RUMSPRINGA

Note: Written in '05 for the Eau Claire County 4-H Fair. --So, no...this is not smutty, or slash. Sorry.

Of course, the Stewart family had given room and board, as well as a small payroll to Amish boys in exchange for a farm hand before, but Lucas Plant was different. The daughter of Dwight Stewart, Kirsten, found him to be very interesting, and was only to eager to show him the daily workings of Emerald Acres.
“This will be your room.” Kirsten unlocked the door to the room above their garage, which was sparsely furnished with a bed, love seat, a small kitchenette, and a television, “The television is equipped with Dish Network which includes HBO and Starz. The kitchen is over there, but you’re more than welcome to eat in the house with us -in that case, lunch is at one o’clock, and dinner is at five. Breakfast is a fend for yourself deal, but we usually can find something.” She held out the spare key to Lucas, who took it, and shoved it into the pocket of his trousers.
“What kind of chores will I be doing?” He asked.
“Mostly field work this summer. Have you ever driven a tractor before?” She asked.
“Once. It was a scary experience.”
“We have a Kabota.” Kirsten smiled, “They’re pretty stupid proof. I’ll teach you how to drive it in a little while. We probably won’t let you actually bale yet, but you can still move wagons and help unload hay right now. Eventually we’ll have silage to do, but Dad will explain that to you later on.”
“What else?” Lucas followed her down the staircase, after closing the door of his new room behind him.
“Milking cows, feeding, taking care of the calves. Typical cleaning. That sort of thing.”
“When do I start?”
“Right now if you want. You can help me feed out some hay to these cows.” She lead him down the road a bit, past the barn to a large shed, half filled with hay, “I have to feed out at least ten bales, twice a day.” She turned to pat the small bull that ambled up to the feeder on the nose, “There’s an extra knife over there if you need it.” She motioned to where there was an extra steak knife on a ledge.
They worked together slicing open just over ten bales into the long wooden feeder. The little bull nibbled a few mouth fulls from each bale before returning to the one he had liked the best.
“He’s a funny little thing, isn’t he?” Lucas leaned on the ledge on their side of the feeder in front of the bull.
“He’s just a big baby.” Kirsten patted the bulls nose again, “Alright, come with me and I’ll show you how to drive that tractor. Dad wanted to get started early today. I’ll play shadow with you and make sure you do all right, and then tomorrow you’ll be on your own.”
Lucas nodded, not sure if he liked having to take orders from a girl younger then him, but followed her nonetheless to the little orange tractor.
“Alright then... Push in the clutch, there.” She stood up deck next to him, “And then turn the key.” The tractor putted to life, and Lucas’s foot pushed tighter on the clutch.
“Okay, now put the tractor on low.” She nodded towards the gear, and watched him shift it back from neutral to the ‘L’, “Let go of the clutch, and step lightly forward on the pedal there under your other foot.
The tractor jerked forward.
“Whoa.” She grabbed the back bar, and held on as the tractor jerked to a stop.
“Sorry.”
“That was fine, just...slow. Not so jerky.” She sat up on the tire-cover, one hand around the grab bar, the other on the roll bar.
He started off a little more slowly, taking a few turns around the barn yard.
“Good, I think you’re ready for some wagons. You have to go into that field across the road. After that, we’ll go have some lunch, okay?”
The two spent the rest of the afternoon on the tractor, taking wagons back and forth until all of them were filled. Then, while her father took off with the Round-baler for the rest of the afternoon, the two unloaded the wagons with help from Kirsten’s mother, Suzanne, and older brother, Max.
That night, Kirsten walked Lucas back to his room after evening chores and dinner.
“So, can you show me how to use that TV?” Lucas asked. Back home it would have been inappropriate to have a girl in his room after night fall, no matter how innocent as it was. It had taken him a while to get used to the fact that his parents and elders weren’t looking over his shoulder anymore, criticizing everything he did.
“Sure.” She nodded, letting him open up the door, and following him inside. He dropped the key to the room on the coffee table, and picked up the remote, thrusting it at her.
“Ok, it’s pretty self explanatory, actually.” She pointed the remote at the television, “Pressing the SAT button, then power turns on the Satellite, then you can press the TV button, power, for the television. You hit SAT again, then ‘Guide’ to see what’s on. What’s in green is what you can access, Red is what you can’t. You can press Guide again for Select channels, and you can create your personal list with your favorite channels on it. When you’ve picked a channel, you just hit select.” She handed the remote back to him, “Any other questions?”
Lucas shook his head, “I don’t think so. I can figure out the rest.”
“Um, if it gets to hot in here, there’s a fan in the closet here... excuse the mess, it’s kind of our catch-all.” She opened the closet door, “There’s some clothes in here that might fit you if you’re interested in looking for something a little more...English to wear.” It wasn’t until then that Lucas realized he was still wearing his ‘Amish clothes’.
“I might take a look later.” He confessed.
“It’s mostly stuff that other boys have left behind. It’s a lot of stuff that isn’t really allowed, I guess.” She pulled the fan out of the closet from behind a large box, “Just ignore the rest of the stuff... Like I said, this is our catch-all. If you want to use the closet, just let me know, and I’ll clean it out.”
“I’m sure it will be fine.” He told her.
“Um...well, if that’s all, I’ve got some stuff I’ve got to do yet, so... good night, and I’ll see you in the morning. Dad starts chores at five.”
“Thanks.”

Over the next few weeks, Kirsten and Lucas worked closely together, both of them learning from each other. Kirsten found that Lucas could look quite appealing, and handsome, unlike some of the other boys that had stayed at Emerald Acres. He grew a goatee, something that he had seen on television (which he stayed up late and watched), and started wearing some of the jeans he had found that fit him well in the closet, along with a dozen or so t-shirts with different sayings on them. A few of them he didn’t quite understand, but he liked the ones that Kirsten could find a reason to laugh about the best.
“Hey Lucas.” Kirsten was perched on the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal. He had gotten used to walking into the kitchen in the morning to find her scantily clad in thigh-length shorts, a long, loose t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a loose pony tail, and of course bare foot.
“Hi.” He nodded at her, opening the refrigerator and taking out the carton of orange juice, “What’s on for today then?”
“Mom and I have some shopping to do, so you, Dad, and Max are on your own for lunch. Dad’s going to be round-baling all day, so you’ll have to find your own ways to amuse yourself. I’m sure if you talk to him, he’ll find something for you to do.”
“Alright.” Lucas plunked the carton down on the counter, and reached for a glass as Suzanne entered the kitchen, putting in her earrings.
“Morning Lucas. You need anything today?”
“No, I think I think I’m set.”
“You sure? It isn’t any trouble. We’re going anyway.”
Lucas thought for a second, “No, I’m good.”
“Alright then.” Suzanne shrugged, moving to put the orange juice away, out of habit, “Kirsten, you better get dressed if we want to get back at a decent time.”
“Oh, Lucas! Can you feed hay for me? I just forgot about it until now.” Kirsten set her bowl in the sink and jumped down off of the counter.
“Yes, of course.” He nodded.
“Thanks, you’re the best.” She rushed off to get dressed while Max finally strolled into the kitchen in a pair of boxer shorts, and not much of anything else.
“Yo.” He grunted at Lucas, opening the fridge and taking out the Orange juice again.
“Max, I need you to take out the trash today, alright? And maybe wash some dishes for me, please?” Suzanne raised an eyebrow at him.
“Sure.” Max nodded, “Whatever.”
“You could look a little more enthusiastic.”
“Sorry -how’s this: Sure Mom, I live only to please you!” He gave her a sarcastic and cheery smile, then ducked back into the fridge for a left-over piece of cold pizza.
Lucas decided to ignore the older son of the Stewart family and finished his glass of orange juice.
Kirsten came back into the kitchen, pulling her hair back again, “Alright Mom, I’m ready to go.”
“Where are you two going?” Max asked, finally closing the door to the fridge.
Kirsten sighed, “We’re going school shopping, stupid. We’ve had these plans for almost three weeks now.”
“Man... I have to leave in two weeks...” Max sighed, “Does Mom have my list?”
“Why don’t you go on your own?” Kirsten asked.
“Mom shops better then I do, and besides, I’ll get most of it when I get on campus.” Max drank directly out of the carton, finishing it off, before throwing it in the trash, “Are you guys getting groceries too?”
“Yes, I’ll make sure we do.” Kirsten sighed shoving her brother out of her way as she moved past him, “And get dressed, we don’t live in a nudist colony, you freak.”
Kirsten and Suzanne stepped out of the back door, slamming the door behind them.
“Stuck up snob.” Max muttered after they were gone, foraging around the kitchen.
“She isn’t stuck up...or a snob.” Lucas couldn’t help but speak up.
Max turned, as though he hadn’t seen him before, “What do you know? You haven’t lived with her for 17 years.”
Lucas bit his lip, putting his glass in the sink, “You may be right, but that doesn’t mean she’s a snob.”
“She’s my sister...I can call her whatever I want to.”
“Just because you’re related to her doesn’t give you the right to put her down.”
“It isn’t like she heard me...and she called me stupid, so why aren’t you having this chat with her?”
“I think you should both try to be a little nicer to each other.” Lucas crossed his arms.
“Don’t you have barn chores to do?”
Lucas shook his head, giving up with the stubborn teen and went back on his way.

“Come in.” Lucas called from where he was sitting on the love-seat in his room, watching some television show on PBS about the Amish.
“Hey.” Kirsten closed the door behind her, “I bought you something -...are you watching what I think you’re watching?”
“It’s interesting actually. Because of course, we don’t typically allow ourselves to be photographed or video-taped. Most elders think that it’s proof of vanity... and there’s a passage in the bible I can’t think of at the moment that says something about not being seen in any other form.” Lucas leaned on the arm of the seat, “What did you need now?”
“I bought you something.” She sat on the other end of the couch, with a bag, “I saw it and I just knew it was you.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yea. I know you’ve been watching a lot of television, and that you really enjoyed a certain program... so when I saw this...I just had to get it.” She pulled out the bright yellow t-shirt, displaying the face of a prominent animated-figure. Lucas smiled, and took the shirt out of her hands.
“It’s cute... But I can’t accept this.”
“Why not?” She asked.
“Because...I just... I can’t.” He shook his head.
“Okay.” She shrugged, taking it back out of his hands, and standing up to move to the closet. She made a show of tossing it into the mess, and closed the door, “Now it’s free game.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow at her, “You’re a very interesting girl, Kirsten.”
“Thank you.” She smiled, sitting back down beside him.
He continued to stare at her for a few moments, before he worked up enough courage to talk, “You wouldn’t...slap me or anything, if I tried to kiss you, would you?”
“What?” She turned away from the television where they were explaining some of the background history of the Pennsylvania Dutch.
“Can I kiss you?”
Kirsten tilted her head at him, “Most boys don’t ask, Lucas...they just do it.”
“I’m not like most boys. I thought you realized that.”
“Are you even allowed to kiss girls?” She smiled.
“You seem to forget that I’m not baptized in the Amish Faith yet... I can do almost anything I want.”
Kirsten smiled, and patted his knee, “C’mon Casanova, we’ve got chores to do yet.”
Lucas looked at her retreating back in confusion, “Who is this Casanova fellow?”

“Last load of bales in the mow for the season, kids. The rest of it’s for selling.” Dwight parked the wagon in front of the elevator, “Whose doing what?”
“I’ll stack.” Lucas volunteered.
“Me too.” Kirsten piped up. It had been almost a week since Lucas had asked if he could kiss her, and but she liked opportunities to be alone with him.
“Looks like you and I are unloading, Max.” Dwight clapped his son on the shoulder.
“Oh yippie.” Max groaned.
“Is your brother always so sarcastic?” Lucas asked, following her up into the hay mow.
“Yes.” She nodded, climbing over the hay that was already stacked next to the door, and crawling across to the other side of the barn, “You want to stack or throw them?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Alright, then you can throw them to me. I’m already this far.”
The two moved out of the way as the elevator turned on, and bits of hay and dust began to sprinkle down from overhead.
The last wagon always seemed to go the slowest, and take the longest. Everyone was eager for it to be over again for the season, but there always seemed to be one more bale.
“Watch out.” Kirsten’s warning came to late, and Lucas found himself caught underneath a particularly heavy bale.
“Hold on!” She called down to her father and brother, who stopped loading below. Then she jumped down a level to where Lucas was trying to push the bale off himself, but not having much luck. She pushed it down the chute to his right.
“You’re lucky. You could have fallen down the chute.” She pointed out, “Are you alright?” She was slightly taken aback when he got up on his knees, steadied himself, and then kissed her, the elevator still showering them with hay and dust.
“I’ll be fine.” He confirmed, pulling away from her, “Thanks for asking though.” He turned towards the men below, “Alright, go on then.”
Kirsten took a moment, before getting up off of her knees as well, and climbing back on top of the stack to finish the wagon.
Afterwards, she sat down on the lowest tier of bales, her feet pushed up against the wall, the perfect little nook in the mow.
“Comfortable?” Lucas asked, sitting down beside her.
“Yea. This is the best spot to watch the sunset.” She motioned out of the area cut in the wall, the swinging door held open with a latch.
“I’m sorry about earlier. It was spontaneous.”
“Don’t apologize, Lucas.” She smiled, “I surely wasn’t complaining.”
He turned to watch the sky, “I’m not used to having so much freedom.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” She asked.
“Yea.” He nodded, “It is.”
“I feel kind of bad... I have you leave you all alone here soon enough.”
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“School starts. I’m going to be gone all day.” She sighed.
“Oh. I almost forgot about that.” He stretched his arms out in front of him.
“I’m sorry...but I’m sure you’ll stay busy, and hardly even know I’m gone.”
“What are you talking about? My shadow is leaving. I’ll be heartbroken, like a little puppy.”
“As long as you don’t tear apart my room, and pee in my shoes, I’m sure we’ll be okay.” She smiled.
“I think I can refrain from doing that.” He nodded at her.
“Good... That’s one mess I really don’t think I’d enjoy cleaning up.”
He moved to put an arm over the bale behind her, “So are we going to actually watch this sunset, or should we get out of here before it gets dark?”
“Lets watch it. I think I can get us out of here without one of us falling to our deaths.” She leaned into him, and put her head on his shoulder.

“Hey Sis.” Max leaned in the doorway of Kirsten’s bedroom, “What are you doing?”
“Just finishing up some Back-to-School stuff...what’s up?” She turned from her desk to look at him.
“Nothing... I just... I’m leaving tomorrow morning, and I just came to make sure you and Mom could handle my chores.”
“I’m sure we’ll be fine, Max. We did it last year.”
“Alright... I just... I worry.” He shrugged.
“Right. What’s going on? What do you really want?”
“Look...don’t get to...chummy with this Lucas guy, alright? He’s Amish...he’s not going to stick around.”
“What are you talking about, Max?”
“He’s just like the others, Kirsten. After next summer he’s going to go back, get baptized, and forget all about you...so...don’t get to attached, alright?”
“You think I don’t know that?” She asked, “Just because I make an effort to get to know someone doesn’t mean I don’t realize that, Max.”
“Well...I just...I just wanted to make sure.” Max shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Don’t you have some last minute packing to do?”
“No...the truck is all loaded.” Max shrugged, “Any parting words for your older brother?”
“Don’t come home.” She turned back to her desk, and picked up the Sharpie she was labeling her notebooks with.
“You don’t mean that.” Max entered the room, and put a hand on her shoulder, “Regardless of what I do to annoy you, you still love me, and you know it.”
“Go away.”
“You don’t really want me to leave on this kind of a note, do you?”
“Yes, it will give you something to think about.”
“Alright Sis.” He kissed her cheek, “Good night.”
“Good night.”

“What’s the matter?” Lucas stepped aside as Kirsten pushed a bale of hay down the stack to feed out in the feeder.
“My brother.” She called.
“What did he do? He’s not even here.”
“He came into my room last night and gave me a lecture.”
“About what?” Lucas sidestepped another rolling bale.
“About you.”
“What about me?” Lucas stepped up on the safer side of the stack, sitting on the top tier, watching her work.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“C’mon...it will make you feel better.”
“No. It’s...it’s embarrassing.”
“Oh come on. You can tell me.” He coaxed.
Kirsten stabbed her knife into a bale and then moved to sit next to him, “He reminded me not to get attached to you because you’re not always going to be here.”
“Am I taking a trip?” He asked.
“No, when your year runs out.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” He asked.
“Alright, I guess I have to be blunt... He doesn’t want me to be stupid, and fall in love with you.”
“Would you? Fall in love with me, I mean.”
“Do you even believe in that sort of thing?”
“Sure.” He shrugged, “I’m not like other people in my community, Kirsten. I’ve wanted to believe different from what I’ve been told. Maybe it’s rebellion, maybe it’s just being broad minded.” He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, “Can’t we just worry about that when the time comes, and until then, have some fun?”
She was quiet for a second, “Come help me feed out these bales, then take down a round bale.”
Lucas sighed, leaning back on his elbows, “No.”
“What?” She asked, “You sort of have to... It’s what my Dad is paying you for.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow at her.
“Well okay, he’s not paying you to help me, but you know what I mean.”
“Don’t bring Dwight into this.” He told her, “Come here.”
Now Kirsten raised her eyebrow at him, he sighed, sitting back up, and pulling her closer by her belt loops. He took a moment to kiss her, before releasing her again, dropping his hands down to grip the edge of the bale he sat on.
“You keep ignoring these ample opportunities, Kirsten.”
“I don’t want to get attached to you, Lucas.” Kirsten slid down the to the lowest level of stacked bales, moving carefully across them to the ones she had pushed down.
“Why? What would be so wrong with that?” Lucas asked, following close behind her.
“Because, Lucas. We come from two different places, and your place isn’t about to accept me, and I can’t expect you to change for mine.” She threw the bales up into the feeder, leaning over the edge to cut the twine.
“I thought we had just agreed that we weren’t going to think about that, and just have some fun?” He picked up a bale as well, tossing it into the feeder with ease, “Why does this whole thing have to be about me being Amish, and you being English?”
“Because, Lucas. That’s what this is. Yea, so you get to spend a year being English, but you’re still going to go back, just like all of the others do.”
“Ten to twenty percent don’t. What if I’m in that percentile?”
“You’ll be shunned.” She told him.
“So? What’s wrong with that?” He asked, crossing his arms, sitting on the last bale as she went to grab for it, “Tell me, really.”
“You would never be able to go back...never see your family.”
“I’ve already picked out another family.”
“What are you talking about?” She sighed, pushing him off of the bale.
“I like it, right here, Kirsten. When I left, yea, I figured I’d be just like my brothers and sister, but then I met you...and I started to think, what if I didn’t go back?”
Kirsten sat down on the ledge of the feeder to listen to his speech.
“No one says I that I have to go back to that lifestyle, Kirsten. The point of this whole Rumspringa thing is to give us an informed experience on which to decide if we want to join the church or not... And I don’t want to. I suppose I should have made that a little more clear when Dwight hired me.”
“You’re not...going...back?” She asked.
“I never planned on it... I’ve waited for this for eighteen years, Kirsten. Working on Emerald Acres was a pit stop to save up some cash before moving on so the next Amish boy could experience English life. I should have told you my plans when I started to have these feelings for you. I’m sorry.”
“You’re a total jerk-off.” She said, stabbing her knife down into the ledge on the other side of the feeder, and jumping down off of the stack to the floor, stalking from the shed.
“What? Kirsten! Wait a minute!” Lucas called, slipping down between to bales in his hurry to follow her, “Ouch! Kirsten!” He pulled his foot back out, only to have his other foot slide between another two bales. By the time he emerged from the trap, Kirsten was no longer in sight.

A couple of days later, after Kirsten had gone back to school, Lucas was helping Dwight to unload wagon of second crop hay onto the back of a truck for a buyer, who was loading a trailer parked not far away with his wife.
“I heard you and my daughter got into a bit of a fight the other day, Son.” Dwight threw the bale off of the wagon onto the truck-bed and Lucas stacked it.
“It wasn’t much of a fight, sir.” He told him.
“You mind telling me what it was about?” The farmer paused for a moment to wipe his forehead with the hem of his t-shirt.
“I reckon that’s between your daughter and me, if you don’t mind my saying so.”
“No, no...not at all. Just wondering if I could help somehow.”
“I don’t think so.” Lucas shook his head, “She’s pretty mad at me.”
“Well, if I know Kirsten, and I think I do, she’ll get over it. Might take her awhile, but it’ll fade.”
“I don’t know, sir.” Lucas shrugged, “Max got something in her head, and I think I just made it worse.”
“What does Max got to do with this?” Dwight sounded exasperated.
“Max doesn’t really have much of anything to do with it... It’s me.”
“I think someone ought to let an old farm-hand in on what’s happenin’ around here.” Dwight’s old drawl started to kick in a little, “If not you, perhaps my daughter would care to fill me in.”
Lucas heaved a sigh, “Max told Kirsten not to get attached to me because I would be leaving next summer. Well, she told me what he said to her, and I told her that I wasn’t sure that I was going to go back my old community, and this was just my first job to save up enough money to move on else where.”
“Well heck, son, what’s she got to be mad about?” Dwight sat down on a bale, as Lucas stepped off of the truck, and slammed the tailgate shut.
Lucas shrugged, “I said that I should have told you about my initial plans, and that was sorry... She told me I was a jerk, and walked out of the shed, and I got caught up in a bunch of bales trying to follow after her.”
“That’s Max’s fault... he never pack’s those bales quite tight enough. I fall through ‘em all of the time.” Dwight waved his hand, “Maybe Kirsten got something different out of it then I did, but either way, I’m glad to hear you might be sticking around, Lucas. You’re good help, and that’s hard to find. Cliche, I know, but true.”
“Thank you, sir.” Lucas winced under the hand that was clapped on his shoulder as the two moved over to help the buyer and his wife stack the trailer.

“Knock knock.” Dwight tapped on the frame of his daughter’s door. She turned from her desk.
“Oh, hey Dad.”
“Hey honey.” He came in, and sat on the edge of her bed, picking up an old stuffed penguin that lay next to her pillow, “You still sleep with this old thing?”
“No, he fell off of the shelf, and I haven’t put him back yet.” She told him, “What’s up?”
“You’ve got that poor boy feeling right down in the dumps, Kirsten.”
“What boy?” Kirsten asked.
“You know perfectly well I’m talking about Lucas. He’s up above the garage watching Lifetime movies. Now if that isn’t sad, I don’t know what is.”
“Dad, I’m kind of busy. I have a history test tomorrow.”
“Look...You know I don’t care about who, and when, and where you date, but... give Lucas a chance, okay? He’s just a poor kid who hasn’t got a friend in the world right now. He’s going through a very tough change in his life, and...he needs somebody to just kind of be there for him... Make this Rumspringa thing fun for him...not another chore.”
“Dad, I really don’t-.”
“Kirsten, shut up for about five minutes and think about this... he doesn’t have anyone right now... no one... And if he decided to stick around our culture, then he’s really going to lonely... So why don’t you get off of your high horse, apologize to the man, and cut him some slack?”
“I don’t need advice from you, Dad.”
“Just think about it, okay?”
Kirsten dismissed him with a wave of her hand, turning back to her school work. Once he had left, she turned to look out of her window at the garage. The lights were off in the upstairs, but she could see a dim light through one of the windows. Her father was right, as much as she hated to admit it. She sighed, and decided to get down off of her high horse.

“Hi.” Lucas leaned in the doorway of the room above the garage, “Something wrong?”
“Does something have to be wrong for me to come up here now?” She asked, crossing her arms loosely across her stomach.
“No, of course not. You want to come in?” He asked, stepping out of the way.
“I shouldn’t... I just... I wanted to apologize for the way I’ve been behaving. I’ve been a really...rude.”
“Come inside, Kirsten, and we can talk.” Lucas coaxed.
“No, I really... I have some homework I need to finish up. -Okay fine, I’ll come in.” She was dragged in side by the arm and the door was shut quietly behind her.
“You want something to drink?” He offered.
“I’m fine, thanks.” She moved to sit on the love-seat.
“Sure?” He asked, moving towards the kitchen slowly.
“Positive.” She nodded.
“Okay then.” He sat down beside her, “Now...what is this all about?”
“I just wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have called you a jerk, and stormed out of the shed the other day. I was just...I was mad...but more so at Max then you. He doesn’t know when he keep his mouth shut.”
“He’s your brother. He cares about you.” Lucas shrugged.
“So...are you serious about this whole...not going back thing?”
“We’ll have to see how the year plays out, but yea, I am.” He nodded, “Does that scare you?”
“I’ve just never known someone to abandon their entire culture like that.”
“Well, now you do.” He nodded, “And I’m glad I came here first... that I met you right away.”
“What does that mean?” She asked.
“I like you. A lot.” He told her, “It would have been a shame if I had by passed Emerald Acres and gone out town... I never would have met you...or gotten to experience this whole...thing.” He motioned around them.
“Does this mean you forgive me?”
“There was never anything for me to have to forgive you for.” Lucas shook his head.
Kirsten shook her head, smiling, “Now whose missing the ample opportunities, Lucas?”
Lucas smiled, shaking his head, leaning forward capturing his lips against hers for a moment. He let his fingers encircle her wrists lightly for a moment then held her hands between his. He leaned back from her, and for the first time she took in her surroundings.
“...Oh my god, it’s like a hurricane went through here.” She looked around.
“Oh...I’m sorry, I’m in the middle of cleaning. I was going through those boxes of clothes in the closet, looking for something new.”
“Find anything good?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lucas smiled, “Maybe...”
“You gonna show me?”
“Maybe.”
She turned towards the television, “What are you watching?”
“Oh, uh...just...a movie.”
“You are watching Lifetime! I was hoping Dad was exaggerating! I’m so sorry, Lucas.” She made a pouted face at him, and leaned over to kiss him gently. “I never meant for you to get so depressed you’d actually watch Lifetime.”
Lucas laughed. “Some of the movies aren’t actually that bad.”
Kirsten pursed her lips tightly together, biting her lip.
“Okay, so maybe they are pretty awful...” Lucas shrugged.
Kirsten smiled, “Okay, well...now that you’re out of your funk, I should get back to my homework. I’ll...talk to you tomorrow?”
“Count on it.” He nodded.
“Good night, Lucas.”
“Good night, Kirsten.”

Live Action Chat (Must watch video before reading this!)

Title: Live Action Chat Room
Reference Link: http://www.starterupsteve.com/video/live_action_chat_room.shtml
Note: First, it is HIGHLY suggested (even mandatory) that you go view the above video before you read this.

What Floyd and Brandon Got Together?

Floyd looked between Brandon and the computer screen flabbergasted, “I…uh…I don’t know what to say, Brandon.”
Brandon continued to stare at him, in a dazed sense of confusion, “…Why would you do something like that?”
“Hey, I wasn’t the only one there you know! You lied to me too!” Floyd stood up quickly, letting his chair roll backwards before inevitably tipping over. “Telling me you were some fifteen year old kid! Like our conversations were even possible! What sixteen year old girl wants to get with a younger guy!”
“Shut up.” Brandon shook his head. “Forget all of that –it happened, that’s not changing. But you’ve been my roommate and my best friend for years. How long…have you been playing this masquerade?”
Floyd shook his head, “I swear that…this was the only time I’ve ever done something like this.”
Brandon bit his tongue, unsure whether that made him feel better or worse, “And…you’re really gay?”
“I’m sorry –I’ve wanted to tell you, but I know how you feel about that kind of stuff, so…I never brought it up.”
“You don’t know shit about how I feel!” Brandon shook his head, taking a few steps further into Floyd’s bedroom.
“What are you talking about? All through high school, college…every time you heard anything about being gay, you were always talking about how disgusting it was, how much it made you want to projectile vomit –and you’re standing here trying to tell me that I don’t know you?”
“You obviously don’t.” Brandon grabbed his hand, pulling Floyd up against himself, and kissing him –a moment later, Floyd broke the kiss, taking a step back.
“…What? Are you fucking with my head now?”
“I always said those things because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what, Brandon?” Floyd sank down onto the edge of his bed.
“Afraid you’d treat me differently. Afraid of what my family would think….my co-workers. But mostly, I was afraid of you…of disappointing you.”
“What?”
“I’ve loved you since high school, Floyd!” Brandon sank down onto the floor in front of him. “Why do you think I was so pissed when we ended up going to different colleges, and I was so happy when you agreed to move in with me again after our Graduations?”
“I never knew.” Floyd shook his head.
“This is really fucked up, Floyd.” Brandon ran his hands up across his friend’s thighs before clasping them together behind his back, and laying his head against his knees, “Really fucked up.”
“But…if you’re gay, why were you pretending…to be ‘Skater’, I just don’t understand.” Floyd resisted the temptation to run his fingers through Brandon’s hair, clenching his fists into the comforter of his bed.
“I…I don’t know.” Brandon looked up at him, his eyes looking sullen and sorrowful. “Will you…forgive me?”
“…Fuck.” Floyd breathed, putting his hands on Brandon’s shoulders, nodding. “On one condition…”
“What’s that?” Brandon asked.
Floyd took a moment to mull over the consequences his request could have, before nodding, pulling Brandon from the floor and top of the bed, holding his roommates knees against his hips, turning his head to press his lips against Brandon’s wrists as they pressed into the pillow hear his face, before turning back to look up into his eyes, “I want you to fuck me.”
“Floyd…” Brandon started to pull back, but Floyd held his wrists, and shook his head at his obvious distress, “No, no…I want to, really.” He shook his head. “But…I wouldn’t know what I was doing.”
“So? You won’t learn unless you try it.” Floyd released his wrists, and let his fingers start to buckle his belt. “But if you prefer…”
“What are you…?” Brandon raised an eyebrow and then took a slight inward breath as Floyd’s hand slid underneath the waistband of his boxers.
“Feels good doesn’t?” Floyd whispered.
“You’ve…done this before?”
Floyd smiled, “I wasn’t in college for four years without learning a couple tricks.” And then he realized what Brandon was telling him, and his smiled widened, “You’ve never fucked a guy before, have you?”
“…Does that bother you?”
Floyd pondered for a moment before shifting their positions, “No, I like it.” He groaned, biting softly at Brandon’s ear, “It makes me hot…” He yanked down Brandon’s pants to put his mouth over the tip of his engorgement.
Brandon gasped, “Fuck!”
Floyd looked up, licking a trail up the length, observing Brandon’s facial expressions as he procured his first gay-induced blowjob.
“Shit…I’m gonna come.” Brandon’s palm was pressed against the top of Floyd’s head, holding him down at his crotch.
“You want me to swallow?” Floyd’s hands stroked Brandon’s bare thighs, his lips sucking at his scrotum. “Or do you want to take your shirt off so I can lick it off your chest?”
Brandon tilted his head to look at him, “You are so dirty.”
“Practice from cybering with you three times a week for six months.” Floyd smiled a small, boyish grin. “What’ll it be, Skater?”
“You sure you don’t have any more secrets you wanna get off of your shoulders?”
Floyd engulfed his mouth over Brandon’s cock again, looking up at him with his sweet, innocent Asian eyes, as if to reassure him that no, there wasn’t anything else. At least not right now.
Brandon nodded, pulling off his sweater first, tossing it aside, followed shortly by his t-shirt, “Lick it off.”
Floyd grinned again, “I was hoping you’d like that option.” He let his hands take over the job his mouth was doing watching in voyeuristic pleasure as Brandon’s back arched, his thick white come splattering cross his stomach and chest in short bursts. He licked the few droplets that remained on Brandon’s member, before he was pulled forward by the shoulders.
“Clean it up.” Brandon commanded. “And, if you do a good job…I’ll give you a reward…something I know you want.”
Floyd raised an eyebrow, “Oh really?”
Brandon nodded slowly at first then a little more enthusiastically, “Yeah.”
Floyd grinned, licking a line from Brandon’s navel all the way up his chest and throat, ending at his chin, pressing a kiss to his lips, “I look forward to your plan.”
“You should.” Brandon’s back arched again slightly as Floyd’s tongue circled his nipple, “Oh, shit.”
A few minutes, and Floyd laid down beside him, stroking his fingers against Brandon’s chest, “Okay…you’re all nice and clean again.”
“Mm…” Brandon nodded, kissing him before sitting up to kick off his shoes and socks, and discard his trousers the rest of the way. “Get undressed. You have to be naked if you want your prize.”
Floyd nodded, standing to discard his clothes. Once he was naked, he stood next to bed, licking his lips, “Okay…what is it?”
Brandon moved to sit on the edge of the bed, enclosing his mouth over Floyd’s member.
“Huh…” Floyd raked his fingers through Brandon’s hair, “I think I like my prize.”
“This isn’t it…this is just…a bonus.” Brandon tried to imitate what Floyd had done to him.
“You’re sure you haven’t done this before?” Floyd asked?”
Brandon laughed, “Oh yeah, Floyd. I’m a secret cock-whore. I practice on a dildo I have hidden in my room.”
“You better be being sarcastic, or I think I might get a little jealous.”
Brandon smiled, “Do you have lube?”
“Uh…I don’t think so. Never had much use for it since I moved in with you, Brandon.”
“That’s OK. I want you to fuck me bare anyway.”
Floyd’s eyes widened, “You…you do?”
Brandon nodded, “I can take it…but you’ll have to do something for me first.”
“Uh…what’s that?”
Brandon pulled him down to whisper in his ear.
“You want me to what?” Floyd jerked back up.
Brandon smiled, nodding, “You heard me.”
“I dunno, Brandon.”
“Oh c’mon…we talked about it before. You said it made you hot.”
“Thinking it’s hot, and doing it are two separate things.”
“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it, and you can just fuck me…but it’ll hurt more.” Brandon pressed a kiss to Floyd’s stomach. “You don’t want to hurt me, do you?”
“You are a twisted, twisted man.” Floyd shook his head, before tugging him off of the bed, “Get on the floor –here, take a pillow.” He watched Brandon hunker down on the floor, sticking his ass up in to the air for easy access before he knelt down behind him, running his hands up the back of Brandon’s thighs, caressing his fingers over his ass, before stroking his tongue down his crack, and against Brandon’s anus.
“Eh!” Brandon groaned, “That feels so…good.”
Floyd didn’t reply, his hands roving over Brandon’s back, and chest, fondling his cock again, while his tongue did it’s magic to his new lover’s ass.
“Eh…fuck me now…” Brandon requested, his hands closing over Floyd’s on his cock. “I’ve had my fun…have yours.”
Floyd nodded, pressing a kiss to the back of Brandon’s neck, as he slowly pushed his cock deeper into Brandon’s backside, “You’re so tight.” He whispered, “You feel so good… I feel really bad that I can’t be nice about this anymore though.” He grabbed Brandon’s hips, “But, you’re making me to so hot, I think I’m gonna burn up if I don’t fuck you. Hard.”
Brandon nodded.
“You can cry out if you want, I wont’ think badly of you or anything.” Floyd kissed his back, pulling out roughly to push himself back in a moment later.
Brandon groaned, rocking forward, “Fuck! Shit! Ah…ah…”
Floyd closed his eyes ignore the look of pain crossing Brandon’s face, instead keeping his steady thrusting motion, feeling the pressure building before grunting as he emptied himself into Brandon’s now-looser derriere. He collapsed over his back a moment later, pushing him down. Brandon groaned at the change in position, rolling the two of them over onto their sides.
“…Sorry.” Floyd whispered, wrapping his arms around Brandon, “Are you okay?” “You’re really sexy when you’re selfish.”

I Shouldn't Be Here

Note: Written last April whilst ignoring all of the people in the hotel room at State Forensics. --Based off of characters from my Even Angel's Fall/My Bitterness (egad! That seems forever ago!).

I Shouldn’t Be Here

Devin looked blankly at Ray, confused, “What...what do you mean? Are you breaking up with me?”
Ray sighed, and turned away toward the window. Devin was right -it was a shock. They had been fine yesterday, and they had been fine for the last four years... but that was just it -they had just been fine. And yes, Ray loved him! He loved Devin more then he could ever imagine...but lately...nothing was happening anymore. Nothing ever happened anymore.
“Ray, don’t turn away from me! You aren’t answering me. Think about this, what you’re doing!”
“I know what I’m doing Devin.” Ray turned to look at him. “I love you, and that isn’t ever going to stop, but I can’t do this with you anymore.”
“Do what?” Devin asked. “When did this all start? I don’t understand!”
“It’s me, Dev. I need a break.”
“Well then tell me to move out, don’t break up with me!”
“I’m sorry Dev!” Ray moved to leave the room, but Devin wasn’t about to let him go so easily. “Is this what you really want to do?”
“Yes. Yes it is.”
Devin nodded. No tears. A quick heartbreaking. Maybe that made it easier to nod and respond curtly, “Fine.” He moved first, whipping around and slamming out of the apartment.
“Devin!” Ray called after him, but to no avail. His voice only fell on dead ears now. He was alone, which was a change. But he had kept a secret from Devin -one that may come back to bite him in the ass later.

Devin returned to the apartment later when he knew that Ray would be out, nearly a week later. He also knew that he could take his time. Ray, being a teacher, kept pretty regular hours, but it was a Wednesday, so he also had soccer practice to take care of. He’d have the apartment to himself for the rest of the afternoon.
He started out innocently enough, packing up his own things into a suitcase, but on the third suitcase out to his car...he paused in front of Ray’s bedroom door. For the three years they had been living together -ever since Dylan had graduated (and the danger of Ray losing his job had disappeared), they hadn’t even really shared a room. Maybe that was part of what had bothered Ray? He was always trying to get Dylan to stay, after copulation...but Dylan never had. For four years, even before moving in together, he’d stay until he felt Ray’s arms relax around him before slipping out of bed, and padding either to the couch (back in the old days), or to his own room... It wasn’t that he didn’t like being in Ray’s arms either. In fact, it was rather comfortable, and after he left, he always (always) felt kind of empty...like he was missing something... Maybe it was deliberate self-punishment. Maybe he had subconsciously relished the empty feeling.
He didn’t notice that he was stretched out across Ray’s bed until a few moments later, breathing in the fresh sent of Ray’s sheets -the sheets that smelled like Rose’s special laundry detergent and Ray’s cologne.
And suddenly he was angry at Ray. Not for breaking his heart, kicking him out (not that he really had), but for having his mother still do his laundry! He was angry at Ray for being perfect that everything he did -teaching, coaching, getting through to Lawrence... Angry at him for being so kind, and sweet not only as a person, but as lover.
Suddenly, he was off of the bed, standing at the stereo in the corner, flipping through the CD’s looking for Ray’s coveted Johnny Cash CD. Even though he didn’t particularly care for it, he put it in, and moved on to the small bathroom off Ray’s bedroom. He could hear Johnny’s old warbling voice as he stripped out of his jeans, and his t-shirt, tossing them haphazardly around the room before stepping into the steaming shower.
Ray was all around him -his shampoo, his soap, his slick razor.
The silver caught Devin’s eyes. He hadn’t cut himself in years. He had gone through therapy, and had established a support group of family and friends... Without thinking, he threw the razorblade across the room into the toilet. Tears were streaming down his face, for no real reason. Once the body-jerking sobs had stopped, he moved on, lathering his short hair with Ray’s expensive salon shampoo -using more then he probably needed too... then the soap -the cedar-wood smelling soap that they had found together at boutique down the street one day when they were wandering.
The tears started again, as Devin toweled himself off, dressing again in fresh clothes -this time clothes from Ray’s dresser. The jeans were a little baggy, and the sweater he had picked out came just to his finger tips, and cried harder, finding Ray’s cologne on his dresser, and spritzing a bit on his throat, wallowing his pity in the scent of his ex-lover.
Time suddenly occurred to him, and for a moment, he went back to his packing, still in Ray’s over-sized clothing. It wasn’t until one of the last boxes was in the car that he noticed the envelope and letter sitting neatly on the counter in the kitchen nook, and he took a moment to glance at it.

Ray-love,
I miss you, love! Meet me at Midnight in our spot! Dinner at the docks, and a stroll along the beach. I’m looking forward to seeing you again Ray-love.
-J

Devin looked at the note blankly before putting it back, not caring if it wasn’t the way it was before, changing out of Ray’s clothing, and back into his own, leaving Ray’s clothing in a pile on his bed, before walking out of the apartment without looking back.

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Note: I couldn't just leave it at that, obviously, so when I found this back in September, I wrote some more.

I Shouldn’t Be Here, pt. 2

Ray unlocked the door to the apartment about fifteen minutes after Devin had left. The first thing he noticed was the letter on the table was open. He sighed.
“Devin? You still here, man?” He called, dropping his bag by the table, and moving towards their bedrooms, “Look, about the letter…it’s just Jason being funny…I didn’t think you would mind if we… Devin?” He pushed the door to Devin’s former bedroom open. He swallowed hard. The room was empty. The closet was swung open, a couple of spare hangers still swinging from when Devin had left them. The dresser drawers were all partly open, displaying a vast emptiness. The bed had been stripped down to bare mattress. All of Devin’s posters and odds-and-ends were gone. Never before had the room looked so depressing.
“…Devin?” He moved towards his own room, pushing open the door. The first thing that caught his eye where his clothes laying on his bed in a pile. He bit his lip, ignoring them for the time being, before pushing open the otherwise closed door to the bathroom. The tub was damp, his shampoo open, his soap still sudsy. And his razor was in the toilet. He wasn’t really sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign. There wasn’t any blood, so he was going to take it as a good sign. There wasn’t any blood though, so he was going to assume that it had been thrown as to not pose temptation. He took a deep breath before fishing it out, and setting it on the edge of the sink. Then he went back to his bedroom, and picked up the sweater and jeans from his bed, folding them nicely and replacing them in his closet and dresser.

“So, what’s your deal? What’s the matter?” Jason, Ray’s ex-boyfriend from college –the boyfriend he had been with when he had started seeing Devin as more then his student, prodded him in the shoulder as they ate dinner late that night at a seafood place on the docks.
“I broke up with Devin… He was pretty upset about it. He moved out today.”
“What?” Jason titled his head. “What are you taking about, why would you break up with him?”
“I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea at the time, I guess. I mean, we never do anything. We had settled into this…routine, and I guess I’m just sick of it.”
“Are you okay? You don’t look okay.”
“It’s not fair for me to be upset about this when I’m the one that broke up with him.”
“No, it’s really not.”
Was it this bad when I broke up with you?”
Jason shrugged, “Well, I sort of knew it was coming. You weren’t saying anything to me. I was more…surprised then anything. I mean, you broke up with me for a seventeen year old after we had been dating, and living together for three years. I thought you were crazy.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “It’s not like I blame you for anything. It was just really confusing for me, I guess.”
Ray sighed, shaking his head, and pushing away his plate, reaching for his wallet, “I’m sorry Jason. I’m not in the mood to hang out with you tonight. Maybe the next time you’re in town, okay? After all of this has blown over?”
“Sure. I get it.” Jason nodded. “ Give me a call when you feel better.”
“Devin?”
“…Ray? Why are you calling me? It’s like three in the morning.”
“I’m really sorry, Dev.”
“Is this about my little freak out in your bathroom? Because, I’m totally over it now. I’ll buy you a new razor.”
“It’s not about that.”
“And you can’t tell me that I stretched out your sweater or anything, because I’m smaller then you, if anything you stretched it out, Ray.”
“Stop it. This isn’t about that.”
“Then what do you want, Ray?”
“I love you. I wanted to tell you that.”
Devin was silent for a moment, “…You called me at three in the fucking a.m. to tell me that?”
“Yea.”
“Are you drunk or something? Because if you show up to school tomorrow with a hangover, you can kiss your job goodbye.”
“ I know you saw that note –and I just wanted to explain.”
“Oh, that you were cheating on me because I’m boring? Yea, I’m over that too, Ray.”
“I wasn’t cheating on you, Devin. It was…it was just Jason, being funny. It wasn’t like that.”
“Go to sleep, Ray.”
“I miss you, Dev.”
“Then I guess you should have thought through this whole breaking up with me thing, huh? Good night, Ray.”
“Don’t! Don’t hang up on me, damn it!”
Ray dropped the phone onto his bed, sinking onto the floor, pressing his forehead against his knees. He hadn’t realized how badly this was all going to go. He hadn’t wanted to lose Devin entirely –he just wanted to get rid of that…romantic entanglement, that feeling that he had to do things because they were together. He wanted them to be…friends first, lovers later. Not the other way around. He thought he had wanted that anyway…now he wanted a second chance, to get back to what they had been. But that didn’t seem to be happening.
Burn me once, shame on you.
Burn me twice, shame on me.
And Devin wasn’t that kind of guy.

Hades and his Lover (Part II)

Note: I apologize for all of the references to my other story I may/may not have mentioned. There isn’t much you need to know about it, as it’s mostly referenced back to this, but if you’d like to read that as well (it’s much less smut-filled), I can direct you there (message me, or something). This also conflicts with ideas from that…it’s better to just live in ignorance. Also, I don’t know if I like the end of this one. If you don’t like it either, just forget about it. I think I might.

The Story of Hades and His Lover II

Initial reaction to my relationship with the king was mixed. For the most part, only people within the castle knew, but it slowly became apparent that others outside of our realm were learning the truth. I could tell from the way the other gods and deities looked at me as I served them during their brief visits, their eyes scrutinizing me when Hades would put a hand on my shoulder, or my knee –innocent enough displays of affection, turned into morbidly grotesque things in their minds.
I knew that the information had reached the Queens ears when Acacia told me a few days after her yearly return that the Queen wished to speak with me.
“What ever about, Acacia?” I asked, unsure if I should tell my master that his wife –though no longer his lover, wanted to speak to me; most likely in private.
“I have no idea.” She shrugged. Since she had found out that the King and I were lovers, Acacia had been impartial towards me. I could see those hints of love and admiration for him in her eye every time she dared to meet my eye, but she kept her mouth shut, and her hands away from him, “She’s waiting for you in the library in the east wing.”
I nodded, “I will be there momentarily then.”
“I’ll let her know.” Acacia didn’t meet my eyes nodding at me before departing again, back towards her mistress. I turned back to where I had been pressing and hanging Hade’s shirts in his closet. I was surprised a few minutes later when I felt his hands on my hips.
“Hard at work, I see…” He pressed his lips against my throat, “You don’t have to do such menial tasks you know –that is what James is here for.”
I turned in his arms, “I told James I would take care of you personally…he does the menial tasks…I would not want him musing your clothes.”
“But it’s quite alright if you do.”
I smiled briefly, before pushing his hands away from my hips, “Your wife wants to see me…what do you think she is looking for from me?”
“Persephone wants to see you?” He repeated, “I have no idea…would you like me to see what it is she wants with you?”
“No, I will go to her if that is what she wants.”
“Don’t let her intimidate you, Marius.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, “You should go to her before she gets impatient. I’ll finish this for you.”
“No, you can not.” I shook my head, “Just leave it, there are only a few more. I will do them when I come back.”
He raised an eyebrow, “I think I can hang a few shirts, Marius…”
“Do not touch them, they have to be pressed –you can not wear wrinkled shirts, Master.” I warned, narrowing my eyes for a moment before pressing a kiss to his lips, “I will only be a moment.”
He nodded, ushering me out of the door, and on my way to see the Queen.
I found her sitting, looking small yet elegant, perched on a window-seat, staring out of the window over the castle gardens, an unopened book in her hands.
“You wanted to see me, my Ladyship?” I bowed slightly.
She turned, “Marius, I have heard interesting things about you…and my husband. Tell me, is there any truth to them, or do I have to straight to him to get an answer.”
“That depends on what you have heard Madam. I can not agree to what I do not know.” My fingers clasped in front of me as she stood in front of me, just a few inches shorter then me.
“Do you love him?” She asked, her hands on my face tilting my eyes to look into hers. Her long blonde hair framed her face, and I could not look away from her bright blue eyes.
“I do.”
“And does he love you?”
“He does.”
She nodded, releasing my face, “And how long as this been going on Marius? Has he left me for you, has this been going on longer then these mere months?”
I blinked, thinking over how to tell her that her husband and I had been lovers long before she had reined as his Queen, “Madam…”
“You can tell me, Marius. I will not punish you for my husband’s ill-deeds.”
“This is not just Ma—my Lord’s fault, Madam.” I caught myself before I called him Master –still not letting myself use that term in mixed company, “I-he…we loved each other even before you came here.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, “Are you to tell me, Marius, that your affair is lasting longer then our immortal marriage?”
I took a step back from her, unsure of how to answer her.
“Where is he?” Her voice was angry, and I could understand why –he had a lover, but he had still seen fit to make her his wife. Not only that, but she had never known of his other lovers. These hundreds of years, she had believed herself to be his only, and now the truth was coming out.
“Madam, I am sorry…you asked, and I can not lie to you.” I put up my hands, to calm her.
“Where is he Marius!”
“He does love you, Madam! His choice to make you his wife was well thought out and planned...”
“Marius…” Her voice held the tiniest hint of warning.
I swallowed, “I left him in his chambers. I do not know if he is still there.”
She nodded, sweeping from the room in a billow of silken fabric, disappearing towards Hade’s chambers.
I bit my lip, before starting after her. The last thing I wanted was for her to seek retribution on Hades –especially at something that I had said.
When I approached the room, I could already hear her cries, and Hade’s soft murmurs, his voice apologetic. I bit my lip, peering through the open door, not sure whether I should enter or not. He looked up, sensing my presence, his arms wrapped around a still wailing Persephone who had collapsed into his lap where he sat in a chair near the fireplace. She looked up, knowing that his eyes were no longer on her, his attempt at comforting words having muted. Her eyes narrowed at me, and I shrunk further from the frame of the door.
“You!” She flew towards me, Hades right behind her, grabbing her arms before she could strike at me, “This is your fault, you dog!”
“Persephone…” Hades twisted her arms behind her back, “Stop this nonsense. Marius has no fault in this, I’ve already told you… I pursued him, not the other way around. If you want to find a fault with someone, talk to your own maid. She has been making advances towards me for years.”
“Don’t you try to blame Acacia for anything!” She wrenched out of his hands, “If I cannot be your wife, then I don’t wish to be here any longer!”
“There is nothing I, nor you, can do about that.” Hades shook his head, “You are still my Queen.”
“I spent years hating you –and now that I show even the slightest bit of love for you, you discard of me! What makes him different?”
Hades took her face in his hands, “I loved him long before I loved you, Persephone. I can’t help that.” I bit my tongue, watching her sink down onto her knees in front of him, Hades looked up at me, “Marius, go fetch Acacia for the Queen, would you?”
I nodded, sprinting from the door towards the Queen’s chambers where I found Acacia and Jessica sewing a new dress for the Queen.
“Acacia –The King would like for you to come and collect her ladyship.”
“What happened?” Acacia put down her sewing, brushing the spare bits of thread from her gown, “Did they argue?”
I nodded, “She is in his chambers, weeping onto his boots.”
“Oh, goodness forbid she spoil the polish.” She rolled her eyes, leading the way back towards Hade’s chambers, where he had taken back his seat near the fire, watching Persephone’s body, wrecked with sobs and convulsing in tears on the cold stone floor.
Acacia knelt beside her, “Madam, come now, this is no way for a lady to present herself.”
“I am not a lady, Acacia. I am a wretch.” She turned her face into her arm, her blonde hair cascading over her cheeks, hiding her expression, as more tears shook her body. Acacia sighed, standing again, pulling Persephone from under the arms.
“I apologize now for the abuse I am going to impart on you, my Queen…” She began to drag her, causing Hades to laugh, and Acacia to drop her, letting her head hit her legs, as the Queen grew limp at her feet again, making no effort at all to muster the strength to hold herself up.
“Do you think this is funny m’ lord? Your wife is racked with tears, and you sit there laughing, your lover cowering nearing the door...” She crossed her arms, “I don’t mean to speak ill of you, but you are a first-rate ass, m’ lord.”
He nodded, his amused smile still on his face, “So I am…” He stood up, crossing the room, picking up the Queen, throwing her easily over his shoulder, “Never mind; Marius, come in here please. Acacia, go gossip with the rest of the help, and don’t worry about the Queen for a bit. Marius and I will take care of her for awhile.”
Acacia narrowed her eyebrows, but nodded, seeing that she had been unruly enough for one day, turning to exit.
“Marius, please close and bolt the door.” Hades carried his Queen over his bed, sliding her gently from his shoulder, onto the mattress.
“What are you doing?” She asked, brushing the tears from her warm face, “Get off of me, you cur.”
“Persephone, Persephone…” He shook his head, straddling her hips, his fingers moving to undo the clasps of his shirt, “This is what you want, isn’t it? You want to know what makes him better then you? I want to show you…”
“What?” Her face was covered in shock, “You can’t be serious –stop this.”
“Shh…” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, before turning to me, where I was leaning against the door, unsure of what his plan was, “Don’t just stand about, Marius…”
“Master, I…I am not sure I understand what you are trying to do here.”
“You pig!” She beat a fist into his stomach, “How sadistic of you –having him call you master!”
He ignored her, holding out a hand toward me, “I’m proving to my wife that you are far superior to her.”
“What I am seeing from you right now, Master, is that you want to punish her…unfortunately, by dragging me into this, you are punishing me too…and yourself. Stop before you do something you regret.”
He looked at me for a moment before shaking his head, “Why would I regret this? I love you both, Marius... I want you both to understand this.”
“Master, if you just want sex…” I shook my head, “her Ladyship is not a willing party. Please, let her go…I will take care of you.”
He looked back at Persephone, brushing his fingers over her hair, before, pressing his forehead down onto hers again, staring into her eyes for a few moments, “Is that what you want, Persephone?”
She nodded, “I’m sorry I got angry with you, Hades. I simply do not understand what makes a shade better then your own wife.”
“He is not just a shade to me, Persephone.” He shook his head,
She nodded, pushing him off of her, standing to smooth out her dress, and brush her hair back into a presentable fashion. Before making a fluid motion towards the door, pausing as she wrenched it open, “Just remember Hades…the moment he steps outside of this castle, he is just a soul…he will never be flesh and blood.”
“That hasn’t been a problem so far, my sweet.” Hades winced, his eyes closing as she pulled the door loudly shut behind her.
“I am sorry, Master,” I moved to the bed, kneeling on the edge in front of him, “I should have just kept my mouth closed, I know, but she asked me, and I can not bring myself to lie to her, she is still my queen—” His mouth against mine silenced me, and he smiled against my lips.
“I’m not angry at you, Marius…this was bound to happen eventually. I’m afraid…Persephone and I have not parted as mutually as I had told everyone.”
“I am sorry…you obviously still care for her.”
“I do,” Hades nodded, “but she is making up these feelings for me so that I can feel badly for letting her go.”
“Master…if you knew she could not, would not love you…why did you take her for your wife? Why go through all of these years of trouble for a sullen, unloving marriage?” I bit my lip, wondering if I had possibly asked the wrong question, but he laughed, “I did it to hide you better, my beautiful little slave.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me over top of him as he fell back into the soft pillows, “—You said you would take care of me, Marius…are you going to keep that promise?”
I took a deep breath, steadying myself on my palms, “I have so much to do, Master... Now that you got rid of all of the extra help, I find that I can not spend as much time with you as I previously have…”
“Let the castle fall to ruins –as long as I have you here in my bed, Marius.” He shook his head, “That is all that I ask for.”
“Master, you are insufferable.” I sighed, kissing him again, “And do not think that I do not know what you want to do to me either…”
He pouted, “Oh, but Marius, I haven’t done that to you in such a long time…and it would really be a perfect ending to a perfectly wretched day, wouldn’t it?”
“Do not be mean.” I pouted back, “You are always mean to me…”
“I do nothing but love you, Marius,” he scoffed, pulling me down to whisper in my ear, “I only spill so much seed when I’m with you…”
“Should I feel special?”
“You are special.” He sighed, before tucking an arm under his head before nodding, “All right, so I won’t climax in your mouth; is that what you want to hear?”
I nodded, moving to untie his boots, letting them clunk loudly on the floor, then unclasping his trousers to pull them down over his hips, past his knees, and onto the floor before lowering my mouth to him. He groaned, his hands moving to cradle my head, before I grabbed them, holding them back up against his chest, lapping my tongue against his scrotum, peering up to watch his expression.
“You are a tease, Marius-love.” He groaned as I freed one of his hands, moving away from him to suck on one of my fingers. He raised a curious eyebrow, before groaning softly as I pushed it into his rectum, pushing his thighs farther apart, my tongue moving back to his hardening member, “A very, very bad tease.”
I laughed softly, pushing my finger deeper into him, before pulling away from him for a moment, biting his ear softly, “Fuck me, Master. Please?”
He kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, discarding his shirt, before pushing me onto my stomach and contorting me into the position he wanted, lifting me onto my knees, and down on my shoulders, reaching around me to untie the cord of my trousers, pulling them down around my knees, giving no warning or preparation before penetration. His hand covered my mouth as a loud cry burst from my throat, stifling the noise.
“Did I hurt you?” He whispered, pulling my shirt up to press a kiss to my back, letting his hands trail from my mouth along my back, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding himself inside of me, “I shouldn’t have done that…”
“No, you should not have.” I groaned, closing my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek, “Do you want me to stop?”
“You’ve already done it now.” I rose up onto my arms, “You might as well continue, Master –besides, I am just your simple little slave, are I not?”
“Don’t belittle yourself, Marius.” He pressed another kiss to my shoulder, beginning to ride me, pushing in and out.
My eyes squeezed shut –this pain, it was nothing new to me, so why did it still bother me? It was times such as these that made me wonder why I enjoyed this bottom position so much –especially when he was in one of his more cruel moods, physically. The slightest whimper from my lips, and his apologies would run rampant –and I felt special, because I knew I was one of the only people he would ever ask for forgiveness from.
When we had both quite finished, he pulled me tightly beside him, unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way, to push it back off of my shoulders, and tossing aside my trousers from the bed.
“Master, I have other things I need to do today –I really should not lay here with you all evening.” I kissed his cheek.
“Nonsense –I tell you what to do anyway.” He leaned on his elbow, staring down at me, “And I’m telling you to stay exactly where you are.”
“Master…”
“Don’t argue with me, Marius.” Hades shook his head, “You can be so impudent sometimes, and I think you tend to forget your place.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Do I?”
“You do.” He nodded, “Maybe I should discipline you better…” His lips nipped softly at my neck, “Shall I bring out the shackles and a whip? Many have already accused me of being sadistic…and your face is beautiful no matter how contorted I may cause it to be.” His tongue was in my mouth again, holding a long kiss before he shook his head, “but I cannot bring myself to hurt you on purpose.”
“Really, Master? You do not seem to have a problem doing it on an almost nightly basis.” I teased, “I think hearing my whimpers makes you harder then you would like to admit to me.”
“Any sound that comes from your mouth makes me want you, silly Marius.” He kissed me again, pushing my shoulders back into the soft pillows, stroking his fingers down my chest.
“I really should be getting back to work master… I still have your shirts to press, and to get wood for your fire this evening…”
“Let James do it,” Hades sighed, pressing his mouth in soft kisses down my throat, and chest, “you can stay here with me…”
“Even if I did want to allow James to do such a thing, I would not feel comfortable allowing him to observe us in such a way.”
“Let him, it’s no secret. Besides, I’m ordering you to stay right here where you are.”
“Are you going to chain me to the bed if I do not obey you, Master?”
“That’s not a bad idea, Marius. Don’t tempt me.” He sighed, moving back, to lie on his back, putting a comfortable distance between us. “Hmm…the cold air feels good.”
“It does.” I nodded, pressing another kiss to his cheek, “I am getting up now, Master. Do not get to cold.”
He made a soft whining noise, grabbing my arm, as I moved from the bed, “Marius…”
“Master…” I mimicked, “Come on now –we agreed that nothing about my position would change. I am still in your employ, just as much as I am your lover.”
“I can fix that.” He mused, “You can be my lover full time, and we can make love every hour of every day.”
“I think we would tire of each other, Master.” I shook my head.
“I don’t think it possible, Marius. I could never tire of your beautiful face, your rippling muscles, ivory skin, your perfect phallus…”
“Hmm,” I nodded. “You are a very debonair with your words, but I am still getting back to my work.” I slid off of the bed, moving around the foot of it to pick up my trousers and shirt from the floor.
“I am not finished praising your attributes yet…” Hades grabbed me by the hips as I leaned over to pick up the garments, “I also will never tire of your always taut sphincter,” his tongue lapped at my anus, causing a moan to pass my lips. I felt him smile against my skin, before he raised his head a moment later, “and the noises you make when I excite you.”
“Again –well and good, but I am afraid I still can not stay…” I grunted as Hades pulled me back again, one arm wrapping tightly around my waist, holding me, his other hand pushing me down effortlessly as his tongue entered me again, “Master! Please!”
My plea was ignored as he moved onto the floor with me, abandoning my rectum to put his mouth over my hardening member, the two fingers of his right hand replacing his tongue. His other hand fondled my scrotum, and I groaned, torn between holding him tighter, and attempting at pushing him away –something I knew was not possible, given his ungodly strength, which he enjoyed using when it meant a slight torment on me.
“Master—Master, really…” I made a poor attempt at crawling out of his grasp, which resulted with me ripping my tunic, and being pulled against the cold stone of the floor underneath him, my knees drawn up over his shoulders, and his member being pushed into my anus again. My head hit the floor with a thud as my back arched, and Hades leaned forward, pressing another kiss to my lips.
“Watch your head…” He cradled my head, his knuckles scraping the floor as my knees nearly pushed against my shoulders. Every muscle along my back, stomach, and legs screamed as he rocked the two of us back and forth. One of his hands left my head, moving between our bodies to stroke my member as he felt his own climax nearing. Both of us reached our peak just a few moments part, him filling me with his warm seed, mine splattering across our chests. He sat back, lowering my knees, my body aching from the position he had forced me into.
“…Master,” I groaned, caressing my fingers across his slick chest and stomach, “I think you have successfully broken me. I can not move.”
He kissed me, tugging my torn shirt under my head, moving to look at his knuckles, having scraped them against the stone floor, now bleeding slightly. He touched his tongue to the blood, before shaking his head, “I have not broken you, Marius. You’ll be better in a few minutes.”
“I think you’ve done something to me over the years –worked some kind of magic…I do not remember feeling this much...aching after a brutal attack from you.”
“A brutal attack? I am surprised by you, Marius…that wasn’t an attack. I was forceful, yes, brutal no.”
“You attacked me, and you know it, and now I can not move.” I sighed, lolling my head to the side, “Broken, Master…I am broken.”
“Then I shall just have to fix you.” He lapped his tongue against my stomach, already rubbing his own member again.
“No, no, no…not again –I can not Master, I simply can not!” I cried, pushing him away, “You are forgetting that while you are godly-virile, I can not just keep going and going like a common rabbit! I already ache; please do not make it worse!”
He laughed, nodding, “Alright, alright, I won’t; not yet.” He stood up, picking me up quite effortlessly, carrying me gently to the bed, laying me on the soft mattress, “Stay here…I’ll clean you up.”
“I doubt very much that will be a problem.” I followed him with my eyes as he moved towards the water-pitcher and bowl, near the door to my servant room. He poured water into the bowl before dipping a rolled cloth into it, wringing it out before making his way back.
“What are you planning on doing with that?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter, as he straddled me, his knees against my hips.
“I told you –cleaning you up. You’ve made quite the mess of yourself, Marius-love.” He rubbed the damp cloth across my chest, leaving trail of spotless skin.
“And what about you, Master? You are not exactly spotless yourself.” I grunted as he passed the cloth over my genitals.
“Don’t worry about me…I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.” He pressed a kiss to my lips, before moving to wring out the cloth again, standing near the bowl while he cleaned himself off. When he had finished, he threw the cloth back into the bowl before sitting on the edge of the bed again, “Are you still in pain?”
I murmured a yes, groaning, picking myself up into a sitting position, “I never thought my knees could touch the floor past my shoulders, Master.”
“Don’t be over dramatic, Marius; you enjoyed yourself.”
I nodded, moving across the wide expanse of the bed towards him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I did enjoy the act, Master; very much so, and I hope to do it again…but hopefully next time, you will not attempt to make a contortionist out of me.”

Late, a few evenings later, Hades had already pulled me into bed, and underneath the covers when James knocked softly on the door. I hid my face against the pillows near Hade’s shoulder, slightly embarrassed for him to see us in such an awkward position –one I had never liked seeing my Master in with his wife, though it was something I couldn’t very well avoid, most times.
“Acacia asked me to come and start your fire, my lord.” He hovered in the doorway, trying not to gawk at our obvious state of undress.
“Go ahead.” Hades waved him into the room towards the fireplace, “Be quick about it.”
James nodded, closing the door softly, padding in his bare feet to the large brick fireplace, kneeling to start the fire. All was quiet for a few moments, while he outfitted the fireplace with kindling, striking a match to set the wood to flame. While this was happening, Hades tried to tempt me, pressing kisses against my exposed skin; annoyed to find that my eyes were keeping an eye on James. My mouth dropped open as I observed him stick his hand into the burning orange and blue flames.
“What on earth are you doing, James?” I sat up, Hades surprised at my sudden outburst.
“Hmm?” James looked up from where he had been watching the flames, “One of the pieces of wood was stuck –I was just fixing it before I put more in.”
“You stuck your hand into the fire place.” I repeated.
James looked blankly at me, nodding, “Yes…”
“And you did not burn yourself?”
He looked confused, “No.”
I turned to look at Hades, who was looking away from me, trying to appear nonchalant, “You may go. I will take care of the fire.”
“It’s really no trouble –I just ha—”
“Get out, James.”
“Of course,” he nodded, making a slight bow before slipping past the door.
“Alright, Master…what is the meaning of that?” I poked him in the stomach, “Why can James not feel pain? Come to think of it, Acacia can not either –not after the number of tumbles I’ve seen her take in her moments of clumsiness…in fact, I do not believe I ever remember anyone every making any reference to—” His mouth pressed against mine, and I pushed him away, “No, Master. Kisses are not going to shut me up.”
He sighed, “I’m sorry, Marius…”
“What have you done?”
He sighed, “Marius, you’ve been different ever since you first came to work here. I’ve known that, you know that…I wanted you to be able to feel... Do you think that we would be so in love if I had not returned these sensations to you?”
“What are you saying?”
Hades sighed, “Being a god has its advantages. Being the God of the Dead, I returned some of your more human-aspects to you once I realized that I was in love with you.” He bit his lip, looking up at me, “Why do you think your body has never accustomed on our love making?”
“You told me it was because I was a shade!”
He shook his head, “Shades feel no pain, Marius. The magic over the castle gives you a solid form, I gave you your missing senses back –without them you would be like all of the rest –a mind, but no true feeling, Marius. If I hadn’t, you would not be able to…enjoy our time together, as a partner. You could be a tool, yes, but…I didn’t just want you as a tool.”
I nodded. I understood what he was saying –it was true. Looking back over our time together, other shades in the castle’s employ were constantly doing things that would probably either kill a living human, or at least injure them quite badly, and I hadn’t batted an eye. It was something about the way that James had just so bluntly stuck his hand into that fire place…not even flinching as the flames wrapped around his hand. If Hades hadn’t allowed me to feel those sensations –the pain of my Master entering my body, the pleasure of climax, those other menial little twinges that reminded me that I was once human… Our relationship wouldn’t have been what it was.
“Are you angry at me?” He asked, “I know it must sound silly, Marius. If you like, I can un-do it.”
I shook my head, “No, of course not. What would be the point in making love to you if I could not feel the pleasure of it?” I kissed him, “But…if I can feel…what is it that is keeping me from being mortal? Is that not what makes you human, Master?”
He pondered for a moment, “I am not making you breathe, Marius –you do that on your own. No blood flows in your veins, no heart beats in your chest. Those are things I can not give you. I would adore to feel a heart beating in your chest, Marius, but that would be highly unethical for me to restore life to you. If you want full life, I suggest you go to the fields for reincarnation.”
“That would mean leaving you, Master, and I made a promise.” I shook my head, “I do not want life.” I kissed him again, “I just want to be by your side.”
He smiled slightly, “Then you understand why I did this?”
I nodded, “It is a bizarre gift, Master…but I hate to think of what we would be with out it. I really would just be your pretty little slave boy, would I not?”
“Hmm,” he neither agreed nor disagreed, pulling me down into the pillows, “speaking of being my little slave…”
I raised an eyebrow slightly, “Master, I know much to well what you are thinking and I must decline. You have already abused me far to much, what with forcing me onto floor more times then I can count, and pulling my heels over my head just the other day… I like to breath through my nose and throat, not cough up your seed for days after taking torture from you.”
He laughed, “Alright, alright…you will never do this for me again, will you?”
“Never say never, Master; just not tonight,” I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, “Good night!” I turned over onto my side away from him, tugging the covers up over my shoulders.
“What do you…Marius, I wasn’t finished…” He sighed, “Fine, I understand.” He pressed a kiss beside my ear, “Good night, sweet Marius.”

The Story of Hades and his Lover. (Finished)

Well, I finished my Story of Hades and His Lover, which you can read and review there, or just...err...keep reading.
I WILL tell you right now...this is very smutty. Don't read this if you don't like gay men, sex, greek myth, and characters who don't use contractions. Okay? Otherwise...enjoy! And if you DO muddle through the entire 12 pages... Well, tell me what you think! Even if it's, "Oh my god, that was so gross, you pervert, you're going to hell!" --It's winter outside. I could use a few flames to keep me warm at night --and maybe melt some of this damn snow...
Title: The Story of Hades and His Lover.
Rating: NC-17 (?) (DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)
Genre: Romance, of a sort
Fandom: Greek Myth, of a sort.
Author: ThePQ4 (Penguin Queen IV)
Notes: This is a different sort of Forbidden Feelings and is tied to my story of the same name in a way… Acacia will make appearances, as well as others from that story, should I choose to turn this into more then a one-shot. This also mixes a bit of my own idea of the Underworld and the afterlife (e.g.: Reincarnation). By the way…I’m pretty sure that time moves different in the underworld then on earth. Ignore it, it’s for the best.
Warning: Slash, and everything that goes with it! And this may seem S&M, but it’s really not...beside the excessive use of the phrase “master”…
I had been with Hades almost as long as time itself. I stood near the castle gates as he readied his horses to kidnap the Queen, I stood by his side as he watched her leave, descending back to earth that very first time and the numerous times afterwards, and I continued to stand by his side when they decided that marriage was not for them, and they split apart.
Many, many years; over a millennia, I stood by the King of the Underworld’s side, or even just slightly behind him, and during most of those years, I have acted as a friend, confidant, gentleman’s man, and most importantly, at least to me, his lover.
I was one of the first adult souls to end up in Hades during the Greek empire that worshipped him, his brothers and his sisters. When he asked me if I would be interested in helping him oversee his castle –a chance to remain humane, I jumped at the opportunity. After a few weeks there, I saw just how lonely he was, and I wouldn’t argue if you tried to tell me he took advantage of me then.
I felt sorry for him as he watched from his balcony as more souls filled the vast, never-ending abyss of the underworld. It was during one of these evenings, as he watched souls flutter down one-by-one, that I got up the courage to touch him for the first time.
My hand was on his shoulder, my mouth unsure of what title to use for him, many different linguistic tongues that I had learned during my time there filling my mouth, “Sir? Is something troubling you?”
He turned, his dark hair shimmering in the dim light, leaning against the railing of the balcony, my hand sliding from his shoulder back to my side, “Marius, how long have you been here now?”
I pondered for a moment, “It must be…a hundred years now?”
“And you will never leave me, right? Go to be reincarnated as a flesh-and-blood, earth-bound human again?” I detected a bit of begging in his voice.
“Of course not; why would I want to leave? I would just end up right back here.” I smiled lightly, “One lifetime was enough for me, thank you.”
“I am glad to hear you say that.” He smiled back. He looked so young and care free. His work in the Underworld hadn’t been going on long –Zeus’s banishment of him was still fresh on his mind, and I ached to ease that feeling of sadness.
“Would you like to rest now? I can turn down the bed for you, if you like?” I offered.
Hades shook his head, “No, I am not tired.”
I gave a slight nod, clasping my hands behind my back, watching him turn to watch his souls again. We were quiet before he noticed that I was still standing there.
“You do not have to watch over me every waking moment, Marius.” He scoffed, “I am not a mere child.”
“I am not watching over you, my lord. I am just…watching.”
He turned back to me, returning to leaning back against the balcony for a moment, “How old are you…I mean, immortally, not actually.”
“I…somewhere around twenty summers…why do you ask?” I was flustered by his question, not anticipating something so innocent.
“I would not want to pursue a child; that is all.” He smiled softly again.
“I am hardly a child!” I seemed to ignore the first part of his statement, more concerned with the idea of Hades thinking me immature –something I dearly hoped that he was simply teasing me about.
His laugh was soft, and he stood up straight from the railing, taking a step towards me, “I think I could use a drink.”
“What would you like?” I asked, stepping backwards, into his room, “Wine?”
“That would be fine.” He entered the room behind me, taking a seat in one of the comfortable chairs near the fireplace, watching me pour a fine blood-red wine into a sparkling crystal goblet.
“Here you are.” I held the goblet out to him, waiting until he had lifted the goblet from my hands before taking a step away.
“Why don’t you take a glass as well? Join me for a drink, Marius.” He tilted his head to the side, taking a sip, his face not showing much in the way of pleasure with the drink.
“N-no thank you,” I shook my head, “I could not possibly.”
He stood, and my stomach sank with fear and anticipation as his fingers gripped my chin, pressing the rim of the goblet to my lips, wine flooding my mouth, and down my face. My hand automatically went to wipe it away, but his hands grabbed mine away, his tongue tasting the wine off of my skin as it trailed down towards my throat. My teeth clenched involuntarily in a panic of emotion.
“It tastes much better off of your skin, Marius,” He looked up for a moment before pressing his lips to mine for a moment, his tongue pushing against mine. I grunted in surprise, my hands unsure of where to go –wanting to push him away, and yet…wanting to pull him closer. They finally rested on his hips, holding him steady as he lifted his head again, “I like it best from your lips.” Words were caught in my mouth again, not able to make a coherent sound. He smiled again, “This isn’t right, is it? My throwing myself at you; you must feel so misused. After all, I didn’t even ask your permission.”
“I-I do not mind.” I shook my head, quickly removing my hands from his hips, as if just realizing what I had said –and what I had done. “I…I should go.”
Hades tilted his head slightly again, “If that’s what you want, Marius. I am not holding you here against your will.”
I nodded, taking a step towards the door, pausing with my hand on the handle as he called my name.
“Marius?”
“Yes?” I didn’t turn to look at him. I knew if I looked, I wouldn’t have the courage to try and leave. And I had to leave –the pressures building my stomach, and my head, and other parts of me had to be relieved. My eyes closed as I felt his arms wrap around me, one around my waist, and the other across my chest.
“Don’t leave me.” There was a breathy sort of urgency and begging his voice –something that would be considered ludicrous considering who he was –a god; a lonely, tormented, hell-banished god.
“I…you should rest. It’s been a very long day.”
“I am not tired,” He shook his head, pressing his forehead against my back, “But, if you are…my bed is free for you to use.”
I gasped, turning my head to look at him. His face rose, and he pressed a kiss to my lips again, “Wha…what kind of game are you playing?”
“You never refer to me as anything other then sir or lord, Marius. Why is that?” He ignored my question, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“…I don’t know. What name would you prefer?”
“A name from your mouth?” He raised an eyebrow, and then smiled, “I want you to call me Master.”
I didn’t have the courage to disagree, giving a slight nod, as he turned me around, pushing me against the door, “I…I will, if that’s what you wish.”
“Use it.” He coaxed; his breath warm against my ear, “Whisper it to me…let me hear it pass your lips…”
“M-ma-master…” It took a moment to get the word out of my mouth, but he smiled once I had.
“Ha, you’ve made it official!” He looked pleased.
“Is this a…a game?” I asked.
“Do you know what you are to me now?” He taunted, again not answering my question, something that I was beginning to find a little unnerving.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s no fun if you don’t guess, Marius!”
“I have no idea, my lord.” I shook my head, “What am I?”
“Ah-ah…” He shook his head.
“I’m sorry –Master.”
“You are sure you don’t know? This word and master go hand in hand?”
“I am but a soul in employ of your household –a manservant.”
He laughed, a little more cruelly this time, “You are my slave.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Am I?”
“You are…and do you know what that means?”
“In the grand plan for the universe…not much,” I smiled softly, “I am still just your servant. It does not give me any more rights.”
“You’re not just any slave, Marius.” He sighed, pushing closer to me. His warm breath on my lips, his knees pushing between mine, his groin pressing into my stomach, “I want you just for myself –for always.”
“I…I am not going anywhere, m’ lo—Master.”
“I want you.” He repeated, “I’ve wanted you for such a long time, but…you’ve always been so distant to me, and you never want to play.”
“You’ve never asked.” I breathed. Perhaps this was all a game? A very sick game perhaps, but a game nonetheless.
“Do you feel the same way, Marius?” He pressed his forehead to mine, “Do you have this dull ache in the pit of your stomach every time you look my way?”
I thought for a moment; should I admit my feelings for him? Or should I deny it? It seemed to be a game to him, but to me…to me, this was no game. I had wanted this for years, but he just now seemed to return these feelings for me. I nodded, “I do.”
His lips brushed mine again, his hands moving down to the back of my thighs, lifting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I gasped, “What are you doing?”
He smiled, jerking me back forward, pressing his lips to mine again as he carried me towards the bed, dropping me softly back into the grand pillows, covering my body with his own, “You are so pretty, Marius.”
“Pretty?”
“Handsome then,” he laughed. “Now do as I say, hmm?”
I nodded, “Anything, you ask, Master. I just wish to…to please you.”
“Kiss me.”
My hands went to his face, brushing my thumbs over his narrow cheeks, before pressing my lips to his. I felt his moan pass his lips before I heard it in my ears, and his hands moved to untie the laces at my waist. A panic filled me, my hands moving to stop him, breaking the kiss, “Stop!”
“What’s the matter?” He asked, his fingers still on the ties, looking confused.
“…Do not…do not do that.” I pushed his hands away, turning my head away, embarrassed.
“What is it?” He asked, turning my face back. My eyes however averted his until his hands on either side of my face, and his forehead against mine, forced me to look into his, “Tell me what is wrong. Why won’t you let me pleasure you?”
“I…I…”
“Speak, Marius!” He sighed, “I have no time for imprudence…”
“You could have fooled me.” I pursed my lips in my outspokenness, “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
“Answer my question.” He ignored in my insubordination.
“I am embarrassed.” I admitted.
“Why?” He furrowed his eyebrows, “You are beautiful.” He kissed me again, “Besides, genitalia is not something you should be embarrassed about.”
I bit my lip, nodding, “I know –I am just…I am shy.”
“You’ve never done this before have you?” He tilted his head to the side.
I shook my head, “No…”
“Not even with a woman? A wife?”
“No.”
He smiled again, “Then I am your first –your only,” he grinned again, “that makes me very pleased, Marius. Don’t be shy.” His fingers pushed underneath the fabric of my tunic, pulling it over my head. I bit the inside of my lip, my fingers gripping the sheets, as his mouth encircled my nipple, my breath getting caught in my throat. His tongue lapped against my skin for a moment, his eyes watching my expression, as he moved lower, to my stomach, his fingers stroking a similar trail down my chest before finishing their job untying the strings at my waist, pushing that fabric away as well. He paused only for a moment to give me his best smile before engulfing his mouth over my hardening member. I couldn’t hold back the groan, surprised at the dampness of his mouth on my skin. My eyes closed, my hands instinctively moving to guide his head up and down my shaft. He hummed in approval, his own hands moving off of my body to unbutton his shirt, tossing it aside. I murmured in disagreement as he moved away to the edge of the bed to remove his boots, placing them to the side of the bed.
“Are you watching me?” He teased, turning towards the bed, untying his own trousers, taking his time pushing them over his hips, “I may be a god, Marius, but I will be the first to admit –I am really nothing more then a mere mortal when it comes to sexual organs.” My eyes widened, as the fabric was pushed past his hips, cascading to the floor where he stepped out of it, “…Unless you are a virgin, apparently…”
“You…you’re so…”
“Shh,” he smiled, pulling Marius’s shoes off, tossing them aside, followed by his trousers, “You’re nothing to scoff at your self.”
I gasped, “M-master…” I was unsure of where to put me hands on my partner’s nude body, my fingers wanting to touch, but my mind telling me that I could not. Hades soon cured the problem, clasping my hands above my head, pressing our bodies together. The familiar panic set in again, our nude bodies reacting to the touch of the other, my hard member pressing into Hade’s thigh.
“You gasp any louder and someone will think I am torturing you.” He laughed.
“Are you not?”
“Are you enjoying yourself?” He asked.
I took a moment before nodding, “I do…I am.”
His fingers slipped down my forearms, as he moved to wrap his mouth around my member again. I moaned, liking the feel of his tongue on the underside, his eyes warm as they looked up over my chest, watching my reaction.
“Ah…I can –can not…” My voice didn’t want to work again, as I approached my peak, but he understood, pushing me deeper into his mouth as I erupted into his throat. He grunted, choking for just a moment before relaxing, letting me empty into his gullet.
My breathing steadied, deeper as my caught up words dissipated, my fingers reaching for him, wanting him closer to me again, “Master…”
“Marius.” He whispered, his lip against my ear, “Marius, I want you.”
“I…I am yours, Master.” I pressed my face into his neck, “Do as you wish –I…I want only to make you happy. Use me, please.”
He made a soft nasal nose of approval, “I will, in time. First, you need to relax. You are so tense, everywhere.” He laughed lightly, “Your body is breathing…I find this amusing. I like to watch the rise and fall of your chest though…”
“I guess it’s just instinct.” I continued the attempt to find oxygen in the stale air, biting my bottom lip, trying to incite the courage to lean forward to kiss him.
“You’re shivering. Are you cold?” His hands were warm against mine, and I shook my head.
“Shades do not get cold, Master.”
“I love that word from your lips.” He smiled, taking my hand and leading it down between his legs, wrapping my fingers around his member, “You excite me, Marius. Do you feel it? Surely you do…no one, not even a soul, could ignore the feelings you put in me.”
I nodded, stroking my fingers along its length, pleased at the guttural sounds emitting from my master as he pushed his face against my chest, his hips moving with my hand, moaning in disapproval as I took my hand away.
“I didn’t tell you to do that…” His voice was more wanting then angry.
“I want to put you in my mouth, Master…” I kissed him, “It felt so good when you did it…I want to repay you.”
He took a deep breath, shifting over me, his member pushing against my thigh as he pressed his forehead to mine, his dark black eyes staring down into mine. For a moment I thought he was not going to let me, but that flicker of shame for making the request that went through my eyes must have changed his mind, because he slid back, his knees against mine, pulling me up with him, guiding my head towards his phallus. It filled my mouth, with a slight popping sensation, slid into my throat. He groaned, as my tongue lapped at the underside of his penis, his long fingers raking through my hair, holding me tight against his body. My hands rested first on his thighs, then moved farther upward, holding his hips in place as he tried to push deeper into my mouth –something that just was not possible with his godly length. He gasped, and I felt his muscles contracting underneath my palms as they moved to push him as far as possible back into my mouth.
“Marius…Marius…” He was trying to pull me back to attention, his hands moving from my head to my shoulders, trying to pull me away –but I would have none of it. I was determined to taste my master’s seed, a gift I was granted a few mere moments later, flooding my mouth, my throat, and my nose.
He shank between my lips, and against my tongue –his member still however overfilling the cavity. I was held in shock, the white come dispensing from my mouth and nose as he pulled out past my lips.
His voice was soft, as he first licked his own come away from my lips, wiping more away from my face, “I tried to warn you, Marius…”
I looked up, “How…there is so much!”
He wrapped his arms around me, still lapping up the semen from my skin, “Marius, my beautiful, beautiful little slave… You are so headstrong, yet so shy and timid... You never want to listen to me, but you rarely act to your own whim, and when you do…it comes back to hurt you.” He kissed me, “however, that look of shock on your face, and seeing you covered in my seed is an image I shall covet for eternity. You looked so stunning. Are you all right?”
“I feel full…” My tongue finally found words, my Master’s seed filling my stomach as though I had just eaten a very large supper.
“Did you enjoy it?” He asked, his fingers stroking my still-damp chest.
I thought for a moment –initially the shock had been the power, at which he had erupted into my mouth, but the taste wasn’t bad and I had enjoyed pleasuring him… I nodded, returning the kiss he then pressed to my lips.
“Marius…” He sighed, a hand on my hip, “No one can know about this…you understand right? I love you –how I love you, but…this isn’t a story I want getting to earth.” He pressed his lips to my cheek, “I love you…”
“Master?”
“If people knew –they’d all want to be my consorts… They would think that it was all I wanted –Zeus may think that I was making lovers out of my souls, and that…that isn’t what is happening.” He continued on, ignoring me.
“…Master?” I brushed a lock of his hair away from his face, “I understand. I will not tell anyone. This…this is our secret. I understand.”
He smiled, nodding, “Good.”
From that moment on, I kept our secret. For years we lived together –but separated. After he kidnapped the Queen, there were several years when I felt as though I hadn’t been good enough for him. I no longer visited him at night, and he did not mention our previous affair, although after nearly two years of simply being his manservant, he let himself into my room, just off of his, apparently having had enough of our simple charade of King and servant.
“Why don’t you love me?” He pinned me down on my hard pallet bed, covering my body with his own, “Where have you gone to, Marius?”
“I have not gone anywhere, my lord.” I shook my head, “You have a wife –I simply thought it best not to—” His lips captured mine, silencing me.
“I never told you to do such a thing. Don’t think, Marius. I never gave you permission to think for yourself.” He sighed, shaking his head, “Did you think that just because I had taken a wife that it changed my feelings for you? Marius, I love you, but you can be so stupid.”
I looked away, somewhat shameful, and Hade’s eyes followed mine, taking a look around my quarters, “What kind of room is this Marius? I thought I took better care of you then this…this may be alright for some, but…not my beautiful, beautiful slave.” He smiled, kissing me again, unpinning me from the bed, holding out his hands; “Come with me –out of these drab accommodations.”
I hesitated for a moment before taking his hand. Would his advances tonight be gentle and loving as they often had been, or would he be seeking revenge on me for seeming to have abandoned him for two years? I decided it didn’t matter –I wanted him either way.
He lead me back towards his bedroom, leaving me near the bed to make sure that the door to his room was firmly closed, and bolted before sitting on his bed, sitting up in the pillows, “Take off your clothes.” His tone still didn’t tell me what he was planning, and his eyes as I pulled my shirt over my head, letting it slip through my fingers to the floor didn’t tell me anything either. Soon enough, I was nude, and I could feel his eyes roving over me. My hands itched to cover myself, but I held them firmly at my sides.
“Come here.” He beckoned me closer, and I knelt down on the edge of the bed, crawling closer to him. I knelt down beside him, and he sighed, tugging on my arm, “Come on, Marius…kneel over me…” The surprise in my eyes must have amused him because he laughed, “It’s alright for you to be dominating once in a while, Marius.”
“How can I dominate you when you are still my master, giving me orders?” I asked, moving my knees to either side of his hips, my fingers unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it back over his shoulders.
“I’m sorry; would you like to give the orders tonight?” His hands went to my hips, lowering his mouth to my member, savoring the familiar flavor my skin before looking up at me, “Do you want to be Master for a little while?”
I shook my head, “No...I like being your slave.”
“Play along with me…just for a little while?” He begged, “It’s not that different.”
“I…I do not know…why do you want me to?”
“Because sometimes, my beautiful little slave boy, even a god wants to feel what it’s like to be on the other side.”
“But…you’re always over me.” I stroked my thumb across his cheek, “This is strange…I want to be underneath you.”
“You can be –just not tonight.” He tossed his shirt side, soon discarding his trousers to the floor –all without disturbing my position over him, probably worried that if I moved, he would be able to talk me back into it.
“Master…”
“No…I’m not master tonight.” He shook his head, pulling me down into the pillows with him, “Tonight, I am whatever you want to call me, but I am not your Master.”
Unsure how to voice my discontentment with him, I whined softly into his ear, wanting to just pull him on top of me. I wanted that proverbial weight pushing me, holding me down; a sultry voice coaxing me to verbalize my feelings –distress, pleasure, –whatever the emotion was that filled my chest when he touched me.
“What do you want from me?” I asked, pressing my lips to his, before sitting back, his member touching my backside as I leaned back, tempting me, but knowing that it probably wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted me to play his part…he had never allowed my member to penetrate him, in the long time that we had been together.
“Fuck me.”
It was exactly what he wanted. I could see it in his eyes –so many years he had been doing such things to me, using my body in ways I had only dreamed possible, and now he was telling me to repay the favors he had given me.
“I do not know how.” My fingers stroked his chest, “Not from here.”
“You do too; you’re just being impish because I won’t let you have your way.” He teased, pushing on my knees, sliding be backwards against the silken covers, raising his hips ever so slightly trying to beckon me, “You know what you’re doing…You won’t hurt me, Master.”
I twitched, not wanting to like the sound of that word from his mouth, my hands brushing his inner thighs, lowering my tongue to lap at his opening. He groaned, his fingers pulling my hair, as my fingers fondled him.
His soft moans made me hard, and I removed my tongue, pushing a finger inside of him. He groaned, but there was little resistance on his part. It was obvious that he had done this before and knew what to expect –unlike me, who after a century of lovemaking still whimpered like a pup at entry of his shaft. I tilted my head, confused –wondering who exactly it was who had tamed him, even just for a moment to get such a right.
“Don’t fret Master.” He teased, seeing my obvious dissatisfaction with this piece of information, “It didn’t mean anything; I don’t love him.” A second finger joined the first, and he grunted again, before nodding, “You’re angry, I understand that.”
“I am not angry.” I shook my head, a third finger pushing in to join the others, “But I can be angry if you like…” His eyes did not show how he felt, and I bit my tongue, removing my hand to plunge into him before he could say anything more.
A sharp noise parted his lips, and I watched his eyes close. He drew his knees up, pulling me down by my neck, locking his legs at my sides. I waited until he had opened his eyes again before kissing him, coaxing his mouth open with my tongue, pulling out of him ever so slowly before pushing back in.
“You are so perfect.” He whispered, holding my head against his chest, letting only our lower halves move together. His cock pushed against my stomach, the friction between our warming bodies making him hard. I moaned, pressing my lips against his as I pinnacled, feeling his muscles contracting around my limb.
He held me inside, making sure that every last drop was taken out of me before allowing me pull away, collapsing on the bed. He kissed my bare back, reaching down between his lips, dipping his fingers into the residue left behind, tasting it off index finger, before pressing it to my mouth as well, I licked a bit off, not liking it as much as I enjoyed his, His hand went back rubbing the glistening semen along his member.
“You’re not tired are you?” He asked.
I leaned up on my elbow, “I best not be, am I right? You have work for me, don’t you.” My hand joined his, “But I want you to fuck me…”
“Then let me fuck you.” He smiled, pulling me closer, over top of him again, “You almost did it before –I could see it in your eye that it was what you wanted.” He pushed against my backside, pushing gently on my shoulders as I lowered myself over him. I whimpered softly, and he pressed his lips to the tips of my fingers. I groaned, having finally impaled myself full over him, and touched my forehead down to his chest.
“Why does it always hurt?” I asked, my lips encircling a nipple, swirling my tongue around the peak, my eyes on his face.
He shrugged, “You are a shade…your body doesn’t recognize change.”
I nodded, understanding, sitting forward to my lips to his collarbone, before pulling back, and pushing myself back over him. His hands moved to my hips, guiding me along his member. He took me off guard as he pulled me much to far forward, pulling him out of me, and suddenly Hades was himself again, pushing me back into the pillows, his warm cock pushing against my lips, which parted to him. A few moments later, he had burst in my mouth, recreating our first time together, the opaque fluids seeping from my face. My hand went to my nose, almost feeling as though I had just vomited.
He murmured in my ear, “Shh, I shouldn’t have done that, I know. Your mouth is just so warm, and I had to feel myself there…” He pressed a kiss to my lips, tasting himself on my skin, “I’ll get a towel, just wait.” I watched, come still seeming to fill my mouth, which I swallowed hard, sending it into my stomach. He returned a moment later, handing me a towel, which I used to wipe my face.
“Do you forgive me?” He nuzzled his face against my neck, “I apologized…”
“I can not breathe through my nose…”
He laughed at me, “Then it is probably good that you do not need breath, Marius.”
“I am going to have your seed coating my insides for weeks –that was a lot more then what you usually give me…”
“I haven’t gotten the pleasure of your company for quite sometime…I’ve been holding it for you.” He teased, licking a line of his come that had streaked down my throat, before laying beside me, as I tossed the towel away, his head on my shoulder, “Why did you abandon me?”
“I did not abandon you, Master! I was here!”
“Is this because of Persephone?” He looked up, “I still need you, Marius. Yes, she is my wife, but I still need you to feel whole.”
“But, she is your wife…” I shook my head, “I can not compare to her. No one even knows about me, Master. How can you say that you need me if no one can ever know about me?”
“No one knows about you for your own safety, Marius… I would die inside if I ever lost you. There are those who would want to take you from me –just out of spite. Please, don’t tempt them. We can be happy…”
“I am happy.” I sighed, brushing my fingers through his hair.
“Marius…” He pulled me close to him again, hiding his face against my neck, “do you love me?”
“Of course I do.” I let my fingers trace down his back, wondering where he was going with these questions, “I love you more then life –why do you think I’ve stayed here this long?”
“You never tell me that you do.” His breath was warm against my shoulder.
“I love you,” I tilted his face up to mine, pressing my lips to his, “You know that I do, Master.”
He smiled, laying his head against my chest again, closing his eyes.
After that, it became almost a night ritual for Hades to open my door after the Queen had returned to her own chambers after their copulation, bidding me to sleep beside him, even if we didn’t make love. During the months that she was earth-bound, I rarely saw the inside of my own room, Hades simply pulling me into bed with him at night…
That is until, he and the Queen decided on separation. He had told me of these plans weeks before he had informed the others –in particular the Queen’s personal maid Acacia, the gardener Philos, and the housemaid Madus. What he didn’t inform me of however was that he hadn’t informed Acacia that –though in charge of the basic cleaning of both his, and the Queen’s rooms, and their personal care, that I was to remain as his manservant.
My first instinct at this was fear. Would he really let me go that easily? What if Acacia didn’t think me fit? My stomach was in a panic as I sat before her at the long table.
“Marius, of course you’d be here.” She smiled up, almost relieved to see a familiar face, “Shall we go through a formality?”
“Acacia, I have only ever been in this palace –I know nothing else beyond these walls.” I shook my head, “I have been here longer then you have…you can not turn me away.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Marius.” She shook her head, “Of course you can keep your place here. I wouldn’t take that away from you.”
“Thank you.” I nodded, “That is all that I wanted to hear. –I should get back to Ma—the king.” I hoped she hadn’t caught my slip up, as I stood, “We will probably obviously be working closer together now.” I nodded at her, “I look forward to getting to know you, Acacia.”
She nodded back, “We I’ll introduce you to the others tonight –say seven?”
I nodded, “That sounds fine.”
After securing my job again, I went in search of Hades –finding him in one of his studies, doing correspondence. I closed the door behind me just loudly enough to get him to look up from his desk.
“What’s wrong, Marius?”
“What would you have done if Acacia hadn’t given me a job as your manservant? Would you have seduced and fallen in love with a new man?”
He smiled, “I would have kept you in secret –and besides, she knows that you are invaluable to me.”
“You could have just separated our tasks –me to you, and the queen to her.” I moved to the back of his chair, wrapping my arms around his chest, “You just like to make me worry, don’t you?”
“It adds a little excitement to our otherwise dull existence, yes.” He tilted his face upwards to kiss me, “You shouldn’t be here, Marius.”
“I had to make sure that you knew the kind of stress you put on me.” I let my hands slide from his chest, moving to perch on the edge of his desk, “…Master?”
“What Marius?” He picked up his pen again.
“Why did you pick Acacia over me –to lead this little group, I mean.”
“I didn’t pick her over you, Marius.” He shook his head, “I simply wanted her to feel as though she had more responsibility, so that then we could continue our trysts together, without rousing suspicion.”
“You think very strangely, Master.” I shook my head, and pressed another kiss to his cheek, “You like her, don’t you?”
“Who?”
“Acacia.”
“She is very pretty;” He shrugged, “that doesn’t mean that I like her though.”
“Yes you do,” I smiled, “you are turning this into a habit, Master –choosing consorts out of your shades.”
“You are my only consort, Marius.” He touched my knee, “She is beautiful, and I will admit to you that I have –I do think about bedding her, but it would be but a game.”
“You and your games…” I shook my head, “They will be your downfall, you know.”
“My games are only meant to relieve the monotony, Marius. I don’t mean anything by them…” He laid down his pen again, pushing his chair in front of me, his hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer, “If I do bed her, I won’t enjoy it –would you like for me to banish her? Are you jealous, Marius?”
“Why would I be jealous of a woman I hardly know? I was your lover for most of your marriage, Master, and I was never jealous of your wife… this woman, this Acacia means as little as she did. Bed her if you like; I will just punish you myself for it later.” I teased, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Hmm…are you going to force me to be inferior to you? That’s different…”
“It’s been a long time since you allowed me to fuck you…” I raised an eyebrow, “Nearly as long as your marriage.”
“Hmm, I doubt it’s been that long,” He pondered.
“It is all right…I ultimately prefer to be your underling…” I kissed him again, my hands itching to reach under his shirt, but ultimately resisting.
“Maybe I will seduce her, just for the opportunity to see you my favorite way…”
“If you try to spill your seed in my mouth again, I don’t think I will ever forgive you, because that is what eventually happens whenever you get frustrated with me…” To count, he had tortured me this way at least a dozen times. I always knew when he was planning such a mess when he would tuck a towel underneath a vase on his nightstand –sometimes he would put one there, just to make me agonize over the prospect.
“You like it; you just don’t want to tell me that you do.”
“Contrary to what you may believe, Master, I do not enjoy gagging on your atrocious amounts of seed…I also do not enjoy the sensation of it flooding every orifice of my body, via my mouth…”
“But you like every other part of it –the taste, the texture, the way it feels on your tongue.” He tapped a finger against my lips, “Talking about this is making me warm…”
“Would you like me to open a window for you, Master?” I raised an eyebrow.
He shook his head, “You know what I want, but we really shouldn’t. I have things to see to yet today –but tonight…tonight I will reassure you of my feelings.” He stood, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “Why don’t you go find something to do, Marius?”
I lifted my face, looking into his eyes for a moment, “I love you, Master.”
“And I love you, Marius.”
That evening, I wasn’t surprised to feel a hand at my back as I turned to exit the servant’s quarters, the new man, James, reaching for me, as I turned to leave just a bit after Acacia had left us.
“I know that you room off of the king’s room, but…could you answer a question?” James’s wide eyes looked worried.
“What is it?” I asked.
“He doesn’t...torture us or anything, does he?”
“Would there have been so many people vying for these jobs if he did?” I raised an eyebrow, “Don’t step out of line, and you will never have to see his wrath, understand?”
James nodded, “Thank you.”
I watched him turn back, stepping through the large archway that lead into the male servants quarters, before continuing towards Hades’ chambers.
“It’s about time…” He was already partly nude, basking across his bed in the candle light, “Bolt the door behind you, Marius.”
I nodded, “Of course Master.” The lock slid into place easily, and I turned back to him, leaning against the frame of the ornate door, watching the shadows cast through the flickering candle light dance across his bare skin.
“What are you waiting for? You tempted me this afternoon –you can’t just stand there and stare at me.”
“Would you like a drink?” I offered, moving towards the small bar-like stand on the opposite side of the room.
“Are you drinking with me?” He asked, his eyes following me, watching me pour a silver goblet partially full of the rich colored wine.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, ignoring his question, carrying the goblet to him.
“No…not for food at any rate.” He shook his head, watching me pick up a pomegranate from a basket of fruit sitting near the bar.
I knelt on the edge of the bed, taking the first sip from the goblet, before holding it out to him, tilting it just slightly.
“Now you’re the one playing games, Marius.” He narrowed his eyes, taking the goblet from my hands as I got up to cut the pomegranate in half at the bar, before moving back to the bed.
“Taste…” I held one of the small berry-like seeds between my fingers, which he captured in his mouth, savoring the tart flavor for a moment before swallowing it, “Hold.” I placed the pomegranate in his free hand, and then pulled him lower on the bed.
“Dare I ask what you are doing?”
I smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips before taking the goblet back from him, “Sharing a drink with you, Master.”
He raised an eyebrow, as I tipped the wine, letting it trickle down his chest, he watched me lower my head to his chest, lapping the wine up from his chest.
“Ah, I see.” He nodded, “And the pomegranate?”
I sighed, “You are so impatient.” I took the fruit from him, placing the goblet of wine on the side table, before carefully lining the seeds down his chest, placing another one in his mouth before I started to crush them against his skin with my tongue, lapping up the juices.
“You are so strange,” he laughed, after I had finished.
“You don’t like it? I can find something else…chocolate perhaps? Would strawberries be more to your liking, Master?”
“All I want is you, my gorgeous little slave.” He teased before pulling me back into the pillows with him, “Do you remember the first time we made love?”
I nodded, “I do.”
“It seems so long ago…” He pressed his lips to the palm of my hand before pressing it against his chest.
“It was,” I nodded, “Well over two millennia ago, maybe even three.”
“And yet, my feelings for you are as strong as they were then…how do you explain that?” He asked, “Other couples, they grow bored with each other, even though they were once so passionately in love…”
“We must be soul mates, Master.” I smiled, “Nothing is impossible for us, hmm?”
“That must be the case.” He nodded, turning to lift the glass of wine to my lips, pouring it just too quickly, so that he could lick the trails of it from my throat.
“If you want to drink, Master, you don’t have to drown me in the process.” My voice was meant to be reprimanding, but it didn’t have the effect I had hoped it would.
“I like the look on your face when you can’t swallow things…” He took the last drink of wine, before letting the goblet roll from his fingers, to clatter on the floor, as he moved to cover me, “Why do you think I love to fill your mouth in that way that you hate? I think of that moment of fear in your eyes, every day.”
“You are a twisted man, Master.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, “but…I love you, regardless of that.”
“I’m glad,” he nodded, “Because…I think it’s time for people to know about us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean…people stopped believing in me and my fellow gods years ago –replaced by other ideals…these people flood my gates every day, surprised that the old ways were right… Humanity doesn’t hear these stories… I want the world –the universe to know that I love you, Marius.”
“But Master…”
“No, Marius. I made up my mind. I’m not hiding you anymore.”
“Master, what about—“
“You’re worried about your job here, aren’t you?” He brushed my hair away from my forehead, “I understand that, but…you will remain exactly as you are. My my friend, my confidant, my manservant…my lover; nothing will change that.”
“But what of everyone else?”
“If anyone dares harass you, I’ll banish them outside of the gates… I’ve thought about this, Marius –even before Persephone and I grew apart. I’ve hidden you for two thousand years... the truth must come out.”
“You would do that?”
He nodded, “Yes, because I love you. You don’t seem to ever believe me when I tell you that, even though I’ve said too many times to count.”
“I do believe you, Master!” I hugged him tightly, pressing my face into his neck, “I am happy you no longer wish to hide me…”
“You seem worried.”
“It has already been decided –my worries are just that…worries. They are nothing for me to actually be alarmed about.” I smiled, “I love you, Master.”