Hades and his Lover (Pt. 8)

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

Hades and his Lover
Part 8

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

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


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

Dark Little Town: The Beginning II

Dark Little Town: The Beginning
Part 2

“What do you mean you want to start playing together again? I thought we called our Rock Star days a failed experiment and moved on?” Heath sounded annoyed when Tyler called him up a few weeks after Dylan Montgomery had left town. “Why bring this up again? Especially now, so close to getting our degrees. Christ. Why do you always have this urge to fuck things up when we’re so close to achieving something.”
“I think it would be fun,” Tyler shrugged. “I mean, wouldn’t it be fun to move to New York and –”
“Wait, did you say move? To New York?”
“Yeah. You always said you wanted to get out of this hick town, and now I’m proposing we do it. Just me, you, and Jordan.”
“Jordan has already agreed to this?”
“He says that he’ll do it if you do it.”
“Fuck. You’re not really giving me much of a choice then are you? Damn it.”
And a few months later, the trio were on the airwaves across the nation, the new heartthrobs of the American public.
“So, what do you think of our first tour?”
“I can’t believe that just because MTV says we’re good that millions of people are flooding into stadiums to see us and hear you blather about unrequited love.”
“Hey, maybe next tour they can hear you blather.”
“Fuck you, you know I don’t sing.”
“You have a very nice voice,” Jordan spoke up from behind his curtain where he had been trying to read in peace, but was finding very little luck. “So shut about it. You heard anything from Dylan, Tyler?”
“No. I tried to call him, but his Aunt said that she couldn’t give me his number in New York. Apparently, according to all of the rag-mags, he’s in California for the summer rubbing elbows with Hollywood elite.”
“Nice. You going to try and get a hold of him when tour is over?”
“I don’t know,” Tyler shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Well, you know if you need anything in that department, Heath is around,” Jordan pushed back his curtain to cast a look at Heath.
“Fuck you,” Heath scoffed.
“No, no. Leave me me out of it. If I’m in a threesome I’d like at least one woman to be involved.” Jordan shook his head.
“You are such an ass.”
“Hey, I’m just pointing out the obvious. You constantly pushed him away in high school to the point where only inducement from drugs and alchohol would get you to sleep with him, but now that you don’t worry what your parents will think, since you’ve moved out, I know you’ve slept with your fair share of guys since Graduation.”
“Aw, is he telling the truth, Heath? I’m not your one and only anymore?”
“Honey, you were never my one-and-only.”
“That’s not true! I was your first and only until sophomore year and you know it.”
“And we did it how many times in that two year gap?”
“Individual times or days when we did it multiple times?”
“There is a difference?”
“Well, before you slept with Tonya Sleuth, we did it three times after my parent’s died, six times the weekend that Miranda let us camp out in the backyard, and twice when you came back from Band Camp.”
“Right…that was the weekend you realized you were a Top.”
“Yeah, after having you pounding into my ass, I figured it was time I finally took a shot at it.”
“Whoa, I really didn’t need to know that about you guys, thanks.” Jordan started to slide his curtain closed again, going back to his book.
“God, you remember the first time I fucked you from behind? I was so fucking nervous. I thought I was going to seriously hurt you.”
“Not using any lube was probably stupid, but hey, we were fifteen and didn’t know any better. Besides, it felt good in the end.”

Later at the hotel, Heath wasn’t surprised when Tyler knocked at his door, looking for some action.
“I thought we agreed that this wasn’t going to become a ‘thing’, Ty.” Heath let him into the hotel room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it as Tyler went for the mini-bar.
“We aren’t. I just…I need you,” Tyler shrugged, not looking at him. “I need my life to return to normal after this whole stupid Dylan-thing.”
“So I’m your normalcy?”
“Yeah, I guess you are. Lucky you, huh?”
“Yeah, lucky me,” Heath nodded.
“So, are we going to do it, or what?”
“Ty, is sex the only reason you come and find me each night? We’ve been on tour for two weeks now and besides the nights we spend on the bus, you’re always here looking for this. Isn’t there something more that you want?”
“No, not really, just you.” Tyler shrugged, finally deciding on a tiny bottle of gin from the bar. “You want some?”
“No. I’ve had enough alcohol-induced sex with you to last a couple of lifetimes. I like remembering the night before, don’t you?”
“I always remember the night before –ugh, gin is disgusting.”
“I could have told you that…but you didn’t ask.”
Tyler screwed the cap back on and replaced it in the fridge, “So, you didn’t answer me.”
Heath nodded, “I know I didn’t. I think we should just talk first.”
“What about?” Tyler asked, sitting down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him for Heath to join him.
“Talking earlier about when we were kids –teenagers. Were you really in love with me in high school, Tyler?”
Tyler shrugged, “I guess I was, but after we did coke that last time and you went off on me, I guess I gave up on you. Then I found Dylan and it was okay that our love was unrequited because I had this new guy that it didn’t matter how he felt about me because we had a good time together.”
“And what about now?”
“Now I realize how stupid and ridiculous it is to fall in love because I will always find a way to fuck it up, because I never realize in time that I am in love.”
“But how do you feel about me now?” Heath shook his head, “Do you still have feelings for me or am I just convenient fuck-buddy for you once in awhile?”
“Look, I like to stick to what I know.” Tyler shrugged, “I love you, but not like I used to. I don’t have that sick passion anymore. I like to be with you, and around you, but I don’t feel the frenzy anymore when I look at you.”
“…Are you saying that I don’t turn you on?”
“Of course you do! You just…have to work at it now. It’s not instantaneous anymore.”
“I thought something between us had changed,” Heath’s voice was slightly teasing, but he was completely serious. Something had been changing about when they were together. For one thing, remembering all of what had happened the next morning was different. They didn’t smoke before or after. The sensations of being together were different –not dulled or hightened by a high. He realized the first time they were together after starting the band that doing it with Tyler-Now was very different from Tyler-14-Years-Old or Tyler-In-High-School. Tyler-Now knew wha we was doing, how he wanted to go about doing it, and all of it without any petty games.
“What’s the matter, Heath?” Tyler broke him out of his day dream. “Are you falling for me like you never did in high school?”
“Of course not,” Heath scoffed loudly. “I’m with you for the sex –just like you want, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Well, do you want something more?”
“You always told me that you couldn’t be my boyfriend. That’s OK by me,” Tyler shrugged.
“No, it’s not okay. You hate that.”
“No, really. I shouldn’t start a relationship with you. Not until I know that Dylan is really, honestly done with me.”
“I think it was safe to say that he was done with you three months ago. Tyler, he put a restraining order on you, changed his phone number, disappeared to California for the summer…”
“It doesn’t mean we won’t work it out. We were getting off to a good start, Heath.”
“Sure, whatever.” Heath shook his head. “Maybe you should just go? I’m tired and we’re pulling out early tomorrow morning. We should both get some sleep.”
“You’re pissed at me now aren’t you?” Tyler pulled himself up from the couch. “You were hoping I felt that way about you, even after a year apart?”
“I never had any expectations from you. Any other night, I’d be more then happy to fuck your brains out but tonight I’m too tired. I don’t have the energy. Maybe tomorrow –a nice blowjob on the bus or something. Would that make you happy?”
“The question is Heath, would that make you happy.”
“I’m the one that offered it, aren’t I? Just ‘cause I’m not interested in sodomizing you right now doesn’t mean I’m not open to a little service-job.”
“Oh my god, that would make the greatest innuendo for a song ever! You are so clever,” Tyler wrapped his arms around Heath’s waist.
“Flattery will get you no where. I stand by what I said – get out of my room so I can go to sleep. You’re stressed out, that’s why you’re so fucking horny all the time.” Heath pushed his hands away, moving from him towards the bedroom. “Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.”

That night, Heath dreamed of being fourteen again, almost as though he were relieving a moment of his childhood. He and Tyler had just kipped down in the tent in the Norse’s backyard. They were naked, the cool night air coming in through the partially unzipped window felt icy against their hot skin. Heath was straddling Tyler’s hips, their groins teasing each other as they kissed and groped. Tyler’s fingers raked through Heath’s hair, forcing their mouths together roughly until Heath’s palms against his chest made him break away.
“I want to fuck you. For real,” Heath added. “I think we’re ready to go…all the way. Anally.”
“I don’t know…we don’t have any…stuff.”
“What do you mean?” Heath furrowed his eyebrows.
“ You know, like lube or something.”
“What the fuck does that matter? Want to have sex with you, Ty! We’ll make it work. Jeez, now you’re making me nervous.”
Tyler laughed, “Let’s just kiss some more.”
“I’m sick of kissing you. We kiss all the time and since…since the first time we started this, we’ve only jerked of together on the weekends or talked smutty to each other on the phone,” Heath pressed his lips to Tyler’s for a moment, trying to relay all of the frustration he was feeling through his lips. “I want more. Don’t you want more, Tyler? Don’t you…don’t you want to know what it feels like to have someone inside you?”
“Heath, we’ve never really done anything…anally. Can we just jump from jerking off, blowing each other, and rubbing our pricks together to shoving them up each other’s butts?”
“You say that like its dirty. I think it sounds amazing,” His breath was warm against Tyler’s ear and neck. “I’ll bet you’re really tight and warm. The sexiest little moans and grunts would pass your lips…” Heath shifted downward, putting his mouth around his best friend’s member, swirling his tongue around the tip.
“Okay,” Tyler nodded. “But if you hurt me, I’m taking retribution.”
“I look forward to it,” He grinned and slapped Tyler’s thigh lightly. “Turn over.”
“On my stomach?”
“On your knees. I need to… you know, get you ready.”
“I…I dunno. You’re gonna use your mouth?”
“Well I’m certainly not going to waste an ejaculation on loosening your ass,” Heath shook his head. “Now c’mon, before I loose my nerve.”
Tyler flinched as Heath’s tongue touched his backside and his friend’s fingers squeezed his cheeks, spreading them apart before they moved to his hips.
“Oh jesus…fucking Christ…” Tyler groaned loudly as one of Heath’s hands dipped down to fondle him, “Oh…what?”
“It’s just one finger, relax.” Heath pressed his mouth to his ass before he continued to probe one finger, then two, dampened with saliva.
“Okay,” Heath squeezed Tyler’s hips, lapping his tongue along his crevice one more time, “I’m going for it. Are you ready?”
“If you’re hard, I’m ready.” Tyler nodded, taking in a sharp breath as Heath started to push inside. “Fuck…no, stop.”
“Relax…Ty, relax dude. Like you did when it was just my fingers. It’s the same thing, just…thicker, longer.”
Tyler nodded, “I’m trying, really.”
Heath’s lips pressed against his shoulder before he moved to kiss him, coaxing out Tyler’s tongue before position himself again, “You’re to excited. When you get hot, your muscles contract. Relax, like you’re going to the bathroom.”
“That’s disgusting!”
“It’s what you have to do! I’m in like two inches Tyler!”
“It hurts, let’s just stop.”
“We’re this far. I want you to know how amazing you are… Let me in,” Heath continued to push inside, listening to Tyler’s little moans of pain and excitement until he was fully inside. His arms wrapped around Tyler’s waist. “Shh…I’m inside you. It wasn’t so bad, right? It feels good.”
Tyler panted a little before giving a sharp nod, “Yeah.”
“Okay, I’m going to pull out, just a little to loosen you up,” He kissed him again. “Then, if you’re ready, I’m going to really ride you.”
“You want to hear me scream, don’t you?”
“I want to hear anything that passes your lips when I fuck you,” Heath pushed against him softly at first. As he pushed back inside, Tyler was quiet laying his head on his arms and closing his eyes to focus on the mass that was violating him. He barely noticed as Heath began to take longer, harder strokes, forcing him to rock forward with each thrust.
“I’m going…uh…fuck…” Heath’s breath was caught and he shuddered, thrusting harder, shorter strokes. Tyler moaned as he felt Heath erupt inside him before he collapsed over him, a slight squelching sound as he slipped out of him and he rolled away, panting. Tyler shifted on his side, scooting closer, “You aren’t done yet, so you better not be tired.”
“You want to try it?” Heath let his head loll to the side. “It’s…it’s good.”
“Not yet,” Tyler shook his head. “I want your mouth. Your hands. I want all of it.” He rolled on top of Heath, “You got me so close fucking me like that, but you came to soon. You kept hitting just the right spot, over and over again…”
“We can try again in about twenty minutes,” Heath grinned.
“Tomorrow –we’ll go the drugstore and get some KY or something and do it right. I liked it,” Tyler nodded. “But I…I want to fuck your mouth.”
Heath pulled himself up into a sitting position, “O—” he hadn’t even gotten the chance to finish his agreement before Tyler thrust into his mouth, holding his head over the entire length of his cock. Heather let Tyler force his mouth over his member, his tongue curling with thrust.
“Suck down hard,” Tyler requested, his hands on Heath’s face. He grunted, pushing Heath back down, forcing himself over his face. “Fuck…I’m…uh…oh…” He convulsed and Heath tried not to choke as Tyler’s come joined his cock in his already full mouth. He groaned, pushing on Tyler’s knees, then his stomach.
“I’m sorry…are you okay?”
“Well, I suppose if I have to suffocate I guess I would like it to be because your cock was in my mouth, blocking my airway.” Heath turned to couch up a puddle of come. “Jesus.”
“I’m still horny,” Tyler sighed. “Empty, but horny.” He stretched out, laying next to Heath, just the sides of their bodies touching.
Heath was silent before he shifted to his side, leaning on his elbow, “What was it like having someone inside of you like that?”
“Interesting,” Tyler shrugged. “Very full, like you didn’t belong there, but eventually it got to be…really nice, and good. I dunno. Everyway I think of describing it sounds like a bad porn or something.”
Heath smiled, “I guess you’ll have to do it to me some day.”
“I think I’ll let you perfect it first. It’s still a little strange.”

“Wake up!” Tyler had found a way into Heath’s room and was thinking up creative ways to pull him out of bed. “I’ll fuck you. I’m sure what with being unconscious and everything that I wouldn’t have a problem –eh!” Heath pulled him down next to him.
“Shut up. What time is it?”
“A little after six,” Tyler shrugged. “We’ve got time if you wanna…you know.”
“Guess what I dreamed about last night,” Heath whispered in his ear.
“Something hot?” Tyler brushed his finger tips over Heath’s morning hard-on. “Did you have a wet dream about me?”
“Close,” Heath smiled. “It was good…sexy. You were adorable.”
“So you forgive me for last night?” Tyler asked, his fingers moving under the waistband of Heath’s boxers, kissing his bare chest.
“Enough to fuck, if you’re interested,” Heath’s eyes were only half open as he pressed a soft kiss to Tyler’s lips. “However, I don’t know if I’m awake enough for it.”
“Never-the-less…tell me about your dream. That will wake you up,” Tyler’s fingers tightened around his friend’s member, making soft strokes as he nuzzled closer.
“I dreamed we were fourteen again, in your backyard, in the tent,” Heath hummed. “And you let me fuck you for the first time and afterwards you were to nervous to try it yourself, but it didn’t stop you from almost suffocating me with your dick.”
“I got away from myself…” Tyler shrugged. “It was an accident.”
“It was like I could feel your dick pushing down my throat with every thrust,” Heath groaned, rolling over on top of him, pulling Tyler’s hands up above his head. “Hmm, I see you’re up this morning.”
“You’re heavy,” Tyler teased.
“If my weight bothered you, we wouldn’t have started fooling around,” Heath nipped at his neck. “Don’t be in such a rush either. I’m not done telling you about my dream.”
“Ah, of course,” Tyler draped his arms over Heath’s shoulders. “Tell me more.”
“My favorite part was when you asked me to stop. It was so sweet,” Heath leaned back for a moment to tug Tyler’s pants down and reciprocating him for the start he’d given him. “But I convinced you to keep going.”
“I remember. You started out slow and then you just pulled out deeper and thrust in harder,” Tyler leaned up, kissing him, his hand going down to his member. “Do it again. Just like we did the first time. I’ll use that same pleading little voice,” He made a gasping noise, “Oh Heath, stop! It hurts so much, please, don’t go any deeper,” He licked his lips, and raised an eyebrow. “And you’ll hum softly in my ear and tell me to relax and that it will feel so good once you’re in all of the way. Then, when you start really fucking me, you’ll reach around me and jerk me off, making loud grunts and just say ‘fuck, fuck, shit…oh god…’ over and over in my ear.”
“You are so dirty,” Heath shook his head, leaning back and taking his hands away from Tyler’s body, and turning to get up off of the bed, going for the bathroom.
“Heath…what? Where are you going? We weren’t finished.”
“Go take a cold shower,” Heath tossed over his shoulder. “I know that’s what I’ll be doing.”
“Let me take it with you,” Tyler pulled his pants back on over his hips before following, just narrowly squeezing into the bathroom before Heath was able to close the door. “Let me…please?”
“Ty, I need to get ready so we can leave. Check out is in like an hour, and if we sit here and fool around—”
“It’ll take me ten minutes to make both of us happy.” Tyler argued, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside before stepping closer to push Heath’s boxers off. “If we just stand really close together and kiss…touch…we’ll be coming in no time. The way you feel against me makes me hard,” He kissed him again, his hands going to push away the last of his own clothes. “I don’t need to have a dick in my ass to have a good time, or vice versa.”
“I know you don’t, trust me. I know that very well.” Heath shook his head, “But not this morning, okay? Maybe…maybe tomorrow when we’re in Vegas.”
“Why wait and do tomorrow what you can do today?” Tyler’s lips were on his again, an urgent wanting made very apparent even before he even breathily opened his mouth to speak again. “I want you, right here, right now, in any way that you’ll have me.”
Heath sighed, turning away for a moment to turn on the water in the shower. When he turned back, Tyler had dropped to his knees and brought his mouth to his best friend’s member. Heath gasped for a moment, his hands going to Tyler’s shoulders, “Jesus! What the fuck are you doing?”
Tyler raised an eyebrow, but didn’t take the time to respond, continuing to bestow one of the best blow jobs that Heath had ever experienced.
“Jesus, where the fuck did you learn this? Oh…fuck,” He grabbed the edge of the sink, leaning back against it and closing his eyes as he emptied into Tyler’s waiting mouth. “Ah….shit. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing? You did exactly what I wanted you to do,” Tyler lapped at Heath’s softened member before standing and draping his arms over Heath’s shoulders again and kissing him, sharing a bit of come with him from his tongue.
“I hate it when you do that,” Heath shook his head. “I can’t…I won’t reciprocate, Tyler.”
Tyler shrugged, “Your loss then. I got really hard doing that. I’m so close,” one hand slid down Heath’s arm to his hand, bringing it between his legs, “you don’t even have to put your mouth there. Just touch me.”
“Jesus Christ, Tyler…” Heath shook his head.
“Religion has nothing to do with this, stop bringing up Jesus.”
“Let go of my hand,” Heath requested.
“I kind of like it right where it is,” Tyler’s eyes closed, and he pressed his forehead to Heath’s shoulders, pushing his hips closer, making a low moan in the back of his throat and he moved their hands away to push up closer to Heath, blindly finding his lips as he came.
“Fuck, Tyler.” Heath sighed, waiting at least until he had finished before he pushed him away. “Did you have to get us both covered in it, you asshole.”
Tyler laughed, stroking himself for the last of his come before he turned on the sink, washing his hands and picking up a washcloth to clean himself off, “You could have just cooperated with me, and then it wouldn’t have been so bad –don’t wash it off yet.”
“You said ten minutes, you’ve had it, and we’re both spent, so get out of my room.”
“I love you say that…spent. Like sex is money…”
“Get out,” Heath sighed, stepping over the edge of the tub and underneath the hot water.
“Fine, I’ll go…but I won’t stop pestering you. We still have a month and half left of tour, and we’ll find each other again. Maybe you’ll be willing next time and maybe you won’t, but I’ll have you either way.”
“I know,” Heath leaned against the back of the shower, letting water cascade over him. “It’s just the way you are.”
“That’s right, it is. I’ll see you on the bus.”
“Yeah,” Heath nodded, even though Tyler couldn’t see him. The door creaked open and Tyler paused.
“Heath?”
“Yeah?”
“I like being with you, even if I don’t love you as anything more then my friend.”
“I know.”

Dark LIttle Town: The Beginning

Dark Little Town: The Beginning

Tynan was a quiet little town with two major festivals a year –a Winter Wonderland hosted by the local high school, and a Summer Block Party planned and hosted by the town itself. It was at one of these festivities, the Winter Wonderland actually, that ten-year-old Tyler Norse met his best friend, a husky red-head by the name of Heath Gibson.
“He’s really pretty,” Tyler was sitting on the rickety fence a few summers later when they were both thirteen. Around them, a variety of townsfolk milled around looking at cattle and vegetables, “You know…for being a kid.”
“He’s probably, what? Nine? Cripes,” Heath was eating, like he usually was, but a bright red apple he had paid twenty five cents for, having not been able to find a potato chip vendor.
“So what?”
Heath was the only person in the world who knew that Tyler liked other boys, and Tyler had been relieved to find that Heath sort of agreed with him.
“So what –you could go to jail for even thinking about doing stuff with a ten year old.”
“Adults go to jail, Heath. Kids go to juvie.”
“Whatever, you still can’t have it.”
“I was making an observation, Heath. I wasn’t going to act on any of it.”
“I never know with you. We’ve gotten into trouble, but I don’t want to add molestation our list of crimes.”
“Don’t worry –not until we’re sixteen at least.” Tyler grinned, pulling him closer to kiss him.
“Dude! Not in public!” Heath pushed him away, “Christ! Did you steal that piece of apple my mouth or did I swallow it?”
“I dunno,” Typer slyly crunched on it. “This Fair is lame. Let’s go to my place and play some video games or something.”
“Okay,” Heath took one last bite of his apple before pitching it over the fence, and wiping his hands on the bottom of his shirt.
The two made the short trek in record time, shouting hello to Tyler’s Mom who was baking in the kitchen before closing themselves into Tyler’s room.
“What do you want to play?” Tyler asked, moving to pull out his PlayStation and two controllers from underneath his television.
“Doesn’t matter --” Heath grabbed his wrist, pulling him close for a moment. “First do that thing with your tongue…”
“What thing?” Tyler asked, tilting his head to the side.
“You know…when you kiss me and shove it in my mouth, tracing those little circles against mine.”
“Ah,” Tyler nodded. “I thought you didn’t like it when I kissed you?”
“I don’t like it when you do it public, I’ve got no problem with it in private.”
“Ah,” Tyler repeated, putting his hands on Heath’s hips before obliging his request. The two boys kissed for a few moments, before Tyler pulled away, surprised as Heath’s hands had moved up under the bottom of his cut-off shorts to squeeze his ass, “What are you doing?”
“I-I don’t know. I’m sorry, I was just…going with the flow.” Heath shoved his roving hands into his pockets, blushing red.
“Well, think before you touch me like that, christ!”
“I’m sorry! I thought you’d like it!”
“Heath, we’re thirteen! We are so not ready to be touching each other like that, fuck,”
“Right, right…sorry. Let’s just, play a game,” Heath turned away, flushing an even darker shade of red. “I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back. You can pick something out.”
Once in the bathroom, Heath sank down onto the tiled floor, burying his head in his hands, silently berating himself and his impending hard-on.


A few weeks later, school started and in a quest to get his mind off of Tyler, he started asking out girls and fooling around with them rather then with Tyler.
It was almost Thanksgiving when Tyler’s parents died in a car accident coming home from a trip to the supermarket. They skidded on a patch of ice, rolled their car, and smacked dead-on into a large oak tree a few streets down from their house.
Miranda, Tyler’s sister, dropped him off at the Gibson’s, not knowing what else to do with him as she made other arrangements for the funeral of both their parents. Heath was in his bedroom reading a Sports Illustrated when Tyler let himself in.
“Hey,” He put the magazine down and straightened on the bed, “You okay?”
“Do I look okay?” Tyler sat on the edge of the bed, dropping his duffle bag onto the floor. Heath was quiet, and Tyler shrugged before continuing, “I’m fine. I guess I just don’t know what I’m supposed to feel, you know? Miranda is freaking out, everyone around us seems to be bawling their eyes out, and…I just feel sort of numb.” He turned to look at Heath. “I’m more concerned about what the hell is going to happen to me then anything else. My parents are dead, and I don’t expect Miranda to drop her life to take care of me until I’m 18, so…what’s going to happen to me?”
Heath shifted on the bed, wrapping his arms around Tyler’s waist, ignoring the turn in the pit of his stomach as he got close to his best friend, “I don’t know, Ty.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?” Heath rested his chin on Tyler’s shoulder, the closeness feeling natural, but also strange because it had been so long since he’d let himself get so physically close to Tyler.
“What if they put me in foster care or something?”
“That won’t happen, I wouldn’t let it.”
Tyler sighed, shaking his head, “I’m tired.”
“C’mon, we can go to sleep then, Heath moved again, pulling Tyler against his chest on the bed and wrapping a leg over Tyler’s knees.
“Heath, I can’t breath with your arm over my neck like that.”
“Sorry,” Heath shifted his arm down to Tyler’s waist. The two lay side-by-side together quietly for a few minutes before Tyler cleared his throat to speak again.
“Heath?”
“Yeah?”
“How do you think you know when you’re ready for sex?”
“Uh…I don’t know. Why do you ask?” Heath’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Because, I really feel like I’m ready. I don’t want to freak you out or anything,” He leaned up on an elbow, looking at him. “I want my first time to be with you, Heath.”
“You aren’t just saying that because of what’s happening, are you?”
“No.” Tyler shook his head, moving to press his lips to Heath’s, whispering softly into his ear. “I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now, how good it would feel to just…play with each other, jack off or maybe even try a blow job. I want to learn with you. I think I might love you. You’re like one of the most important people in my life.”
“And…you want to have sex…with me?”
“Not like anal sex or anything, just experimental stuff.”
“And you want to do this now?”
“Now…later…whatever.”
“Well, do you want to do me, or do you want me to do you?”
“I dunno, do you think you’re ready to get serviced?”
“Serviced? Where the hell did you hear that?”
“I read it on the internet.”
“I don’t know, Ty. This is pretty serious, right? Jerking off by ourselves is one thing, but doing it to each other or putting each other’s dick in our mouths. Can we do that?”
“I think we should try.”
“Well, you’re the one who wants to try it out, I’m willing to be your guinea pig.”
“If you don’t want to, or you want to think about it, that’s fine Heath. It isn’t like I’m going anywhere for awhile.” Tyler laid his head back down on Heath’s arm.
Heath swallowed, looking at him before brushing his fingers across his cheek and tilting his face to kiss him, their tongues pushing together and overfilling their mouths.
“Don’t kiss me to make me feel better, I feel like shit,” Tyler shook his head with a sigh.
“Well, when you’re ready…you can fuck me anytime.” Heath promised.
Tyler smiled, “Okay.” He snuggled down against Heath’s chest and closed his eyes.
A few hours later, he woke up to Heath’s fingers stroking his hair and the sound of flipping magazine pages. Heath looked down as Tyler stirred, “Hey Sleepy-head.”
“Hey. What time is it?”
“A little after ten. I didn’t want to wake you up, so you missed supper, but there’s a plate in the mic for you if you’re hungry.”
Tyler shook his head, “No, I’m good.”
Heath put his magazine down, watching him brush sleep from his eyes, “Well, my parents went to bed, so as long as we’re quiet we can do whatever. You want to watch a mo—” He was silenced by Tyler’s lips against his, his hands pushing him back against the headboard with surprising strength.
“You know what I want,” Tyler’s voice was breathy and he sucked softly on Heath’s bottom lip. He leaned back for a moment to watch Heath nod and move to unbutton his jeans. He paused before he started to push them past his hips.
“You aren’t going to laugh at me, are you?”
“Of course not, jeez. I’ve seen you naked before.”
“Yeah, but not with the intention of doing anything to me.”
“Would it make you feel better if I was naked too?” Tyler asked, edging off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. Heath was silent, mouth gapped as Tyler pushed his own jeans and underwear down around his ankles before stepping from them. “See? No big deal.”
Heath’s face turned pink, but he finally slid off the rest of his clothes, letting them join Tyler’s on the floor.
“Okay, lay down.” Tyler got on his knees at the foot of the bed, waiting for Heath to oblige him, “Loosen up, Heath. Cripes.” He pushed his friend’s knees apart, looking at the other boy’s equipment for a moment.
“Are you just going to look at it, or are you going to touch it?” Heath curled an arm behind his head.
“Yeah, I was just getting a good look. Outside of porn, I’ve never really looked at another dick besides my own.” Tyler slid his hands up Heath’s thighs, running the back of his nails over Heath’s scrotum before wrapping his finger’s around the base of his member. Heath’s eyes closed as Tyler began stroking him. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Tyler’s, tightening his grip.
“You’re already hard,” Tyler teased, brushing Heath’s hand away. “How am I supposed to perfect my skills as a gay guy if my guinea pig only lasts a few minutes at a time?”
“I can’t help it that you turn me on. I’ve been concealing a stiffy since you kissed me earlier.”
Tyler continued stroking him, pausing for a moment as Heath’s eyes closed and his throat emitted involuntary grunts.
“Do you come?”
“What?”
“Do you come? You know, ejaculate. Semen.”
“Oh, yeah, of course I do. Does it matter?”
“I was just checking,” Tyler continued stroking him. “What’s it like? Do you just kind of ooze it out, or does it shoot out in jets?”
“I don’t know, jets I guess.”
“Oh good,” Tyler nodded. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Fuck it, I’m about to go right now.” Heath groaned, his hand returning around Tyler’s again. He watched as Tyler put his mouth above the head of his penis as the first jet erupted, Tyler’s tongue emerging to catch it. Heath’s eyes widened as his best friend caught the subsequent white ropes in his mouth before leaning back, swirling it around in his mouth and brushing his thumb over the head of Heath’s appendage, licking away the last traces of come that had remained there from his own skin.
“You swallowed it?”
Tyler grinned, nodding, “Yeah. It’s good.”
“What’s it taste like?”
“Hmm…salty, I guess. You’ve never tasted your own come before?”
Heath shook his head, “No, not really. How come you didn’t use your mouth?”
“I was able to see your face better. You were really cute when you were watching me drink your come,” Tyler grinned again. “You want to try?”
“I dunno…I’m already getting hard again,” Heath brushed his hand over his truthfully hardening cock.
Tyler nodded, “I know something fun we can do then.”
“You do?” Heath asked.
“Sure,” Tyler nodded, moving to press his member against Heath’s, laying on top of him, pressing their bodies together tightly. He grunted, pulling one of Heath’s legs over his own before thrusting upwards. Heath gasped, his eyes closing for a moment.
“You like it?” Tyler asked, feeling precome trickling from his own member, lubing the two of them, along with Heath’s come.
“Heath nodded, his hands gripping Tyler’s hips, “Yeah…Fuck.”
Tyler smiled, thrusting harder and quicker until they were both panting and sweaty, their appendages covered in each other’s fluids.
“A few more times,” Heath requested as Tyler started to move away.
“We’re going to get chapped dicks,” Tyler teased, thrusting against him again anyway.
“It’s worth it,” Heath groaned, shuddering again, his breath ragged.
Tyler rolled away, brushing his hair away from his face, “Heath?”
“Yeah, Ty?”
“I’m really glad that my first time with another boy was wit you.”
“Me too.”


“If you could fuck anyone for the rest of your life, who would it be?” Tyler, Heath, and another friend by the name of Jordan, now seventeen, were just entering a high and scavenging the Norse kitchen for munchies.
“You, of course.” Heath pressed Tyler against the dishwasher, kissing him and letting his hands rove past the waistband of his best friend’s jeans, groping him.
“Aw, how sweet,” Tyler kissed him back and licked his lips before turning to Jordan. “What about you? Certainly not Melanie?”
“God no! Did I tell you that she wants to have a baby? We just started our senior year of high school and she wants to get married and have a kid –she’s fuckin’ nuts. I’m breaking up with her tomorrow.”
“That’s what you get for having one of those silly ‘relationships’,” Heath brought Tyler’s mouth back to his.
“You know, there is a word for guys like you.” Tyler raised an eyebrow.
“There are several and I’m proud to be each and every one of them,” Heath’s mouth was wet and still tasted of the marijuana they had shared.
“We need to stop getting high together,” Tyler teased. “It makes you horny.”
“That’s not the weed, that’s you.”
“You two are disgusting,” Jordan shook his head, putting the container of cottage cheese he had been eating back in the fridge. “I’m going home, see you later.” He pulled Tyler away from Heath long enough for a short kiss before laying on one Heath too. “Have a nice night, don’t wake up Miranda.”
“We haven’t yet,” Tyler pulled him back, kissing him deeper and licking his lips as he pulled away. “We’ll break you one of these days, Jordan. Maybe you’d like taking it up the ass. It’s surprisingly good.”
“Maybe some other night.”
Once Jordan had disappeared from the kitchen, Heath lifted Tyler easily onto the counter, “C’mon –whip it out.” He turned away to the refrigerator as Tyler started to undo his pants.
“You wanna do this in the kitchen? My room’s not a total mess, you know. There’s plenty of room for both of us on the bed.” Tyler raised a suggestive eyebrow.
“Naw, easier to clean up the mess I want to make in the kitchen then it would be in your room,” Heath grinned.
“What are you doing? –Oh no, you are not putting grape jelly on my dick. Do you know how hard that would be to get out of my pubes?”
“Don’t be disgusting,” Heath sighed. “I was moving it out of the way to get to the whipped cream.”
“Can or tub?”
“Which do you prefer?”
“Tub is quieter.”
“But the can is so much more fun…”
“You want to try something new?” Tyler pulled Heath back from him, the fridge door closing a moment later.
“New?”
“Yeah. Jimmy gave me a good deal on some new stuff.”
“What kind of new stuff? Did you get E again? That shit was sweet, but it’ll fuck you up if it’s not made right.”
“No, no…”
“Then what?”
“Coke.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“And you wanna snort it?”
“Gross, no!” Tyler shook his head. “We can try it, but that’s weird. I figured we could lick it off each other,” He demonstrated by licking a line up Heath’s neck.
“I dunno Ty, you seem pretty bent on finding harder stuff lately. Pretty soon you’re going to kill us.”
“We’ll just try a taste,” Tyler coaxed, running his hand through Heath’s hair. “Just enough to get a buzz.”
“Don’t be a dick,” Heath shook his head, pressing his mouth to Tyler’s, letting his tongue do the reprimanding for him.
“So, you’ll try it with me?”
“Yeah, I’ll try it with you. If I’m gonna die with someone, it might as well be you.”
“I’m glad you see it my way then. Let’s go to my room.” Tyler jumped down from the counter, his fingers tightening around Heath’s wrist as he pulled him from the kitchen, tip-toeing quietly down the hallway to his bedroom, closing the door behind the to two of them before he pushed Heath onto the bed. “Wait there,” He moved to his dresser, reaching to the back of his top drawer to remove the plastic baggie filled with the white powder. He tucked it into his back pocket, continuing to grope around under his clothes until he found what he was looking for.
“Condoms? Are those necessary? You been sleeping around on me?” Heath asked, twisting to pull open the bedside drawer to remove the first bottle of lube he found.
“Hmm, not that one,” Tyler shook his head, slapping Heath’s hands away from the drawer.
“What’s the difference?” Heath asked, watching amused as Tyler just pulled out the drawer and dumped it on the bed.
“Because I use certain lubes for certain things,” Tyler shrugged. “You wanted to use KY, which I typically use for masturbation. I like using Wet or Astroglide for sex.”
“And what about these other little bottles?” Heath raised an eyebrow, picking up one of the small trial-sized bottles between his thumb and index finger.
“It’s flavored for blow-jobs. We’ve used them before, you probably just didn’t notice.” Tyler set the bottle he had been looking for on the corner of the night-stand, and swiped the rest of the bottles back into the drawer before pushing it back into place on the night stand.
“And why do you have this collection?” Heath raised an eyebrow, moving to lean against the headboard of the bed.
“I like to have options,” Tyler pulled his shirt over his head before straddling Heath’s hips between his knees. “Don’t you?” His fingers went under Heath’s shirt and he pressed their mouths together, his tongue probing past Heath’s lips. When he leaned back, reaching into his back pocket for the packet of cocaine, “You want to try it first?”
“Sure,” Heath nodded, taking the packet from him and unsealing it. “Err, how should I do this?”
“Here,” Tyler took Heath’s hand, sucking on his pinky for a second before releasing him again. “Put it on your finger.”
“Okay…and then what?”
“I think you’re supposed to run it across your gums and teeth,” Tyler took the packet from him, repeating what he had done to Heath for himself before dipping his finger in the powder, licking it off, “But I don’t think it makes a difference.”
Heath nodded, sucking on his pinky, “Hmm…I thought it would taste…chalky or something, but it doesn’t.”
“I can’t believe we’ve never done cocaine before,” Tyler took another taste before sealing the bag again and tucking it into his back pocket again. “It wasn’t that expensive.”
“How much you pay for it?” Heath asked, shifting down the headboard into the pillows, his hands tucking into Tyler’s pockets.
“Ten bucks,” Tyler kissed his neck, “Jimmy told me it was cut with sugar, which is probably why it tasted sweet.”
“Hmm…it’s interesting,” Heath pulled his hand around to the front of Tyler’s jeans, reaching into his front pocket, “You didn’t tell me what the condoms were for. Something you need to tell me?”
“No, I haven’t fucked up,” Tyler laughed. “I just like the way they feel once in awhile. They make me feel safer, I guess.”
“You’re with me,” Heath argued.
“Exactly,” Tyler scoffed.
“Hey, you don’t want to have sex with me, that’s fine.” Heath grabbed him around the waist, flipping him over onto his back and rolling on top of him. “I’ve got plenty of other people I can call up for a night of fucking around.”
“It’s not a big deal, Heath. It was just an idea.” Heath couldn’t see Tyler’s color rising as he looked away, slipping his hands to undo Heath’s jeans. “Get these jeans off.”
Heath was quiet, pulling his shirt over his head, sighing softly as Tyler’s hands slipped into his jeans and Tyler used his free hand to pull his ear down to his mouth.
“Do you want to be Top? Will that make you feel better?”
“I thought we’d already established that that was the way it was going to be,” Heath raised an eyebrow, his fingers tracing down Tyler’s chest, feeling out the crevices in his muscles before he started to push away the denim still encasing him. “Now shut up and let me do my thing, okay?”
Tyler nodded, folding an arm behind his head and pressing his lips together as Heath’s mouth made a journey down his body, stopping just before he would have put his mouth around Tyler’s member, his breath warm against his stomach as he paused for a moment.
“What’s the matter?” Tyler asked.
“Nothing,” Heath shook his head. “The drugs are kicking in,” He smiled softly, pushing his jeans off the rest of the way before tossing the last of their clothes from the bed and picking up the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Tyler flinched slightly at the cold fluid as it landed on his member and Heath quieted him again, pressing their mouths together, working the lube into his partner’s skin. Tyler’s moan came out as more of a squeak past both of their lips.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Tyler turned his head away as Heath’s hand’s moved from his appendage and back between his own legs, probing his anus with his slick fingers.
“Letting you fuck me,” Heath replied breathily, pushing Tyler to fit into him.
“You look so sexy,” Tyler’s fingers traced Heath’s tightly closed mouth as he sat up, pulling a leg over Heath’s and pushing deeper inside of him. Heath didn’t reply, moaning softly against Tyler’s lips as he kissed him, rocking up-and-down on his member. Tyler’s faint pleas of satisfaction where like music to Heath’s ears, driving him to fulfill his best friend’s desires, abusing himself willingly for that last choked up pant, and a low groan of orgasm, his prize for a job well done.
“Fuck,” Tyler moaned as his now soft cock slipped from inside of Heath, come still trickling a path down it, and out of Heath’s rectum.
“You liked it?” Heath was suddenly the self-conscious thirteen year old that he had had sex with that first time.
“Perfect,” Tyler assured him, his eyes closing softly, a hand pressing against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing back down to normal. “But now we have to take care of you yet,” He pulled Heath’s lips to his. “How do you want me?”
“I don’t need you to do anything but lay there and look pretty,” Heath shook his head, his hand traveling to his member, stroking himself. It wasn’t long before he was emitting his own cry of satisfaction, proof of which was splattering across Tyler’s chest.
“What a waste,” Tyler’s voice seemed to be filled with pity.
‘What are you talking about? It’s not going to waste,” Heath rolled his eyes, continuing to stroke himself soft before he leaned down, lapping his tongue up Tyler’s chest. “Clean up is half of the fun, silly.”

The next morning, Heath sounded annoyed as he pulled his clothes back on almost immediately after having woken up.
“What’s the matter?” Tyler stretched and yawned before tunneling out from under the covers. “You sound all huffy.”
‘We slept together again last night, didn’t we? And we did cocaine! Fuck, what the hell were we thinking, Ty? Weed once in awhile is one thing, but when we start getting our hands on harder stuff? Christ.”
“Didn’t you like it?”
“For once I want to remember the whole night before, Tyler. Not just bits and pieces clouded from drugged out illusions.”
“So you’re mad because we did a tiny amount of coke, not because we fucked?”
“I’m used to that, Tyler. You’re a bad influence on me. We have like eight months of school left before we can get out of this hell-hole little town. Stop trying to kill the both of us.”
“I’m sorry…I guess, I wasn’t thinking.” Tyler blushed red.
“Obviously not,” Heath sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling on his socks and sneakers. “Why do you want to do it with me anyway? I’m fat, I sleep with girls, and I’m not even that good at it.”
“First of all, you are not fat, so just shut up. Secondly, I don’t care who else you sleep with, and I’ve always thought you were fabulous in bed.”
“What do you know? I’m the only one you’ve got balls for and we’ve been screwing since we were thirteen.”
“Exactly. I love you.”
“Don’t say that,” Heath shook his head. “You love me as your best friend, Tyler. Stop trying to push me into one of your gay-romantic fantasies. Find a goddamn boyfriend and stop fucking with me.”
“Heath…I thought you liked it. I thought…I know you aren’t gay Heath, but you still like guys. You like me.”
“I do, Tyler. I love fucking around with you, but we’ve got to face it. I can’t be your boyfriend.”
“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. We can screw around together at parties and on weekends, but I don’t want you to be my boyfriend.”
“I gotta go,” Heath shook his head. “I’ll call you later. I’m sorry.” He pressed a short kiss to Tyler’s forehead. “Go back to sleep…and don’t be mad at me.” Tyler was silent, watching Heath stride from his bedroom.

Just a Note.

Just a note, nothing really to say except this, and then I am going to say no more.

If you don't like what I write, keep it to yourself. You're entitled to your opinion, and that's fine with me. There are plenty of other people who like, and enjoy what I write --which is what this is targeted to. Girls and women between 15-25ish who like to read (or even write) with a similar interest as I do. My ideas, and the way that I write are based off of what I read, rarely from what I see.

I know a plea to just leave me alone, and not haze or harass me about this will just be laughed at and probably just encourage it more so, so let me just remind you: There is an actual human being behind all of this stuff with just as many thoughts and feelings as you, and all she wants is some respect, and to be able to go on in peace. I have enough shit going on in my life between my family problems, work, and a nonsexistant personal life that I don't need to be depressed an annoyed by shit going on on the fucking internet, okay? If I wanted that, I would have stayed in high school.

Thanks.
Samma
(ThePQ4)

Hades and his Lover (Part Six)

Hades and his Lover
Part Six


I wasn’t quite sure what was happening after I married Persephone. The night before, when I had told him about her, he distanced himself. At first I thought it would just be a few days apart, some time to adapt, but after a month, he didn’t return to my bed, and a month became six months then a year, and then nearly two years, and I was frustrated. I didn’t want to force him, but I missed our time together. Persephone had been part of a deal forged between Zeus and myself. I didn’t really want her –yes, she was beautiful and fair and I could see myself loving her if she would have given me half of a chance, but she was already so set against me that Marius was to be my only release, and he too seemed to want nothing to do with me.
It was a few evenings after Persephone had left for the summer, I was still awake in my study. I had sent Marius to bed a few hours before, and now I was feeling lonely –among other things. Now, had it been two years previously, I probably would have gone to his room, pulled him out of bed, and pushed him back into my silken sheets against his half-hearted protests, but I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t want to force him, I wanted him to be with me because he wanted it as badly as I did. So, I did the first thing I could think of.
“Hades, brother…a visit from you at this hour of the day is unprecedented. What ever is the matter?” Zeus, who it struck me looked a lot like Marius the exception of his flatter nose and more rippled muscles, stood up from his seat where he had been wooing one of the cupbearers.
I shrugged, “I just wanted to talk, perhaps we could go somewhere private?”
Zeus looked apprehensive for a moment before nodding, “Of course, we can go to my chambers.” He turned to one of the servants, “Bring us some food and wine, it doesn’t really matter what.” He waved them away before taking my arm. “I’m glad you’ve come to visit –does this mean you aren’t angry about the lottery business anymore?”
“I’m perfectly happy with the Underworld, Zeus. That’s not my problem.”
“What’s the matter then?” Zeus ushered me into the antechamber of his room, taking a seat near the flickering fireplace. “How are things working out with Persephone?”
“Things with are fine, but my little conquest is giving me a problem.” Hades took a seat across from him. “It’s been far to long since we’ve been together and I’m growing impatient.”
Zeus raised an eyebrow, “And so you come to me?”
“At this point, anyone would be adequate.”
Zeus smiled and gave a light laugh, “Oh, I’m simply adequate?” He looked amused, almost as though he knew what it was that I had come here to plead for. Well, maybe not ‘plead’. Zeus was a more then willing partner to anyone who wished his company, and while Marius was seemingly abandoning me, I needed company. Company that neither my wife, nor any of my other servants could dream to fill. If I couldn’t have Marius, then I wanted the next best thing –one that looked like Marius.
Nearly two millennia later, Zeus would accuse Marius of looking like him, but from my point of view, which they should have been looking from, it was the other way around. Zeus may have been older, but it was not his golden curls and blue eyes that I had fallen in love with it, but at that particular moment in time, it didn’t matter. I could ignore the short length of his hair, the flatness of the bridge of his nose, and the feel of his muscles.
“You haven’t voiced the reason you’ve come here, Hades, but I can see it. Are you sure that it is what you want?”
“I don’t want to be another of your little conquests, Zeus. However, if you’re asking if I’ve deeply considered the consequences of sleeping with you, yes, I have and I’m obviously not bothered to much, or else I wouldn’t be here. I guess this whole visit comes down to you, Little Brother. Do you want to make this trip worth my while or have I just wasted my time?” I leaned back in my chair, attempting to appear nonchalant but probably failing spectacularly at it.
Zeus considered for a minute before he replied, “Okay, I’ll make this trip worth your while.” He stood up, crossing the short space between the two of us and leaning over to press his lips to mine.
From the antechamber, we stumbled into his bedroom. I took a minute just to look around, awing at its contrast from my own chambers in the underworld. It occurred to me that the numerous times I’d been to Olympus and the number of years of our existence, I had never been in Zeus’s rooms. The paint and décor matched him perfectly in burnt orange and brown hues, giving it a bright and warm feel. His bed was nearly twice the size of mine, but not quite, and was covered in silk and lace coverings, all of which were thin due to the pleasing warmth that always seemed to enwrap the castle situated on Mount Olympus. The only thing that didn’t seem to fit with the decoration the room was the large wood-and-leather chest at the foot of the bed.
“What’s that for?” I asked, tapping the chest with my foot.
Zeus grinned, his breath warm against my neck as he bit softly at my earlobe, “Those are just my toys. Maybe we’ll open it up later, hm? I think I may have a few things in there you might like.” His hand was at the back of my neck, brushing my hair upwards before pressing his lips against my skin again.
“I think a lot of people would find it morbidly ironic that you’re the sadist in the family.” I turned around in his arms and kissed him, my eyes closing involuntarily. It didn’t occur to me until later that my eyes closed so that I wouldn’t have to look at him.
His mouth tasted different from any of the others I had kissed –and granted there were only two. Marius’s mouth was sweet, only made sweeter by the wine I sometimes forced him to drink under protest, just for the opportunity to taste it from his skin. Persephone’s mouth was dry and occasionally tasted of Pomegranates. Zeus’s mouth however tasted greatly of white wine and ambrosia, two things I had never really cared for.
He laughed softly after our kiss was broken and pulled me over to the bed. It wasn’t until I was actually on my back, drowning into one of the glossy pillows and Zeus’s mouth was at my throat while his hands began to unbutton my shirt that I really realized what would happen.
As his hands slid up my now bare stomach and chest, I thought to myself –had I come here to be or to do the sodomizing?
Zeus seemed to feel my hesitation as he looked up, his tongue still pressed to my bare skin like a dog who had been interrupted while drinking. “Is something wrong?”
I thought over that simple little question for a moment before shrugging, “No, no…I guess not. I just wasn’t expecting to be your bitch, I guess.”
“It’s your first time, isn’t it? Of course you should be the bitch.” Zeus laughed softly again into my ear and I resisted the urge to cringe. I could correct him and tell him about Marius…I suppose he didn’t realize that I wasn’t talking about Persephone, and it wasn’t like he knew about the Shades and the spells on the castle. I wasn’t about to correct him either. Let him think that this was all because of a fickle woman. He didn’t need to know about Marius. No one needed to know about Marius. No one.
“You’re not a very attentive lover, Hades.” Zeus chided, slipping his shirt over his head. Them I noticed that some time had passed and we were both now ude, though I had no recollection as to how it had occurred.
“My apologizes. My mind still likes on…”
“Someone else?” He filled in, his thigh brushing my member as his own shaft pushed into my hips as he slid over to lay beside me. “Forget about them. If they loved you, you wouldn’t be here right now, begging for this favor.” His mouth pressed a kiss to my cool shoulder and he moaned. “Hmm, you need light, Brother. Your skin is as cold as ice. Let me warm you up.” His lips then made a trail down my shoulder, across my chest and down my stomach.
“Your lips do little for me,” I admitted. “That isn’t what I came here for.”
He nodded, “Okay fine then. You’re not the type of foreplay, I take it.”
“Oh, I am, just not your brand of it.” I lifted his face back to mine, tugging his hips back over mine, our bodies pressed together. “Please, just give me what I came here for?”
He almost looked as though he might refuse before he nodded, leaning back, “Alright, how do you want it then?”
I worded as nicely as I could that I didn’t want to look him in the face while he pounded into me and soon found myself on my hands and knees, a ways away from the bed where it was “more stable”. A silk sheet was the only thing between the stone floor and us. My fingers gripped the blood red fabric as Zeus’s hands clenched around my shoulders. I was sure if I was overly fond of the sensation of his appendage inside of me. He was large, and rough, and it was pretty clear that he wasn’t really thinking of me and my needs any more. It wasn’t until he was nearing the end that his hands slipped from my shoulders and around my member.
After we had both been spent, Zeus emptying himself into my backside, and me splattering my own come against the red silk sheet, we rolled away from each other, Zeus breathing heavily. I lay on my stomach, looking at him for a moment before giving a slight sigh and shaking my head, picking myself up from the floor.
“Where are you going?” He asked, leaning up on his elbows, watching me to dressed again but not making any other move to try and stop me. He looked confused, and after I had refastened my trousers, and pulled my shirt back over my shoulders, I knelt over him, holding his face in my hands, looking into his deep pool-like eyes before shaking my head, pressing a last kiss to his lips.
“I’m sorry, I guess this isn’t what I wanted after all. I’ll just see myself out.” I stood up, shoving my feet back into my boots and buttoning my shirt as I moved towards the door.
“Wait,” He sat up, getting onto his knees. “You’re just…you’re just going to leave? Did…did you not enjoy yourself?”
I turned back to him, shrugging, “It was fine, just…not what I wanted, I guess.”
Zeus sat back, pulling the sheet over himself, “I can’t fix whatever I did wrong, Hades, unless you tell me what it was that I did or didn’t do.”
“You had a good time,” I stepped back towards him, touching a hand to the top of his head, “That’s all that matters. Goodbye Little Brother, I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.”
After I left Olympus, I returned to my study in the castle. I guess I had thought that by sleeping with someone else, that maybe I wouldn’t miss Marius as much, but in fact, I missed him more. I knew that it had only been two years since I had last had his company, and in the scheme of things it wasn’t that large of an amount of time, but…it had been equally as long since I had felt loved. In bed, Persephone was stoic, and Zeus had only cared about himself. I wanted Marius’s warm breath against my skin, his soft voice at my ear…I just wanted to hear the word “Master” past his parted lips.
The morning after my tryst with Zeus and my make-up with Marius, which I won’t relay again because it is a part of the story you’ve already heard recounted by both of us, I woke up to Marius pressed to my chest. Our arms and legs were entwined and my chin resting on the top of his head and the pale faux-sun cast a dim glow across the room through the gauzy curtains.
Marius stirred as I shifted to pull my fingers through his hair, curling one of the loose locks around my finger.
“How late is it?” He yawned, straightening on the bed.
“It doesn’t matter. You can stay right where you are for as long as you like.”
“No, I can not,” he sighed. “I wish I could, but I really can not.”
“Can’t or shouldn’t?” I asked, lifting his face to mine, brushing more of his curly locks out of his face.
“A little of both,” he admitted, pulling my hands away from his face and into our laps. “I’ll go get dressed and bring you your breakfast.” He started to move away, but I pulled him back.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got everything I could ever want right here.”
“Your words are sweet Master, but I sometimes have a hard time believing them.” He looked up at me, one foot touching the floor, the sheet pulling away from both of us, still tangled on the bed.
“What are you talking about, Marius? I mean everything I say to you. Do you really doubt me? I find that sad and disheartening, Marius.” I shook my head.
“You were with another man before you came to me last night, Master. Who was it? Or do I not wish to know? You can tell me I do not and I will not speak of this again, but if you truly care for me then you will tell me.” He turned away from me as though he couldn’t bare to look at me while I admitted who I was I had done while we were apart.
“Marius, you need to understand –I was frustrated. I needed someone, anyone.”
“You could have come to me first, Master!” He leaned forward, his elbows touching his knees and his hands covering his mouth. The both of us were quiet, only the soft sounds of the castle and the kingdom around us, muted by the stone walls to remind us that time still passed. Marius had never spoken out to me before. He was timid and shy and really quite the follower. I wasn’t sure if I liked it when he spoke out, the tone in his voice was unintentionally reprimanding and though I still felt that it wasn’t really the fault of either of us that I had sought Zeus’s company, I felt as though I was being blamed, and I was more then open to taking that blame.
“I’m sorry,” and even though the words passed my lips and I meant them, I could sense that Marius would find them to be empty.
He shook his head, “I know but you have nothing to be sorry for. You took a wife, and I thought the wrong thing; you got tired of waiting for me and so you went looking for someone else. I have no reason to be angry with you.”
“Of course you do,” I moved to wrap my arms around his waist. “You have every reason in the world to be angry with me and…I don’t know how to make you see that just because all of this has happened, I still have you. I just want things to go back to the way that they were.”
“Master, I am not entirely sure that it is possible. You have a wife, I have more duties to perform because of her, I have more responsibility then when it was just the two of us.”
“Forget about her, Acacia can take care of the Queen,” I scolded, shaking my head and pressing my lips to his shoulder. “You want me to get rid of her? I will –just say the word and Marius and I will banish her to the River Styx.”
“You cannot do that and you know it,” Marius sighed, reaching up to touch my hands. “We…we will just have to be content to be together in the months she is gone.”
“Nonsense. She rarely shares a bed with me and even when she does, she never stays long after we’ve finished. You can be with me every night for the rest of eternity if that is what you want… Is that what you want, Marius?”
He shook his head, “I do not need that, Master. I just need to know that you still love me.”
“Marius, you are the only person I’ve ever loved,” I turned his head to kiss his lips. “Don’t you get it? Persephone means nothing, Marius. She was part of a deal with Zeus, and a way to get my siblings off my back about getting married and instilling a Queen to the Underworld. I don’t and I have never wanted her here.”
“Please, do not play me for being stupid, Master. I have seen the way you look at her, watching her move. You used to look at me that way, but…now I hardly ever feel your eyes on me.”
“Just because you don’t feel me looking at you, Marius, doesn’t mean that I don’t. I watch you every day, memorizing the way that you move,” My hand slid up his wrists, across his stomach and chest.
Marius groaned, leaning back against me, shaking his head, “Master, we can not…I have things to do today, as do you. Others are probably already wondering where we are.”
“To hell with everyone else,” I rolled my eyes at the euphemism that had just come out of my mouth, “We’ll stay hold in here with important business –all day if we must.”
“Important business?”
“Hmm,” I agreed, kissing the back of his neck. “I want to hear a few choice moans and possibly a few contractions pass your lips. That’s very important business, or I think it is anyway.”
“Ah, and what do we tell everyone when they ask why we spent the day together in your bed chambers? I doubt that would be a satisfactory excuse, Master.”
“Tell them it’s none of their business –it isn’t after all. I’m the God around here, I decide what is and isn’t to be done around here.”
“No, I am sorry, I cannot. How ever, I’ll come to you tonight after the castle is asleep… Would that make you happy?”
“Not as happy as I’d be if you’d just stop thinking about work for a few minutes and take the time to kiss me.” I tempted him, and was then rewarded with a rather unchaste kiss from Marius.
As he stood up from the bed, pulling on his clothes again, stepping lightly as he felt my eyes against his bare back. Then he moved to the clothes cupboard, pulling open the doors to remove fresh clothes for me from inside.
“You never answered me Master.” He placed the clothes at the foot of the bed, leaning against the short port. “Who…who were you with?”
I sighed, standing up and stretching my arms behind my back, “Do you truly wish to know, Marius? I can tell you, and I give you great assurance that it isn’t likely to happen between the two of us again. I thought I would get fulfillment out of it, but I didn’t. It just made me miss you even more and forced me to seek your company.”
“Well, now I just harbor a morbid curiosity.” He approached me, his hands touching my bare hips lightly, the fabric of his trousers the only thing between our members. “You are telling me you didn’t enjoy it, or at least not enough. Who do I better in the ways of your sexual exploits?”
“You talk s though I’ve had sexual exploits, my silly little boy,” I kissed his forehead. “And if you must know, I went to Zeus. He was no help and a very selfish lover. I hope the females of his trysts get more satisfaction from him.”
“Hmm,” Marius nodded. “I hope then that you can just be happy with me from now on? –Master, really. Even if I had told you no and protested, you still could have taken me many times in the last two years. All you had to do was ask.”
“I was afraid,” I admitted.
“Afraid? Master, that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. What do you have to be afraid of?”
“Your rejection, Marius. It would kill me.”
“Again, ridiculous. You’re a God. It would not kill you.”
“Well then, the rest of my existence would be very sullen and cursed.” I sighed, “Stop reading into everything I say, most of what I speak is metaphoric.”
“I have noticed that,” Marius nodded, pulling out of my arms again and turning to walk towards the water basin to pick it up after a bit of effort.
“Let me do that,” I chided, crossing the room after him, placing my hands on top of his around the edges of the bowl.
“Master, you need to get dressed. I don’t think it would be wise to walk down the hall in nothing, with just the basin to cover yourself. Besides, that isn’t what I’m doing and you should know my routine by now. Shame on you.” He balanced the basin against his hip and placed the matching pitcher on the floor in front of him, water splashing his shirt from the porcelain tub. I moved back towards the bed to dress while he poured the water from the basin back into the pitcher before placing the tub loudly back onto the stand.
“I will go fetch you fresh water Master, and call for your breakfast. Is there anything in particular you would care for?”
“No, just you,” I teased, sitting back down on the bed, my shirt still unbuttoned as Marius bit his lip considering for a moment before turning towards the door to flip the lock back over and exit quietly with the sloshing decanter.
I waited on the edge of the bed and thought about the last half hour or so that had passed. How quickly our moods had changed –Marius’s usually dormant temperament had rose but quickly descended, almost instantly. Only Marius had the ability to make me feel as though I wanted to die with a few simple words and a soft apology. He couldn’t possibly realize just how much power he actually held over me. Maybe it was better that he didn’t –not that he would be the kind of person to take advantage of that, but I didn’t want him to treat me differently. Maybe I was stereotyping him. Was Marius the kind of person who would change just because they realized that they actually held all of the power in a relationship?
I had never intentionally tried to make Marius feel as though he was just my servant. I called him my slave more as a term of endearment then as an actual title. Certaintly, I tended to take the more dominate role in bed, it wasn’t as though I would have had a problem trying something new if he wanted, and last night had been a testament to that. Doing it in that position had been awkward when tried with my brother, but with Marius there, it had felt right. Like he belonged there.
Marius broke my concentration when he pushed the door open with his hip, “Master, your water. Madus is bringing up your breakfast. It should be here in a few minutes.” He placed the pitcher down with a thunk sound.
“Is it warm?” I asked, crossing the room to wrap my arms around his waist again.
“Hmm, it is not cold, but it’s as warm as I could get it. The fires must be going down. I will have one of the others go check on it.” He turned, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. “I have chores to do. I’ll come and bring your lunch this afternoon.”
“Wait—” I pulled him by the wrist. “Why don’t you just ignore your other duties? Stay here with me?”
“If I do that, you will not have clean clothes or bedding and nothing will get cooked and everything will develop a fine layer of dust.”
“Great, I love dust.”
“Don’t be silly. I’ll see you later,” He patted my hand before continuing towards the door. “Don’t forget that Madus is bringing your tray.”
“Of course, Marius.”

And now, Marius had been kidnapped twice –once by Persephone and reincarnated, and most recently by Zeus. It had been a long time since either of these kidnappings had occurred and since then, Marius had been forced into Godliness and traveled yearly between the castle on Mount Olympus and my brother Zeus, and me and our Underworld kingdom.
Now, I stood in Zeus’s private audience room, devising a plan to get Zeus to leave Marius alone.
“I’m not sure why you’re here, Hades.” Zeus admitted, “Besides to chide me for roughing up your pet. I’m not as hard on him as you think, Brother.”
“That’s not why I’m here, I’m here to deal with you.” I hooked my thumbs over the pockets of my trousers, rocking back on my heels.
“A deal to get me to stop sleeping with Marius –am I right?”
“In a way; I have a better offer for you.” I shrugged.
“Oh? Well then, maybe you should have a seat.” Zeus motioned me into a chair across from him and I sat softly on the end of it. “So, please; go on and tell me about this deal you wish to make.”
“I think you took a little more away from that one time we were together then I did. I’m not sure why, but I guess…it meant more to you.”
“Bullshit, it was just sex. That was fine with me.” Zeus scoffed.
“Then why are you punishing me for not caring about you?” I asked, “If it was just sex for you Zeus, why take Marius from me for your own sick pleasure?”
“I happen to like Marius. He’s very pretty and he has a lovely moan and begging voice.” Zeus sipped from the goblet of wine from the tray next to him. “Oh, I’m sorry, how rude of me. Would you care for a drink, Brother?”
“No thank you, and don’t ignore me, Zeus. If you want me, you have to tell me, not use Marius to play a game with my head.” I sighed, “So what is it? Do you want me and to leave Marius out of this, or do you really, truly, most undoubtedly want Marius?”
Zeus considered for a few minutes, continuing to sip his wine, before he shook his head, “Do you really understand what you’re offering? Why should I give up ninety nights with Marius for one night with you? Hell, Hades, would it even be for a whole night or would you just let me fuck you and call it that before making your way back out? Marius does a lot more for me then that.” He smiled softly at me over the edge of his goblet, his eyes bright and playful. “You might even say we’re becoming friends –not quite as close as he and Hestia but still…he’s not fucking her, is he? That would probably turn the world on it’s axis and send us into oblivion if that girl ever got any.”
“You shouldn’t talk about your sister that way,” Hades chastised.
“I’m not being rude, I’m telling the truth. It really would through the world in mortal chaos. Why do you think she’s remained a virgin this long? Everyone here knows better then to touch her. Poor Hestia.”
“You’ve always been so melodramatic, Zeus. No one on Earth even cares about us anymore.”
“So all the more reason to destroy it?” He mused with another soft smile, “Maybe Marius should fuck with her then –she’s in love with him, you know. Surely you could see it when she visited during the winter?”
“She loves him as family, nothing more,” I denied the obvious. Of course, I had seen the way the two were with each other, but that didn’t mean I wanted to admit it to Zeus.
“You know,” He ignored my reply, “I’m surprised nothing cosmic happened when you banished Persephone or when you admitted your tryst with Marius…perhaps you just aren’t important enough?”
“Not that is bullshit and you know it,” I scoffed. “Hardly anyone even knows who Hestia is –you know, this has nothing to do with what I came here for.”
“Oh, did we get off track? Allow me to just end the previous conversation then: no. I won’t give up the summers with Marius for one escapade a year with you. You must be completely senile to even ask me such a thing.”
“Zeus, what will it take then?”
“Honestly? I don’t know if there is anything you can do.”
“If you won’t make a deal, perhaps I’ll just have to threaten you?” I asked, “Maybe if I took the time to peel off your skin, or castrate you, or perhaps if I just tied you off of a boat in one of my rivers and let the sinner-souls there eat you from the inside out?”
“Hmm…do you think if we try that castration thing that I’d get another kid out of it –like what happened with Poseidon?”
I was quiet for a moment, actually mulling over the possibility before I shook my head, “This is all a game to you, isn’t it? What do you think driving me mad with accomplish, Brother?”
“Well, it is highly amusing for me…besides that, I have no ulterior motives, Hades. You have my sinceriest apologies if you think that I derive some kind of sick pleasure out of seeing you so desperate and Marius so angry and forlorn for you? It’s not true. Maybe at first, but a long time has passed and this isn’t a game anymore.”
“Please Zeus. What can I do?” I asked. I’m sure that my face clearly showed him that Marius was my only weakness. I wasn’t just asking and bartering anymore, I was begging. Zeus held all of the power now and hew knew it. I didn’t like feeling weaker then. It was part of the reason I rarely visited Olympus –the other gods and goddesses had a knack for making me feel inadequate, whether they meant to or not. They had marriages, children, interesting stories that were still studied by the human populace on earth… But no, not me. Forget about Hades. Aside from kidnapping Persephone, I have never done anything worth remembering.
Zeus watched me with an intrigued face, “Honestly Hades…what can you do for me? If I do agree to never touch your beloved Marius’s head ever again I’d say that would leave quite a lot to be repaid.”
“Anything you ask, it is yours.”
“That’s a big promise. You have no idea what I will ask for.”
“I’m sure that it will be something worth Marius’s freedom.”
“Hmm, all right then.” He stood up, shaking my head to seal our deal. “I’ll let you know when I decided what I want from you.”
I’m not sure what I was most afraid of –that I had just made a pact with my sadist of a younger brother, or that I didn’t know what it was he wanted in return for leaving Marius alone.
“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon,” Zeus smiled, sitting back down as I stood to leave, “Do you need help finding your way out?”
“No, I’m fine thanks. I’m going to say goodbye to Marius –if that’s alright.” I couldn’t believe I was actually asking for permission to bid my lover farewell, as though he owned us…and I suppose in a way he did. Or at least, he did until I repaid him. All I could do now was wait until he decided what it was I could do to repay him and I knew it wouldn’t be a very pretty price to pay. However, the reassurance that I was Marius’s only lover again and that he was being treated as he should be, would be worth it.