name. I spent a lot of time thinking of one for you. How about... Geumdong!"

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun During the night, Jiaer could run rampant, like the vagrant wind without a care in the world. Then the sun rose, and Jiaer was soon reminded of the dangers of wandering around the empty-looking palace all on his own. At every turn, he was picked up by giggling maids to be prodded and poked. Their high pitched voices made his ears hurt as they cooed about how cute 'the royal puppy' was. Some eunuchs even picked him up and threw him away from their working space, worried that his paw prints would get over their parchments. He struggled his way out of their clutches and with all the strength left in his little puppy body, he scampered back towards the Crown Prince's palace.

/"Couldn't have just made me a good sized dog, no. Why'd he have to stick me in a body like this?"/ Jiaer complained to himself as he managed to overcome the last step that led up to the main chamber's doorway. He ambled inside, seeing Baekhyun sitting behind a small table on the floor, reading a book. Jiaer wandered towards him without much else in mind, crawling into the Prince's lap to curl up for a nap. He fit perfectly in the crook of Baekhyun's legs, and his chin rested comfortably on the Prince's folded knee.

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer Baekhyun's mind felt stiff. All he could hear were all those taunting words the ghost said to him, and all he could feel were the cold hands all over his body, pressed against his stomach, and wreaking havoc inside of him. His gaze flickered in Chanyeol's direction briefly, and his breath hitched instead when he tried to take a deep, reassuring one. He couldn't even look Chanyeol in the face — how shameful! What if Chanyeol could see what he was thinking? "Let's go," Baekhyun decided, ignoring Chanyeol completely. "We've tarried long enough."

The person who they were supposed to meet turned out to be an old woman. Baekhyun almost thought it was some sort of set-up. However, when she claimed to have previously served his mother, Baekhyun relaxed a little. She did seem familiar, and it seemed unlikely an old woman like her would have any reason to lie to him. He listened to her story, his brows drawing closer and closer the more she revealed. All the memories he'd suppressed in his mind for years, piece by piece they came back to him. It was true that he had a touch of sickness when he was young, and because of that, there had been some incidents with him seeing ghosts. To learn that it was because of him and that incident that caused his mother's eventual death... and to learn that the Queen was involved... Baekhyun felt as though he was going to faint.

The old woman had told the story because she wanted to beg forgiveness on her son's behalf, who had been putting up the posters. At that point, Baekhyun couldn't even find it in him to care about that anymore. How could he, when he was now burdened with the knowledge that his mother's death was... because of him? "I have no intention of punishing your son," he heard himself saying, though his voice sounded far away, even to himself. "However, I do need him to find who ordered the posters to be put up." The throbbing in the back of his head intensified, and he turned away even before the old woman could finish with her thanks, gesturing for his men to follow.

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@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun "My Lord," Chanyeol's voice came from the shadows as he appeared before Baekhyun again and bowed.

Taewoo noticed the rest of their group reconvening, and so he turned towards Chanyeol. "I was about to go after you if you returned any later." he commented.

"There were quite a few coming after us, so it took us a while to lose them." Chanyeol only nodded to Taewoo before returning his gaze to Baekhyun, "We'd better get going, there's no time to lose." As he looked over to Baekhyun's face, it seemed as though the Crown Prince had been fazed by something immaterial, as there was an immaculate stupor spread across his face. "Ah...My Lord?"

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer What was there to think about? Baekhyun’s answer was going to be ‘no’, no matter how many or few days the ghost was going to give him. He was more concerned about something else, however. “How do you know my name?” he asked, his breath bated. “Who are you…” In the blink of an eye, the ghost disappeared. Baekhyun didn’t even look away, and he was just… gone. The door behind him slid open, causing Baekhyun to jump. It was only Taewoo. “Your highness!” He exclaimed. “Why is there blood on… What happened?” Baekhyun’s dazed look was clearly worrying to Taewoo, but he said, “It’s not mine. There’s no need to worry.” Taewoo hurried to the nearby shops to find a wet cloth and a clean change of clothes for Baekhyun before they regrouped with the others. Baekhyun made up a story about some drunkards who had broken into the store, and had Taewoo burn his robes as well, lest someone else wander upon the bloody, soiled robes. Baekhyun did not want them back in his possession again, ever. “Taewoo, there’s no need for anyone to know.”

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun In his puppy form, Jiaer could not tease Baekhyun to this extent. Seeing the smaller so riled up by a comment made him smirk as he closed in again, taking Baekhyun's hand and holding it palm up. "I speak the truth, Your highness," Jiaer insisted, placing the bloodied hilt of the sword in Baekhyun's opened palm, "Was there ever a more exalted bit of goods than you?" At this point, they were so close that they could feel each other's breath, and from the pressure and warmth of Baekhyun's heated breath, he was highly on edge. Jiaer chuckled as he finished his spiel, "I'll give you three days to think it over. Whether you want to to keep your silly pride as Byun Baekhyun, or to get rid of your greatest weakness as Crown Prince...it's your choice." Jiaer smiled a knowing grin, revealing just a hint of his pearly white teeth as he said, "You're going to realize that you need me if you wish to keep that place of yours." In a flash, Jiaer blurred across Baekhyun's face and he was back at the opened door again. "Well then," he said, nonchalant yet amused, "I'll see you in three days."

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer "Rare and pretty things...?" Baekhyun repeated. The ghost wasn't talking about him, was he? Just that one description caused Baekhyun to forget about everything else, every other insult the ghost said about him. All those words about being cursed and mad and poor, Baekhyun forgot it all the moment he heard 'rare and pretty'. What could be perceived as a compliment sounded more like a purposeful spite toward Baekhyun. When the realization settled in that the ghost was indeed talking about him, his features contorted in his fury. "How dare you speak of me like an object?" No one had ever dared to speak to Baekhyun like that before, yet this ghost...!

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun Jiaer caught the startled expression on Baekhyun's face when he saw the recovered wound on his chest. He leaned in, head tilted at an angle, as if he were about to kiss the Prince again, but instead scoffed, "You believe me now?" Jiaer had already gotten what he came for, so he didn't bother with any of the antics to tease the Prince any longer. "I doubt you're by yourself, Your Highness," he said, standing back up and heading for the entrance with light steps, "So I'll let you off for today." The fallen sword that had been stained with Jiaer's blood laid before him on the ground. He stopped before it, just to pick it up, "I don't know what brought you here, but surely you wouldn't want to be caught looking like this? Besides I'll be seeing you again soon-"

“Whatever it is… I don’t want to see you again. I’d rather see those ghosts than see you.”

Jiaer turned back around, gripping the hilt of the sword in his hand, "I thought you were suffering because of ghosts. Do you want to keep being molested by those hideous creatures?" He closed in again, the decision to just leave the Prince be fleeing his mind, "Is that what you're into? There's no accounting for taste." He snickered to himself as he said this, though he cut Baekhyun off before he could throw another fit, "Your highness, do you know what they call you behind your back? You're the cursed one who sees ghosts. The mad prince. A poor soul, waiting to be sacrificed by the queen...that's you." Jiaer raised the sword level with his chest, running his fingers along the smooth, silver blade, "While I may be inordinately fond of rare and pretty things, I am losing patience with that attitude of yours." As he said this, his red eyes slowly lifted their gaze, meeting directly with Baekhyun's.

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer “Mind your tongue,” Baekhyun snapped. No matter what, this ghost was extremely unabashed about how he was talking to Baekhyun. “I fail to see what this has to do with your injury.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he noticed the ghost’s bared chests. Where there was a gaping wound before, the skin had smoothed over without so much as a trace of a scar. The only evidence that it had been there was a wound before was the blood that was still smeared all over the ghost. The sight shocked Baekhyun silent. Had the ghost really been telling the truth about healing or energy or… whatever the entire time? His heart quivered, but he gathered himself enough to straighten out his robes. “Whatever it is… I don’t want to see you again. I’d rather see those ghosts than see you.”

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun Now that the deed had been done, Jiaer didn't see a reason to let his clothes be undone any longer. He rose to fix his trousers, tightening them around his waist. Baekhyun's words were rather amusing though, so he bent down on a knee again to get on eye-level with the Crown Prince, pointing an finger at the younger, "Don't you mean yourself? You injured me, so the least you could do is treat my injuries." His sharp fingernail jabbed at Baekhyun's shoulder, leaving a little indent in its wake, "You're the one who should be begging for my forgiveness."

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer There it was again, that disgusting warmth filling him up. Baekhyun shuddered, crying out softly when his length twitched against the floorboards. He squeezed his eyes shut until he could no longer feel the ghost inside him. As soon as his hands were unbound, he slapped at the fingers lingering over his burning wrists. "Let go of me," he hissed, scrambling to sit up and pull his robes together so he looked less dishevelled. "Don't think I will forgive this insolence," he gritted out, pure hate and disgust in the glare he directed toward the ghost.

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun Enough with the small talk. If Baekhyun wasn't going to be consoled by Jiaer's words, then there was no point in being too invested in the princeling's emotions. After all, Jiaer just needed to get the job done and move on his way. His s were sharp as he quieted down and he made sure to press the deepest parts within Baekhyun. He cursed silently to himself as he felt how the younger tightened around him with his , bringing him close to the edge of a release. His hand reacted faster than his manhood did sometimes, and the little sensational jolts made him add pressure against the younger's member. Sometime amidst his s, he felt a warm liquid spew out of Baekhyun's manhood, and he finally grunted against the younger's neck, "That should do it..." The taste of yin energy filled his body completely. He felt it in every sore muscle of this feeble human form. Jiaer groaned as he soaked it all in. He only needed a moment before his energy was completely restored. And only then did he begin to undo the knots around Baekhyun's reddened wrists.

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer "You...!" Baekhyun was constantly dumbfounded by the audacity of this ghost. Of course, seeing as he was a ghost, he probably had no feelings of shame, ever, which just made it so much worse for Baekhyun. "As if I would ever- hng- Ah! Feel..." Aside from the pain in his bottom, Baekhyun's wrists were beginning to feel as though they had been rubbed raw, too. He gripping his hands tightly together so that his wrists wouldn't change against the string again, but there was really no avoiding it. His skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, his hip bone boring into the ground with how he was being rocked back and forth. "Ah- Stop- Just stop, you don't need to-"

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun Baekhyun was struggling hard, but it didn't feel like much when his strength was pit up against Jiaer's, especially when the ghost himself was actively restoring his body with Baekhyun's yin energy. The back of Baekhyun's neck had been left untouched as of late, so he invited himself to a taste, flattening his tongue against the smooth skin and running it upwards to get a taste of his trapped little prey. "Stop complaining, will you?" Jiaer murmured, still concentrating on his s, a little annoyed that Baekhyun wasn't meeting his s in time with his own hips. To help the other out, Jiaer forced a hand over the smaller's thighs and gripped at his exposed length, stroking it in time with his full-force rutting, "When I ed into you like this, you would weep with pleasure" he taunted Baekhyun in a low voice.

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer Baekhyun did remember, and he wanted the memory burned out of his mind. Unfortunately, every time he encountered this ghost, it was just refreshed for him. He turned his head so his face pressed against the ground, hoping to muffle his painted cries. He didn't want Taewoo to return anymore, lest he come in to this shameful, disgusting scene. The ghost's nails dug deep into his stomach, so much so Baekhyun was scared his skin would be pierced. "Stop pressed!" he gritted out, eyes squeezed shut in hopes of the entire ordeal, up until the point he first encountered this ghost, was a long and drawn out nightmare.

@♔ Crown Prince Baekhyun Baekhyun didn't want to cooperate, so Jiaer just forced his way inside. Though, that didn't stop him from imparting onto the Prince, "In case you haven't noticed, I've been holding myself back for your sake." His words were gentle, but he was clearly chastising Baekhyun, "Don't be so unkind." Jiaer pushed his hips forward so that he could impale Baekhyun with the full length of his manhood. It brought out a pained cry from Baekhyun that rang beautifully in his ears. "Not bad. The inside of you is even better," he grinned, as if this were just a casual affair. Pulling Baekhyun against him, Jiaer wasted no time in recovering his yin energy, ing to his heart's content while he absorbed all of the yin that wafted off Baekhyun's convulsing body. He snickered at the smaller's empty threats, noting, "All you're doing is gripping even tighter around me." As if to prove his point, his large hand rested over Baekhyun's flat abdomen, and his sharp nails slightly scratched right under Baekhyun's belly, "Do you remember? I was inside you, up to here."

@♔ Ghost Prince Jiaer “Oh…” Baekhyun didn’t know what he had expected — for the ghost to somehow gain a conscience and let him go? “More- What? More of your depravity?” He gasped when something warm and stiff slid between his thighs, his fingers curling into his palms, and moaned when a sharp pain pierced his bottom. It hurt, /bad/. Only every passing time, it was undeniably more and more real. And whether this delusional ghost thought Baekhyun actually enjoyed this or he was only mocking Baekhyun was making it much, much worse. Squirming against the ghost’s arm that was holding him down, Baekhyun squeezed his eyes shut when it became too much, quickly. His body tensed in reaction to the intrusive object inside him, and it only made everything more painful. “Get your hands off me!” he yelped, in his most demanding, authoritative tone.