Hades and his Lover (Pt. 8)

Note: Okay, so I’ve been thinking about how to write this for a couple of days now and I think I’ve figured out a way to combine all of my incoherent thoughts into one coherent thing... I have dark thoughts for continuing after this part, which I think I may want to warp into something different from H&M… Enjoy, and please tell me what you think!

Hades and his Lover
Part 8

Rain –yes, rain, was splattering across the windows that I was frozen stiffly in front of. I had been on this…this hell called Earth II for nearly a year. After the apocalypse on Earth, the entire known universe imploded upon itself with the exception of the gods. The three brothers: Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, decided to try something new with the creation of Earth II. Zeus called on Hades’ promise he had made –anything in exchange for him to stop abusing me.
“I want to put Marius in a position of God on Earth. I want him on land, on the new super-continent.” Zeus explained, stoppering Poseidon’s argument that he was already a god on the new earth, having already taken to commanding the vast waters. “We start civilization over again at the point it began to go wrong and reshape it. Make a game out of it, perhaps.”
“But brother, Earth went wrong a long time ago. Wouldn’t it be easier to just…start completely over? Or maybe just say to hell with useless peons?” Hades asked.
“Oh, Hades,” Zeus cooed, stroking a finger across Hade’s jaw, “you’re so sore because I’m taking Marius away from you.”
“You’re not taking him away from me,” Hades argued. “He still has to come back.”
“No he doesn’t…the rules changed the moment that the world was sucked in upon itself,” Zeus shook his head. “None of the old rules apply anymore. Your marriage is Persephone is now completely null, as are all of the other marriages we’ve acquired that haven’t gone well –Hera is thrilled. Everything is starting fresh, even us.”
I watched him clench his jaw, and shake his head, “No.”
“You can’t tell me no,” Zeus smiled wickedly. “You promised me anything, and I want for Marius to be God to our new…peons, as you called them. Don’t fret, Brother…you’ll still see him.”
“Why do you want to take him away from me?” Hades accused.
“Why are you so unwilling to let him go after millions of years,” Zeus exaggerated.
“Because I love him, that’s why!” Hades scoffed.
“If you love him, you’ll let him go. He’ll be well taken care of, Hades. Both mentally and…physically,” Zeus arched an eyebrow suggestively. “I’ll see to it personally.”
“You will do no such thing.”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Zeus assured him.
“Why don’t we try it,” Poseidon stepped between the two of them. “Five years, and if the new civilization isn’t responding to his presence, he’ll go back to being with you, Hades.” Poseidon’s eyes were that of the soft mediators, but there was also a kind of…confusion, hidden in their depths. Try as he might to want to understand Hades’ feelings towards me, and the desire that Zeus felt for him, he was the odd-brother-out, stuck as a sort of outcast who had no desire whatsoever to lay with another man, especially not one of his brothers.
Hades took a moment, looking over to me where I had perched on the edge of one of the chairs, “What do you think, Marius?”
“Do I have a choice?” I asked.
“Of course you have a choice,” Hades nodded.
I looked down at my feet, thinking over the decision. If I went, it wasn’t guaranteed that I would achieve anything, and compared to the lengths of time we had gone apart, five years wasn’t that long of a time. If I didn’t go, I wouldn’t know if I would have made that difference or not, and I may regret it later…but I would get to spend my days with Hades…the rules had changed, so I wouldn’t have to go to Olympus anymore…
I looked up, “I…I will go.”
“Are you positive that is what you want, Marius?” Hades looked slightly hurt.
“Master, if I do not go, who knows what will happen? The universe could just…collapse again, but if I go, and I can help change what went wrong…maybe humanity can be a success?”
Hades took a moment before he nodded, agreeing, “Fine. Five years, and all of the Gods will get together to make an assessment. If Earth II passes, then…Marius stays there, but if they haven’t changed since the last Earth, then he stays with me.”
Poseidon looked at Zeus, “Brother?”
“Agreed,” Zeus tipped his head in a short nod.
And that was how I found myself in a simple, but elegant castle, much like the one that Hades resided in, in the Underworld. I was the master of my castle, of my land, of almost all of the planet with the exception of the waters, but…I missed my home, deep in the underworld. I missed the crying outside of the castle walls, the steel grey skys, the faux sun that shone dimly. Earth II was bright, and cheery and full of life… Even my castle bustled with it, servants that sought only to serve their God.
“Marius,” warm, masculine arms wrapped around my waist and I pushed them away, the first movement I had made in hours –since I had stopped in front of the window to watch the rain race across the windows, and create puddles in the dirt outside.
“No,” I didn’t want the voice and body to continue. “Leave me.”
“Are you going to be sad forever? When Zeus came to me, he told me to make you happy…” his chin rested on my shoulders, and I shifted away from him again, feeling sick just at being close to another man that wasn’t Hades.
“You don’t have that kind of power,” I didn’t want to be mean to Jacob, but I couldn’t help it. He was attractive, and looked similar to Hades, but every time he stepped close to me, my entire body was just moments away from convulsion. “Just leave.”
It wasn’t even that I didn’t like Jacob. When he wasn’t around, he was performing other manservant duties for me, mostly things that I made sure put him as far away from me as possible. As far as I could tell, he was doing a fine job…but the moment he entered my rooms and slid is arms around my waist in an attempt to fulfill his promise to Zeus to “keep me happy”, my stomach churned and ached and I had no choice but to shove him away. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with this…this human. I wanted only one person, not to add another notch to my bedpost. Two partners in my many millennia of existence, was quite enough. Jacob however wanted to be with me, and it completely eluded me why.
Maybe it was because he had a desire to please Zeus, maybe he simply felt honor-bound to please his gods, I don’t know. I supposed that I could just kill him, prove that there would be only one person for me and that those unworthy need-not-apply for my affections, lest they meet an untimely fate as well… but the world was new, and humanity had yet to experience a human death. I didn’t want to shock them to badly. I didn’t want them to think that I was cruel.
My role as God-on-Earth meant that I was to get civilization back to working order, offer council, and prove dominance over them. Population thus-far was small; a handful of shades, that Hades had set aside, had their memories erased and were placed back on the new Earth. The oldest in the group was at about thirty, the youngest about five. Out of the hundred in my area of residence, ten of them worked various jobs in the castle, the rest worked agriculturally or in a trade. There were a few other groups elsewhere on the continent, but unless one of the humans or a fellow god alerted me to a problem, I did not deal with them directly.
The sound of a soft purr at my feet brought me back from my day dream, and I knelt down to pick up the mangy old cat that had taken to prowling the premises. Behind me, Jacob growled in annoyance.
“You do not like me, but you’ll cuddle with a flea infested animal?”
“Damian does not have fleas,” I replied coolly, referring to the cat by name. “And the cat is not trying to molest me.”
His growl turned into a soft whine, “But Marius, I just want to take care of you! I want to please you and all of the gods! You’ve give us a great gift and I want to repay you for it!”
“Repay me by being a good person,” I scoffed, rubbing Damian behind the ears. “I do not think that being a sexual nuisance is a good ‘thank you’ at all.” He moved to touch me again, and I side-stepped him, moving to sit in one of the deep over-stuffed chairs, “Did you finish the list of chores I asked you to do?”
“Well, I couldn’t remember what you said to do after the ironing,” He admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Was it to hang your shirts or dust in the library?”
“Both have to be done, it doesn’t matter in which order. Once you’ve finished with those, go to bed. It’s getting late,” I looked past him again out of the window to watch the rain race across the windows.
“Marius? Do you ever sleep?” He asked, kneeling down in front of me “You stay up far later, and get up far earlier then I do…I worry.”
“I am an immortal being, I do not need to sleep,” I adjusted Damian in my arms, his paws stretching out in front of him before he curled up in a ball in my lap, purring happily.
“Have you ever slept?”
“Jacob, you aren’t going to catch me off guard while I am in slumber. I don’t want you in any way other then as a servant in my castle.”
“But…this is how it started between you and Hades, isn’t it?” He asked, his eyes showing his excitement brought on by the tale; excitement and a spark of hope. “Why can’t it work the same way for us? You won’t let yourself love me, why?”
“What a silly question,” I shook my head. “Go finish your chores now.” A clap of thunder and a bolt of lightening emphasized my request. “I’m done talking now. Just go do what I asked of you.”
He sighed, getting up from the floor and going behind my chair. He stood there for a moment before leaning over the back to press his lips against my cheek, “Of course, Marius. Goodnight.”
Damian opened one eye at me as I stopped stroking my hand down his back once I heard the door close behind Jacob.
“It is not my fault he is pushy, Damian.” I looked down at him, “Besides, what would I want with him anyway? He is not my master. One day you will meet another nice cat and understand.” I patted his head before lifting him up to kiss the top of his head before replacing him on the chair after I had stood up. “Good night Damian.”

It was nearing the years end and it was beginning to get cooler. I hadn’t seen my Master since he had left me in my castle, on a similarly hazy and cold day. He hadn’t really said anything, stopping at the door –serving as a temporary portal between the Gods and Earth, to press a last kiss to my lips before he disappeared. Since he had left, I had only heard rumors about what he was doing in my absence –hiding out in the Underworld, locking himself away. I wanted to see him so badly, but I wasn’t allowed to leave my post, and Hades was probably over-run, trying to scrape together a few people to help him in the castle –having to start over completely from scratch was a big job for him, so I did not blame him for not visiting me.
I worried though that he wanted to replace me. He had found me at the beginning of time, and it wasn’t to long before I was sharing a bed with him… What if he found another shade to take my place? It was a silly thing to worry about, but I could not help it. You would have thought that within a year, he could have spared a moment –even just a single moment to see me, but no there was nary a word from him.
I felt as though I should have some kind of a tower to wait for him in like the sailor’s wives used to –over looking the ocean so that they could see when their husbands ships were on the rise…not that it would have meant anything. It’s not like I expected Hades to board a ship to come back to me or anything. He could walk through the door behind me from where I was looking out over the land, through the door connecting our worlds, at any moment he wanted. It was the symbolism I wanted –symbolic for him to see that I was here waiting for him. I was forbidden to leave Earth, so everything was pretty much left to him. I couldn’t help it.
“You look intense,” the voice was soft in my ear, almost as though he had been hearing my pleas for him that I had been bemoaning in my head.
“Master,” I couldn’t stop the smile that crossed my lips as I turned in his arms to look at him. “Master, you’re really here?”
He nodded, looking tired, “Yes. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get away to see you…You’ve been well? You don’t look a though you’ve been sleeping, Marius.”
“Neither do you,” I pointed out.
His smile was soft, but seemed to be slightly forced, “I can’t sleep without you by my side. The cat helps, sometimes, but mostly I just lie awake.”
“You sleep with the cat?” I grinned.
“Sometimes, he’s very good company.”
I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips, savoring his mouth and the familiar taste I hadn’t had the chance to enjoy in so many months. His tongue was warm and wet against mine, but his hands were pleasantly cool as they ran under the hem of my tunic. “Master, I’m so glad that you’re here—” I sobered, breaking the kiss before I allowed the two us to get any further then was possible. “How long are you here for? A few minutes? A day?”
“I can only stay for a few hours,” He shook his head sadly. “I shouldn’t have even snuck away now, but I could feel that you needed me.”
“I do need you,” I sighed, resting my head against his chest. “I miss you, and Zeus tried to replace you with some…some human, not that humans are bad, obviously, I just…I don’t want Jacob, I want you.”
“I understand,” He nodded, and pulled me towards the bed, ushering me to lay down in his arms. He tilted my head up, hooking his index finger under my chin before acquainting his mouth with mine again. It felt good, like no time at all had passed since the last time we’d been together like this –only mere moments, melting together. Only, last time we had been in the sanctity of his chambers, completely void of almost all other life form, except for an orange tabby cat that was curled up on a chair across the room, bathing itself. It was eerily quiet, every shade waiting quietly for their rebirth into the world. Hades was covering me, thin layers of sweat the only thing between us making our skin sticky and hot. We were there, in that disturbing silence for hours together, knowing that we only had so much time together before we had to say goodbye.
This was not different. I could tell he wanted to make the most of the time we had together –and by ‘make the most’, I think we are all aware that I mean sex. I’m not opposed to sex of course, I just…
I moaned softly, shaking my head and pushing on his shoulders.
“What’s the matter?” He looked surprised.
“Master, I’m glad that you’re here, honest, but…I can’t be with you if I can’t stay with you,” I rolled onto my back, out of his arms, raising one of my hands to my forehead, brushing hair from my face before I turned back to look back at his quizzical expression. “You understand, right?”
“Of course,” He nodded. “But…Marius, if we don’t, then…then what I am here for? You needed me, I came, and you’re saying you don’t want me here.”
“Just stay next to me?” I requested, touching his arm. “Can’t you be content with that?”
“I don’t know,” He shook his head. “It’s been a year, Marius.”
“I know that,” I nodded. “We’ve gone longer, Master.”
“I’ve gone longer, Marius… I don’t want to experience that again.”
“We’re not talking about going twenty years apart…I’m talking about going for as long as it takes before we can be a couple again –side by side.”
“And who knows how long that’s going to take? Fuck, Marius.” He sighed, swinging his feet off of the bed and putting his back to me to lean his elbows on his knees and cover his face with his hands. “You don’t see it from here, you can’t see it. You’re doing good. These people…they love you, they honor you, they feel connected to you. If we…if we take you away, what will that do to them? They’ll just corrupt themselves like the last humanity did, and then the work we’ve put together so far will have been for nothing.”
“I don’t want to be stuck here anymore,” I got up on my knees, moving behind him, and wrapping my arms around his waist, my cheek pressed to his back. “I hate it here…the weather, the smell, the noise. None of it fits with what I want, what I’m used to. I don’t fit.” I shook my head, “I just want to be with you again.”
“Then be with me,” He turned, touching my arm. “I know it won’t be for long, but just sitting here and arguing is wasting time…precious time that I don’t have much of here, Marius.”
“I know,” I sighed, my lips brushing his cheek. “I just feel so empty. Having sex with you for a few hours is going to feel good, so good…but then you’ll leave me, and I’ll be stuck in his hell again feeling like I just want to die, but I can’t,” I shook my head, my voice lowering to a whisper. “I can’t Master. You made sure of that, you and Zeus. I can’t fucking die and be with you again.”
His fingers squeezed tightly around my arm for a moment, before he shook his head, “I don’t want you to die, Marius.”
I closed my eyes against his back, pausing for a few moments just to take in the feel of his body against mine. He was tense, and frustrated, and I knew that part of that was my fault. I wasn’t at all surprised when he stood up, turning around to push me onto my back, locking his knees against my hips, his hands on my shoulders.
“I’ve never forced you before,” He shook his head, almost in disbelief that he would even think of doing such a thing.
“You’ve never had to,” I shrugged.
“I love you, you know that I do. You’re like a fucking drug for me –you make me happy, but when you get taken away and I feel empty –just like you. We’re the same, damn it.”
“Then you should understand why I don’t want to fuck you –being with you for a few hours isn’t going to make up for a lost year.”
“But what about right here, right now, Marius? Isn’t that what’s important?”
“Just one time with you isn’t enough,” I shook my head. “If you…if you were staying longer, then maybe, but…a few hours, Master? What does that even mean?”
“A few hours…two, three tops.” He shrugged. “I want to stay with you, you have to believe that.”
“I do believe that,” I nodded.
“Then enough talking,” His voice was harsh now, not the cool, calm, collected tone he had been using for most of our encounter. His tongue brushed mine, stroking out my mouth against my protests, nothing but his sheer will holding me in place as his fingers started to remove my shirt –and suddenly I was acutely aware that we weren’t alone anymore. White knuckles were pressed to Hades’ shoulders, trying to pull him away, but he was having none of it, completely ignoring them. Finally, a strangled cry from my supposed ‘savior’, broke him from me.
“Get off of him! He’s mine!”
Hades took his time, stroking his hand down my now bare chest as he tilted his head towards Jacob, who had barged into the room, probably after having heard the voices. “Excuse me?”
Jacob’s eyes widened, and he stammered, “I…I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,” He shook his head, and I leaned up on my elbows, surveying the two of them. One who knew me, and one who wanted to know me. I was slightly amused as Jacob sank into a low grovel on the floor, still stammering apologies.
“Get up,” I finally quieted him. “You did nothing wrong –just a misunderstanding.”
“I heard noises –protest, I thought you were being attacked. I’m so sorry. I never would have come in had I known…” Jacob’s face was flushing red, and his eyes looked close to tears.
“Go to bed, Jacob,” I whispered, sitting up further, putting a hand subconsciously on Hades’ hip. “It’s okay.”
He nodded, slipping past the bed, hesitating at the door as if he wanted to say something before changing his mind, and closing the door quietly behind himself.
“So, that’s your little human?”
“He is nothing of the sort,” I was acutely aware of my hand still being on Hades’ hip as I sank back into the pillows. “Zeus asked him to look after me…so, from time to time he tries to coerce me into bed with him, but I’ll have none of it. He’s to inexperienced, though very willing.”
“Sometimes all you need is a willing mate,” Hades suggested, kissing me again, his hands moving to stroke his fingers along my stomach. “Are you going to play along now, or do I have to continue to force you into it?”
I debated silently in my head. Sleeping with him would be good, but would just serve as a quick-fix. Not sleeping with him would lead to him most likely raping me, or leaving…I was more concerned about him leaving as suddenly as he had arrived then I was about him raping me, because…though I would be assuming the role of the unwilling party, I would still reap the benefits that I always did as Hades’ lover.
I traced a finger up his side, over his shoulder, and along his neck and jaw before gripping his chin between my thumb and finger and pulling him down to kiss him.
“I’ll play along, but I want something in return.” I wasn’t trying to sound coy, but it came out sounding that way.
“What’s that?” He asked, already starting to remove the rest of our clothes, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. I waited until we were both naked, and he was pressed against me his tongue lapping circles on my neck before I answered.
“I want you to promise to visit me...or contact me. Something.”
He groaned, “I will try.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“Marius, I can’t promise you something that I can’t make sure will happen.”
“Then just say it to make me feel better.”
He smiled, kissing my lips softly, licking my lips, “Okay…I promise, I will visit you as much as I can. Sorting out resurrections is hard, but I’ll do my best to get away once in awhile.”
I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck, “Good.”
“May I fuck you now?” He raised a suggestive eyebrow.
“Yes, you may.” I groaned as he pushed my head back, sucking eagerly at my throat, then moving down my body, enjoying every piece of skin that he could touch to his lips. I was content to press kiss to his wrists before leaning up on my elbows to watch him make his way down my body, moaning and adjusting my limbs to accommodate his path.
He murmured ravishing words against my thighs as he hoisted my ankles over his shoulders, nipping his lips in a trail to lap his tongue at my member before engulfing his mouth over it. My back arched involuntarily, a soft moan escaping past my lips. His eyes roved upwards, watching my face, and I flushed red, feeling his eyes on me.
“Don’t stare,” I looked away, pressing my face into one of the pillows.
He laughed softly, stretching out over me and turning back my face to kiss me with a gentle eagerness, “Do you remember the first time we were together?”
I nodded, “I do, quite well.”
“You were so beautiful, naked and dripping in my come,” He sighed, our members brushing as he pressed against me. “I swear I could taste it on your skin for days afterward, every time I kissed your lips…licked your cheek,” His tongue stroked a path up my neck, “So fucking delicious.”
“You want me to do it again? I wouldn’t mind if it meant making you happy,” I offered, raking my fingers through his hair, pulling his lips back to mine.
“Do you really want to?” He raised an eyebrow, “I’d be happy with a good anal fuck.” He grinned as he said, grinding our hips together before teasingly pulling away.
“Then do it, don’t just talk about it,” I shook my head. “Like you said, you don’t have a lot of time before you have to go back…do it, I’m ready.”
He groaned, leading one of my hands down to his still hardening appendage, “There is so much I want to do to you, and not nearly enough time.”
His hand tightened around mine, stroking downward and I stretched up to kiss him, moving slowly to change our positions. Soon he was on his back on the foot of the bed, and I was sinking down, pushing him inside of me. His hands pressed to my hips, and he licked his lips, watching my face anxiously. He found my lips again, kissing me lovingly. For the first time, I realized it wasn’t the sex that I missed most about being with my Master. It was the feeling of his lips on mine, the way that his tongue felt in my mouth, how he would curl his lips to keep our teeth from gnashing together; the sucking sounds of his flesh against mine, and the soft pants of being pleased. These were the things I missed most; the feeling of him inside of me, making my body his were nice too, but he showed me he loved me in the way that he kissed, no matter what kind of a brutality he may have used on the other parts of my anatomy.
When he had finished, he pulled me down beside him, breathing heavily against my throat, letting his usually neat, slick hair fall over our faces haphazardly.
“Did you…?” He let himself trail off, not even needing to finish his sentence. “I was to wrapped up, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I did,” I kissed his throat, bringing his hand to the evidence that was still splattered across my stomach.
“Good, I wouldn’t want you to think that I wasn’t taking care of you,” He groaned, tilting my head to kiss my lips. “We just finished…but I have to go.”
“Perfect timing, right?” I leaned up on my elbow, as he sighed and pulled himself out of the bed, picking up this clothes from he floor.
“I don’t want to go, Marius.” He turned back to me after pulling on his trousers. “You know if I had my way, if I was in charge, I would stay with you forever.”
“I know,” I nodded.
“Look…we love each other, nothing will change that, but we can’t be together right now. And if we can’t be together, then what is the point?”
“Are you saying we’re over, Master?”
“I’m saying…I’m saying that if you want to give your little human a chance, you should.”
“I don’t want him, Master. I will wait for you.”
“I don’t want you to make a mistake because you think it’s what I want, Marius.”
“Do you want me to sleep with other men, Master?”
“I’m not saying that,” he shook his head, meticulously buttoning his shirt. “I’m saying that I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
“Master, you are the only man I’ve ever wanted. The only one I will ever want,” I shook my head. “If I can’t be with you, I’ll go without.”
He knelt on the edge of the bed, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “Such pretty words coming from such a pretty boy, Marius. You say this now, but how will you feel after ten, twenty, a hundred years?”
“I won’t be here a hundred years. I would die first.”
“Marius, you can’t die”
“I would rather not exist at all then to be kept from you for an eternity. I can make it happen. There is always a way, nothing is impossible Not for a god.”
He smiled, kissing me softly again, his fingers finding the small of my back and tugging me closer to him, just for a moment. “Good night, Marius. I will try to come again soon, but I make no promises.”
“And I expect none,” I sat up, watching him stride across the room to the door between our, more-and-more apparent, separate worlds. “Goodbye, Master.”
“Goodbye, Marius.”


End Note: Sad! ::cries!:: I’m not sure if this is the end, or just the start of something new. So, you tell me…what do you want to see??