Gratitude
by Kayla
Disclaimer: All right, all right, I admit it. They're not really mine. None of them. ::Sniff:: Just wreck a girl's dreams, why don't you? ::broken sobs ensue::
Notes: See, this is what happens when I get bored. Aren't you just soooo disappointed? ::snort:: I have no idea where this came from. And as you may notice, this isn't exactly my usual style, either. Deal. ::eg::
At the flash of light, Strife looked up from his reading. His eyes grew wide, and he sat up quickly, scattering the pile of scrolls beside him. He scrambled off the bed, eyes darting nervously around the room.
"Don't bother, I'll just come after you. I'd rather not have to go to the trouble, thanks anyway."
"Yeah, well, 'scuse me fer bein' a little, ya know, anxious 'bout seein' ya. Our last little get togethah wasn't 'xactly the highlight of my, um, life." Strife stood warily, running his fingers through his spiky hair.
"Aw, now, you only think that because you were dead at the time. Things change. You're alive again. I was hoping for a little bit more...gratitude." Hades quirked an eyebrow, rubbing a finger suggestively down the front of his pants.
Strife grinned, mood lightening instantly. "Hey, I can do gratitude. I'm good at gratitude. An' thanks, too. You want me to thank you? Orally?" He tilted his head, licking his lips as he started at the other god's bulging crotch.
"That'll do fine...for now." Hades strode toward the younger god, latching a hand onto the back of his neck and pulling him close, capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss. Biting down none too gently on the pliant lips, he sucked at them fiercely for a minute, then thrust his tongue into Strife's mouth.
Strife moaned as that tongue licked inside him, knees weakening. He clutched at Hades for support, running his hands over sleek muscles. A strong arm encircled his waist, pulling him close. The hardness grinding against his stomach made his breath shorten in anticipation. He suckled the tongue in his mouth, scraping it lightly with his teeth. The hand on his neck tightened, wrenching him away. Whimpering at the loss, he opened his eyes to protest.
Hades eyed the flushed and trembling god, considering. Then, smirking, he whispered in a husky voice, "Why don't you show me what else that mouth of yours can do?" He pushed Strife's head down, and the other god eagerly dropped to his knees.
Strife quickly unlaced the front of Hades' pants, pulling the edges apart to release the straining organ. His eyes widened, and he grinned. That was going to give him one Tartarus of a ride! He stroked it lightly with his hands, which were quickly seized and held in a tight grip. He looked up.
"Did I say anything about hands? I want to see what your mouth can do." In seconds, Strife's hands were bound behind his back. Hades bent down and added in an amused tone, "And just to make sure you stay that way..." He held out his hand, where a collar made of Hephaestus metal appeared. He chuckled at the look on Strife's face, but when he received no protest, he fastened the collar around the god's slim neck, then straightened, waiting.
Strife took a moment to ponder the mechanics of trying to take in something that size without being able to use his hands for balance. Oh, well, he was always one for a challenge! He leaned forward, inhaling the musky scent of the other god's arousal. He nuzzled his balls, licking over them a few times before sucking one into his mouth. He scraped his teeth gently over the sensitive skin, lapping at the flesh filling his mouth. Releasing it, he treated its twin to the same.
He moved lower, nudging against the patch of bare skin. He paused as Hades shifted, lifting a foot to rest it on the bed, thus giving him easier access. Strife licked a damp path downward, flicking his tongue lightly across the puckered muscle before moving back up. He suckled at the base of Hades' erection, then gently nibbled his way up to the head. He lapped across it, clearing off every trace of the fluid leaking from it.
Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth wide and lowered it over the tip of Hades' cock. He sucked at it hard, once, before slowly taking in a few more inches. He stopped as it hit the back of his throat, pulling back. He continued to work at the top few inches, accustoming his mouth to the size. Finally, when the tip came into contact with his throat, he swallowed, controlling the automatic gag that threatened.
Hades tilted his head back, allowing the young god to work at his own pace. When he felt himself moving even deeper into the warm, wet cavern, he groaned. He waited until Strife had managed to take him fully inside, then lowered his hands to clutch at the other god's head. He began to thrust gently, but soon his movements picked up speed and force.
As the hard flesh was forced again and again into his throat, Strife swallowed, massaging the length and spurring Hades on. He moved in closer so he could rub himself against a muscled leg.
Hades felt the pressure against his leg, moving in a steady rhythm. He gritted his teeth, cumming with a muted cry into the willing young god.
Strife pulled his head up sharply when he felt Hades about to cum. Leaving just the head in his mouth, he hastily swallowed the tangy fluid that erupted, not letting a drop escape. As the flesh began to shrink, he licked at it, cleaning it thoroughly. Panting, he rested his head against Hades' thigh, still rocking his hips gently. He whimpered as contact was abruptly severed.
Hades stared down at Strife, taking in the picture he made. Breathing heavily, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and glistening. Arms bound, cock straining against his pants, body as he tried to gain some sort of relief. All in all, quite desperate. He grinned. Perfect.
Strife shivered as he felt warm breath against his ear. The rich voice that sounded held such promise.
"That must be very uncomfortable. I bet you'd really like to cum, wouldn't you? Let me help."
Before Strife could figure out what was happening, Hades knelt and unlaced his pants, pulling them down to bare his cock and ass. "Ahhhh..." he moaned thankfully, closing his eyes as nimble fingers danced along his length. He hissed as a nail scraped almost painfully along the underside of his cock. Finally, the hand closed around him. He felt the grip tighten, then the warmth vanished, leaving behind an uncomfortable pressure. He blinked, confused, staring at the smirking god before lowering his gaze. His eyes flew wide as he saw the leather strip that had been wrapped snugly around the base of his cock and his balls.
He jerked his head back up. "But...you said --"
"I said, I'd help you cum. I didn't say when."
Strife's jaw dropped. "You can't --"
"Excuse me? Who's the one wearing Hephaestus metal here? I can do just about anything I want." He ran a finger along a soft cheek. "Don't worry, though. You'll enjoy it...mostly."
"But --"
"Ah ah!" He pressed a finger over Strife's lips. "You don't want me to have to use a gag, do you? It would be such a shame to hide such a...talented part of your anatomy. Are you going to stop talking?"
Strife nodded shakily.
Hades smiled with satisfaction. Moving away, he undressed quickly, then settled into a chair beside the bed. He then released Strife's hands from their bonds. "I want you to take off your pants and sit on the edge of the bed, facing me. Spread your legs apart. Wider. Good. Now, touch yourself for me."
Strife closed his eyes once more, running a hand across his chest, brushing against the stiff nipples. The other hand he moved down toward his erection. Circling the tip with a finger, he collected the moisture there and rubbed it down his straining length. Grasping his cock, he began to pump gently, eventually leaving off his nipples in favor of his balls. Cupping them, he massaged gently as the pace of his other hand quickened. Grunting softly, he brushed against the leather strip. Maybe, if he could just get it a little looser...
His hands were captured once more in a brutal grip. Gasping, he opened his eyes.
Hades pushed Strife to lay flat, straddling his thighs. "That -- was not good. I'm going to have to punish you for that."
Strife struggled, bucking up so his cock brushed against the other god's ass. However, without his godly powers, there was little he could do to stop whatever was about to happen.
Hades thrust his renewed erection into the exposed flesh of Strife's belly where his shirt had bunched up. Bending down, he pressed a bruising kiss against already tender lips. With a quick movement, he twisted to place his legs between the other god's, opening them so Strife lay spread out for him. He shifted his grip, holding both of the smaller god's wrists in one hand. He oiled one finger of his other hand and, without warning, pushed it inside of Strife.
Strife arched his back off the bed at the burning heat centered in his ass. He had barely become accustomed to one invasive finger when another joined it, quickly followed by a third, then a fourth. He bit his lip at the pain, relaxing when it finally lessened, overcome by the flashes of intense pleasure produced as the button of flesh inside him was prodded and pressed.
Hades removed his fingers, replacing them swiftly with his cock, which he pushed steadily inside until his balls slapped lightly against Strife's ass. He remained still for a moment, then rolled onto his back, bringing Strife to sit astride him, impaled fully. Taking a hand in each of his, he pressed them against Strife's own thighs. He stared into the other's eyes intently. "Ride me."
The young god whimpered, them began to move. He lifted himself slowly, until only the head of Hades' cock remained inside him, then plunged back down. Again. And again. He sobbed when Hades shifted so that button was stroked with every movement. Each time it happened, pleasure coursed through him, and he shuddered, muscles clenching tightly around the intruder.
His cock was almost purple with need, drooling copious amounts of fluid onto Hades' stomach. Then Hades began to pound up into him, almost bouncing him off. He could feel bruises forming on his wrists where Hades was almost crushing his bones. Suddenly, warmth flooded inside him, and Hades let out a low cry before stilling, falling back and pulling Strife down to lay on top of him.
Unable to stop himself, Strife rocked his hips, rubbing his cock between their bellies. Large hand pressed against his ass, stilling him. Hades' now-soft cock slipped from him, and he felt a trail of cum trickling out his opening and down his thighs. Suddenly, he was rolled onto his back, arms and legs fastened to the bedposts so he lay spread-eagled, open.
Hades brushed his fingers across the twitching hole, bringing the wet digits to his mouth and licking them clean. "Mmmm. You know, I may need a bit of time to recover from that. Whatever shall I do in the meantime?" He crawled off the bed, glancing around the room for inspiration. His eyes caught on something white peeking out from under the edge of the mattress. Bending, he plucked it up, then turned back to Strife, leering.
"Well, well. You have been a naughty boy!" He twirled the large, soft feather in his fingers, chuckling. "Tell me, do you and Cupid have sleepovers often?"
Strife blushed, blood rising and staining his normally pale skin a bright pink.
"Of course, there's probably not too much actual sleep going on, but still..." Hades sat down next to Strife. He reached out and trailed the tip of the feather across Strife's lips, moving slowly down his neck and pausing to tickle the hollow of his throat. He continued until he hit the collar of his shirt.
Frowning, he shook his head. "This has to go. You're not too fond of it, I hope?" He laid the feather down on the bed and produced a small, extremely sharp knife. "I wouldn't move...unless you like that sort of thing." He ran the knife carefully down the sides of the shirt, slicing easily through the material. After a few more careful movements, he put the knife away and pulled the tatters of cloth off of Strife's chest.
"Much better. Now, where was I?" He licked his lips, picking up the feather again. He stroked it across tender nipples, coaxing them to stiffness. Then, down across the stomach to tease into the indentation of Strife's belly button.
When he felt the soft brush over the tip of his aching cock, Strife let out a strangled scream. The light caresses up and down his length made him shudder. Then, it dipped lower, circling his still-stretched opening.
Strife whimpered and strained against his restraints. "Please..."
Hades chuckled, continuing this torment for endless minutes until Strife was begging incoherently, fine tremors wracking his body. Finally, he tossed the feather, damp with sweat, onto the floor. "You really look wonderful like this, you know," he said conversationally. His only answer was a breathless little sob and pleading eyes.
Ignoring them, he unshackled Strife and flipped him over onto his stomach, shoving a silk pillow under his hips to cradle his straining erection before refastening the cuffs. "Although, this is a nice view, too." He patted the round cheeks that were now raised up.
Strife moaned, closing his eyes and thrusting involuntarily against the pillow.
"I bet you look good in red."
Strife’s eyes sprang open as the implications of this statement hit, at almost the same time as a hand descended sharply. He cried out at the stinging heat in his ass.
Hades studied the deep red palmprint that was set off so nicely by the near-white skin. "Oh, yes. Absolutely delicious." He struck the other mound, producing a twin mark. Settling himself comfortably on the bed, he proceeded to rain blows on the tempting ass. The sharp sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room, accompanied by harsh breathing and accented by yelps and moans, with the occasional drawn-out cry.
When the rounded globes had achieved a deep red color, Hades stopped. Strife still squirmed as if he hadn't noticed, panting heavily. Hades rubbed his slim back soothingly. "Shh. It's ok. It's over. Hush now, little one." He peppered the tense back with kisses, reaching the heated skin of his ass. He swept his tongue over the abused area, blowing on the wet trails left behind.
He gingerly pulled the cheeks apart, earning him another cry, which turned swiftly to a passionate moan, as he licked up and down the crack. He flicked his tongue across the twitching opening, plunging it inside. He could taste the remnants of himself in that channel, and feasted eagerly. Finally, he pulled away.
Moving up to cover the trembling body with his own, he pressed his cock swiftly inside, his stomach coming to rest against the hot, sensitive skin of Strife's ass. The heat nearly drove him insane, as did the spasmodic twitched of the muscles around his cock.
Strife tossed his head back and forth, the mixture of pain and pleasure arousing him until he was harder than he'd been before. As Hades' pounding thrusts drove his cock into the pillow, he clenched his ass, howling as that spot inside was invited out to play.
With a loud groan, Hades came again, tensing as his seed poured deep inside the whimpering god under him. He rested for a few minutes, then pulled out.
If he'd had any brain functions left working, Strife would have cursed the older god. As it was, he could only make pleading little mewling noises as he humped into the pillow in a desperate effort to relieve himself.
Hades watched these futile actions for a bit, then moved quickly to reposition Strife on his back once more.
Strife gasped as his tender ass came into contact with the bed, then cried out as a warm mouth attached itself to his nipple. As one was nibbled and sucked, a hand came up to squeeze and pinch the other.
Hades alternated between the tempting peaks until both were stiff and swollen, red and glistening with his saliva. He moved down and, without warning, engulfed Strife's erection, swallowing it down.
Strife screamed, thrusting up as much as he could to fuck that warm mouth. When it pulled away, he didn't know whether to shout in frustration or whimper thankfully. His cock felt enormous, throbbing with denied release, the leather strap almost biting into his flesh. Feeling a tickling sensation on his chest, he looked down.
Hades trailed the gray silk scarf over those nipples he'd enjoyed so much. He brushed it over the drooling cock, then down legs that were straining at their bonds. He kept up the gentle, bare-there touches until Strife began to sob quietly. Then, he quickly dropped the material and released Strife's legs. Pushing them up, he exposed the swollen, dripping opening, plunging himself back inside.
After a few deep strokes, he reached down and removed the leather binding around Strife's erection.
Strife barely had time to register the fact that his cock was free before he was cumming hard, throbbing and pulsing as creamy fluid spurted out to coat his chest and belly.
As Strife came, Hades kept thrusting, riding out the contractions in the sheath engulfing him.
Strife could feel himself becoming hard again, and he wrapped his legs around Hades' waist. Lightning flashed through him as the angle changed so the spot inside him was massaged with each advance and retreat of the god's cock.
He shuddered as his body was invaded again and again. He looked up to see Hades smile wickedly before snagging the scarf again and flicking over his swollen cock. His eyes rolled up as he came again, legs tightening before dropping limply away.
Hades watched as Strife came once more before sinking into unconsciousness. He caught the legs as they fell, pushing them up toward Strife's shoulders as he drove into the pliant body, the force of his thrusts making the bed rock. With a triumphant shout, he came, adding a new load of his seed to what had already been deposited inside the young god.
Panting with exhaustion, he pulled out. Undoing the last of Strife's restraints, he used the scarf to wipe off his cock and the other god's torso before dropping it onto the bed. Carefully, he removed the collar from Strife's neck, taking care not to wake him.
Finally, he moved off the bed, standing to stare down at the limp form. Hades smiled, brushing dark hair off Strife's sweaty forehead. He bent and pressed a soft kiss on parted lips. "You're welcome," he whispered, then dressing quickly, vanished.
Strife mumbled sleepily. His hand reached out, catching hold of the gray silk scarf and pulling it close. Snuffling into the soft, soaked material, he curled up around it, a satisfied grin stretching across his face.
Finit
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