Hades and His Lover (Pt. 3, Final)

Note: Third and final part of my little Hades thing. This is a lot shorter then the other two. I might consider doing a prequel, as was suggested. –Also, what the hell is up with all of these Master/Slave (well, like actual ‘Pet’ stories), involving cock rings as a means of showing dominance? It’s really disturbing… Pets are hot, but cock rings disturb me. ...I need to stop procrastinting by reading while I'm supposed to be writing.

The Story of Hades and His Lover III

So far the stories I have relayed to you have probably given the idea of a warped kind of romance between Hades and me. After all, how could two people possibly stay in love after such a long time? Especially a god such as Hades and a shade, a mere soul, like myself…it seems completely implausible, doesn’t it? I don’t have an answer for you. I barely understand our relationship sometimes myself.
However, our relationship changed dramatically not quite two years after his separation from Persephone. While Hades was out of the Underworld, up in Olympus on official godly-business (I have never really asked much about what exactly goes on up there), I took to sleeping alone in my chamber off of his bedroom. Apparently however, the security of my Master’s chambers is not enough when it comes to vengeance. I fell asleep that evening an immortally 20 year old slave to the lord of the underworld…and woke up as a newborn, 8 pound, 9 ounce baby boy in the late 20th century, with no recollection of the dead-life I had lead.
From what I understand, of what was told me when I returned, it was Persephone who organized my drugging and removal from the Underworld via the Fields of Reincarnation. Upon Hade’s return to the Underworld, he was so angry with her that he banished her from the castle, forcing her to live in a villa by herself –taking only Acacia with her, situated near the banks of the River Styx, for her months in the underworld.
After that, he continued to watch my new life on earth until I was old enough again for him to dare visit me. Of course, being a 20 year old in the 21st century, when I saw Hades –going by the name of Luc, in a small group of new transfer students at the dormitory where I was a resident assistant, I just saw a cute boy that looked confused as to why he was where he was.
Three weeks after he had arrived, only seeing him occasionally, as if he didn’t even really live in our dormitory, he leaned in my doorway, looking cute all dressed in black.
“Hey Luc, what’s up? I haven’t seen you around the dorm lately.”
“I’ve been busy.” He shrugged, “But I thought I was free, so I’d come say hi.”
I nodded, continuing to look at him for a few moments, “You seem…very familiar. Have we met before? Where are you from?”
He looked startled, shaking his head, “No, I doubt it. I’m from…err…the south.”
I laughed a little nodding, “Okay…You got a state to go with that location?”
“My family moved around a lot –Army Brat.”
I nodded, quite for a few moments, not really sure what it was that he was leaning in my door way for. He struck me as odd and kind of awkward, and he also had this…sad kind of lonely aura around him. I found myself wondering if he had made any friends on campus, and if he hadn’t…I wanted to be his first.
“Why don’t you stop hovering in the doorway, and come in?” I offered, getting up to clear a spot on my bed for him to sit, “I won’t bite, I promise.”
He grinned, “I can’t promise that I won’t.”
I laughed, “I’m sure I’ll be safe.” I sat back down at my desk, “So, have you made any friends on campus?”
“I haven’t really had a lot of time to socialize. I’ve been trying to focus on…catching up.” He took a seat on the edge of my bed, taking a look around my surroundings.
“Have you been out of school long?”
“Hmm?” He had looking at a poster I had on the opposite wall of my room of a particularly attractive actor, “Oh –I took a year off for personal reasons. It’s just hard to adjust back to college life, I guess. –That guy, you think he’s attractive?”
I looked over to the poster, shrugging, “I like his movies, and I wouldn’t say no if we wanted to screw me…so yeah, I guess I find him pretty attractive.”
“Oh.” He looked down at his hands, pressed against his knees.
“…Is something wrong?” I asked, “Because, you know, I’m your RA –if there’s anything the matter, you are more then welcome to come and talk to me.”
He gave a slight laugh shaking his head, “No…even if I told you what was really wrong, you would never believe me.”
“Something bizarre, I take it?” I raised an eyebrow.
He nodded, “A little…a lot.”
“Well…if you change your mind,” I stood up again, moving to sit on the bed next to him, “It’s my job…to make sure that you adjust a quickly, and as best as you can.”
He nodded, “Thank you, Marius.”
I nodded, brushing my hair back away from my face, wondering what it was going to take to get this guy to hit on me. The way it was going, I couldn’t be sure that he was even remotely interested in me…I couldn’t tell if he was gay, and I didn’t want to just trust my instinct about him, just in case I was wrong…but something inside just seemed to speak to me about him, both of us afraid to make the first move.
“I have to ask, Luc…are you gay?”
“What?” His head whipped to look me straight in the eye, “Umm…yes, I suppose I am.”
“You suppose?”
“I am…I just, I haven’t done anything…in a really long time.”
I smiled, “Don’t feel bad…I’ve never really done anything at all, so you’re still a step a head of me.”
He looked surprised, “Really?”
“Well, kissing sure.” I shrugged, “I guess I haven’t found the right guy to…do anything else with though.”
He nodded, “I understand that. I’ve only really been with one man that was…the right one. Others that were…I hate to call them mistakes, but that’s really what they were.”
“Then you have a boyfriend?” I asked, prepared to move back to my desk chair, accepting a defeat.
“No.” He shook his head, “He disappeared. I haven’t heard from him.”
“Disappeared?”
“I mean, I know where he is, I just…it was very sudden. He had to leave me, and we didn’t really get a chance to say goodbye.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not like it’s your fault, Marius.” He smiled, shaking his head, “You’re a lot like him. I think it’s what drew me to you.”
“Do you want to go out with me sometime?” I asked, “You know, get a cup of coffee, or have dinner.”
He nodded, “I’d like that.”
So, we started dating, like a normal couple. Within a few weeks, we had sex for the first time. However, our romance was apparently to be short lived because only two months after I had finally gotten the courage to ask him on a date, he was telling me he had to drop out of school and leave to go back home. His Mom was sick –or at least that was the story he was telling me.
“…And you’re not coming back?” I asked.
He shook his head, “No, probably not.”
“So…I won’t see you again.”
“Sure you will…sooner then you think.” He looked sad, pulling me over on top of him, “…I leave tomorrow morning. I should have told you earlier, I know.”
“Then, I guess we have to just make the best of tonight, don’t we?” I asked, kissing him.
“I’m glad you’re not, you know, mad about this.” He brushed hair out of my eyes, “Anyone else would be pissed.”
“It’s not like you’re leaving because you want to, Luc.” I shook my head.
He nodded, pushing me back against the wall on my too-small bed, “I don’t want to have sex with you tonight.”
“…Why not?”
He laughed, “I don’t want you to think that I would just fuck you and leave, Marius. I have a long trip tomorrow, I shouldn’t stay up to late.”
I nodded, “Fine.”
“Is that important to you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, I’m not a total sex-driven pervert…yet that is,” I grinned. “So…what do you want to do tonight then? Do you need help packing?”
“No.” He shook his head, “I just want to sleep.”
“Are you sure? That’s kind of boring…” I rolled my eyes.
He laughed softly, “Well, what do you want to do?”
“Hmmm…you’re leaving me for an indefinite amount of time…”
He bit his tongue, shaking his head, “I’ll see you in a few days; it really won’t be that long at all.”
I nodded, “Alright…fine. We’ll just go to sleep –because you are so boring.” I teased, “but I’m really not very tired.”
“Do you want me to tell you a story?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my cheek, “I have one I think you’ll like.”
“Is it a sexy story?”
His smile widened, “It can be…”
“Sure…tell me.” I made myself more comfortable beside him, pulling a blank over the two of us, and shutting off the only light above my bed, before laying back into the pillows.
“How much to do you know about Greek mythology?” He asked, before continuing to tell me the story of Hades and a lover shade –our story.
“You’re just making this shit up, aren’t you?” I asked when he was finished.
He laughed, “No, of course not! Could I really make something up like that?”
“Hmm, you’re right…you aren’t very creative.” I
“Shut up, you are so mean!” He pressed his mouth roughly to mine, before pushing back the blanket, “I should go.”
“No –stay! I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it.” I tugged him back, “Stay here tonight, please?”
He nodded, “Fine, I’ll stay.” He pulled me onto my back, laying his head against my chest, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling my fingers though his hair, “That can’t be very comfortable.”
“Just listening to your heart beat.”
I smiled, nodding, “Good night.”
“Good night, Marius.”
When I woke up a few hours before daylight, he was already gone, but I didn’t really have time to miss him since only a mere three days later, I died. It was a strange sensation, having only fragment memories of both my lives, but everything of my first time in the Underworld. My first instinct was to find Hades –which wasn’t hard. He was waiting for me, saying nothing as he looked at me, before beckoning me to follow him. It was not until we were safely inside of the castle walls, the magic taking immediate effect to make me solid again that he turned to pull me into his arms.
“I will never leave you again.”
“What…what happened, Master?” I asked, “I remember going to sleep, and…then nothing –and I remember this second life, and…you were there, but…it wasn’t you.”
“Persephone showed her vengeful side, I’m afraid… She had you abducted, and reincarnated… I’ve watched over you, I even disguised myself as a student to get closer to you as a mortal… I wanted to tell you who I was, but the chances of you believing me…”
“You told me our story.” I smiled.
He nodded, “I did…in case you didn’t remember when you…got back.”
“Like I could forget, Master,” I smiled, pressing my lips to his.
“I can’t promise that Persephone will not try this again, Marius…but I will do everything in my power to make sure that if she does try, that she doesn’t succeed.”
“Hmm, I am not worried about Persephone, Master.” I shook my head, taking him by the hand to lead him towards his chamber, “Come –we have twenty years to make up for.”
“And they have been the longest twenty years of my existence, Marius.”
I pushed him into the bedroom, closing the door firmly behind us, moving to lock it, before he stopped me.
“There is no one here but us…there isn’t a need to lock up.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing my jaw.
“What do you mean? Where is everyone?”
He shrugged, “I have become preoccupied with you…so I dismissed everyone.”
“Everyone? But who takes care of you, Master?”
“I fend for myself.” He shrugged.
“Master…you should not do that.” I turned in his arms, pressing my lips to his again, “You are a god, and gods should not do menial tasks for themselves.”
“Don’t lecture me, Marius…” He shook his head, pulling my t-shirt over my head, “Hmm…I think I prefer your original clothes –these modern things don’t suit you at all.” His fingers unbuttoned the denim jeans, pushing them past my hips.
“I always thought that you liked me best in nothing, Master?”
“Why do you think I’m taking it all off of you?” He raised an eyebrow, “Take off those silly shoes…they just get in the way.”
I nodded, kicking off the sneakers I had been wearing when I died, followed by rest of my clothing, “Is this better?”
“Much.” He pressed his lips to my chest, leading me towards the bed, pushing me back into the mattress before pulling off his own clothing. When he had undressed, he pushed me down onto the bed, covering my body with his own. His pressed his lips against my shoulder, and raked his fingers through my hair as he pressed a kiss to my jaw, “I know I just laid with you not more then four days ago…but this is so much different. I loved you alive beneath me, but…I think I’ll always love you best when you are just my obedient shade.” He pressed his lips to mine. “Does that make me sound vile, Marius-love?”
I shook my head, “I like being your shade.”
“I do miss the sound of your heartbeat.” He leaned up to press hand to my chest, biting his lip. “I’m sorry you had to die so young again, Marius.”
“I would not want to come back to you old and wrinkled.” I rolled my eyes, and rolled him over, underneath me, “Stop talking, and make love to me already, Master.”
He smiled, putting his hands on my hips, “You seem to know what you’re doing, Marius.”
I sighed, pressing my lips to his, pushing his arms up above his head, nudging his thighs apart with my knee to sprawl across him, pressing our bodies closer together.
“Hmm…this is not our usual game.” He raised an eyebrow at me, and I shook my head, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.
“I did a lot of reading while I was human…I never brought it up because…well, I did not know who you were, and you seemed to want to take me from behind so badly, so who was I to complain when I enjoyed it as much as you did?”
“What did you read; my pretty little slave?”
“Nothing about anything we’ve never done ever before; but the practice of ‘frottage’ did appeal to me. I do not remember when we last did this.” I watched his eyebrow rise slightly as he twisted a lock of my hair around his finger, before he nodded.
“You’re the one in control, Marius, do as you will.” He pulled me back to his mouth, his fingers digging into my hips, trying to thrust me up against him.
“Ah-uh.” I shook my head, taking his hands away from my hips, and pinning them up above my head, continuing to kiss him, moving my member against his to my own accord.
He groaned, resisting the obvious temptation to regain his usual control over me, instead, letting his fingers grip the edge of one of his many silk pillows, and focusing on my mouth, rather then my apparently frustrating tempo.
“Am I not pleasing you, Master?” I purred, biting his ear softly.
“You could never not please me, Marius…however, I’m finding you to be quite the little cock tease.” He grunted, biting down a little harder then he usually might on my shoulder.
“Master!” I shrunk backwards, my hand going to my shoulder, “You bit me!”
He smiled slightly, “Don’t be mad, Marius…” He took my hands, pulling me back, “Come now, we’re not finished here…”
I looked at my fingers half expecting to see blood, but of course there wasn’t any. I looked back at him, sighing, “You take pleasure in the oddest things, Master.”
“Pick up your pace, or I’ll force you into something else.” He raised an eyebrow.
I agreed, kissing him again, complying with him. It had been a long time since the two of us, master and slave, had made love, but I still knew without his warning when he was getting close. My knee nudged on his thigh, wrapping his leg around my hip, driving myself more quickly against him. His breath was hot against my lips, His fingers pulling through my hair again, forcing my lips against his. His tongue was warm, feeling out my mouth as he came between our chests.
“Eh…Master?” His hands went to my hips, continuing to hold me against him as I shifted to part from him.
“You’re not finished yet.” His lips turned in a small smirk, “Besides, you feel good, Marius.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“But Master,” I protested.
“Shh.” He delved into my mouth with his tongue, pushing his hand between our bodies, wrapping a large hand around our members, stroking them together. I moaned, arching my back, and pressing my forehead against his chest, watching his hand stroke up and down our appendages. His chin leaned against the top of my head, as my body tensed, his other hand moved from my hip, using both of his hands.
He lifted my face up to his, placing another kiss against my lips as I reached my peak, our fluids mixed together against his chest.
“Hmm, what a mess…” He allowed me to move from him on top of him, laying on the bed next to him, rubbing his fingers across his torso, before pressing them to his tongue.
“That is mostly your fault, Master.” I licked his fingers as he offered me a taste a moment later, “You make enough seed for ten men. You could fill cups.”
He gave a slight laugh, “And you don’t make enough…not enough to satiate a god, at any rate.”
I frowned, “I am sorry Master, but I am sure there is nothing I can do about that.”
“I wouldn’t want you to.” He kissed me again, pulling me against his side, “You are perfect Marius, just the way you are.