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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 53

Hades was sleeping in the cave one afternoon, Cerberus by his side. He had to confess that he had grown accustomed to the beast’s presence, though not its odor and mannerisms, but Cerberus had become a welcome companion. The god preferred not to be licked by the slobbering creature’s three tongues, but he knew this was only a gesture of affection, no matter how disgusting.

Just a few hours ago, Hades, missing his brothers so dearly and worrying for their safety, began to weep. Cerberus saw the state of that which it was meant to protect, and attempted to lick the tears away, much to Hades’ annoyance, and finally lay down next to the god, providing warmth. Here was where the beast remained, even as Hades fell asleep.

Hades could never clearly remember his dreams, and for that he was mostly relieved. What he could remember was a jumbled mess, and more than a few times he had woken up, panting and covered in cold sweat. From the way his body reacted to the dreams, Hades had deduced that they likely featured his recent violation. His inability to remember anything, however, made him not quite sure.

This time Hades’ dreams were not haunted by Atlas’ nightmarish visage. This time he dreamt of Zeus. The Olympian leader enveloped his brother in a warm, familiarly firm embrace, and the scent of his skin, clothes and hair filled Hades’ nose with fragrance and his mind with longing.

“Don’t leave me again…” he whispered, refusing to loosen his hold of Zeus. “You must not leave me.”

“I have to,” the younger god said calmly and finally unwound the tightly clasping arms from around his neck. “But I promise I will be with you again very soon.”

“Now!” Hades wanted to argue, but before he could implore further, Zeus’ face as well as his presence drifted away only to be replaced by a familiar but still very unpleasant odor. Also, something was currently tickling his feet.

“Stop that…” Hades muttered, drowsily kicking out and hitting something furry and wet. A pained whimper could be heard, but the tickling sensation did not cease. Rather it became more insistent and travelled up his shins. The tickling sensation continued to reach his knees but also remained on his feet. As he further awoke, he could only hope whatever was touching him was a trio of tongues and not a swarm of insects.

Opening his eyes, Hades saw Cerberus licking and nudging at his legs, seemingly desperate to wake him.

“Stop,” he commanded. “I am awake! Now what is the matter?”

Cerberus made a strange motion which could only be described as wiggling. The beast trotted out the mouth of the cave, then returned, looking at the god as though expecting him to follow. For a moment Hades worried that the wolves had returned and stolen his food. What if more titans had arrived and found him? Hades did not give himself the chance to wonder what this meant for his brothers, and he cautiously peeked out from the mouth of the cave, looking around warily.

At first he saw and heard nothing, but as he listened he realized he could hear voices, familiar ones at that. And steadily the voices were growing louder. Only when he heard the wonderful laughter of his youngest brother did Hades dare to truly believe Zeus had returned. Scrabbling to find something more suitable than a makeshift blanket, the sight of his beloved brother made him give up on his efforts, and he rose to his feet, quite naked.

“Zeus!” he cried out joyously as he stood at the cave opening. Reacting to the greeting, Zeus looked up and grinned.

“My sweet brother,” he called back.

Hades did not spend any more time thinking over his actions. He, who had found walking alone to be a grim ordeal ever since the violation, broke into a run at the sight of his beloved. Dimly Hades registered that Zeus was shouting at him to slow down, to take it easy, but even if he’d wanted to, obeying such a command was impossible. A dull pain seeped from his pelvic area, accompanied by the ache of stretching muscles not used properly in a long while. Hades ignored all this. He would gladly pay the price of soreness to be in Zeus’ arms as quickly as possible.

He had, however, not expected the sudden needling agony exploding from his ankle as it twisted beneath him, sending Hades stumbling to the ground in a heap of pale, naked, spindly limbs.

Zeus’ outcry almost drowned out the one voiced by the fallen god himself, and rather than waiting for Hades to come to his arms, Zeus began to sprint toward his mate. Cerberus’ four legs, however, allowed the beast to reach Hades before the Olympian leader.

Knees and elbows scraped from the fall, Hades lifted his head only to be assaulted by three tongues simultaneously attempting to lick his face. Cerberus, being unable to lift his charge from the ground, was at least determined to provide comfort and encouragement.

“Get away from him, you filthy beast!” Zeus bellowed, using all his strength to shove Cerberus away from his brother.

Cerberus did not like this one bit, and was growling angrily at Zeus, but Chiron quickly stepped in before the situation could become any worse.

“It’s alright, you silly thing,” the centaur said, arms out as he trotted to the creature. “Your charge is unharmed.”

Hades could have had sympathy for his protector had he not been so engrossed in the fact that Zeus, his beloved brother and betrothed, was back. He had returned, alive and well, and the eldest god, despite his still healing form, wrapped his arms around Zeus and squeezed. He was determined to never let go.

“Are you alright, brother?” Zeus asked as he carefully lifted Hades in his arms, glancing at the twisted ankle which was already looking a little swollen. “You hit the ground rather badly.”

“What care I for an ankle when you’ve come back to me,” Hades said passionately as he nuzzled against the crook of his fellow god’s neck, inhaling the smell of sweat and dirt, but loving it more than he ever had. It was still his beloved Zeus. His dearest brother Zeus… He kissed him fervently, and the youngest god could barely hold back the affection.

“Oh, I have missed you,” Zeus said with a joyful laugh.

“Not nearly as much as I missed you,” Hades practically whispered.

“You truly think so?” the younger god asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It is good to see you in one piece, dear brother,” Poseidon said, placing a friendly hand against Hades’ dark hair. Hades smiled at him, grateful to whatever powers of fate that both of his brothers and his half-brother had returned unharmed and happy. Clearly based on their presence, things had turned in their favor on the battlefield.

“Were you victorious?” Hades asked. “Or should I bother asking?”

Zeus planted a kiss on his temple and gave him an affectionate squeeze.

“Victory, of course, Hades,” Chiron said, patting one of Cerberus’ heads. The three-headed beast looked noticeably anxious, likely still worried about the state of his charge.

Though he had no reason to doubt Chiron’s words, Hades could not help but wonder why his brothers were so subdued. Should they not be more proud of their victory, more triumphant? Zeus’ entire life had been spent in preparation of defeating his father, and now that his goal had finally been accomplished, he still acted as though it hardly mattered?

“But…?” Hades was forced to ask when no explanation came. “What is it? Is Cronos dead?”

“Oh, he is as dead as one can get,” Poseidon replied. “A lot of titans are. And the remaining ones will likely not be a bother.”

Hades glanced at Poseidon and then turned his eyes back to Zeus’ still smiling visage. While obviously joyful, the Olympian leader did not act the way Hades had expected him to in a situation like this. Zeus had always been immodest, bordering on boastful, and Hades had expected him to brag about his triumph on the battlefield for hours on end. He had been prepared to listen faithfully to his brother’s achievements and shower him with admiration and praise, and being robbed of the chance to do so left him slightly disappointed.

“Hades, you have no clothes on,” Chiron casually remarked to break the uncomfortable silence that had descended. “Are you not cold?”

Though Hades had been taken up in Zeus’ welcoming arms and was thus not bothered by the cold, he was suddenly reminded of his state of undress. A blush crept over his cheeks, Hades once again made aware of how scrawny and infirm his body was compared to his brothers’.

Zeus noticed the flush of color in Hades’ visage and while he knew Chiron meant no harm, he also knew that Hades could easily become embarrassed. Zeus did not understand why himself, but he decided now was not the time to leave his brother uncomfortable.

“Not when he has someone to provide him with warmth,” he said. Again he squeezed, and Hades cuddled up against him, smiling. The younger god smiled back.

“Now let’s get you inside and make a fire. We have brought some meat for a celebration dinner.”

“Oh good,” Hades responded. “With this brute as a cave mate, we have gone through most of the meat.”

“Have you?” Zeus asked suspiciously, glancing at Cerberus, who sat patiently, looking at Hades with three sets of eyes. “I would hope the beast has not been leaving you hungry…”

“Oh no, most definitely not,” Hades was quick to answer. “Some days Cerberus brings a kill back home to share with me… although sometimes it is covered in mud or severely mangled. But Chiron was right. You left a very capable protector with me.”

Chiron smiled and patted one of the three heads. “Good boys.”

Within seconds the reunited family was comfortably settled in the cave, though Chiron chose to remain at the edge of the cave opening for sake of keeping watch.

Morsels of meat were removed from a pack and cooked on the fire, and Zeus held Hades close to him, the elder god sitting in his lap and wrapped up in a fur and a cloak, sharing body heat with his leader. Cerberus had insisted on sharing the cave with the gods and half-god, wanting to be near both the food and his charge. The others found it both strange and amusing to see such big, frightening jaws being so careful when taking a piece of meat from Hades’ hand when offered a treat.

“He’s grown really fond of you, I can tell,” Zeus remarked. “And you seem to have taken to him, as well.”

“Like I said, he has been taking very good care of me,” Hades replied, scratching Cerberus behind one ear. A long, pink tongue licked the hand providing affection to the leftmost head, and the beast lay down again, two of its heads sleeping while the third dutifully kept their eyes on Hades. Cerberus was obviously not going to abandon his assignment simply because the other gods and the centaur had returned.

“Maybe he believes you are his pup,” Poseidon jokingly suggested and was met with laughter by Zeus.

“Has he tried to make you suckle from him?” the leader asked his mate, and Hades rolled his eyes at the outrageous suggestion.

“Unless you have failed to notice, Cerberus is male, and no, he has not.”

Hades, not having caught the jest in his youngest brother’s question, blushed anew when his two brothers and the centaur laughed out loud.

*

Zeus was convinced that the three-headed beast would not allow itself any rest and keep staring at Hades throughout the night. After the meal had been consumed and Cerberus had had his own share of it, the gigantic canine finally lay down to sleep. Poseidon, belly full and distended, had begun snoring as well, and Chiron had gone to find a sleeping place outside the cave.

Finally, Zeus thought, he would get some private time with Hades.

Shifting his position so that he could kiss his beloved, he nuzzled as he placed his lips against the curve of Hades’ neck, softly waking him. Hades made a little sigh as the sensation brought out of sleep, opening his eyes and looking up at the smiling face looking back at him.

“Mmmn…” He turned over to fully face his brother, and yawned before speaking. “What’s the matter?” He knew there was no moment of emergency when he was greeted by such calm, but morning had not come, so his curiosity was piqued.

“Nothing,” Zeus quietly replied, careful not to wake those who shared the cave with them. “But keep your voice down for now. The last thing we need is that smelly beast waking up and distracting us. Or Cerberus for that matter.”

Hand clamped over his mouth, Hades tried to hold back a giggle. “How can I keep my voice down if you make me laugh?” he whispered. “Also, Cerberus does not smell nearly has foul as when you left. I managed to convince him to wade in the pool our dear brother made for me.”

Zeus gave a quiet chuckle. “Yes, I should not tease them so. How is your ankle?”

Testing the movement of the joint, Hades regarded his ankle. “It is faring well, but still hurts a little. Hopefully it will be better in the morning. But… this is not all you woke me to ask, is it?”

Zeus smiled. “Indeed not.” He pressed another kiss, long and lustful, against Hades’ lips. Hades gave the smallest whisper of a moan at the affection. In his moments of pain, waiting for death after he had been attacked by Atlas, he never thought he would experience this feeling again.

While Zeus’ attentions were welcome to Hades, his brother’s hands caressing and kneading his flesh intimately brought back certain fears. Hades had not been intimate with anyone since the dreadful evening when he was brutalized by Atlas and his ilk, and while he had longed for it, he did not think he was quite ready, physically or spiritually, to be taken by Zeus.

Zeus noticed the sudden hesitation in his brother and momentarily ceased his fervent groping. He knew the reason for it, of course; it would have been even more surprising if Hades had not shown signs of nervousness considering what he had suffered through.

“Are you afraid?” Zeus asked gently, his large hand stroking the older god’s bare hip. The ordeal had made Hades shed even more weight from his already small frame, and the crest of his hipbone was more pronounced than ever.

The smoldering embers that remained of the fire were enough to light up Hades’ pensive, blushing face. He wanted nothing more than being able to provide pleasure to Zeus, but he was not yet fully healed and tried to find the words to share this information with his brother.

“I would never harm you,” Zeus continued, moving his hand up to cup Hades’ face. “You can trust me, dearest.”

“Oh, I know that,” Hades quietly replied. “And I trust you. With every fiber of my being.”

“Then what is it?”

“I… am not yet healed… down below. It hurts when I move. I’m afraid if… if we…”

“I understand, brother,” Zeus interrupted him. He could sense that his eldest brother was becoming not only nervous but ashamed. “This is not your fault. You need to heal, that’s all.”

The youngest Olympian gave his brother a kiss, which was returned eagerly.

“I still would like to…” Hades said timidly. “I just do not know what I am ready for yet.”

Zeus thought the matter over. Clearly penetrating Hades was out of the question for now, and yet the elder god claimed he was willing to be taken. But what could they do without hurting him?

One of Zeus’ large hands chucked Hades under the chin, getting his attention. “What if you pleasured me with your mouth?”

Hades swallowed, but Zeus could not tell if this was out of consideration or fear.

“I think I might be able to do that.”

Smiling, Zeus kissed his brother on the nose, receiving a smile in return. Nuzzling into the thin face, the younger god reached between the two of them, stroking first his own phallus, then Hades’ as a gesture of friendly encouragement. Hades gave a tiny gasp at the sensation and kissed Zeus’ chest on his way down.

I can do this, the smaller god said silently to himself. At least I never had one of these in my mouth from those filthy monsters. But I did have their dirty fingers there, he thought. He quickly tried to ignore the memory, reminding himself this was Zeus and not one of the titans.

Hades carded his fingers through the hair of his brother’s sex, drifting his face against the area, feeling the body it belonged to reacting. Zeus did not smell like a titan. The elder god teased at the hardening shaft with his tongue. His youngest sibling did not taste or feel like a titan. And he most certainly was not as big as a titan.

I have done this before, Hades reminded himself as he closed his lips around the weeping head of Zeus’ organ. I have done this before with great ease…

Zeus enjoyed the motion of his brother’s mouth on his phallus, but compared to how Hades usually pleasured him, his attempts now were insecure and tentative. Also, while Hades had never been able to take Zeus’ member all the way down, he was well able to manage two thirds. Now, however, he did not even try going past one third of his brother’s length.

Zeus combed his fingers through the other’s long, raven locks, trying carefully to encourage Hades to take in more. When encountering some slight resistance, Zeus gave up his attempts and leaned back, figuring he should be pleased he had managed to convince Hades to give this a try in the first place.

Though nothing was spoken out loud, Hades could feel frustration and impatience building up within Zeus. He wasn’t doing a good enough job, and his brother expected more of him. Hating to see Zeus disappointed, the elder god took his brother’s organ deeper down his throat, and instantly he regretted it. Hades could taste Atlas’ filthy fingers anew, digging and clawing at his delicate tissues, and right then he knew he would regurgitate his meal unless something was done quickly.

Zeus stared in surprise when Hades withdrew from him entirely, coughing and sputtering, as though he was choking on something foul.

For a moment he thought his brother would throw up, but instead saw a shudder pass through him as though Hades were cold. Arms closed about himself, the older god was immediately hiding behind his long hair, turning away from Zeus and avoiding his gaze. Soon the shudders were recognized as attempts to hold back sobbing.

Hades felt big warm hands close around his shoulders, followed by the gentle nuzzle of his brother’s face against the junction between neck and shoulder. It calmed the older god to know he had not left Zeus angry with his clumsiness.

“Any longer and I might have vomited on you,” Hades glumly mused aloud.

“Shhh…” Zeus kissed his brother’s bare shoulder. “It was worth a try.”

In truth Zeus was grateful he had not been thrown up on, but he would not admit this. Hades was already worried this would have happened.

“Do you want to try something else?” he asked. Clearly Hades was not beyond the memories of his violation to perform a successful stimulation with his mouth, even without gagging.

“I have left you without release,” Hades reasoned, finally turning to face his leader. “Perhaps I do not need my mouth tonight to grant you this.”

Leaning into a kiss, the older Olympian wrapped his fingers around Zeus’ phallus, which had not completely gone soft. A stroke later and it was inflating to its full hardness again. Zeus’ breathing increased in pace, and he drifted a playful tongue against Hades’ neck, feeling the pulse. Hades leaned his head back, enjoying the sensation and hoping this would not be the end of the pleasuring done to his own body.

He continued to stroke, using the weeping droplets of his brother and lover’s seed to keep the shaft slick, and Zeus could barely keep himself from bucking his hips into Hades and knocking him into the fire.

“Let us lie down…” Zeus suggested, panting, as he felt himself rapidly approaching his peak. He lay down on his bedding, pulling Hades with him, and was pleased when his brother’s hand did not let go of his shaft.

Hades kept up his stroking, despite the possibility of his hand starting to cramp, and listened closely to the sounds emitted by Zeus. A release of this sort was not what his brother had been hoping for, but it was better than nothing, and Hades figured he should be grateful that he still had something to offer Zeus.

Briefly wondering if their activities were disturbing the cave’s other residents, the Olympian leader decided he did not care and surrendered fully to the intensely pleasurable feel of Hades’ hand jerking his phallus. In time they would be able to make love properly again, he just had to be patient…

Zeus was just on the brink of release when a sudden noise interrupted his pleasure. Judging from the way Hades’ hand ceased its movements, the older god had heard it as well. Zeus’ first assumption as far as the origin of the noise was naturally Cerberus, but then he heard it again, and the sound was definitely not canine in nature. It was a snore – a very loud one – and came from the direction of Poseidon’s resting place.

Zeus would have rolled his eyes if he had not seen Hades do so in his stead. They laughed, sharing the feeling that they could be as loud as they wanted and Poseidon would not hear them amongst the snoring.

“I have an idea,” Hades said with a mischievous grin. His position left him within reach of Poseidon, and out of the way of the fire no less, but he would not be reached with an arm. With an outstretched leg, he reached across the small space of the cave… and jostled Poseidon with his foot.

Poseidon jerked as though he had fallen, and his snore ended in an abrupt snort. He sat forward just as Hades pulled his leg back, and looked around, muttering unintelligibly. Both Hades and Zeus had to turn their heads away from their brother’s sight, looking at the cave wall so that their ridiculously amused expressions were unseen.

Poseidon, seeing his brother’s were in the middle of something sexual anyway, he thought perhaps they had not heard his sudden wakening, and he quietly rose from where he slept, sneaking out of the cave to grant his fellow gods some privacy.

Hades could not help giggling, and Zeus pressed a hand to his brother’s mouth to keep the louder laughter from being heard from outside.

“I don’t think he even realized what just happened,” the older god whispered. “Now.. where were we?”

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