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"So what you’re telling me is that you’re in love with Lord Hades’ son."
A glare from Death was no idle threat. Mortals would perish on the spot from such cold, piercing eyes, but Eros simply returned the glare with a grin. Even threw in a kiss for good measure.
"Tsch." Thanatos turned his head away in disgust. "Have you not heard a word I said? I don’t know how I feel about Prince Zagreus, but it’s certainly not love. A-at least I don’t think."
"My poor, confused, Chthonic friend," Eros threw an arm around the disgruntled god, "I am the God of Love and Sexual Desire. Since you came to me for advice, I think you already know the answer even if you won’t admit it." He poked a finger into Thanatos’ hard chest. "Why are you denying yourself? From what my mother has told me, this Zagreus seems fond of you as well."
"I knew this was a waste of time. I shouldn’t have come," Thanatos said, shrugging the other god off him.
Eros fondly smiled. As crude and rough around the edges as Thanatos was, he was a straightforward god. Unlike the Olympians that schemed and played petty games, Thanatos did not lie nor play tricks. His attempt at avoiding his question was clumsy and obvious; a breath of fresh air compared to the words spoken by the Olympians with their multitude of layers and hidden meanings. Thanatos’ honest and naïve personality made Eros want to tease him even if just a little bit.
Just as Thanatos gathered his power to shift away, he sprinkled a bit of his dust onto the other’s back. "Don’t say I never help a friend out."
"I won’t because we aren’t friends."
Eros’ laughter reverberated around the quiet meadow. "But I am the best wingman."
Thanatos appeared back at the House of Hades, thankful that he was able to get away from the teasing Love god. He took up some much needed downtime and eyed the river Styx, it’s ripples encapsulating him. He was so distracted by watching it, however, that he didn’t even notice Zag making his way towards him.
"Hello Thanatos!" Zagreus called brightly next to him, the prince’s beautiful eyes meeting his with a smile. Thanatos had always loved Zagreus’ eyes, their contrasting nature only adding to Zag’s chiseled yet delicate features. His raven hair looked softer today, if such a thing were possible. His lips, as lush as they appeared, were also a bit chapped, probably from Zag’s habit of biting them in nervousness. "I got you some more ambrosia," Zagreus said, eagerly extending his arm to Thanatos.
"I want to kiss you so badly right now," Thanatos blurted out. Where in the hell did that come from!!?? Those types of thoughts were supposed to be locked away-- buried where nothing can come from it! His mortification didn’t end there, and without thinking, he added: "I’m always attracted to you. And the thought of you drives me mad with desire." Why is he doing this!?? He was saying his innermost desires, right in front of Zagreus, with no hesitation! It was almost as if— Eros. He is going to kill that meddlesome god next time he sees him.
Thanatos finally met Zagreus’ eyes again, terrified of Zag’s reaction.
Those lips were parted, and his red blood gave a pink flush to his cheeks, his throat, the bit of his exposed chest. Zagreus’ mouth opened and closed uselessly as he stammered. "I--"
Crash!
Thanatos’ eyes snapped to the floor, where the bottle of Ambrosia lie shattered in countless tiny shards--its golden contents now covering the tiles and splattered across their legs and feet.
He swept his eyes back up slowly, only to find Zagreus still gaping at him with the same dumbfounded expression. A familiar rattling sound approached then, but it seemed neither of them could look away from each other.
"Uh-oh!" Dusa giggled, "clean up on the west balcony, huh? What happened here?"
"Nothing," Zagreus blurted.
"Don’t worry, I’ll get this all cleaned up in a--"
Thanatos felt an answer bubbling up within him and pressed his lips together to hold it in, but it was no use. "I was just telling Prince Zagreus how badly I want him."
Mortified, he clamped a hand over his mouth.
Dusa chuckled uncomfortably as she began to clean up. "Haha, want him to what, Lord Thanatos?"
Blood and darkness.
He was going to answer that, wasn’t he? Whether he wanted to or not. He gripped his scythe tightly, willing himself to shift as far away as possible, but the more he concentrated, the more his mind conjured images of Zagreus. On his back, on his knees, fleeting impressions of the sounds he might make while he touched him, kissed him.
"To--"
"I--I have to go," Zagreus blurted and dashed away, the mess on the floor and a trail of little black skid marks the only signs he’d been there at all.
A sudden release came over Thanatos, his body relaxing in places he hadn’t even realized had gone tense.
"I want him to stop goofing off and bringing all this contraband into the house," he snarled, and finally shifted away.
Thanatos was avoiding Zagreus.
But he still didn’t know how to stop the spiral of images from cascading in his mind every few moments. It wasn’t as bad without Zagreus right in front of him, and he was forced to acknowledge that now it was simply his own consciousness, replaying what Eros had "blessed" him with.
Even one of the souls he collected asked, "Lord Death sir, are you alright?"
He hurried to ferry the souls, gritting his teeth the entire time. He couldn’t work like this.
He shifted back to the House as soon as he had a moment, throwing himself quickly into his chambers. He was breathing hard and trembling, propping himself against the wall to steady himself as heat enveloped him.
He was a flushed mess, and a dangerous voice in the back of his mind reminded him that Zagreus hadn’t said ‘no.’
Thanatos raised his head and found the shelf with the bottle of ambrosia.
"I like you, Thanatos."
Zagreus’ words from that day still rang clear in his mind. Rather than rejection, Zagreus confessed his love when he gifted him his second bottle of ambrosia. It was he that ran away to Eros before they could finish their conversation. Now he was forced to reap the consequences of running away from his feelings.
"I like you, Thanatos," the memory of Zagreus mingled with those of dreams, "Is kissing all you want? We could do so much more."
Temptation. Desire. Images of Zagreus’ pressed hot against him flashed across his mind.
Thanatos shook his head as if the motion could stop his lustful thoughts, but the spell wouldn’t allow him. The longer he stayed away from the person of his desire, the more he would be plagued with carnal thoughts of them. It’d only been a day since he’d seen Zagreus, but the magnetic pull of the spell was already this strong.
Damn that Eros! If he was near Zagreus, he wouldn’t be able to keep his impulse in check, but when he was away, his mind ran wild.
His room, which was at first comforting, started to suffocate him. Thanatos willed himself to shift away onto an open space on the surface, desperately hoping that it could calm his mind down somewhat.
But of course, of course that’s not what happened. Because what did happen is that Thanatos shifted directly into Zagreus’ room. Panicking, he begged to his sisters that Zag wouldn’t be in here.
"Thanatos?"
Of course.
He refused to look at his prince, back turned away from the source of his desires. Just hearing Zagreus already nearly broke his resistance. His tower of logic could easily be knocked down with a single breath of air. If he so much as looked at Zag, he knew it would be all over.
"Than," Zag continued, making Than tightly hold his fists together. "About what you said earlier, I… need you to know that I feel the same way. That, if you would like, I want us to be together… as a couple, I mean." He said that last part quickly, like the words might burn him.
That was all it took for Thanatos to let go and pounce onto his prince. His Impulse control completely eviscerated.
"I couldn’t keep myself away," Thanatos gasped, the truth pouring from his lips. "I thought of you, only you, I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want you, Zag."
Zagreus let out a nervous, almost hysterical laugh that Than hungrily cut off with a kiss. Instead of dousing the desire filling him, it only fanned the flames, and Thanatos quickly deepened the kiss.
"Than, is this alright? As--ngh--happy as I am, it seems... sudden," Zagreus said, breathing hard, even as he tried to speak.
"Eros is the best wingman," Thanatos blurted before he could stop and think. He frowned at the ceiling and rolled his eyes. "I had help, I suppose," he muttered.
"Eros?" Zagreus asked, eyes darkening. "Oh, Than, really? You asked Eros for help, for... me?"
"Yes, Zag," Than said, completely willing to say the truth. He leaned back into the kiss, chasing the taste of his prince.
They stumbled across the room, racing to pry the clothes and armor off each other’s bodies. At last they reached the bed--Zagreus falling on his back and Thanatos hungrily climbing over him.
He paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of his prince, right where he wanted him at last--gazing up at him with want.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Than, why didn’t you just tell me?"
"I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way," he answered freely--and it was such a strange thing, to admit it so readily, without fear of consequence. Thrilling. His head whirled with these thoughts, and he wanted to confess every single one of them. "I was afraid of what might happen if you wouldn’t return my feelings," he blurted. "Afraid I’d lose you."
Zagreus chuckled softly and reached a hand up to tuck his hair behind his ear. "Oh, Than, I do," he smiled, and his teeth sank into his bottom lip in a way that threatened to drive him mad. "I’m yours. All yours."
He claimed his mouth again, and Zagreus’ hand clutched at his hair, pulling him in close. Thanatos was insatiable, hardly willing to let them part even for a fleeting gasp of air.
His hands groped impatiently at Zag’s body, at all the parts he’d been yearning to touch for so long.
"Gods, you’re going to leave bruises--" Zagreus rasped, and the arch of his back and spreading of his legs told Than that the realization only delighted his prince.
He gripped him harder.
"Than--" Zagreus managed before he could kiss him again. "Wait--" Thanatos froze, straddled over him.
"This is you, right?" he asked. "This isn’t some... cruel spell Eros cast on you, filling you with desires that aren’t your own?"
"No," Thanatos assured. "These desires are all mine. Eros has simply made me be true about them."
Zagreus’ eyes and hands swept over his body appraisingly. "...Good."
Thanatos furrowed his brows. "What is it, Zagreus?"
"I never heard your answer."
"To what?"
He wet his lips. "What you wanted me to do."
Something flashed in Thanatos’ eyes and he leaned in close, whispering in Zag’s ear.
"What I want you to do?" A smile crept at the edge of his lips as his hot breath made Zag shiver. "I want you to give me every part of you; body and soul."
He ground his hips against Zagreus’, eliciting an appreciative purr. Zagreus could feel just how excited Death was by the insistent hardness pressed against his. The prince relaxed into the firm caresses, ready to happily give himself over as Thanatos slipped a hand into Zagreus’ chiton.
"I want here," he breathed, giving his nipple a harsh squeeze between his fingertips.
"And here," he continued, sliding his hand down to the prince’s delicate waist. He made sure to leave his mark there, watching as the god’s warm blood colored the outline of his hand.
His hand moved further down Zagreus’ body, eventually resting with his ass in his palms. "And most importantly," he said, savoring the firm flesh in his cool hands, "I want you to moan my name as I fuck you into the mattress."
"Blood and--" Zagreus gasped out, eyes rolling back as he groaned. "Yes, please, Than."
Heat pooled in Thanatos’ gut and he couldn’t keep the satisfied smile from his lips. "You beg so nicely. I’m tempted to stop and listen to you for hours," he said, and meant it. Death would always win in the end, and could be patient.
"Please, don’t, please let me--anything," Zag immediately babbled, squirming in his grip.
Thanatos let out a soft laugh and in a practiced motion, shifted himself slightly to the side, leaving his clothes behind to fall to the floor.
Zagreus blinked, almost dazed, before his eyes settled on Than’s cock, exposed and hard. He licked his lips.
"I could wait, but I also want this, Zagreus," Than said, desperation ringing through. "Your mouth on me. Go on, now."
"Gladly," Zagreus replied huskily, throat dry with wicked desire. He crawled to where Thanatos stood beside his bed and knelt before his god. "You don’t have to tell me twice."
There was no need for coercion or interference from other gods. Zagreus wouldn’t waste this chance, nor would he resist the delectable temptation in front of him. His eager hands roamed over the perfection that was Thanatos’ body. Fingers lightly trailed down Death’s back, tracing over marble skin and hardened muscle. He shuffled closer on his knees, held Thanatos even closer until Death’s warmth seeped through his suddenly all too tight and uncomfortable clothes.
"I wish I knew how to shift out of my clothes too. It seems convenient." Zagreus’ lips skimmed the delicate line of Thanatos’ neck, finally free from the cumbersome gorget. "I’ve longed for this. Dreamed of it," he whispered his long held secret against the pulse his lips found in the dip of Thanatos’ collarbone. "I don’t need Eros or any other god to tell you how much I wanted you." Zagreus playfully licked at his collarbone. He tasted the sweetness of Thanatos’ sweat, and felt the racing beat of his heart against his tongue.
"Zagreus." A sigh of pleasure accompanied his name. Thanatos’ turned his head to give his prince better access. His hand carded through the lush, thick hair. When he felt Zagreus’ purr against his neck, he chuckled...before fisting his hand in Zagreus’ hair and pulled. Hard.
Zagreus yelped, but remained docile in Thanatos’ hold. Thanatos smiled and rewarded the obedient prince with a quick peck on the lips. "Since your mouth is so talented, maybe you can put it somewhere else?"
"What did you have in mind, O’Death?" Zagreus’ eyes sparkled like jewels and were just as bewitching.
"You know where."
Zagreus pretended ignorance even as his hand skimmed over the head of the other’s leaking cock. "No, I don’t." A strangle cry erupted from Than as fingers wrapped around his arousal. "You have to tell me."
Than bit his lip, catching himself in a brief moment of clarity as Zag waited for him to continue. Ichor rose hot in his face, blushing bright gold, and a tinge of shame swirled amidst the lust-thickened fog of his mind. He tightened the muscles in his throat. The truth waited nonetheless; it laced his tongue, craving to be given a voice.
Eros, have mercy, he pleaded to himself silently. Haven’t I confessed enough?
Neither god he was caught between would have mercy on him. Not when Eros had him right where he wanted him. Certainly not now that Zag understood their mutual desire. With that confirmation, Than’s incorrigible lover held no reservations about teasing more of it out of him. Zag waited patiently, looking up at Than with a penetrative glare, gently stroking the length of his cock with a touch so light it made Than feel faint.
"Was it here?" Zag asked, leaning down to plant a light kiss at the cut of muscle above Than’s abdomen. He trailed a sharp line down with his tongue. Than reeled, hissing out a half-broken curse, curling his fingers tighter into Zag’s hair.
Zag left another wet kiss at the crook of his thigh, the skin there unimaginably tender under the warm touch of his lips. "Or here?" He asked, the smirk evident in his voice.
"Or maybe here…" Zag mouthed the words across the plane of Than’s groin, coming to a rest at the base of his cock. The smallest sensation there sent pulses of lust coursing through Than, spurring him on--draining all sense of embarrassment, leaving only the overwhelming need for more.
Say it, said the only voice left in his mind. Say it.
"Stop this," Than said. He caught Zag’s lip, pinching it between his index finger and his thumb and dragging it down, causing the prince’s eyes to flare in surprise.
Than’s voice came out uneven, despite his best efforts. Low and thick, the words rolled in his heavy breath, shaking with the hunger he could no longer conceal.
"I want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours," he said. "Now."
Zagreus’ breath hitched in his throat. "Gods above, Thanatos…"
Thanatos’ thumb hooked behind his teeth. "Now," he repeated, voice sharper, but still straining with desire.
Having recovered from his bout of surprise, a smirk crept across Zagreus’ features. "Impatient, are we?" he teased, lightly squeezing Than’s length.
Thanatos was about to fire back when a hot tongue flicked over the weeping head of his cock, prompting the god to hiss through his teeth.
Zagreus smiled innocently, leaning up into Death’s ear. "That’s alright," he breathed, "If I’m honest, I’m feeling a bit impatient, too. I’ve lusted after you for long enough." He paused to place a lingering kiss against Thanatos’ cheek. "Fuck my throat, Than."
"Oh, I plan to fuck more than that," Thanatos found himself saying.
Zagreus grinned. He rolled to his back, allowing his head to dangle off the side of the bed. He waved off Than’s questioning look. "It’s easier, trust me. Now come here, will you?"
Never one to disobey his Prince, Thanatos stepped closer, letting a hand wrap around his twitching cock. He braced the other against Zagreus’ chest in a lame attempt to keep the squirming god pinned down. Slender fingers curled around the backs of his thighs, urging him closer.
"Please," Zagreus begged, the object of his desire nearly brushing against his lips. Nails dug into Thanatos’ legs, betraying the true depth of Zagreus’ need.
Finally, Thanatos obliged, guiding his cock into Zag’s mouth. Zagreus moaned around him, greedily taking in whatever he could. Thanatos bit his lip; he hadn’t been prepared for how hot Zagreus’ mouth was.
"Gods, Zag…!" he breathed. His hips jerked, forcing Zagreus’ throat open. An utterly obscene sound spilled out around his cock. Thanatos took that as his cue to pull back, leaving Zagreus gasping. Unable to keep himself from sinking into that heat, Thanatos thrusted back down his throat.
Zagreus arched, making a delighted sound as Thanatos began to use him in earnest. Zagreus reached for his own cock, straining pitifully against his leggings and begging for relief.
Almost immediately, a hand snatched his wrist, gripping it tightly.
"No."
"You’ll get your turn."
Zag’s hips rocked desperately, and he let out a pitiful noise around Than’s cock, but he obeyed, going pliant under Than’s grip, untouched cock twitching in his leggings.
Than couldn’t help fuck his face even faster at the sight. "That’s it, Zag, be good," he groaned. "Fuck, you’re so good for me, gods, your mouth--"
Zagreus let out a ruined noise, spit and tears running along his upside-down face. Hands clutched at his thighs, desperate for something to ground him.
Than never knew himself to be capable of anything like this, but now that he was here, cock buried in Zag’s mouth, he never wanted to stop.
Heat coiled in his gut, and he drove his hips faster, Zagreus eagerly taking his length with a choked noise. With a broken moan of "Zag, Zag--" he finished, spilling into his prince.
Zag dutifully tried to swallow, but at this angle most of it dribbled past his lips. He was a disheveled wreck, and the sight only added to Than’s flames of desire.
"Such a mess you’ve made of yourself...," Thanatos murmured as he pulled out of his mouth.
Zagreus coughed and sputtered around him, gasping for breath. "Gods--" he panted, his voice cracking and hoarse.
Thanatos leaned over his face and clutched a handful of his hair. "Sit up," he ordered, pulling him upright.
Zagreus pulled himself up languidly, and waited, looking up at him obediently.
Thanatos cupped his jaw, wiping the golden come off of his chin. "As pretty as you look with my come on your face, I’m afraid we can’t continue until you finish every drop," he said, and held his finger up to Zagreus’ mouth.
"Yes, Than," he rasped as he opened up for him, and Thanatos slipped his finger past his lips. That pretty mouth closed around him again, and he began to suck it clean.
"There we go," he whispered gently. "You’re doing so good, Zag."
Zagreus locked eyes with him and sucked harder, before slowly releasing his finger with a wet pop. "Please, Than--" he began, but Thanatos cut him off.
"Patience, prince," he tutted, and swept more come off of his cheek. "I’ll let you know when you’re finished, don’t worry," he said, and brought his finger to his lips. "Now open up for me again," he instructed, but there was no need to.
Zagreus opened up for him readily, sucking his fingers with zeal, closing his eyes and moaning while he did so. Thanatos clenched his jaw as he watched him work--so good, so hard, so eager to please. The sight was enough to drive him mad if he let it.
Than repeated the process again and again, until there wasn’t a drop of him left--and pulled his finger out of his mouth one last time. "There. All done."
Zagreus swallowed. "But I don’t wanna be done, Thanatos."
He tilted his head at him. "No?"
"I want more."
Thanatos scoffed. "Of course you do. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen," Thanatos easily confessed. "I still can’t quite believe that you’re mine now, that I get to see you like this." He ran his thumb across Zag’s lips as he spoke.
"Believe me, Than, the feeling’s mutual," he breathed out against Than’s finger.
Thanatos, never lifting his finger from Zag’s month, climbed on to the bed besides Zag. Zagreus’ eyes darkened in excitement. "You said you wanted more," Thanatos whispered against Zag’s ear, earning a moan from the other god. "What, exactly, do you want?"
"I want—Ow!" Out of nowhere, something fell onto Zag’s head, landing on the mattress. "Where the hell did that come from?" Zagreus questioned as Than looked to the ceiling for answers, only to find nothing. There, on the bed, was a glass vial full of something. Than grabbed the potion in a light huff. There was a note attached to it.
For round two (or how ever more), you horny lovebirds ;)
From your best wingman,
Eros
Xoxoxo
"What is it? What does the note say?" Zag asked when he saw Than’s scowl.
"Eros. He’s dead the next time I see him." Too angry to read the letter out loud, he shoved the note into Zag’s hand.
Quickly skimming the note, Zagreus burst into laughter. "Eros seems like a good friend. He was concerned about your performance. I ought to send him a thank-you gift." Zag’s cock twitched with interest when he saw Than’s eyes flash with annoyance, but he quickly soothed the other god’s ego. "Not because it didn’t feel good, Than. I wanted to thank him for helping us get together." He plucked the bottle of pink fluid from Than’s hand. "And for this."
"We don’t need that," Than snapped.
"No, we don’t. But that doesn’t mean we can’t use it for fun." Zag popped down the bottle and downed it in oneshot. He grabbed the back of Than’s head and smashed their lips together. Than instinctively opened his mouth and swallowed the viscous liquid.
Zagreus pulled back, licking the remnants of the aphrodisiac from Than’s bottom lip. "Stay. Stay here with me until our lust is completely satiated and both our bodies are ruined."
Thanatos watched in awe as Zag pulled away, the tip of his tongue still sweeping over his perfect lips. He shook himself out of it and scowled. "I am never seeking council from an Olympian ever again."
Zagreus tossed the vial aside and let out a hoarse little laugh. "Come on, Than," he croaked, "Say what you will about his methods, but..." he glanced down pointedly at Than’s cock, where Eros’ elixir was already doing its work.
"We were doing just fine without the interruption," he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.
"Were we?" Zagreus teased. "Because you asked what I wanted, and what I want is to have you in my mouth again." Thanatos blinked at him.
Zagreus leaned into his ear closely. "I said I wanted more, didn’t I?" he murmured, his voice coarse and weak. He smoothed a hand over his shoulder, down his throat, and over his chest. "You finished so quickly, you were so pent up. I want to take my time and savor every drop of you, Than."
"...Alright." Than ducked his head to press a kiss to his cheek, smiling despite himself. "But only because I can’t say no to a single request you make when your voice is so beautifully rough from taking my cock so well," he purred.
"Blood and--ahem--darkness," Zagreus coughed.
Thanatos pulled back and narrowed his eyes at him with concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, stroking his cheek. "I wasn’t too rough on you, was I? Beloved?"
Zagreus shook his head, still clearing his throat, and knelt beside him. "I’m perfectly fine," he whispered. "Now let me show you just how much I’ve wanted you."
He smiled and grabbed a pillow before slinking off of the side of the bed. Tucking it under his knees, he got into position. Thanatos didn’t need to be told what to do next. His lips parted to release a heavy breath, and he shifted over to the edge of the bed, planting his legs on either side of his prince.
"I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Than," he said, smoothing his hands over his thighs. "I’m going to make you feel so good."
Thanatos swallowed thickly. "...Zag," he managed in a whisper.
He wrapped a hand gently around his length. "You have to be good for me though, Than," he said, and began circling the pad of his thumb over the tip. "Just like I was so good for you."
He nodded quickly, his heart pounding in his chest. "I’ll be good for you."
"I know you will," Zagreus smiled up at him, then pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. "...You’re always so good to me, aren’t you, Than? So loyal..."
He tilted his head to the side and stuck out his tongue, slowly dragging the tip of it from the base of his cock to the head. He closed his lips around it then, and began to suck gently.
"Fuck, Zagreus..." Thanatos’ hands clutched at the sheets where he sat, and he bit down on his lip.
Before he could acclimate himself to the sensation, his lips were already off him--and it was that tongue of his again, painting long, patient strokes up his shaft. Thanatos’ thighs began to tremble, and Zagreus held his gaze as he worked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
But then his lips were around him again, taking him in deeper, enveloping him in luxurious, wet, heat.
"Blood and darkness," Than whimpered and clenched his eyes shut as he began to suck his cock in earnest. But closed eyes only made the the slick sounds of Zagreus’ lips against him ring louder in his ears.
Zagreus moaned around him, and the subtle vibration against his cock nearly made Than weep. "Zag, please..." he gasped.
He released him slowly and looked up at him again, wetting his lips. "Not so fast, Than," he tutted. "I told you. I’m going to take my time."
So yes, Zagreus slowed down and was determined to take his time. With the tip of his tongue first, he followed the large, throbbing vein, proud of his lover’s satisfied sigh.
Salivating a little, he savored the taste on his tongue, his musk, the nervous texture of that skin that made him want so much. He started over and over again, feeling the muscles tighten between his lips. His free hand gripped Thanatos’ thigh, when he gripped his hair tightly.
Despite his promise, Zagreus surrenders by letting go and becomes docile again, allowing himself to be imposed a rhythm, manhandling his wet mouth without remorse. Sometimes a little too far down his throat, bringing tears to his eyes, but he accepted without complaining. Thanatos could go faster, further if he wanted to, he would give in in full.
The sighs and discreet caulked moans of Than mingled with his. Zagreus opened his eyes and looked up at him. This sight of the god completely at the mercy of his pretty mouth hurt him physically. When he managed to catch his yellow gaze, he tearfully sent him all the love he felt for him.
"Zag," Thanatos moaned, "Zagreus, you’re beautiful, fuck, so good for me."
He had no idea if that was Eros’ influence on him, or if he would’ve said that regardless. It took almost no time under such loving care for Thanatos to finish a second time, toes curling in pleasure.
Zag managed to swallow it all this time, and Than couldn’t help but groan at the sight. He immediately dragged Zag up to kiss him, tasting his own release on his tongue, the impossible heat of Zag flooding him.
Zag let out a pitiful moan. "Than, fuck, Than, please I need--"
His voice was an absolute wreck, ragged and pleading, lips red, face flushed.
"Your turn, love, your turn, I promise," Than murmured lowly. "I’m going to ride you. You remember what I told you? You’re going to moan my name as I fuck you into the mattress."
Zagreus sobbed. "Please…! Than, I—!"
Thanatos shushed him gently, soothing the tears away from Zagreus’ puffy eyes. "Hush now, Zagreus. I’ve got you. Let me take care of you, my darling Prince." Though his head was still spinning, Than’s mind was on Zagreus. He pressed a gentle kiss to his damp forehead before leaning down further to unlatch Zagreus’ belt. The chiton slid easily to the rug, baring his form.
Careful hands wrapped around Zag’s waist, helping him off the floor. Thanatos held him at arm’s length, drinking him in. His hands smoothed across Zagreus’ chest and shoulders. "Zag…" he sighed. "Blood and Darkness, darling. You’re exquisite." A kiss was pressed to Zagreus’ fluttering stomach. "Let me show you," Thanatos murmured against his skin. "Let me show you what you do to me; let me please you."
Mindlessly, Zagreus nodded.
Thanatos smiled up at him, gently squeezing his hips. "Good. Lay down for me, love, and I’ll give you what you need." He tugged Zagreus closer, placing a kiss over the wet stain at the front of Zagreus’ leggings.
The Prince whined, going pliant as Thanatos guided him into the pillows. Kneeling between his legs, Than tugged his leggings off, discarding them on the floor.
"There you are," he breathed. "Absolutely gorgeous. So hard for me." Thanatos leaned in, licking a slow stripe up the underside of Zagreus’ cock, pausing to lap at the precum beading at the tip.
"Than! Than, please!" Zagreus hiccupped, "Don’t tease! Please, I can’t—!"
With a teasing smile, Thanatos straightened up. He straddled Zagreus’ waist, grinding down against him. "Oh, Gods! Than…! There’s, ah, a bottle of oil on the top shelf…!" Zagreus panted. "Please, Thanatos!"
Thanatos swallowed the sweet pleas with a kiss. He hummed with pleasure as he tasted himself on Zagreus’ tongue. Now, it was his turn to swallow Zagreus’ essence with his own body. He raised his hand towards the top shelf and summoned the bottle of oil into his hand. "Zag, you’re here to please me," Thanatos stated, nipping the younger god’s bottom lip. "So get to it."
He took Zagreus’ hand within his own and tipped the bottle over Zagreus’ fingers. Just a few drops came out, but the smell was stronger and wrapped around them, making the rather formal bedchamber seem exotic and sensual. Zagreus rubbed his fingers together and the slick, heavy oil coated them, making them slide together smoothly.
"Oh."
Thanatos laughed, and the sound was pure sex. "Yes, oh."
The two shared a look, and nothing more needed to be said. Zagreus pulled Thanatos down for a kiss. Their lips moved against one another wet and slow, their desperation giving way to eager tenderness. Deliberately, Zagreus thrust his tongue in and out, moving his hips slowly to the same rhythm. It only took a moment for Than to spread his legs wider so he could meet the thrusts with his own, rubbing their hard arousals together. They both groaned into the kiss.
Zagreus slid his hand from the back of Than’s knees to his bottom. Wasting no time, he pressed his slick finger against Than’s tight entrance and pushed in. It slid in so smoothly, and that in itself was an erotic thrill. Than jerked and gasped into Zag’s mouth, and Zag drank in the sound like the finest ambrosia.
Than bit Zag’s lip again, harder this time. "If you won’t stop playing around, I can fuck you first."
Zagreus slid in a second finger and laughed as he felt Thanatos tremble in his arms. "I just want to savor this. It’s not everyday I have Death at my mercy."
"I liked it more when you were begging." Than moaned, grinding down hard on Zag’s fingers.
"I can beg as much as you like," Zagreus leaned back and gave Than a cheeky smile. "You just have to make me." "Hm. From experience, that won’t be hard to do."Than pushed him down until Zag laid completely on his back.
Thanatos stole the bottle of oil and impatiently poured some on Zagreus’ erection. Thanatos was more than ready to finally claim his lover and judging by the ravenous expression on Zag’s face, he wasn’t the only one.
Than straddled his prince’s hips, a hand pressed against his firm stomach to steady him. Nestled in a silken tuft of dark curls lay the object of his desire. He firmly grasped it by the base and lined it up with his entrance. Zagreus moaned in anticipation of the show he was to receive. Thanatos loved him and he’d be able to watch Than ride him? He could barely breathe at the thought.
He lowered himself until the tip was pressed against his entrance and Zagreus squirmed underneath him for more. Sensing a hesitation, Zag enthusiastically lifted his hips; he couldn’t wait any longer for his silver haired god. Thanatos held him firm, however and chided him, "What do we say when we want something? I know you have better manners than that."
"Please! Pl-please Than, I need you," as his hips involuntarily bucked. "I need you… I WANT you. Please love…"
That was all Thanatos had to hear to take Zagreus’ cock inside him, savoring each hard, exquisite inch. Thanatos couldn’t help moaning loudly as he was stretched. He’d never dared do anything like this himself and Zagreus was definitely bigger than fingers. The moan left his throat subconsciously, only ending when fully seated on his prince’s cock.
Thanatos stilled for a moment, relishing in the stretch, in the way Zagreus gasped for air beneath him, the prince’s hands desperately clinging to Than’s thighs.
"It’s so--" Than tried to speak, but even with words drawn forth by Eros’ spell, he couldn’t manage, his voice instead just a broken moan as he finally started to move.
He supposed a moan was the most truthful expression of his pleasure.
He lifted his hips up and rocked them back down, his pace slow as he studied Zag’s reactions.
Zagreus made a low, punched-out sort of noise. "Fuck, you’re so tight, Than, oh gods, faster, please move--" he begged, his hips trying to buck up into Than.
Than smiled. He took Zag’s hands from his hips and pinned them to the mattress instead. He swayed his hips, and Zagreus cried out.
"Now, Zagreus, I know you can be good for me. Don’t you trust me to take care of you?"
Zagreus’ lips parted with a soft gasp. He wet his lips and swallowed. "Yes, I do."
"You wanted to take your time," Thanatos said, "and now so do I."
Zag threw his head back with a whine. "Than, I’m not going to la--"
"Sh, sh," Than tutted. "Have you forgotten already, love? Our gift from Eros will take care of that."
Zagreus gave him a stunned look, and swallowed. "...fuck."
Thanatos began rolling his hips in earnest, listening for the heavy breaths and moans he was drawing out of his prince. The way his hands clenched into fists, the way his teeth sank into his lower lip. Than’s own pleasure was a low rumble he intended to build gradually, but for now, watching Zagreus writhe beneath him was all he needed.
"You’re so beautiful for me, Zag," he told him in a low murmur. "No view in Elysium nor anywhere on the surface can compare to having you like this."
Zagreus sighed heavily and opened his eyes. They darted downwards to where their bodies were joined, and remained fixed there-- unblinking, as though the undulating motions of Than’s hips and abdomen had lured him into a trance.
At last, Zagreus groaned--those eyes rolling back as his head fell back down against the pillows. "Gods, Than..." His body arched involuntarily, struggling against Than’s hold on him.
"What is it, Zag?"
"Beautiful..." he panted. "You’re--hmph--beautiful..."
Than scoffed. "Yet your eyes are closed," he said. "...I want you to look at me when I fuck you, Zagreus." A strained a little laugh bubbled out of him, and he did as he was told with a dazed smile on his face.
Locking their gazes, Thanatos raised his hips and held still, savoring the look of anticipation in his lover’s eyes. And then he slid himself back down his shaft, the sensation of being filled again making a shuddering gasp quake out of him.
Zagreus sucked in a breath, gritting his teeth as he fought the urge to roll his eyes back.
"That’s right," Thanatos whispered, releasing his arms and so he could sit upright and begin rolling his hips again. "Look at me."
"Fuck, Than..."Zagreus squirmed beneath him. "Fuck, you’re perfect..."
He began putting his weight into each roll of his hips, rising and coming back down on his cock at a strong, steady pace as he took his pleasure from his prince. Thanatos gasped sharply as the tension suddenly coiled deep within him, and sweet, low sound poured from his lips. "Mmh... You’re s-so good, Zag..."
Zagreus could only whimper in reply.
"Blood and darkness, you feel so good..." Thanatos nearly growled. "Like you were made for me... made to be--hmph-- all mine..."
"I am," Zagreus panted. "I’m yours, Than. All yours. Just fucking use me, Than."
And he did. His mind was swimming with nothing but the dizzying sensation of Zagreus’ cock filling him again and again as he rode him.
"Oh, Than..." Zagreus begged, gripping at his thighs as he began to tremble between them. "Than, I’m--"
That low rumbling of pleasure swelled inside him, and Thanatos threw his head back with a wanton moan, tightening around Zagreus again.
"Oh gods--!" Zagreus cried out, "I’m-- ngh..."
Thanatos bit down on his lip as Zagreus’ fingers dug into him, and moaned deeply when he felt his release fill him.
"Oh, love...," he gasped, closing his eyes and almost keeling over as he relished the sensation. "Oh, that’s it..." Thanatos continued to grind his hips against him, to milk every drop from him. And just as he could feel Zagreus begin to fall limp, Eros’ elixir kicked in, and he hardened anew.
"Oh, blood and darkness..." Zagreus scoffed.
Thanatos leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, to his cheek, to his throat. "There we go," he chuckled softly in his ear.
Zagreus lifted his head up, eagerly chasing his lips for another kiss-- but Thanatos pulled himself upright again. And when his prince knit his dark brows together, he smiled.
"You’re not the only one who wants more."
Zagreus flashed him a sinful smile. "Whatever you need, love. Take me; use me. I’m yours." Thanatos hummed in return, bracing his legs to begin riding him again.
"Wait," Zagreus panted, gripping his lover’s hips. "Than, just, wait… Let me— Let me look at you." Obediently, Thanatos stilled above him.
Zagreus traced the taut muscle of his thighs, sighing as he admired the man above him. "Than, you… Gods, you look like…"
Death tilted his head, brow knitting in amusement. "Like what?"
A filthy smirk curled at Zagreus’ mouth. "Like a king seated atop his throne."
"King? Oh, Zagreus," Than said, leaning down and whispering in his ear. "What’s a king to Death himself? Or, for that matter," he said, voice low, "a prince?"
"Oh, fuck, Than," Zagreus groaned, throwing his head back.
Than hummed and teasingly bit at Zagreus’ neck, making him shudder. He propped himself up with more leverage, giving Zagreus a wicked smile before setting a breakneck pace.
He fucked Zagreus’ cock with everything he had, giving in to every craving he’d ever stifled over the aeons. Zagreus cried out high and desperate underneath him, and Than knew the two of them wouldn’t last much longer. "Touch me, Zagreus," Than breathed. "Your lord demands it."
Almost clumsily, Zag’s hands desperately wrapped around his cock, and Thanatos moaned, increasing his pace. "Gods, Thanatos," Zagreus whimpered. "I can’t, I--"
"It’s alright, I’ve got you, Zag," Than said, voice ragged. Before he could remember the spell pulling words from him, he finished with a cry, "I love you."
"I love you, Than," he whispered back against Death’s lips, "I love you, I love you, I love you." Each desperation admission was peppered with kisses as he chased after Than’s confession with his own. His hands found purchase on Than’s slender waist and unwilling to leave the tight, velvet warmth wrapped around his cock, he held Than still as he bucked his hips up against him. He was lost in the sensation, thinking of nothing else other than the pleasure Than gave him. Tears filled the corner of Zagreus eyes. He arched his back wildly, willing for Than’s entire weight to fall on him. Though he just came, he wanted to experience that moment of ecstasy again. If given the chance, he’d mindlessly fill Than with his own cum so that he could fuck it out of him.
Thanatos’ lashes fluttered at Zag’s renewed vigor. A stuttered gasp was forced out his throat when he felt Zag’s shaft grow hard, grow even bigger inside him. The obscene sound of their joining, the sound of flesh upon flesh filled the room and Thanatos’ ears.
Zagreus fucked him with abandon and Thanatos’ reveled in making his prince lose control. Ardent and feeling every throb of Zagreus inside him, Than made himself wait. He dropped kisses along Zag’s throat, up to his ear. He caught Zag’s breath and dragged his lips over to the other’s marble cheek, to his mouth, to where Zag turned his face to his own and shaped words he could not hear.
With another buck of his hips, it earned Zag a slight chuckle from Than. "How adorable," he said, "You look good like this. Desperate and covered in my cum." Zag whimpered at the shift in their position as Thanatos sat back on his haunches. His eyes darkened to amber as he drank in the sight of his gold cum pooling around Zag’s abdomen. It was a sight to behold, Zag flushed pink, his eyes dazed, and covered in nothing by his spend. Like a tumblers turning in a lock, something inside Than was freed. He couldn’t stop himself now. Than wanted Zagreus. All of him. To own and possess him, to merge with him flesh and bone. Thanatos sat up, pulling himself free from Zagreus. He ignored his prince’s cry of dismay and the trail of seed that dripped down his thigh. "Turn around, Zag," he said even as Zagreus made to grab him in an effort to make him sit back down on his cock. "Zagreus, I said turn around and lay flat on your stomach," he repeated again, harsher this time until his voice broke through Zagreus’ sex filled haze. "Let me take care of you."
When Zag finally understood his intention, he couldn’t flip over to his stomach fast enough.
"Do not speak," Than ordered, watching as Zag trembled beneath him. "Just feel." Than found his center and pushed a finger slowly inside him. "Feel me, Zag."
And he made certain Zag would.
He touched and stroked him until his fingers were slick, until Zag’s shoulder shook with effort to keep himself still, until Zag made the soft restless moan he’d been waiting for, that he recognized from his best fantasies. When he felt how pliant and loose Zag was for him, he sank into him all the way to the hilt. Zag gasped and stilled, his chest rising and falling in short, staccato bursts, and Than thought he might die right then from the tight bliss of Zag’s heat.
Leaning over Zagreus, he pushed deep. He bit and licked at Zag’s nape, reveling in the taste of his sweat, the salty sweet taste of him in his mouth, the shiver of his prince’s body around his. Zag mad a low, keening moan that matched the agony burning through him. Than was sure he was going to die. Sooner or later he was going to die from the pleasure of Zag, from his lustrous and wet and hot body. And it would be worth it, every moment, every instant of suffering he suffered until that point was worth it, because now--
They moved together. They stretched and held and tasted each other.
"Zag," Than gasped, plunging, unable to stop. Zagreus was satin and fire. Than lost himself at once, the heat of Zag burning him to his core.
Their limbs were a tangled mess, their mouths locked in attempted kisses, interrupted by their desperate panting and moans. Than thrust himself into Zagreus’ heat again and again, losing himself fully to his prince.
"Gods, Than--blood and--" he gasped, voice a ragged wreck. He let out a high noise that might’ve been a "please."
"I’ve got you, love, I’ve got you," Than murmured, rocking deep into Zagreus. "That’s it. Let go for me."
"Than--" Zag’s voice was nearly a sob as he came, untouched, driven to his climax only by Than’s cock inside him and his words.
Than tipped over the edge as well, spilling deep into his prince, and couldn’t help the loud moan that fell from his lips. The thought of both of them inside the other, filled with each other’s spend, made something warm fill his chest.
He gave Zagreus a deep kiss, pouring all his love into it.
Something light smacked against his head from above, startling him. "What--" Than snapped. It was a little handkerchief, dotted with embroidered pink hearts, a note tied to it with delicate ribbon. Zag giggled a soft, breathless laugh as Than read it.
Something to clean up with, hm?
Do tell me all about it when you come back up here to give me your thanks.
XOXO--Eros
They cleaned up, the two of them feeling drained but satisfied. Than was forced to admit Eros’ gift was soft and lush, and cleaning up with it felt soothing.
"You feel better now, Than?" Zag asked him.
"Much better," he said, thankful to control the words from his mouth once again.
"That spell on you... I can’t believe how many dirty thoughts you’d been having about me," Zagreus said with a cocky grin.
He put a hand to his face to hide his embarrassment. "I’m sorry. I didn’t--"
"Don’t be sorry," Zag said, gently pulling his hand from his face to look at him. "It was really hot. And... I love you."
"I love you too," Than said. Then he grimaced. "I need to pay a visit to Eros."
"I wish I could go with you," Zag pouted. Then he let out a large yawn, and Than blinked in surprise.
"You, tired? That must’ve been just what you needed, hm?"
"Sleep with me, Than, before you go, please?"
Than settled into bed beside him and Zagreus scooted in close. They drifted to sleep within minutes.
It had been over a century since Thanatos had last allowed himself to sleep. The haziness of waking was unfamiliar, leaving him confused and vulnerable. He recognized the body tucked into his side, however; Zagreus’ presence was soothing.
Thanatos shifted, making to tighten his hold on the other god into something more secure. "Good morning," Zagreus greeted immediately, "Or night. Or— You know what I mean."
Death hummed in agreement, not quite ready to relinquish his Prince. He buried his face in Zagreus’ soft, unruly hair. There he remained for a long while, drinking in the man beside him while he gathered his thoughts.
For one, his body didn’t ache, despite the reckless abandon with which they’d made love. In fact, Thanatos felt rather good. What was the word for it? Happy? Content? Peaceful?
With Zagreus in his arms like this, he felt —
Whole.
He felt whole.
Emotion welled in Thanatos’ throat at the realization. A choked sound escaped him.
"Than?" Zagreus wriggled free from his embrace to meet his eyes.
Than looked raw, his soul laid bare. "I love you, Zagreus," was all he could manage.
An understanding smile nearly split the Prince’s face in two. "I love you, too," he murmured, before drawing Thanatos into a slow, cloying kiss.
Zagreus studied him after breaking away. He traced his fingers along the slope of Thanatos’ cheekbone.
"Stay a little longer, won’t you?" he begged. As dense as he could be sometimes, he understood that Than had a pressing job to return to.
"Zag…" he groaned
Mismatched eyes darkened before him. "Stay, Than." Zagreus shifted, grinding against his hip.
Thanatos blinked. "Blood and Darkness!" he huffed, "How are you still…?"
A cheeky tone crept into Zagreus’ voice. "I don’t think one more round is going to hurt anybody." He smoothed a hand across Thanatos’ broad chest, catching a nipple between his fingers. "Besides," he continued, "I wanna know what it’s like when you’re not drunk on Eros’ fuck-potion."
Reminded suddenly of his earlier, completely debauched behavior, an embarrassed blush colored Thanatos’ cheeks. Before he could make a decision, however, Zagreus shifted again. Warm, gentle lips pressed against his own.
"Please, Thanatos."
The god sighed when Zagreus pulled away. He acquiesced. "…Alright. One more round," Thanatos promised.
Zagreus beamed. "I love you."
Without the fevered need driving them, they could take their time. Thanatos kissed Zagreus deep and slow, savoring the feel of his full lips, his warmth, putting all of it to memory.
Zagreus was eager as ever, quickly throwing himself on top of Thanatos, straddling him and grinding his obvious arousal against him, both of them still naked from before.
Zagreus may have wanted another round, but Than was going to set the pace. He gripped Zagreus’ tiny waist in his hands, stilling his Prince’s desperate rocking to a slow grind. Zagreus let out a broken noise in response, and Than couldn’t help smile into the kiss.
"How do you want me this time?" Zagreus panted.
Than hummed, considering his options. His grip tightened. "What were you thinking of before that got you so worked up already?"
Zagreus opened his mouth to answer, but Than cut him off with a quick kiss.
"Don’t say it," Than said. "Just show me."
Zagreus straightened up. He smiled coyly, playing his fingers around Than’s sensitive neck. "Are you sure about that, love? I don’t think you know quite what you’re about to get yourself into."
Beneath him, Thanatos shuddered. "I’ll take my chances," he breathed.
Something dangerous flashed in Zagreus’ eyes. He reached up, searching for the bottle of oil that had been hastily shoved back onto the shelf. Zagreus settled back, straddling Than’s thighs. He poured the thick, perfumed fluid over his fingers. Eyes of molten gold followed his every move, alight with curiosity. Those eyes fluttered shut as slick fingers curled around his cock. A low whine worked itself free from his chest as the contact withdrew.
Thanatos was about to open his mouth to voice his annoyance when Zag took them both in hand. Than gasped, arching as Zagreus rolled his hips, forcing their cocks to slide together. "Zag…!" he panted.
Zagreus leaned down, mouthing wetly against Thanatos’ ear. "You spoiled me rotten, Thanatos. Now let me return the favor."
Than bit his lip, silencing the embarrassing noise that threatened to spill free. His fingers dug deeper into Zagreus’ waist, begging him to move.
Warm laughter tickled Than’s neck. Zagreus began to rock his hips, grinding their cocks together in earnest and working Than until he was fully hard. "Ready?" Zagreus murmured.
"Please…!"
Bracing his hands on Thanatos’ chest, Zag pushed himself upright. He adjusted his position so he was straddling Than’s waist. Deft fingers closed around Than’s cock, lining him up. With a slow, smooth movement, Zag took all of him, eyes rolling back.
Thanatos’ hand clapped over his mouth, muffling his obscene noise. Tears pricked the edge of his vision.
A lopsided smile distorted Zagreus’ features. He tilted his head back, exposing the length of his throat and laughing giddily at the ceiling. "Fuck! Than, you… Fucking gods…!" He snapped forward, cupping Thanatos’ face between his hands. "You feel so good."
Thanatos could only gape at the god above him. His grip had tightened enough that Zagreus felt like he was about to shatter in his hands. He forced his fingers to uncurl and took a deep breath to recenter himself.
"You alright?" Zag murmured.
Slowly, Than nodded. He swallowed thickly. "Yeah, I’m… I’m fine."
"Good," Zagreus hummed. But he remained still.
Thanatos squirmed, pinned between the mattress and Zagreus’ weight. "Zag…!" he snapped, desperation edging his voice. "Move!"
Zagreus fixed him with a haughty look. "Beg."
Than’s eyes widened. "W-What…?" he spluttered.
"I said: ‘Beg.’" Zagreus leaned closer. "I want you to tell me just how much you want me."
A groan lodged itself in Thanatos’ throat. His head thumped against the pillow. This version of Zagreus was completely different from the docile one that had been writhing on his cock only a few hours prior. This version of Zagreus was going to kill him.
Almost as if on cue, Zagreus shifted, circling his hips and tightening around him.
Finally, Thanatos snapped, pawing desperately at Zagreus’ thighs. "Zag…!" he panted, "Zag, please, just…! I can’t…! Please! Please, ride me! Use me — I’m yours…!"
The Prince purred. "See? That wasn’t so hard now, was it?" Zagreus leaned back further, bracing his hands on Than’s thighs and shifting his center of gravity.
Gods have mercy, Thanatos silently pleaded.
With that stupid, gorgeous, shit-eating grin plastered across his face, Zagreus set a grueling pace. He moaned loudly, head lolling back between his shoulders. The angle allowed him to drive his hips down as hard and fast as he was able, slamming himself down on Than’s cock with his entire body weight.
Thanatos’ head was spinning. He couldn’t even breathe, let alone think. He clung to Zagreus’ hips, gritting his teeth and doing everything he could not to scream. He forced his eyes open, blinking through tears to watch Zagreus ride him.
Bruises littered his body from the night (or day?) before; Thanatos had drawn new scratches down his thighs; sweat was beginning to bead between his pectorals; his beautiful, bitten lips stretched open, shamelessly voicing his pleasure; his cock bobbed with each movement, drooling precum all over Than’s stomach.
He was perfect.
Zagreus lifted his head, watching with pride as Thanatos crumbled beneath him. Bringing Death Incarnate to the precipice was no easy feat in itself, and Zagreus was determined to break him entirely.
Something cracked in Thanatos’ chest. The tears spilled over, carving paths across his flushed face. A choked sob escaped him. It was so much, yet still not enough. It was Zagreus’ laughter that finally snapped him. Bright, excited, and so full of life.
Than’s entire body trembled with convulsions and bitten-off sobs as he spilled into the Prince. Zagreus slowed immediately, grinding his hips in order to milk everything he could from his beloved. He finally stopped when the tension drained from the man beneath him.
"You good?" Zagreus asked cheekily.
Thanatos barely heard him. He was tingling down to his fingertips, and it felt like his mind had been filled with fog. He nodded distantly.
Zagreus pressed a warm, soothing kiss to his mouth. "Talk to me, Than," he whispered.
Thanatos swallowed, blinking in an attempt to get his eyes to focus again. "Thank you…" he finally managed. He studied the man still sitting on his cock. Zagreus was still hard, with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "You didn’t…?"
"Come? Of course not."Zagreus leaned forward, eyes wild.
"I warned you, Than; you don’t know what you got yourself into."
Thanatos’ own eyes went wide. He was starting to wonder who was the true bringer of death at this point, for he was almost certain he saw his life flash before his eyes. Or perhaps those were the questions he had of what Zagreus could possibly be planning.
He swallowed down the unflattering sound of his surprise. "I... thought you said just one more round," Thanatos managed to reply, albeit breathlessly. "I still have-"
"Work?" Zagreus snickered. "Not a chance am I letting you get away with only coming once." He tipped his chin up and met his eyes with a dark, lustful smirk. "I want you dry before you even think about touching that scythe."
Thanatos felt his vision go again, any distant resolve he was still holding onto fully dissipating into the rapidly reheating atmosphere of the prince’s chambers. "Blood and darkness, yes," he whispered, leaning up to steal a kiss where he was met with hungry lips on his neck instead.
Zagreus lifted himself off of Than to grind their dicks together, earning him a mewl and nails digging into his hips in reaction to the stimulation on his still-sensitive dick. Zag nipped his way up to his love’s ear, giving the shell a little lick and letting out a little chuckle that sent a shiver down Death’s spine.
"Hey, I’ve got another idea I think you’re going to like," Zag hummed, slowing the roll of his hips. Thanatos dragged his nails down the prince’s thighs in frustrated restraint. "Is that so?"
"Oh it is so."
Thanatos watched with initial confusion as Zagreus rose to his knees, which quickly became revelation as he settled himself upside down over Death’s torso in the unmistakable form of a position he’d frankly always wanted to try.
Zagreus tossed him a gentler smile over his shoulder. "Is this okay?"
Thanatos could feel himself salivating at the delicious new view that had been brought straight to him.
Thanatos opened his mouth to draw in Zagreus’ cock, but choked out a moan as Zag reached him first, the blissful heat of his mouth wiping away all his thoughts. Than took a ragged breath and then leaned up to suck Zag’s cock.
The two were locked together, both trembling and groaning, and Than didn’t know it was possible to feel this connected to his love. He felt like he was reeling, still trying to catch up with the other rounds of sex and make sense of how lucky he was.
He poured his thanks into his motions, hollowing his cheeks and gripping Zagreus’ thighs with reverence.
Thanatos relaxed his jaw and swallowed the entirety of Zagreus’ length. The tip of Zagreus’ cock hit the back of his throat and he gagged out of reflex, unused to the sensation of having his mouth be used for more sensual pleasures.
Zagreus heard his discomfort. The nagging sense of guilt stabbed at his heart... It was no secret Than was inexperienced. Not because Than was unattractive, nor was it because he never had suitors. Mortals and gods alike have tried to bargain with Death, or they enjoyed the challenge of bedding the elusive god. But Thanatos never paid them any heed or fell for that stupid games. Zagreus was glad he was Thanatos’ first. It didn’t have anything to do with the foolish notion about the importance of virginity. No. It was because Thanatos deserved to be loved and worshipped, his body cherished with kisses. But what had he’d done? Though he knew last night was Thanatos’ first, he pushed the other to the brink of exhaustion. In his eagerness, he even begged Than for more. Eros’ potion or not, he shouldn’t have been so selfish. They have the rest of eternity together to explore each others’ bodies.
Zagreus shifted his hips, intending to lift himself from Thanatos’ sweet heat, but he yelped in surprise when Than dug his nails into his thighs and held on. Than refused to let him go.
Remembering the way Zagreus lovingly took his cock into his mouth, Thanatos’ tried to mimic his actions. His tongue laid flat against the underside of Zag’s length, clumsily licking at the veins. His throat bobbed as he tried to adjust for the size of Zagreus’ cock, and there, he heard the sweetest of Zagreus’ whimper. He smiled despite himself, lips stretched tight around Zagreus’ arousal. He remembered the mind-numbing sensation, the one where his vision tunneled and all he saw was white when Zagreus’ throat undulated around his cock. A burst of happiness filled his chest as he returned the favor from last night.
For a novice, Than was intuitive and naturally knew what needed to be done in bed. Thanatos adjusted his hold, wrapping his arms around Zagreus’ waist. It gave Zag a wider range of motion, allowing him the honor to fuck his mouth, but not so much where he could get up without Than’s permission. If Zag wanted him to loosen his hold, he’d have to shoot cum down his throat first.
Was there really a need for Zagreus to be considerate? He teased Than about wanting to bed him without Eros’ spell influencing him, but now he knew. It wasn’t Eros’ spell that made Than assertive in bed. Than had always had it in him. He just held it in check. This side of Than he’d never seen before, it excited Zagreus to his core. Even after aeons of knowing Than, there were still parts of him he still hadn’t discovered.
Zagreus gasped as the tremors of Thanatos’ growl ran across his cock. Than gave a warning slap across his ass, the sting quickly smooth by his hand massaging the reddened area. "You’re forgetting something," he seemed to be saying, arching his back and pressing his own leaking cock closer to Zagreus’ idle hands.
Zagreus was on him immediately, swallowing him down like a man starved. Thanatos groaned around his cock and strong arms squeezed his waist in encouragement. Than found that having his airway mostly blocked was both thrilling and frightening, but the delicious sounds Zagreus made around his dick were worth it.
Zag ground his hips downward, doing his best to fuck into Thanatos’ mouth with the arms around him restricting his movements. Still, the short, quick thrusts were enough. A choked, wet moan escaped from Death before he hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder.
All at once, Zagreus forgot about the dick stuffed in his own mouth. His vision had gone white. Zag was fraying; lost in the tight heat of Thanatos’ mouth. He whimpered pathetically around Than’s length, squirming. In response, Than’s arms only tightened, determined to make Zagreus come down his aching throat.
Hiccupping and gasping around his beloved, Zagreus did just that. He was powerless and limp as Thanatos drank his release like the finest ambrosia.
The arms around him loosened when he finished, allowing him to finally be free of that sinful mouth. Thanatos chuckled, voice raspy and wrecked. "That was fast," he teased. He glanced down at the man still drooling around his cock, as if it was the only thing still tethering him to this world. A hand affectionately patted his ass. "Scoot down a bit, dearest. I’m not done with you yet."
The Prince quickly obeyed. Hands wrapped around his ass, spreading him open. Zagreus’ hole twitched, golden seed spilling down his taint. Thanatos hummed, squeezing the soft, pliant flesh in his palms.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he tutted playfully. "Look at you, Zag. You’re such a mess." A thumb swept a line through the come, scooping it up and pushing it back in.
Beneath him, Thanatos shifted. Zagreus gasped loudly as legs wrapped around him, gently squeezing his head between pillowy thighs, and locking him in place.
Between his legs, Zagreus wailed. He quickly looped his arms around Than’s thighs, hugging them closer. Thanatos raised his eyebrows. "Tighter?" he offered.
Zagreus frantically nodded. He moaned, eyes rolling, as the strong, soft thighs around his head pressed closer, bordering just on the edge of too much and not enough.
Death smiled. He had Zagreus completely immobile, gagged, and at his mercy. He leaned in, licking a long line from Zag’s balls to his eager hole. He could taste himself there, and feel how loose he’d left his Prince.
Than’s tongue traced circles around his entrance, teasing him. Zagreus writhed, trying to fuck himself onto that tongue. Blunt nails dug into Zagreus’ soft cheeks. "Patience, Zag," Than gently chastised.
Fingers hooked on Zag’s rim, pulling him open. Thanatos lapped up the come that spilled free before finally letting his tongue slip inside. It was Thanatos that had put Zag in this wet, fucked-open state. This was his fault and he loved it. The thought made him shudder.
He set to work in earnest, ravishing Zagreus’ ruined, dripping hole with his tongue. Between his legs, the Prince was trembling. Thanatos pulled away, nipping at spit-slicked skin. He could feel Zagreus’ cock twitching, making a valiant effort to harden again. Than took a deep breath.
Paying careful attention to Zag’s discomfort, Thanatos used his hips and thighs to rock against Zagreus’ glorious mouth, seeking release. Simultaneously, he began to fuck Zagreus on his tongue, the taste of his own come flooding his mouth.
Zagreus cried out around Thanatos’ cock, arching his back and digging his nails into Than’s thighs. Than snapped, thighs tightening painfully around Zagreus’ head as he rode out the waves of his second orgasm.
Finished, Thanatos released his vice grip on the Prince, quivering beneath him. Zagreus allowed Than’s spent cock to fall free from his mouth. "Fuck," he rasped, voice almost completely gone. He pressed a kiss to Than’s thighs before pushing himself to sit up, perching on Thanatos’ chest.
With a shaky sigh, Zagreus rolled, collapsing next to Than on the bed. "You’re going to kill me with that mouth," he panted.
"Well, now, that would be tragic, considering your current state," Thanatos smiled, pointedly eying Zag’s naked form.
"Oh, gods, can you imagine?" Zagreus laughed. "I’d never be able to look Father in the eye again. Hypnos would never let us live it down."
"Eugh! Don’t bring my brother into this!" Thanatos groaned.
Zagreus rolled to his side, a mischievous grin on his face. He slid his arms around Than’s neck and tugged him close. "Better shut me up then."
Thanatos rolled his eyes, but he smiled. He kissed Zagreus slowly, pouring his love for the Prince into his every movement. Thanatos kissed him with a mindless, devoted passion, until they were giddy and giggling like they were children again.
Death cradled Life against his chest, peppering kisses to the top of his head and revelling in his warmth. Ever restless, Zagreus broke free from his hold, lowering his cherished partner back to the pillows.
"One last time," Zagreus murmured, draping himself over his lover. "I want to take you like this; I want to see your face when I fuck you, nice and slow; I want you, Thanatos; to serve you, to savor every last bit of you." Slender fingers traced Thanatos’s cheekbones. "Let me worship you, my love. Let me show you the depths of my adoration, one last time."
With a smile Zagreus could only call sensual, Thanatos’ eyes met his, as if challenging him to look, look at what he’ll do. Gone was the shy and nervous god, so easily flustered by a love confession. Here in Zag’s bed was Death, strong and confident, and more alluring than any nymph, siren, or even the Goddess of Love herself (sorry, Aphrodite). It was as if a spell had fallen over Zagreus. He was unable to tear his eyes away from Thanatos, enchanted by the sight of him lying back upon his pillows and sheets, the silver hair spilling across the blood-red pillow like liquid starlight. But it wasn’t a spell that pulled him. It was love and devotion and their long centuries of yearning finally fulfilled.
Thanatos turned his head and drew his prince’s dexterous finger into his mouth. His tongue languidly wrapped around the digit, licking him from the base of his knuckle to the very tips of his nail, reminiscence of what he’d just done to Zagreus’ cock. With a pop and a rare arrogant grin, Than let Zag’s finger go. He settled down into the pillows and raised his arms above his head. "Well then, worship me, Zag. I’m already here aren’t I?"
It was all the invitation Zagreus needed. He surged forward, capturing Than’s mouth with his own, pouring every ounce of his want and desire into the kiss. "Do I need to get you ready?" He asked, taking a pause in memorizing the shape and feel of the other’s lips. "Are you still loose from last night?"
"Zag." Than’s strong pair of thighs wrapped around Zag’s waist. He dug his heels into the small of Zag’s back, urging him forward and closer. "I still remember how it feels to have you inside me, the shape of your cock," he whispered his confession against Zag’s mouth. "Life and Death one and the same... I feel empty without you."
Was it because he carried mortal blood? Was that why his heart ached with every word Than spoke? His love for Death, his other half, was boundless. It was difficult to give voice or form to the love.
Zag brought his body down, twining his hands through lustrous hair.
Than’s arms moved from the top of the bed to around Zag’s neck. He pulled him in for a kiss, his lips hungry for the other, imprisoning him even as Zag entered his body. Their bodies entwined, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle finally finding home.
Zag laid still on stop of him. "Than," he gasped, trembling as he resisted the urge to move his hips. He laid his forehead against Than, sharing a labored breath with his Heart.
Without a word needing to be said between them, Than understood what it was Zag was asking. He arched his back, allowing Zag to adjust their position. A soft moan escaped both their lips as Than suddenly took him deeper. But other than the tiny shift of their bodies, the two laid motionless, as if willing for time to stand still.
And after a moment of quiet contentment, of feeling Zag deep inside him, Than’s idle hands finally moved. He had the freedom to touch Zag anywhere he wished, without the fear and confusion that usually followed. He brushed the hair away from Zag’s face and allowed his hands to linger in it, traced a path to that bottom lip, along his cheekbones and across his brows, down back to his neck to the swell of his shoulders and the ridges of his back.
He soaked Zag in. Every sensation, every shared breath- he savored it all. As Zag laid on top of him, his legs around the other’s waist, their bodies perfectly aligned, Zag’s heat slowly warmed his naturally colder core temperature. "Don’t you want to move?" Than lazily traced a nonsensical pattern around his prince’s back, feeling the tension in his muscles.
Zag shook his head. "I said I wanted you slow."
"Hm." Than traced a line down Zag’s back. Cupping his bottom with both hands, he pulled the younger god tightly against him. "Maybe we should’ve asked a boon from Hermes."
Than’s snarky comment earned him a chuckle from the other. He felt the vibration of Zag’s laughter deep inside him.
"If this is our last time before you leave, I don’t want it to end," Zag admitted. He softened his admission with a quick peck to Than’s mouth. "I want to keep you here in bed with me forever."
"I guess this is an improvement from being stuffed in a box. But Zag, you’ve come only three times."
"Have you been keeping track?!" When silence answered his question, Zag got his answer. "Than...this isn’t a compe-"
Than wrapped his ankles around Zag’s hips, taking him deep. "Shut up and move, you deadbeat."
Zag tried one last time to slow them both down. Keeping one arm around Than’s waist, he rocked gently inside him, increasing the depth and tempo of each stroke imperceptibly, but when Than crushed his soft mouth to his and began to move against his thrust, Zagreus was lost.
The dam was broken. Zag plunged into Than’s welcoming heat, unable to stop himself from driving in harder and deeper. The power of his strokes rocking the bed. He sought the sweet taste of Than’s mouth and kissed him with the same fiery urgency as he felt in his heart. His hand found his other half ’s on the pillow near his head. His hips rammed deeper as his fingers threaded through Than’s, holding tightly.
The universe came apart at the seams. A burst of pleasure tore through Zagreus. He came inside Than, pressing down so hard it had to have hurt, but Than only held him close with a glad, fervent sound as he spilled his cum over their stomach. Zag echoed the sound, a cold white light against his closed lids, bliss and pain and unbearable pleasure wringing through him.
When Zag could open his eyes again, he was filled with a feeling that was part joy, part awe, and part reverence. He gazed down at the god who had sent him to unparalleled heights of desire and unequalled depths of satisfaction.
"I want to marry you," he breathed, and in that moment he meant it.
"Don’t be an idiot, Zag." Than shifted from beneath him to stand at the bed side and materialized his clothes.
"I mean it," Zagreus said to him, love and confidence laced onto his sweet voice.
"I know you do, love." He hovered over to Zag to press a quick kiss to his prince’s head. "We can talk about that after I go to work. Someone has made me very late."
Zagreus giggled. "And yet, I can’t find it within myself to feel bad about that."
"You’re incorrigible," Thanatos said with no bite, kissing Zagreus once more. "I really must be going now, though."
"Wait! Before you go, try to give this to Eros for me, would you?" Turning his back away from Thanatos, Zagreus scrambled to the edge of his bed, hands starting to sort through the chest placed at the end of it. "Here it is!" he said with excitement, meeting Than once again. "A nice, unopened bottle of Ambrosia for the god of Love."
Thanatos took the bottle. "Goodbye for now, my love," Thanatos said, eyes locking onto Zagreus. There were no more words to be said as he disappeared to the surface. Looking back on it now, Than was certain that his stupidly happy lovestruck look of his stayed with him the whole day while he worked, if not more. How lucky the mortals were, to be seeing Death so full of life, of love.
Thanatos came to Eros with hesitance. For one, he knew that Eros could read Thanatos like an open book, and considering everything lustful that he did with Zagreus—that was horrifying. However, there were still some things that needed to be said between the two of them, and the gift Zag wanted to give. So here he was, quietly shifting into Eros abode. Eros spotted Thanatos with obvious excitement, his wings fluttering about with a face full of mischievousness.
"Oh dear me, my little death is back, fully satisfied with my help I presume?" With feathered white wings, the love god started to float around Than, that devilish teasing smile of his never leaving his face. Eros gave out another small chuckle to himself before adding on: "Oh don’t worry, you don’t need to answer that—I already know the answer."
Before Thanatos could respond to such a thing, Eros hovered even closer to Than’s face, dangerous red eyes staring right at him. "Welcome to my domain, Thanatos," he whispered out. "It took you a while to get here, but I could sense that it was a fantastic beginning. And for quite a while too! Do tell me all about it when you can, alright?"
Thanatos didn’t know whether to blush or to roll his eyes. He thinks he did both. More than anything, though, he was annoyed. "Eros. Never do anything like that again. You hear me?" If the other Olympians got wind of this event, he and Zag would have to kiss their privacy goodbye. Than shuddered at the thought of it. "You must know there would be severe consequences if word got out," he added seriously.
Eros, however, was not phased by his words. "Hey man, don’t threaten me with a good time," he said with a wink.
"Urgh, why do I ever bother." Giving up this tiresome conservation, Thanatos prepared himself to shift away—until a pair of hands stopped him by his shoulders.
"Hey little death, don’t go just yet!" Eros’ cunning face dropped to one of sincerity, making Thanatos pause his efforts. "Before you go, I do honestly want to say— congratulations, truly." His voice soft, Eros said, "Hold on to him and cherish him, okay?"
"I will," Than said simply and honestly, the words falling to him easily. "He means everything to me."
No longer had he felt the urge to snuff out his desires and veil his words in secrecy. There was no need to. Than knew in his heart and soul that Zag was his and he was Zag’s. There was no other place Death belonged to but to Life—to his prince, his love, his beloved. And that, above all else, was the simple truth.
Eros, because of course he did, gave him a knowing smirk.
Before he could regret it, Than summoned his bottle of Ambrosia he was certain he wasn’t going to use for this conservation, and gave it to Eros. "From Zag," he said. "And um—thanks for the encouragement, I guess."
"It was no problem," Eros said. "I am the best wingman, after all."
For once, Thanatos had nothing to disagree with.