Hades and his Lover (Pt. 5)

Note: Eeek, I hope everyone likes this! It’s definitely taking a turn towards something worth continuing, I think, and while I’m not sure how I really feel about turning this into a continuum, I’m also kind of thrilled about that… Your ideas for more shorts out of the pending continuum are always greatly appreciated, because I really do love writing about these two! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed too! (Eeek, this is also very long!)

The Story of Hades and his Lover
Part Five

“How dare you try to pass a judgment over my kingdom!” Hades’ fist pounded into the thick wooden table positioned between himself and his younger brother. “What gives you any right to try and tell me how to rule the Underworld?”
“What gives me the right is that you’re not dispelling enough of your shades to keep my part of the earth populated!” Zeus retorted. “Every shade must reincarnate every five-hundred years.”
“No!” Hades argued, “This is because of what happened after you kidnapped Marius, isn’t it?”
“Master, please…” I touched his shoulder, reminding him that I was there. “Do not bring me into this?”
Hades shrugged off my hand, still berating his brother, “I’m not going to do what you’re asking me to –I will not let him go again! Just because he managed to retain everything from our life before—”
“Hades, he doesn’t have a life. Marius isn’t a living thing.” Zeus came around the table, gripping his shoulders. “He is your servant and he shouldn’t be anything more then that to you. You are a god, damn it.”
“Fuck you,” Hades shoved on Zeus’s shoulders, hard enough to send him back a step. “You wouldn’t be saying this to me if I had just let you keep him, would you? You don’t understand anything, you’re too young Zeus, too carefree. You sit up here on your fucking mountain and drink and laugh and play and sleep with whoever is willing… Well, guess what, I don’t have that luxury. I get your cast-offs –everyone that you look down on, every person on earth that you use as little pawns in your games of love and war…they all come to me. Crying, moaning, begging… Marius is the only piece of happiness I’ve ever had, and you want to talk that away from me.”
“Don’t be stupid, I gave you a wife. She should…could have made you happy.”
“Persephone caused more trouble then she was ever worth to me!” Hades shook his head. “Don’t be so stupid, and stop trying to control my kingdom. There are plenty of shades that are more then willing to repopulate your earth –but don’t condemn those who want to stay.”
“Master,” I tried to interject again, sliding my hand across his stomach this time from behind. “Please…this is not a bad thing. We can make this work.”
“No,” Hades shook his head. “I won’t stand for being told what to do by my impudent younger brother.”
“Master…Hades,” I sighed, trying to get him to look at me as his equal rather then as his underling for once. “You are making this worse then it is. Even if you agree, it is still four hundred years before it would be my turn to go and I would only be gone for twenty years, and then I would be back.”
“I would lose you for twenty years every five hundred for the rest of eternity? Do you have any idea how long eternity is, Marius?”
“Master,” I turned him to face me, holding his face in my hands. “We’ve already had an eternity together…besides, this could be…exciting.”
“Exciting?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Excuse me, Love, but I don’t get any feelings of excitement at this prospect.”
“Master, maybe we just need to do a small…population boom on earth. Then maybe it won’t even come to pass that I would have to go.”
“Marius, you’re such a dreamer.” Hades pressed a kiss to my forehead, before turning back to Zeus. “I won’t do it. Not unless you agree that he doesn’t have to go.”
“Hades, if he doesn’t go you might face mutiny…and a god being expelled from his kingdom by souls? It doesn’t sound like something you want going down in the books.”
“Then do something about it,” Hades crossed his arms over his chest. “Make him whole. Make him a God like you did for your son.”
“Heracles had to work for that honor,” Zeus reminded him. “Besides, his rightful place was here…Marius is, was, and always will be a mortal shade.”
“That’s shit and you know it.”
“There’s nothing I can do –even if I wanted to. I did all I could to make him immortal, and you know it. Only the Fates can help you, and even their power is limited.” Zeus shook his head.
“Then I’ll talk to them,” Hades shrugged. “But you won’t succeed in taking him away from me, understood?”
Zeus took a moment before nodding, “Of course, I wouldn’t dream of trying that again.” He let his eyes trail over to me, giving me a slight smile. “Although, our short time together was fun, wasn’t it Marius?”
I blushed red, stepping towards Hades and not answering him, putting my hand on his shoulder again, “Master, maybe we should retire for the evening? All this arguing has made you irritable.”
Hades grunted with a slight nod, “I suppose so…Come along then.” He clasped his fingers with mine, turning to look at his brother. “You touch him again and I will destroy you.”
“Understood, Brother,” Zeus nodded again, following us with his eyes as we exited into the antechamber.
“Master, are you still angry?” I asked.
“You called me by my name,” He glanced over at me. “You’ve never done that before…the couple thousand years we’ve been together and you’ve never once called me by my name before.”
“Did it bother you? I am sorry if it did, I just wanted for you to listen to me.” I stopped, pulling his arms around my waist, and laying my head against his chest. “I apologize.”
“No, it didn’t bother me,” Hades smiled softly, kissing my forehead. “I…I liked it. It sounds lovely coming from your mouth.” He placed another kiss to my lips. “Besides, I’m the one who should apologize…I hate bringing you here, but I’m afraid to leave you alone.”
I sighed, “Master, it’s already been a hundred years since I was kidnapped…besides, the only person who still wants me besides you is Zeus. Persephone is with her mother for the season, and she wouldn’t dream of trying that again.”
Hades sighed annoyed, “My brother is infuriating and annoying… I hate the way he looks at you, especially when he can have any other man or woman he wanted.” He brushed his fingers over my forehead, pushing my hair behind my ear. “And then he pouts and whines like a little child when he can’t have his way. I still can’t believe you sometimes when you tell me that being abused like that hasn’t…affected you some how.”
“Master, knowing that you love me makes me stronger then I look.” I kissed his cheek. “Come on, we should go to bed… I will help you forget this horrible argument you have had tonight.” I tempted him.
“Hmm…” He nodded, “You’ve convinced me, let’s go.” He winked teasingly at me before pulling me into our guest bedroom.
I had been to Olympus with Hades several times over the many millennia, but we had never been truly together there, for three reasons. One, because we were always hiding our relationship, two, because Persephone usually accompanied him as well, and three, because I was not comfortable sleeping with him while under the scrutinizing eyes of the other gods and goddesses. This time however, especially since it was our first time together out of the Underworld since Persephone’s treachery and Zeus had kidnapped me, Hades was keeping me tightly at his side, not letting me stray out of his sight. It was awkward, not only because I was forced to listen to Godly argument, but because the entire time I stood slightly to Hade’s right, a hand on the back of his chair, I could feel Zeus’s eyes boring into me past Hera and Apollo at his right.
This was also awkward because I failed to understand the want in Zeus’s eyes. When it came from my lover, I knew how to satiate him. I knew what he wanted, and I was more then happy to give it to him…but when it came from this stranger, I was not sure what to do with myself. Part of me wanted to disappear into embarrassment and part of me wanted to stare back at him defiantly and let him know that he did not scare me, and that he would not get what he wanted from me –not as long as Hades still sat in front of me.
“Do you want something to drink?” Hades offered, only after he had pushed me down onto the plush bed in our guest room and kissed me rather lavishly.
“No,” I shook my head. “But I can get something for you, if you would like.”
“Nonsense, you aren’t my servant this visit.” Hades shook his head, getting up from the bed, and pulling out a bottle of wine from his pack on the floor. “And besides, I didn’t tell I brought this…”
“Do you distrust Zeus that much? Do you really think he would drug us with wine, Master?” I asked, sitting up on my elbows to watching him pour some of the wine into a goblet. “You are growing paranoid.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew my brother,” He took a drink of the wine and then knelt on the edge of the bed, pressing the lip of the goblet to my mouth, “Taste.”
I took a sip of the wine before taking it away from him, “Master, he’s been looking at me all day. I do not really like it.”
“I know,” He nodded. “I don’t like it either Marius, but there really isn’t a whole lot I can do about it, short of gouging out his eyes, which would just grow back.”
“Did you mean what you said earlier? About talking to the Fates?”
“If it means you could be with me forever, I would barter away anything to the Fates. They have unseen powers, I don’t see why they wouldn’t be able to at least point us in the right direction for immortality.”
“Is what you want for me, Master? Or do you want Godhood?”
Hades shrugged, “Whatever will keep you with me, that’s all that’s important.”
I nodded, taking another sip from the goblet of wine, “So, are you going to ravish me, or not?”
Hades grumbled in his throat before taking the goblet back, drinking the rest of it before letting the chalice slip through his fingers with a clinking sound on the floor. Then he pressed his palms to my shoulders, pushing his lips against mine.
“Hmm, Master…too hard,” I pushed my hands against his chest, and turned my head away.
“You said you wanted ravishing,” Hades teased, falling to my side, laying a knee across my hips, and wrapping an arm around my chest, nuzzling his nose against my neck.
“Yes, but I do not want your teeth grating against mine,” I turned my face back to look at him. “Maybe tonight we should just…sleep, yes?”
“You don’t want to make love?” He raised an eyebrow, “Is something wrong, Marius?”
“No, of course not,” I kissed him. “I am just tired. I have been standing all day, trying to avoid looking directly at Zeus, least he set me ablaze with his eyes or something like that.”
“Don’t be silly,” Hades thumb brushed across my cheek. “It wouldn’t do anything to you anyway.”
“Do you want it?” I breathed, my lips touching his softly as I spoke. “Is it that important to you?”
“No,” He breathed back, slightly exasperated.
I smiled, “You can use me if you if you really want too.”
“No,” He kissed me again. “I will be perfectly content to sleep beside you. Besides, we can’t fuck every night now can we?”
“I think we would have bored of each other a long time ago if we did. Besides, if we hold out until we get back home, imagine how much fun it will be.” I raised a suggestive eyebrow at him.
“We’re not leaving here for two more nights,” He moaned, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against mine.
“We’ve gone longer,” I reminded him.
He took a deep breath, “If it’s what you want.”
“I am just not comfortable doing it here,” I shrugged. “I am surprised you are not the one who is being paranoid –we could be being watched right this very moment.”
“Then I hope they enjoy the show.”

The three sisters who made up the Fates were older then the gods, and had amounts of unknown and possibly unlimited power. I had them all briefly many times, when they liked to drop in on Hades and inform him of wars or other disasters they had planned for the mortals. They way the three of them moved in unison –Clotho constantly spinning thread, Lachesis measuring out lengths, and Atropos cutting it all very unceremoniously. Very rarely did they ever did they stop their work, but when Hades asked them about turning me into a god, they stopped dead.
“Excuse us,” Clotho continued her work after almost a full minute of no movement, just staring at Hades with the 1 single eye shared between them. “I don’t think you really realize what you are asking for, Hades.”
“I know exactly what I am asking for. Can you help us, or not?” Hades asked, sitting back in his chair,
Atropos, blind, turned to her head to look at me, “And of you, the little blonde servant boy…this is what you want? Come, come, and say something.”
“Yes,” I took a moment before answering.
“Something like that would come with a heavy price,” Lachesis, the one bearing the eye, looked directly at Hades.
“Anything you want,” Hades shrugged. “What do you want, Sisters? Gold, silver, jewels…”
“It is not really about what we want.” Clotho began to spin the thread again, Lachesis with the measure, and the sharp snap of the scissors cutting down on it a moment later. “In fact, when Zeus brought this to us, we had hoped what you wanted wasn’t true. We are prepared to help you with this problem, but…you won’t like the cost. We know you won’t.”
“Zeus came to you?” Hades started to stand, but I put a hand on his shoulder.
“Master, be calm. What did Zeus say, Sisters?” I asked.
Lachesis hummed, “Should we tell them the cost, Sisters?”
“I don’t know if they can handle it,” Atropos replied with a snap of the scissors
“Don’t be so cryptic,” Hades scoffed. “I take he paid you to do this, so what does he want? That’s what this is about isn’t it? You’ll do it if we agree to his terms.”
“Something like that…” Clotho nodded.
“What is it then?”
“We make your lover into a God if you’ll agree to let him spend three months out of the year with Zeus on Olympus.”
“Never,” Hades shook his head. “How dare he even think I would agree to something like that?”
“Then we can’t help you.”
“Who will?”
“There is no one else, just us. Short of your Lover-Boy becoming a mortal again and doing the whole hero gig…which,” Atropos laughed softly, “is highly unlikely he would even remember he has to accomplish once he was reincarnated… We’re you’re only hope, Hades.”
Hades took a deep breath, before nodding slightly, “And how long until the offer expires?”
“You’ll have a week to decide… We’ll be back then.” All three crones smiled before disappearing in a swirling puff of smoke and sparks.
Hades turned to me, looking solemn, “I won’t do it. Not if that’s what it means.”
“I understand,” I nodded. “But, Master…this is the only way.”
He nodded, “I know…but what would prefer, spending time with him every year or spending five hundred with me for very twenty you’re on earth?”
“But, we never know what will happen…People come back and do not remember anything but they life they just lived. I could come back and not know who you are, Master. The Fates hold that power too, and of anyone, Zeus can make sure that happens just as much as he can make sure this happens… I’m completely vulnerable there, who knows what would happen? Besides…this isn’t about what I want. It’s about what you can live with.”
Hades sighed, shaking his head, “I don’t want either.”
“And Zeus will settle for either. It’s your choice,” I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I will do whatever you want.” I started to leave to let him think, but he pulled me back, positioning me in front of him to wrap his arms around my waist, his forehead pressing against my stomach. “…Master?”
He didn’t reply, standing, and lifting me up under the thighs to wrap my legs around his waist, my arms going around his neck.
“Master, what are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m going to fuck you,” He replied.
“Oh? Do I get a say in this?”
“No, not really,” He shook his head, pushing open the door with his hip to carry me towards the bedroom. “Is there a problem? Because you should voice it now, just in case I do decide to heed it.”
“Well, besides that it is only just after dinner time, and there is still many hours in the day… this is slightly unprecedented.”
“I need this, and so do you.” He dropped me on the edge of the bed, pushing me back into the mattress, stroking his fingers up my stomach. “I can tell.”
“Well, we did just get back from Olympus this morning, so it has been awhile…” I smiled, kissing him and biting softly on his lip. “But what’s this really about? You’re covering up something aren’t you?”
“Let me love you first,” Hades countered.
I sighed, “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
“I do.” He nodded.
“And what did you decide?” I asked.
“That while I hate to think about what my brother will be doing to you, it’s probably for the best.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. Besides, it could have been worse. He could requested six months, but no…he only wants three, which leaves you with me for nine. It’s a good deal, Marius.”
I nodded, “But are you sure you can live with that? You know exactly what he wants me there for.”
“Can you live with it?” He asked.
I took a moment before nodding, “We can get through anything. Being with him isn’t going to change how I feel about you. He knows I won’t love him…I won’t, Master.”
“I know that,” He kissed me, before tugging my shirt over my head pressing his lips to my chest. “But, let’s not think about it before we tell anyone, okay?”
I nodded, “Of course.”
His mouth against my skin was bittersweet, as if he knew it would be the last time it would ever just be us, with no one coming between us, no one else on our minds, no worrying about what was to come…just the two of us.
My hands slid up his chest, underneath his thin silk button-down, undoing the clasps as I went before pushing the smooth fabric over his shoulders his arms gliding out of it willingly, then I let it slip between my fingers onto the bed next to us.
“So, what do you want? How do you want it?” He asked, his hands raking through my hair. “You want your frot?” He teased, kissing my shoulder before looking me in the eye again. “Missionary, cowboy, docking, interfemoral, buttockery? What’s your pleasure, Marius?”
“What do you want, Master?” I asked, linking my fingers behind his neck.
He took a deep breath past his lips, exhaling through his nose against my chest, “It all sounds good…You must have a preference?”
I smiled, shaking my head, “No, not really…any way I can be close to you, kiss you, hold you…” I bit my lip before kissing him. “It does not matter quite yet anyway, you are not even hard yet.”
“I’m hard enough to start thinking about how I’m going to make you groan, and scrape your nails down my back.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, leaning back to unbutton the clasp on my trousers. I rolled my eyes, brushing his hands away to slip the button through the hole on his jeans, and slid the zipper down, pushing his own trousers past his hips, stroking my fingers along his length.
“Hmm, I guess you are.”
“Tease,” He scoffed, kissing me, before getting off the bed to slid the dark cloth off into a puddle on the floor, before roughly pulling mine off as well.
“Ooh, and now you’re being rough…being a little wayward can pay off.”
“You like that, do you?” He asked, stretching over me before rolling me on top of him, clasping his fingers behind my back, my palms pressing into the bed above his shoulders.
“Sometimes,” I nodded, kissing him with that short bittersweet feeling we had gone through before. It wasn’t like we could say it out loud –that that’s what my life would be like the three months I was with Zeus. Hot, rough sex on a nightly basis…and it would be very unlikely that I would ever get my say in what happened to my body. Once I was deemed a God, he would be free to execute any kind of torture he wanted on me without the possibility of leaving any kind of mark, no worry about a spell wearing off and going incorporeal... Three months on Mount Olympus may equal a nightly shredding, but I would be equal, or at least closer in power to him this time.
Hades slid a hand across my hips and between our bodies, caressing his fingertips along my member, before pushing me back, “Turn around.”
I raised an unsatisfied eyebrow, “Why?”
“Why do you think?” He tempted, lapping his tongue against my lips. “Now c’mon…play along, Marius.”
“Master...”
“You’ll like it, I promise.” He patted my butt softly. “Now c’mon…turn around, on all fours.”
I complied, with a soft grumble, grabbing one of the pillows to lean my elbows on, “Alright, I did as you asked.”
“You’re very pretty from the back,” He taunted licking his tongue along my backside. I groaned softly, closing my eyes, my hips shifting backwards as he pulled away, splaying his hands across my cheeks, pulling them apart before devouring his mouth over the opening, probing his tongue inside, shallow at first then gradually a little deeper. Eventually, at a little prompting he replaced his tongue with a finger, then two, then three.
“Okay,” He patted me softly on the hip, “Come back into my lap.” He leaned up against the headboard, slowly stroking himself, his member slick and glistening with lubricant I had not seen him use. I crawled back across the bed, pressing my knees into his hips, taking his hands away from his member, which were sticky as I clasped our fingers together, lowering myself slowly over him, grunting softly against his throat.
He tilted my face towards his, kissing me softly as I engulfed him, “You feel good…tight.”
“You are still not completely hard,” I chastised him, groaning slightly as I came to settle over him completely.
“I’m getting there,” He promised nipping his lips against my neck. “Are you alright?” I nodded, sliding my knees back to lift up off of him slowly, before pushing back down, His slippery hands went to my hips, mine gripping his shoulders and closing my eyes to rock on his member. I felt him get harder inside of me before he groaned, one of his hands on my own rigid appendage, stroking me, the other hand lifting my chin to kiss me as he climaxed, filling me. I moaned softly, moving my hands from his shoulders to his face and kissed him more forcefully, reacquainting our tongues and continued to stroke him in and out until I felt him fully soften again.
“If I get up, I am going to make a mess,” I breathed against his lips. “Come is going to go everywhere, Master, I can feel it.”
“Then stay there, but if you do, I can’t take you in my mouth and help you finish.”
I moaned, shaking my head, “No…just your hands are fine.” I kissed him again.
“You’ll have to get off of me eventually,” He chided, his lips brushing my jaw and his hand continuing to stroke my member.
“I will worry about that in a minute…” I laid my head against his shoulder, breathing heavily against his neck. “Fuck…”
“Does it feel good?” He whispered, his thumb brushing over the tip wiping the pre-come across the head. “You’re very close, I can feel it.”
“It does feel good,” I assured him. “Especially when paired with your warm come still inside me.”
He hummed, kissing my throat, and I turned my face to capture his lips as I came across our stomachs, wrenching my hips forward involuntarily, his member sliding out of my rectum, his come seeping out, trickling down my thighs.
“Well, you did make a mess didn’t you?” He taunted me, pushing me back to lick some of the come from my chest.
“You should clean it up, it is your fault.” I scoffed.
“My fault? Why is this my fault?” He asked, leaning up on his elbows. “You’re the one who made me wait to fuck you for almost three days…”
“I am teasing you,” I kissed him. “But, we should go shower before it goes everywhere.”
“Agreed,” He nodded, watching me get up from the bed, groaning slightly as the come continued to trickle down my thighs. “You are so gorgeously dirty…are you are sure you want to shower just now? Maybe we could have another quick go…”
“We can have a go in the shower,” I grinned, holding out my hand to him. “C’mon.”

“While you’re here, you’ll stay in my rooms,” Zeus took bag with my few essential belongs from me, setting it on the end of the bed. “You can roam around as you want, but I request that you be in this room by the time Apollo returns from his daily run.”
I nodded, looking at my new surroundings for the next three months. It was the room I had been in the last time I was alone with him, the chest I had been tied across sitting at the end of the vast bed –even bigger the one in Hades’ bedroom.
“You’re not going to say anything?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest. “Not even a few choice obscenities, no questions as to what the fuck is wrong with me, what you’re doing here?”
“Should I have anything to say?” I asked, looking directly at him, “Do I really have to voice the fact that I do not want to be here? I thought we were both painfully aware of that situation, pardon me for not realizing that this was coming out of the blue for you.”
“There isn’t any need to be sarcastic, Marius.”
“There is not?” I asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, “I would like to think that you’re getting off a little easy, considering that you’ve made deals behind my lover’s back in your favor, coercing my being here out of the Fates in exchange for my godhood.”
“How’s that going for you so far? The sister’s told me it could be a little uncomfortable.”
“Well, I am strong enough now to be able to fight back, so that will be a welcome change.”
“I now you’ve already made up your mind about me, but I really didn’t bring you here to be my sex-pet.”
“Oh really? Silly me, jumping to conclusions…please, tell why you requested me to be here for three months out of the year for the rest of eternity then?”
“Besides I finally saw my first opportunity to have you since I first saw you.” He took a step closer to the bed, pushing me back by the shoulders into the soft mattress before hovering slightly over me. “I didn’t know you were Hades’ lover when I fell in love with you. How was I supposed to know that you were anymore then a very attractive shade?”
I turned my face away, only to have his thumb and finger turn it back rather sharply. My reached up, pulling his hand away –this time an easy feat, and brought my knee up between his legs –but not hard, just enough to get a soft grunt past his lips.
“I do not have any other feelings for you outside of resentment, bordering on hatred. You can do whatever you want to me for the next three months and I will play the part of your slave or whatever it is that you want from me…but I will not love you.”
“I’m not asking you to love me back, Marius. I know that you won’t return these feelings for me. My brother has you completely brainwashed, doesn’t he?”
“Hades has never brainwashed me, he did not need to.”
“That’s what you think.”
“Trying to turn me against him isn’t going to work either, Zeus. That would just be your own attempt to try and convince me that he is an unsavory character.”
“Why are you fighting me so much?” He asked, pushing himself back off the bed, striding away towards his small bar, pouring himself a glass of wine. “Why are you so adamantly and dead-set against this arrangement?”
“Are you seriously asking me that question?” I asked, sitting back on my elbows, watching him across the room.
“I am.” He nodded, sipping from the chalice, staring at me pointedly.
“You already know that answer –I do not love you.”
“And yet, here you are. You could have said no, you could have taken the other deal, but no…you and Hades both chose and agreed to this plan. I don’t think you have any right to be angry about this.”
“I have plenty of reason to be angry about this. You used me as a pawn to get what you wanted out of your brother. I do not think you actually have any feelings for me at all, I am just a small piece in a large puzzle you are trying to put together, am I not?”
He didn’t argue, mulling over the metaphor for a few moments before shaking his head, “No, you’re not just a toy, Marius. I really do have feelings for you. You’ll come to see that.”
“Wanting to fuck me does not mean that you have ‘feelings’ for me, sir, just that you are sexually ambiguous.” I sat up, my palms still pressed into he bed, keeping me upright.
“Ooh, you’re pulling out the large vocabulary today, aren’t you, Marius?”
“Do not be so boorish, it really doesn’t suit you.”
“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?” He asked, setting the goblet down, and striding back to me, pushing me back onto the bed again, his rough hands pressed against my face, tilting my chin up. “You want me make me angry, don’t you? It’s better for you when I’m angry isn’t it? It doesn’t feel as though you’re cheating on him then, am I right?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, my hands gripping around his wrists.
“You want me to force you into this, even though you want it just as much as I do. It doesn’t matter that you don’t love me, Marius. You’re still a man, aren’t you? You’ve only had sex with one person in your long existence, and that’s been Hades, hasn’t it? You want to know what it’s like to do it with someone else, don’t you? You’re curious to know if it’s any different… I won’t tell Hades if that’s what you’re afraid of. He’ll never know…he can sit in his self-imprisonment in the Underworld and dream about what kind of tortures you’re undergoing, and when you get back, you can just tell him that…you don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why would I want that?”
“Why wouldn’t you? You are curious, aren’t you, Marius?”
“No.”
“You’re so cute when you lie…your eyes shift just so slightly to the left when you do it.”
I stared pointedly at him, “I am not lying to you. I want no part in this…”
“But you want me to abuse you, am I right?”
“To have you abuse me is better then giving into you willingly.”
“Is that so?” He mused, shifting onto his side next to me, curling a muscular leg over my hip, stroking a finger down my cheek. “…You know what I’m going to do over the next three months, Marius?”
“I have a pretty good idea, if it’s anything like the last time I was in this room.”
“I’m going to break you like a horse….a great stallion.”
“Breaking out the whips, are we?”
“If that’s what you want, Marius…is that what it’s going to take? A good beating? Maybe a little starvation? Locking you up, perhaps?”
I did not reply again, averting my eyes. He was partly right…I was curious to know what it was like, but at the same time, I had no desire to go through with fulfilling my curiosity. I was perfectly happy to have one, and only one lover –and between Zeus and Hades, I would pick Hades in a heartbeat. It was not even that I did not like Zeus…he was attractive (a god after all), with thick curly blonde locks that were cut short, a strong masculine body, worn-smooth hands that (as much as I hated to admit) felt good against my skin. His eyes were a deep blue color, deeper then my own. His nose was flat-bridged and very Romanesque. What he had said before had been true –I did look a lot like him, except for my much softer features. He was a warrior and I was a peon.
“Look at me,” His fingers turned my head, his fingers pressing against the sides of my face, near my eyes –a signal that if he wanted to, it would be no trouble at all for him to just…pop them out of their sockets. “Is that what you want?”
“What I want does not matter to you, does it?”
“Of course it matters!” He sighed, exasperated. “I’m not this monster you think I am, you know! Was I cruel to take you away from Hades, yes I suppose I was, but that doesn’t mean I’m a bad person.”
I raised an eyebrow, “…Excuse me, could you go over that last bit again?”
He shook his head, sitting up on the edge of the bed again, running his hand through his hair, “Forget it. I have things to do. Don’t get lost, and make sure you’re back here at the designated time.”
He started to get up, before turning around, “And, just so you know, you can’t leave the Mountain, so don’t try it. I don’t want to have to punish you Marius, but I won’t hesitate to do it if it comes to that.”
“I doubt that that at all.”

Walking around the God’s palace was a little bizarre. Everywhere you turned, there was someone there–a servant, a god, a demigod, bizarre creatures. Not at all like the quiet underworld. This place was bright, cheerful, full of pace and excitement… It made me miss home –the dark, quiet, dull underworld where it was just (for the last year or so) me and Hades, and the occasional stray animal, or servant, hired on temporarily to do a mass sweep of the castle before it started to fall into decay.
“Good morning, Marius.” Hestia, the goddess of the Hearth and sister to Zeus and Hades looked up from where she had been stoking a fire in one of the libraries. “Did you just arrive?” I must have looked surprised, because she laughed, brushing her long braid off her shoulder behind her as she stood, brushing any soot from her pastel blue skirt. “Ah, I see…surprised to see a God at work, am I right? I prefer to take care of the fireplaces around here –the servants don’t know how to tend a fire for shit around here.” She crossed the space between us, touching her hand to my arm. “Oh, you’re cold; you should come closer to the fire then.”
“It’s alright, I’m always cold,” I shook my head, glad that something finally came out of my mouth.
She laughed again, linking her arm with mine, “Well in that case then, shall I give you the grand tour? I’m sure wandering around by yourself isn’t really giving you much in terms of the lay of the land, is it?”
“You’d be surprised what you can learn by wandering –but, sure. If you have time that is.”
“I have plenty of time… Gods don’t actually do a whole lot. I’m sure that Zeus is actually playing a bit of Chinese Football with Artemis or something.” She rolled her eyes, “We all know that we have little to do anymore…but, we still try to act busy. Don’t tell anyone I told you that though. They might get a little irate with me.”
“Is that why Zeus made the deal with Fates? Because he is bored?” I couldn’t help myself from asking the question, even though I wasn’t sure if Hestia had any idea what I was talking about, or even if she would know the inner most workings of Zeus’s head. I had a feeling that she did though –the silent goddess, sitting a the hearth, rarely making her presence known…listening and listening whether she was meant to or not.
“Hmm…I wouldn’t say that was the only reason, but I think it could be construed as part of it.” She nodded, tugging me along with her. “I mean, after the fall of the Greek and Roman empires on earth, we’re only considered as Mythology… No one ever really prays to us anymore…well, except to Hecate, but those people tend to be psychopaths.”
“Then what? What does he think that he will accomplish by making Hades and my life miserable? This doesn’t make sense to me, m’ lady.”
She giggled, “M’ lady? Oh please, Hestia is fine. I am not some snotty goddess –besides, you’re one of us now aren’t you? What was that like anyway?”
“I had to drink a potion; it felt as though my insides were melting.” I cringed.
She nodded, “I would imagine so. Those Fates are pretty tricky broads.”
“They can be a little unnerving, I try not to spend to much time with them…they always stare at me like I don’t belong there.”
“Well…do you?” She asked, stopping, turning to stand in front of me. “I don’t men to sound…you know rude, but just how long have you been with my brother? You’ve been coming here with him on those few rare occasions for longer then I can even remember…were you his lover then?”
I shrugged, “I was his servant for a long time before I became his lover…but it has been a long time.”
“Hmm,” She turned again, continuing down the hall, beckoning me to follow her. “I think Zeus’s biggest problem is that he hates it when Hades is happy.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know the story of the creation and Zeus’s coming into power, right? Well, what they don’t tell you is that Zeus and Posideon had already agreed that Zeus would rule –after all, he was the one of us that hadn’t been devoured by Cronus and freed us…he deserved it. The rest of us all grew up inside of our father…and even then, Hades was a little different then the rest of us. He was always a little cynical and bitter, and when we were freed, well… He didn’t like that he was being undermined even though he was the eldest son. Anyway, so they drew a lottery…but all three papers said Underworld on them… Posideon and Zeus switched their pieces with ones they were already carrying. Hades was so pissed when he found out! It wasn’t even that he doesn’t like living in the Underworld, it suits him just fine, but that his brothers would deceive him like that? And then, Zeus tries to make up for it by telling him he can marry Persephone? Oh please, that was doomed to fail from the beginning. I mean, she is so dull…”
“Do you like him?”
“Who?” She asked, turning again.
“Hades.”
“He’s my brother,” She smiled. “I love him… I love everyone. It’s not really my place to judge my siblings or their children though.”
I took a moment to stare at her before shaking my head, “Okay, whatever you say.”
“So, tell me about yourself.” She pushed open the door to a room, ushering me inside, before closing it again behind her. It was a bright, cheery room, very feminine. The large four-poster bed was situated between the two large windows overlooking the garden, and the large fireplace was clean, and tidy, scarlet upholstered furniture littering the room. She took a seat in one of the wing-backed chairs, looking at me.
“Um, well…there isn’t that much to say. I’ve been dead for two thousands years.”
“Well, do you like it with Hades? What’s it like living down there?”
“Much like living up here, I suppose. It is a little colder, a little darker, but it is not a bad place. I enjoy it.” I shrugged. “Hades has gorgeous gardens, a very large castle… Have you never been there?”
“I’ve never really left Olympus.” Hestia shrugged. “Once in awhile, back in the day I would go visit the mortals, but…no more of that, I guess. It’s not worth it to go down there now. It’s rather scary, actually.”
“I know what you mean,” I nodded.
We were quiet for a few minutes before she looked up at me, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, “Marius?”
“Yes?”
“Just so you know…when you need to get away from him, you’re more then welcome to come find me. I may not be good for much anymore, but I can still listen, if you need to talk. I can do that yet.”
“Thank you, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. It’s only three months, right?”
She shrugged, “You’d be surprised how long three months can take to pass.”


“You’re late.” Zeus was already sitting on the bed when I walked in to “our” room about a month into our arrangement, after a day with Hestia playing games outdoors.
“Sorry,” I sat on the edge of the bed, unlacing the sandals I wore, setting them by the corner of the bed. “I was with Hestia.”
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately. She likes you, then?”
“Apparently,” I shrugged. “She’s usually the one that comes to find me, not the other way around.” I felt his eyes on me as I lifted my shirt over my head and folded it before setting it down on one of the chairs, followed soon after by my trousers. “So, what will it be tonight? Hair pulling and handcuffs or you going to break out that whip you like to tease me with?” I stared pointedly over my shoulder at him.
He stared back, his eyes on my face, which surprised me, making my gaze waiver for a moment. His eyes tended to be piercing and intense, which made me not want to look into them, but if I did not, he would probably take it as a sign of being “broken” which was the last thing I wanted him to think.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” It was starting to unnerve me….just staring like that, and not saying anything to me.
“You piss me off.”
“Funny that…” I shrugged. “Perhaps you should have gotten to know me better before you devised this plan? You’re stuck with me now, I guess.”
“No…I don’t regret that. I can just seal your mouth if you talk to much while I’m fucking you. I’m talking about the time in between sex. You never have anything nice to say to me do you? Your tone is always sarcastic… why can’t you talk to me like you talk to Hades?”
“Because I like Hades…I have feelings for Hades. You are just an asshole.” I scoffed, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring pointedly back at him.
“Do you talk to Hestia like this?”
“I’m not fucking Hestia.”
“Maybe you should,” Zeus shrugged. “Of course, she’s missing an essential part of the anatomy for what you tend to like, but I’m sure you could get around that. You love her, right?”
I shrugged, “I don’t just go around loving people, Zeus. She’s a very kind woman, and I enjoy spending time with her. She helps me to relieve the monotony I would otherwise face being here on my own… But as for loving her, I don’t know; maybe as my sister but nothing more then that.”
“You know, back when you were first born, men married their sisters all of the time.”
“Is that your plan? Force me to marry Hestia…if you can’t have me, no one can?”
“Would it work?”
“No. You know as well as anyone I still have to return to the Underworld regardless of what you may have planned.”
“Ah, of course… you spent two thousand some years eating pomegranates. Stupid asshole,” He shook his head.
“You know, it isn’t as though I asked for you to fall in love with me. I was perfectly happy before you came to such a realization. If anyone is at fault for anything, it is you. Why could you not just be happy with all of your concubines?”
“Do you have an idea how long I’ve been ruling here; married to that infernal Hera? Nearly three millennia, Marius…it isn’t my fault I get bored being with the same people all of the time.”
“Maybe you just need better hobbies.”
“You are my better hobby, Marius.”
“You shouldn’t treat your hobbies like shit then.”
“Excuse me? When have I ever treated you poorly?”
My eyes widened slightly, “You did not just say that.”
“No, I am completely serious. When I have I ever actually hurt you? Never. Yes, I’ve tied you up, I’ve entered you without warning…but you heal.”
“You kidnapped me, and now are keeping me here out of my will without letting me see or speak with my lover! Physical pain heals, but that is not your game, is it? You get a sick, deviant type pleasure out fucking with my head. That and you don’t…” I stopped, pressing my fingers to my lips and turning away from him, shaking my head.
“What? I don’t what?” He prodded, sitting up moving to sit a little closer to me, touching his hand to my bare back. My body tensed for a second before relaxing again –a moment he didn’t ignore, and he sighed. “What is that I’m doing wrong, Marius? I want for you to be happy here, but I’m obviously missing something pretty essential that you’re only getting when you’re with…him.”
“You really want to know why I don’t like being with you, Zeus?”
“Yes! Why would I ask if I didn’t want to know?”
I turned my head slightly looking at him, the concern on his face registering with my gaze, “You do not take care of me.”
“What are you talking about? Of course I take care of you…I feed you, cloth you (for the most part), I haven’t beat you yet, I let you go anywhere you want.”
“That is not what I am talking about. Yeah, you would make an excellent father, but I mean…I am talking about sexually. You do not take care of me, Zeus. This is all about you. If I am not your sex slave, should I not reap some of the benefits of copulating with you?”
He looked at me for a moment, tilting his head slightly to the side, “You mean, you don’t…of course you do! You have too had an orgasm, Marius!”
“Not with you,” I shook my head. “Not because you did anything for me at any rate.”
“Well…why did it take you a month to say something about this?”
“Because I can ’no talk to you, Zeus,” I shook my head.
“We’re talking right now.”
“No, we are arguing right now. Everything we say to each other comes out as an argument.”
“That’s because you’re a sarcastic little wench.”
“See? And now you are calling me names.”
“…I just can’t win with you, can I?” He shook his head. “Fine –okay, I won’t talk to you like that, if you stop talking to me in that sarcastic and demeaning tone.”
“I can not help that. It is just what comes out of my mouth when I speak to you.”
“I’ll make a deal with you then…” He knelt on his knees behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressing his lips to my neck. “You teach me how to satisfy you, and I’ll try and help you stop using that tone of voice.”
“…You, you want me to help you what?”
“If I’m not satisfying you, I want to know how to do that. So, you’ll need to teach me.”
“…Right now?”
“No. Not tonight...I’m not in the mood after arguing with you again. But tomorrow night, we can have a our first lesson, yes?”
I turned to look at him. His eyes weren’t hard anymore, but actually rather soft, not so intense as they were before. Sort of loving actually, in a bizarre kind of way.
“…Okay. I’ll help you.”