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The Immortal Heart	By : amandalee Category: 1 through F > Clash of the Titans (2010) > Clash of the Titans (2010) Views: 7819 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 37

Weeks passed and the inevitable finally arrived. Zeus and Poseidon felt ready to face their father, both in mind and combat. They sent a nymph to inform Chiron one morning at the break of dawn. The same nymph would return to tell the gods where they would convene and how many the centaur had brought to fight on their side. In the meantime, all the family could do was wait.

While Poseidon walked to the valley to see if the horse herd was still visiting the fields, Hades sat solemnly in the bedroom his two brothers shared. It did not take long for Zeus to enter, not expecting to find the elder god there.

“Hades.” He walked over to him taking a seat next to him on the bed. “What troubles you?”

“You could already tell?” Hades asked.

“Your eyes are far too easy to read when you are sad. Tell me.”

“If Chiron’s information arrives today, the two of you will leave tomorrow morning, at the latest,” Hades finally replied. He immediately felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer to his youngest sibling.

“Do not fret over our departure. It signals the coming of a new age. We will return victorious, and then I will rule the heavens in my father’s stead.” Zeus smiled, nuzzling his brother’s temple. “With you by my side.”

“We do not yet know the outcome of the battle,” Hades said in a small voice, afraid of breaking down and starting to weep in his brother’s arms. “What if you do not return at all? What shall I do? What shall our sisters do? We are helpless without you. And I could not live without you, Zeus, even if Cronos would spare our lives. I would succumb to grief.”

“Hades…” The leader of the Olympians cupped the older god’s chin in his hand and turned Hades’ face up toward himself. “Hades, my love, you must not think such dark thoughts. You must trust my word and put your faith in my ability to defeat our father. Do you understand?”

Hades nodded, but at the same time he was everything except convinced. “I do have faith in you,” he said, leaning against the bigger god. How unfathomable it was to think that perhaps this would be the last time he’d be allowed to feel Zeus’ touch. The mere thought made his resolve crumble, and soon tears were pouring down his cheeks in thick rivulets.

Rather than telling his brother to be strong and scold him for his tears, Zeus held the other closer, embracing the slender form tenderly. He could understand Hades’ anguish, and despite his outwardly flawless confidence, Zeus knew that the battle might or might not end in his favor. If the latter would occur, he wanted at least one more memory to cherish of his chosen mate.

“We still have tonight, dearest,” he said. “Let us make the most of it.” To punctuate his statement, Zeus kissed his brother on the lips.

Hades leaned into the kiss at first but then pulled away, apprehensive. “As long as we don’t treat it as that one last time,” he answered. “I do not want to think of it as the final chance. It will make our goodbyes sound like “goodbye forever”.

Zeus did not reply or nod. He only leaned into another kiss and placed his big warm hands against a lily white neck. Hades shut his eyes and immersed himself in that touch.

“Lay back,” Zeus softly said, and the older god obeyed. Already his lithe body was relaxed and limp, ready to take whatever his leader had in store for him.

In no time at all, the youngest Olympian had Hades’ robes on the floor. Lips hovering over the waiting body, Zeus set gentle kisses down the front of his brother’s torso. He reached the hair of Hades’ groin, considered, and passed it. He still saw no reason to orally pleasure him, though he enjoyed the act upon his person countless times.

Instead he kissed and nuzzled town the slight curve of the other god’s thigh. He felt the reactions of his brother before he could hear the lustful moans, the shiver of pleasure detectable just under the warm skin. Zeus contemplated his brother’s thin legs as he kissed the thighs, and finally lifted the right ankle, cradling it and the bend of Hades’ knee in his hands.

Hades did not know where his brother’s behavior was going, nor did he care. He only waited, ready for whatever may be done to him. He thought he was ready. He did not expect to feel Zeus’ hands close around his right foot and begin to rub.

Opening his eyes, Hades looked up in curiosity as his youngest brother. Zeus wrapped one hand around the knee and the other around the foot, massaging. Hades could not keep himself from smiling.

“Brother, what’s gotten into you?” he asked, half-jesting, as he did not recognize Zeus’ new strangely indulgent behavior.

“What?” Zeus said, looking up from the limb he was gently kneading. “Am I not allowed to show you how much I care for you? How much I value your spirit as well as your body?”

Hades’ feet were quite large for his short, slender physique, but they were beautifully shaped with long, elegant toes which mirrored the shape of his fingers. Zeus noted that his brother’s feet did not emit an altogether pleasant odor, the same as his own, but he was willing to tolerate it for the time being, as long as his actions brought a look of bliss to Hades’ visage.

Eyes closed, Hades surrendered fully to the sensation of having his feet looked after. No one, not even Demeter, had ever done this for him until now, and he was deeply honored that his brother was willing to.

Zeus grinned when he passed his thumb along the curve of Hades’ foot sole and the other god responded with a jerky twitch.

“Ticklish, are we?” he mused, repeating the action. This time a mere shiver passed through Hades’ body, and Zeus could spot a distinct hardening of his member. “You are truly enjoying this, aren’t you, brother?”

An unintelligible murmur was Hades’ only answer, and he reached down to stroke himself languidly. “Enjoying it” was not sufficient to describe his feelings about the treatment by far. With Zeus’ hands working on his right foot, Hades let his left one trail along Zeus’ still clothed thigh. Finding the hem of his brother’s robe, he slowly worked his foot in under Zeus’ clothing.

“I gather you want me similarly undressed,” Zeus said with a smile as he turned his attention to his brother’s left foot.

“I want to feel you against me,” Hades mumbled. “I want nothing between us, ohhhh…” His left foot felt the equal amount of care the right had received, and he continued to touch himself. Zeus hummed, his deep voice soft but filling the room. When he was finished at his task, the younger god resumed his kisses, starting at the navel and reaching Hades’ lips. Hades sighed blissfully and used his free hand to search for and squeeze Zeus’ sex. Zeus moaned into Hades’ mouth as they kissed.

Arms against the mattress to considerately hold most of his weight, Zeus’s lips traveled to Hades’ ear and he whispered: “I am going to make love to you.”

“Yes.” Hades closed his eyes, enjoying his lover and brother’s voice. Soon they would no longer just be brothers. They could call one another husband.

The older god received a peck on the cheek before his source of warmth and satisfaction rose from the bed and retrieved the oil. Hades only waited. He considered touching himself to show how eager he was to be pleasured, but he controlled himself, waiting for Zeus to return to the bed.

The two gods locked eyes with one another as Zeus slicked his fingers and entered them into Hades. The old Hades would have averted his vision, but now he understood that looking into Zeus’ eyes did not have to end with doubt of suspicions of judgment and ridicule.

He gasped and arched his back when Zeus’ fingers found the special spot inside him and rubbed against it with conscious intent. But no matter how lovely the fingers felt, Hades could not wait for something bigger to enter him.

“Please,” he simply said, more emotion behind that single word than anything else he could express.

“Yes,” Zeus murmured, and he quickly withdrew his fingers from the tight, hot passage, using the excess oil to slick his own sex in preparation for their union. Despite their raving passion and eagerness to get started, neither wanted their lovemaking to be over, as they knew in their hearts that they might not get another chance.

Zeus lifted his fellow god’s legs and hooked Hades’ ankles over his shoulders; a position that would grant him maximum depth of penetration. Hades whimpered when Zeus finally entered him, and the way his face scrunched up briefly suggested that he was in pain.

“Dearest?” Zeus asked, stroking the shins resting against his shoulders. “What is it? Are you hurting?”

Hades shook his head, not trusting his voice to give an audible reply. Instead he reached forward, grasping blindly for Zeus to encourage him to begin; an offer which the younger god took readily.

If there is one thing I will miss, this is it, he thought while sinking fully into his brother. The idea of spending a lot of time, perhaps weeks on end without anyone to make love to was dreadful to him.

Zeus thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, savoring the sensation of how he felt inside his eldest brother. A small but nagging fear kept telling him he would someday forget how Hades felt in that snug hold around him. But soon enough he was asking if he should go faster, and Hades nodded with much enthusiasm. Zeus gladly obliged.

*

Poseidon, disappointed that he could not find the stallion amongst its herd, came home with a heavy heart. In his disenchantment, he had thrown himself into training with his weaponry instead of making more flying horses, much to Zeus’ insistence to the latter. He thought perhaps he should drive his unhappy thoughts away through rest, but his bed was unfortunately preoccupied. He had only taken one step into the room when he plainly saw the sight before him, Zeus rutting with wild abandon with Hades. They did not seem to sense his presence.

He was out of the room as immediately as he had entered it.

*

Though quiet at first, both Zeus and Hades began to moan, perhaps a subconscious effort to profess their love. The moaning became louder, and neither cared about the noise they made, or whether or not it could be making Hera force wads of sheets against her ears as a muffler. Zeus grunted, his deep voice carrying through the walls, while Hades cried out with every exhale. Both of them felt the pressure building up in their chests, ready to burst out in all directions throughout their glistening, heated forms.

Hades did not care that Zeus had almost folded him in two by pushing his legs toward his shoulders; the feel of his brother’s thick sex plunging in and out of him drove away all other sensations. The position made it awkward for him to stroke himself, so he didn’t, but such turned out to be not even necessary, as Hades found himself climaxing without the inclusion of hands. His seed spurted from his member, squeezed in between their bodies, and the older god could only wait for his brother to follow.

Zeus buried his face against the long, pale neck presented to him, and a primitive urge to bite into Hades’ skin to mark him emerged. Zeus quickly suppressed the urge, not wanting to hurt his brother, and instead he focused on the pleasure radiating from his loins. He was so close…

Hades felt his brother’s release filling him and coating his snug inner walls, and he braced himself for the moment Zeus would collapse atop him. Such did not happen, as the younger god was considerate enough to roll off his smaller sibling before lettings the strength drain from his arms. Hades instantly missed the physical connection between them, and to give himself the next best thing, he curled up against the Olympian leader’s broad chest, savoring the feel of skin to skin contact. It could not substitute having the other inside him, but it was as close as he would get without actual coupling.

“I am going to miss you so much…” Hades murmured, fearing he might cry again. “Who will hold me at night when you are not here…?”

Zeus hummed in thought and nuzzled his brother’s hair, savoring the scent. It seemed Hades always had such pleasantly fragrant hair.

“You could always ask Demeter to do it,” he suggested in good humor. “The two of you are always so sweet to each other.”

Hades wanted to laugh, but the tears behind his eyes were willful to make themselves known.

“It would not be the same,” he said. The dampness of his youngest sibling’s perspired skin was beginning to cool in the moments following climax, and he pressed his forehead into the gentle cold. He hoped any tears which crept from his closed eyes would not be detected.

“I will miss you too,” Zeus finally said, uncertain of what he could possibly say to soothe his brother. “I will think of you always, and it will help keep me focused in battle.”

“Please don’t laugh when I say this,” Hades began, his voice wavering. His face remained hidden at first, but he thought it more fitting to truly face his brother. “I… I may be weaker than you and Poseidon. For all I know I am weaker than our sisters…” He held up a hand, placing the fingertips against the other god’s lips when he could see Zeus wanted to dispute. “And I may be incapable of defending myself. But I feel this strange urge within me. The urge to take care of you. I love you so much… I want to protect you.”

In any other circumstances, Zeus would have laughed. The notion of Hades being able to protect him was an amusing and somewhat ludicrous thought. But the dedication he saw in his eldest brother’s face meant that Hades meant what he said. Hades believed that his lack of strength did not matter.

“I am truly at a loss for words,” Zeus finally admitted.

“I know I would not be much use on the battleground…” the elder god quietly continued. “But I wish I could be there to watch over you nonetheless.”

“I won’t be by myself,” Zeus said reassuringly. “Poseidon will be there to fight alongside me. Chiron as well. They are capable warriors, and we will look out for each other. You needn’t worry, dearest. It is our wretched father who should be worried.”

“I cannot help it,” Hades murmured. “And I’ll be counting the hours until you are home again.”

The Olympian leader smiled at the grave vow made by his mate. “And I’ll be doing the same overseas until I can return.”

Hades did not want to go to sleep, knowing this was their last night together before the battle. However, Zeus needed what rest he could get before departing on such a taxing journey, and Hades was becoming rather weary himself.

As if sensing his sibling’s thoughts, Zeus suddenly announced it was time to sleep. “Get some rest, brother,” he advised. “Hopefully you will feel more at ease tomorrow when we awake.”

I truly doubt it, Hades thought, but he did not speak the words out loud. Zeus had enough troubles on his mind already; he didn’t want to become one of them.

“Good night, Zeus,” he said, not deviating from his spot curled up against the bigger god.

“Good night, Hades.” A kiss was placed on the dark crown, and within minutes, Zeus was asleep. Hades wished he could have possessed his brother’s ability to find rest, as he remained wakeful for hours.

*

Poseidon was not sure where to spend the night when the hours passed and Hades did not exit Zeus’ and his bedchamber. He understood fully that his brothers wanted to spend the night together, but the least they could have done was tell him ahead of time.

Standing in the hallway, the god weighed his options. Obviously he needed and deserved as much rest as Zeus, and he would definitely not sleep on a floor. Briefly he considered sharing a room with Hestia and Hera.

Or I could just sit on a knife, Poseidon thought to himself with a sigh.

Now that Hades was sharing bed space with Zeus, Demeter was one body short in her own room. Shrugging, Poseidon walked to Demeter’s room and gave her door a soft knock. Some rustling of a figure rolling over among sheets, then a sleepy answer.

“Who is it?”

“Poseidon.”

A pause, perhaps of consideration, then, “Come in.”

Poseidon entered and even in her tired state, the goddess could tell her brother was unhappy. “You look troubled, brother. What is the matter?”’

“Nothing of significance,” Poseidon replied. “I cannot find the horse I had given wings. He is likely keeping an eye out for me.”

“As you said before,” Demeter said, “he may send his wings through to another generation. Perhaps they will be a little more forgiving than their father.”

“I hope so,” Poseidon managed a smile. He nodded in the direction of the door, and thus the hallway as well. “Zeus is indisposed with Hades. There is no room for me.” He chuckled a little at the mental image of himself attempting to sleep in a bed whilst his brothers made love to one another beside or over him.

Demeter knew at once what Poseidon was suggesting. “I have enough room. You can sleep here tonight.”

“Thank you, so much,” the god said with a broad smile.

He proceeded to disrobe and Demeter moved closer to the wall to make place for her brother. Normally the space closest to the edge was occupied by Hades, and Poseidon could still catch his oldest brother’s scent in the bedclothes.

“Are you afraid of what is to come, brother?” Demeter asked when the two lay side by side in the small bed. She hoped that the rickety old piece of furniture would hold Poseidon’s weight, as the younger god was a great deal heavier than the bed’s usual occupant.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t,” Poseidon replied with a small chuckle. “We’ll be risking our lives, no matter what Zeus claims to know about our chances. We might never see Hades or our sisters again.”

Demeter reached out to brush back Poseidon’s curly dark hair as a gesture of sympathy and compassion. It had been a long time since she had spent a moment alone with him, especially an intimate one, and the goddess caught herself wondering if perhaps her brother wanted something more than a place to sleep.

She moved closer to him, allowing the sheet to slip down from her bare breasts, and placed her head on his shoulder. The god’s arm wrapped around her form in response, and Demeter wondered if he had interpreted her signals correctly.

“Do you wish to make love, Poseidon?” she asked after a while when he had made no attempts to initiate anything.

“You do not need to bother yourself with such chores,” Poseidon replied, patting a bare shoulder. Demeter rolled her eyes.

“But what if this is indeed the last chance you will ever have?” she asked. “Of course we hope it won’t be, but what if it is? Would you not wish for that last release?”

“The physical nature of making love can be substituted,” the god said, thinking of his two brothers. “My hand works fine, and I can use it at our camp if needed. Intimacy, however…” His hand pulled Demeter’s body even closer against him. “… is all I need.”

Demeter glanced up at him for a moment before resting her head on his chest again. “Are you certain?”

“Yes.”’

A few minutes passed where neither spoke, but Demeter could not help herself. “You’re absolutely certain…?”

“Why? Do you want to?”

“It only seems strange that our brothers are rutting like wild dogs and you would rather not,” Demeter explained, exasperated, puzzled, and slightly embarrassed. She did sound as though she was begging for her own sexual release, but Poseidon’s behavior in regards to the current situation was downright confusing.

“As I said, I can always use my hand for release,” Poseidon answered. “And unless something happens, that hand will be present and reliable at our camp. But for now, I simply need the warmth of one of my siblings. I need another living being here to reassure me.”

“Reassure you of what?”

“That we will have something worth fighting for. And coming back to.”

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