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Chapter 61

The interiors of Cronos' fortress were just as gloomy and rid of beauty as the exterior suggested. The gods huddled closely together while exploring the vast network of hallways; an instinctive response to the possibility of encountering something monstrous in their father's home.

"What if Prometheus lied?" Hera spoke up. "Or what if something still lurks in here, which he does not know about?"

"If it does, I'll take care of it," Zeus replied calmly and confidently. He was determined not to show any fear before his siblings, even though the eerie construction was making him feel almost as uncomfortable as they.

“These must be the beds he was referring to,” Demeter said, attempting to change the subject.

She cautiously entered a room, perhaps three times bigger than any sleeping quarters in their former fortress, and regarded the bed in question. Indeed the furniture itself could have housed three of the gods without fuss, and they could have comfortably lain along the width without as much as their feet dangling over the edge. Zeus followed close behind, looked at the bed, and smiled.

“Perfect,” he said. “I would say that I am pleasantly surprised. Somehow I imagined everything to be moth-eaten.”

“Prometheus clearly was not exaggerating when he said he was taking care of the rooms,” Hestia added.

Poseidon, standing in a room across the hall, poked at the draped bedcovers with the butt-end of his trident. “And as promised, no dust,” he stated.

“Wonderful,” Zeus replied, his smile becoming a grin. “I think this shall work splendidly. While the rest of you decide upon where you shall sleep, Hades and I will be searching for Cronos’ living quarters.”

Hades looked around the bedroom where Demeter still stood, and he was slightly taken aback by its sheer size. He suddenly missed his own sleeping quarters at the fortress which was burnt to the ground by the titans. This much bigger dwelling would clearly take some getting used to, but hopefully in time and effort it would feel much more like home.

Hades couldn't help but wonder which chambers had housed Atlas before the battle. He felt uncomfortable not knowing, fearing he might step into said quarters without realizing who had been the last one to dwell there. Or even worse; what if one of his siblings chose Atlas' quarters as their bedroom? Hades' heartbeat and breathing quickened at the disconcerting notion, and Zeus was not slow to notice that something was bothering his mate.

"Are you alright, brother?" he asked worriedly, afraid that Hades still hadn't gotten over his frightening first encounter with Prometheus.

The older god nodded, trying, with little success, to force a smile. "Some bad memories, that is all," he said.

Zeus kissed his brother's crown and briefly held him close before continuing their search. The Olympian leader surmised that Cronos, wanting a clear view of what went on around him at all times, likely would have chosen a set of chambers as high up as possible.

"Our father favored practicality over anything, which is obvious from how he had his fortress built," Zeus explained to his siblings. "But I still hope that his personal chambers will provide some luxury as well." After months of sleeping in cramped spaces, caves, and crowded battle tents, he was hoping to find a bedroom worthy of a king.

Excusing themselves from the group, the brothers wandered down the hallway, where a wide staircase presented steps long enough for titan feet, but thankfully steep enough for a god’s ascent. As they walked further away from their siblings, the gods could hear Hera proclaiming that she most certainly would not be sharing a room with anyone. Neither Hades nor Zeus heard any words of disagreement following from their brother or sisters.

Ascending the stairs in silence, Hades did not speak until they reached the top.

“Where do you suppose Prometheus sleeps?” he asked.

“Perhaps with his flowers,” Zeus suggested, partly out of genuine presumption, and partly out of playful jest. “He is dutiful to them, I can guess that much.”

Hades voice was quieter with his next question.“Where do you think Atlas slept?”

Zeus’ arm, already around Hades’ shoulders in a caring manner, lifted so that the younger god could stroke his brother’s long hair.

“I do not know,” he admitted. “We could ask Prometheus tomorrow."

“Perhaps you should,” Hades suggested as they turned a corner, climbed a smaller staircase, and continued down another hall. “I am not certain what I might do in his presence.”

Zeus halted, grasping Hades by the shoulders and making him do the same. He placed a gentle finger under the smaller god's chin, tilting it up toward himself. Hades was able to meet Zeus' gaze, but his eyes read of sadness and fear.

"Does Prometheus cause you such unease?" Zeus asked gravely.

Hades nodded, ashamed of how he felt but unable to help it. "He looks so much like... like his brother. I know he cannot help it, but..."

"Do you wish me to send him away?"

Hades thought it over for a moment, and then finally shook his head. "No, it would not be fair," he said, his eyes losing none of their sadness. "Prometheus is not responsible for his brother's misdeeds and should not be punished for them."

Zeus raised an eyebrow at his brother's reply. He had expected Hades to breathe a sigh of relief at the prospect of never having to see Prometheus again, and here he was, asking Zeus to let the titan stay.

"You have an exceptionally kind heart, my brother," he said, kissing Hades gently on the forehead. "Fine, I will let him stay, but do remember that you needn't associate with him in any way."

Hades nodded, regretting that such was likely the best solution. "Perhaps some day... I will be able to look into his eyes. But not yet."

“I shall be with you every moment you meet him,” Zeus promised. “If he gets too close, I can always run him through with a sword.”

Hades gave a small chuckle, but his expression did not fully brighten. Instead he leaned his forehead against the junction between Zeus’ shoulder and neck, nuzzling the bare skin. Zeus smiled and closed his arms around Hades, rubbing his brother’s head gently.

“Come on,” he said, giving the older god a mild tug. “I look forward to finding Cronos’ quarters.”

“I imagine it must be very big,” Hades said, continuing the walk with his beloved.

Hades’ assumption turned out to be correct. Even the doorway to Cronos’ living quarters, taller than those of the first rooms the gods discovered, where wide enough to require two doors, thick and made from oak. How many trees had been felled to make such an entrance was anyone’s guess.

“Stand back,” Zeus advised as he began to push the rightmost door. It creaked at first, but gave way in seconds. Hades only stepped forward when things seemed safe, after the younger god had cautiously entered, looked around, and waved him to follow.

Though still sharing a similar plainness like the other rooms, Cronos’ quarters were still the most lavish. Amongst draping curtains in shades of green and gold, weapons hung neatly on walls, polished and sharpened to the point that they made the room all the more brighter when the sunlight hit their surfaces.

Cronos' symbol weapon, the great sickle, could not be found on the walls of his former quarters. Zeus knew why. The titan king had wielded it during the event of his death, and it had been pulled into the sea along with Cronos himself. Amongst the weapons that could be found were mighty swords, spears, bows and also daggers, which were large enough to pass as swords in a god's hand. Hades doubted that he could even lift any of the swords, some of which measured longer than Zeus was tall.

"What shall you do with these?" Hades asked, indicating the arsenal of weapons.

"I might keep some, but most of these are of no use to me," the Olympian leader replied casually. "I wish to give these quarters my own touch."

"Of course..." Hades murmured, wondering what he could contribute to all of this. Zeus likely already had a very specific idea of how he wanted his chambers to look, and Hades was not sure if his input was required or even welcome.

The bed, located against the western wall, was predictably large enough to accommodate Cronos' hulking form. The titan king's height had been more than twice that of his youngest - and tallest - child, and the height of his bed reflected that. One look at the momentous piece of furniture made Hades doubt if he would be able to get on it in the first place.

"Where are the baths?" he asked, looking around. There was no way he would be able to settle down for the night without washing himself first.

“I am sure we will find them,” Zeus replied, glancing at the bedcovers. “But I would rather you explore this room for now. In case of any danger, I do not wish for us to be separated, not just yet.”

Hades nodded and wandered over to a table. Predictably, this was even taller than the bed, and the eldest god knew it would be of no use to anyone.

“Perhaps we should remove anything we will not be able to use,” he suggested. “It would quickly make room for anything we might wish to add.”

“I agree,” Zeus said. The youngest Olympian was still looking at the blankets of his father’s bed, and he grabbed a fistful of the material, lifting it to his face. He grimaced as he inhaled the smell. “It stinks of him,” he said resentfully.

He turned at the sound of something creaking, and saw Hades looking into a vast open chest. Seeming to see something he liked, the smaller god quickly reached in and pulled out what looked at first like more curtains. But from the make of the material, Zeus quickly realized what it truly was.

“Is it clean?” he asked, approaching Hades as the elder god struggled to pull out the cumbersome bedclothes. The way Hades tried so hard to hold such a large ungainly thing was almost enough to make Zeus laugh.

“Smell,” Hades finally said, holding up a corner. Zeus smiled, unable to detect Cronos’ stench on the blanket.

"They may not reek, but I do," Hades said regretfully, releasing the bedclothes so as not to soil them further with his own stink. "I do want a bath..."

Zeus gave in, silently admitting that his brother was right. Hades reeked of the sea creature's fluids, despite his attempts to bathe in the ocean, and now also of urine, thanks to his discovering Prometheus.

"Alright, dearest, let us go find the baths."

Zeus found several doors leading out of the spacious bedchamber; the first one he tried led to a private pantry, still stacked with preserved goods. The one next to it took them to what seemed to be a separate dining room; most of the space was taken up by a large rectangular table carved out of nearly black marble, surrounded by numerous seats. The room was windowless and radiated something bordering on hostility, so Zeus quickly shut the door. He would have the oversized, massive furniture removed and transform the dark, inhospitable room into something much more cheerful. Perhaps it would serve well as a separate bedchamber for Hades, he thought, in case one was ever needed.

The third door turned out to be the correct one. A dank, musty smell hit the two gods as soon as they had opened the door, and Zeus immediately recognized it as the smell of water left stagnant for too long. As soon as possible, he would air out the baths, and replace the old water with fresh. For tonight, it would have to do.

The odor was not lost on Hades. He crinkled his nose at the smell. “Perhaps Poseidon will have to look after the flow of the water on this mountain,” he said, looking in at the large space which was not quite as uninviting as the other rooms. “Prometheus had mentioned that, had he not?”

“Or I could try my hand at it,” Zeus said, entering the quiet room. He kneeled at the edge and trailed the surface of the water with his fingertips, causing small ripples in a once glasslike flat surface. “I am becoming quite the master of lightning. Perhaps I can also control the rain.”

“I would like to see that one day,” Hades said, standing behind Zeus and placing his hands on the kneeling god’s shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed his beloved’s head with a genuine affection that showed his mood was improving. Zeus smiled and looked up at him.

“The water seems to be warm enough,” he said.

“Warm enough?” The elder god responded. “I am not sure I like the sound of that.”

Zeus grinned playfully. “You will grow accustomed to it a few minutes after the plunge.”

Hades, despite his palpable need for a bath, had had enough of cold water for one day. He almost suggested that they bring in Poseidon to heat up the bathing pool, but he soon realized that Zeus likely did not want their brother in there with them at this time.

Given all that he had suffered through lately, surely he would be able to withstand some chilly water?

Divesting himself of Hestia's gown - she probably would not want it back; not before it had been thoroughly washed, anyway - Hades glanced hesitantly at the water in the pool. Unlike his bathing areas at the old fortress, this one had not been built out of light rock, but an ominous dark kind, which made the depth look bottomless and the water practically black.

Zeus, who had been quick to shed his clothes and enter the pool, held out a hand to Hades. Though he could not see the floor, Hades was able to tell that Zeus' feet did not reach it. Instead the younger god was treading water.

"It is deep, is it not?" he asked, rubbing the gooseflesh on his arms in an attempt to make it go away.

"Of course, it was built for Cronos," Zeus replied. "But you needn't worry, my dear, I'll be here at all times. Don't be afraid, Hades. Now come."

Zeus' final words sounded more like a command than gentle cajoling, and Hades took his first tentative step into the water.

At least he thought to include steps, the god thought as he descended into the water. His shivering was blatantly obvious.

“I am already accustomed to it, dearest,” Zeus said with a grin. “And you shall be too. Come along.”

His shoulders gathered together like a rabbit, Hades continued his slow, yet steady descent into the pool. Already nervous about the unknown depth, he suddenly wondered what could possibly be hiding in that black space. The idea of anything, from slimy little water dwellers to much bigger predators, emerging from the depths made Hades legs shake as he took another step. He grimaced when he felt the slightest slip of his foot against the stone, realizing everything was coated in algae.

“Do not worry, brother,” Zeus said, knowing the reason for the look on his brother’s face. “Cleaning the baths will have to wait for another time, but this is the best bath that any of us have had since we left Crete.”

He swam closer to the edge near the small staircase and, gripping the ledge with one hand, reached out with the other.

“I’ll help you,” he said. “It’s easy here.”

Giving the far end of the pool one more nervous glance, Hades finally decided the best way to enter the water was as soon as physically possible. And that meant jumping. Stepping off of the slimy step, he felt the shock of the cold water encompassing him, but was pleasantly surprised when his feet touched the floor. When he resurfaced, he was welcomed back from below by his brother’s smiling face.

“Very well done,” Zeus said as the elder god gripped the pool’s ledge next to him.

Though Zeus had clearly gotten used to the temperature of the water, Hades had not. His shivering was obvious, as was the sound of his hacking teeth. Zeus wrapped two strong, muscular arms around his mate and pulled him close, wanting Hades' shivering to stop.

"Relax..." the younger god's deep voice purred in Hades' ear. A large hand simultaneously rubbed his back in circular motions. "Everything is fine, Hades. Just breathe and relax."

The close proximity of Zeus' sturdy frame was reassuring, and the older god allowed his tense muscles to relax slightly, despite the discomfort of the cold water. To make sure he would not be parted from Zeus, he wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and his legs firmly around the other's waist.

Zeus, surprised but nonetheless pleased at the contact, gave an amused chuckle. He had missed the feel of Hades' legs around his waist and was suddenly hoping that this would be the night when Hades finally proclaimed himself ready for a union of the flesh.

He passed his hand slowly and sensuously down the smaller god's back until his fingers were gripping a small yet wonderfully plump buttock. Hades shuddered for a moment, but his hold on Zeus did not relent.

"We need to wash every part of you..." Zeus said teasingly, letting his hand drift closer to the furrow between Hades' cheeks.

Hades smiled, trying to remember the many times he had felt Zeus’ touch in such a way. Memories still remained of that dreadful attack, but he refused to go back to them just yet. He wanted this moment to be pleasurable, not miserable.

“The same could be said for you,” he noted aloud, distracting himself from the doubt. “After all, you reek of sweat from our excursion.”

“And there is still a scent from that monster lingering upon you,” Zeus added. “Let us start with you first.”

The younger god placed his hands below his brother’s arms and lifted him, placing Hades on one of the steps. Here, Hades felt a little more secure, though the water came up to his shoulders and he knew that he was presently sitting in algae. A little underwater flora was slightly less troublesome to deal with than the drool of a strange beast. Or urine.

“Lean your head back,” Zeus advised, and Hades did so, closing his eyes as he felt the wonderful sensation of handfuls of water poured over his head and into his hair. As he sat back up, he realized Zeus had moved to stand behind him on the steps, and the older god leaned against his brother, feeling the powerful hands scoop up and pour more water onto him, scrubbing every inch.

Zeus tried his best to sort out the biggest tangles in Hades' hair. While there certainly had to be a hairbrush amongst the items packed into their cart, everything was still down in the courtyard, and would be better left unpacked for another day.

A small mewl of pain from Hades made Zeus realize that he was likely being too rough and ceased his ministrations. He was not used to tending to hair as long as Hades', and the silken quality of his brother's hair was also very different from Zeus' own.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," the younger god murmured softly, placing a kiss on Hades' shoulder as a compensation. "Your sisters would be much more adept at this than I."

Though Hades had to agree, it warmed his heart in a special way that Zeus was willing to try this for him. He did, however, refrain from offering to do the same for Zeus, as his brother had already once before made it very clear that he desired no such treatment.

Zeus' hands enveloped Hades from behind, wrapping around his chest and rubbing at his flesh beneath the water's surface. Hades' nipples, already stiff from being in the cold water, hardened further. Sensing the positive response, Zeus rubbed harder at the pebbled nubs before passing his hands downward.

Rough, strong hands whose powerful nature could not hide a blissful gentility trailed down the center of Hades’ stomach, and the older god leaned more firmly against the form behind him, encouraging his brother. Zeus would have gone further had the smaller figure in his arms not slipped forward.

Hades’ back hit the water with a small splash, and he was glad that the next step beneath him was much deeper underwater, away from his head. The god quickly felt arms beneath him, lifting him back up into a sitting position, and he groaned when he realized what had made him slip so easily.

“I can barely wait for this pool to be clean,” he said, and though he was annoyed, his brother could hear good humor in his voice. “All this damnable slime…”

The notion brought Zeus to laughter, and he asked his brother to stand up. When Hades did so – blushing as he did – he heard further laughter and had to assume his backside looked rather poor now.

“Stay still,” Zeus said, still chuckling. Scooping up water in his gathered hands, he poured it over his brother’s bottom, scrubbing as he did so.

“I will clean this pool myself if I have to,” Hades grumbled. “I would think even I could manage that.”

“Poseidon may be able to take care of it himself,” Zeus remarked, making sure his beloved’s backside was spotless before giving it a playful tap. “Do not worry so. You can help us decide what will go out and what must be added.”

Hades smiled, feeling pleasure in Zeus’ touch once more. “I would like that very much. I would like to be useful after all.” He turned when he realized he was clean. “Let me tend to you now.”

Zeus already had an answer ready on his tongue - he was not used to accepting help from anyone in regard to activities such as getting cleaned - but tonight he would be willing to make an exception for his brother and mate. Pulling Hades onto his lap, positioned to face him, Zeus leaned back, supported by his elbows. He was not aroused to the point of obviousness yet, but he had a feeling Hades' touch would soon change that.

Hades saw the task of washing Zeus as a necessity rather than something lustful; after all his brother had reeked of sweat prior to entering the baths and Hades wanted to make sure the odor was truly gone from his skin. Lifting one of the younger god's arms, he poured several handfuls of water straight into Zeus' armpit, discretely sniffing it afterwards.

He was just about to repeat the procedure with Zeus' other arm, when the Olympian leader withdrew from him and gently nudged him aside.

"I can do that myself, Hades," Zeus said, trying to keep the disappointment from his voice. "You go on up and dry yourself; I'll be with you shortly."

"Did I do something wrong?" Hades asked anxiously, not oblivious to Zeus' sudden mood shift.

"No, you did nothing wrong, love," the younger god replied, touching his brother's cheek. "But I can wash myself, and I can tell you are cold."

"I'll wait for you," Hades insisted. "I... I probably cannot even get up on the bed without help."

Zeus smiled at the image that developed in his mind from his brother’s words.

“I can see you now, with your legs dangling over the edge,” he said with a laugh. Glancing at his fellow god, however, told him that he was the only one amused at the thought. He placed a hand at the back of Hades’ neck, guiding him close enough to kiss his cheek.

“Perhaps while I finish my bath you can remove the bedclothes, so that we might sleep without Cronos’ stench haunting us.”

Hades lifted an eyebrow. “Are you sure those heavy things won’t flatten me?”

“I am sure.”

Dripping wet, Hades climbed the steps of the pool, wiping the algae from his feet against the floor as he left for the bedchambers. Zeus watched his brother’s exeunt, particularly the rump that he had taken such satisfaction in cleaning, smiled, and continued with his bath.

Fortunately, Cronos’ sleeping quarters were one of the select rooms that Prometheus had kept in a clean state. Hades cringed at the thought of cleansing himself, only to be covered by a layer of dust from pulling the bedcovers loose. The blankets and sheets gripped in two fistfuls, Hades gave two hard pulls to test the resistance, decided he could manage on his own, and continued to pull until the covers came completely loose. Stopping to look around himself, he laughed when he saw he was surrounded by small hills of the material.

“Enjoying yourself?” he heard Zeus ask from the doorway. Hades smiled at first, but then set to lifting the clean bedclothes from the small chest.

“Allow me to help,” the younger god offered, and Hades’ hands were joined by those of Zeus, pulling the blankets towards the bed.

“I am sorry if I displeased you, brother,” Hades said apologetically.

“Do not concern yourself with it, dear one,” Zeus replied, nudging his brother with his elbow. A hand let go of the blankets to caress Hades’ neck. “I was merely anxious to be treated to… different touches entirely.”

"I... see," Hades said, blushing at what was insinuated. He had suspected all along that Zeus expected to bed him tonight, and while a part of him was looking forward to it, another part couldn't help but be afraid. What if he still wasn't ready? What if this attempt would end just as badly as their previous one?

"Are you tired, Hades?" Zeus asked while arranging the clean sheets and blankets into a somewhat passable state. This was normally what he considered the work of a goddess and thus it took longer than he would have wanted. Hades made some clumsy attempts to assist, but given that the smaller god was not even tall enough to see across the bed, the assistance he could provide was rather limited.

Zeus pulled his mate into an embrace, wanting to soothe the other's trembles, no matter the cause of them. Hades gratefully leaned into the strong, broad frame of his youngest brother, the length of their bodies touching. They were both still damp from the bath, though Zeus seemed to have dried quicker than Hades.

"I asked if you're tired, dear?" Zeus repeated his question.

"Weary... but not truly sleepy," Hades replied truthfully. "Too much... has happened... for me to be able to sleep at once."

Zeus' hand once again drifted from Hades' back down to his bottom, where it gave the firm, round globes a gentle squeeze. There was no doubt as to what was on his mind at present.

"Do you wish to get on the bed... for reasons other than sleep?" he asked.

By the time Hades looked up and locked eyes with Zeus, his blush was vivid, and the Olympian leader grinned, taking his elder brother’s face in his hands.

“Your cheeks are so warm!” he softly exclaimed, planting a kiss against each. “Do not be shy. Tell me the truth.”

Though Zeus claimed he wanted truth, Hades knew what might happen if he complied to his brother and leader’s request. Hades knew he would not be entirely upset if Zeus would have to go to another of their siblings for pleasure, but…

“You deserve some of my attention tonight,” the older god finally said. “After all that we have been through, that you have accomplished…”

“It is also a matter of your desire, brother,” Zeus interrupted him. “I ask you again. Do you wish to sleep, or do you wish us to indulge in our pleasure?”

Hades smiled. He appreciated the other god’s patience, but he knew that he would have to face his fears eventually.

“We needn’t sleep just yet,” he answered, careful fingertips traveling up Zeus’ side until they met with his chest, circling a dark nipple. Already the pace of the younger god’s breath was changing at the touch.

“I would like us to make love,” Hades said. “To memorialize our first night in our new home.”

Zeus liked his brother’s suggestion. He liked it very much.

“Well then. Shall I go to bed first and pull you up, or shall I lift you from the floor?”

"Perhaps you should go first..." Hades murmured, his cheeks still tinged with pink. "It is your bed now, after all."

"Ours," Zeus said with a smile. "Yours and mine. Do you understand?"'

Hades nodded. He found that he had barely any voice left. "Alright..."

Zeus swung himself onto the mattress of Cronos' tall bed in one fluid motion, his agility and strength impressing Hades yet again. He knew he would never be able to mimic such a movement and instead reached up his arms toward his brother, silently pleading him to help.
Lifting Hades onto the bed came effortlessly to Zeus. His brother had always been slight, and the recent events, most of them stressful, had made him shed even more weight from his slender frame.

"You should eat more, brother," Zeus softly implored, rubbing at the ribs which were visible and protruding through Hades' skin. "You have become much too thin."

Hades placed his own hand atop that of Zeus, stilling it. He would have needed both of his hands to cover his brother's large one, but for now the youngest god let his brother guide him. Hades turned around in Zeus' arms, so that they were facing one another, and then they kissed. The passion in Zeus' actions was obvious; though he had kissed Hades plenty of times in the past few days, those had rarely been more than quick pecks on the cheek. Now he saw no reason to hold back, claiming his betrothed's mouth as his hands explored every part of Hades' body.

“Ah…” Hades moaned as he opened his mouth, allowing a tongue to enter. Zeus’ tongue did not linger within for very long, and it trailed along Hades’ neck, inspiring the older god to lean back, hands on his brother’s shoulders for support until that tongue reached a hardening nub. Zeus loved the moan which followed.

Arms wrapped around the smaller form, the Olympian leader lowered his betrothed onto the bed. There he joined him, both gods lying on their sides, facing one another with limbs entangled. Hades playfully rubbed an ankle against the calf of Zeus’ left leg, and he received a pair of hips thrusting against him as a reward. Their lips joined again, Zeus’ hands grasping passionately at the back of his brother’s head, fingers carding through locks of beautiful brown hair. Hades barely thought of horrible memories now, too distracted by the way that his wonderful brother touched him. Such powerful, gentle hands brought him to a place in his memories where he felt safe, away from all danger, and it made his desire to make love all the greater. Others could have touched him in the same manner and caused Hades to feel nothing.

“Zeus…” the god whispered between kisses. “Oh, Zeus…”

Smiling, Zeus removed his hands from Hades’ hair and pressed them against the small of the older god’s back, reaching downward until they were squeezing the luscious halves of the other's backside.

Hades allowed all of Zeus' advances, refusing to let memories of the assault disturb his pleasure, at least until he felt thick fingers parting his buttocks and probing at his entrance the following moment. Though it was not a conscious response, Hades' entire body went taut, his muscles tensing and flexing, followed by a sharp intake of breath.

Zeus could tell, not only from the way Hades' orifice clamped down on his finger, but from looking into his brother's eyes.

"Are you still afraid?" he asked gravely, but did not withdraw his digit from the confines of Hades' body.

Though ashamed to admit it, the older god had to confess he was. He had done his best to shut thoughts of Atlas out from his head, but his body seemed to remember, regardless of his conscious mind.

"I was not going to hurt you," Zeus said, pressing a gentle kiss to Hades' lips. "You... you used to enjoy it."

"I know..." Hades whispered, tears already burning behind his eyelids. He hated - he absolutely hated - having to disappoint Zeus again with his ridiculous anxieties, but he also knew that unless he spoke up now, they might experience a repeat of their previous attempt at lovemaking, which ended in complete disaster.

"I know you would never hurt me, Zeus," Hades said quietly, his hand reaching up to stroke the other's bearded cheek. "But perhaps we could proceed a little slower...?"

Zeus was disappointed, but he tried to hide such a response. Part of him had expected something like this to happen.

“What shall we do?” he asked, using his free hand to continue stimulating the sensitive flesh of his brother’s breast. “How far would you like to venture?”

Hades blushed, this time in embarrassment. He tentatively looked up into his brother’s bold blue eyes. “We could… try a few things…” he suggested.

Zeus looked at him curiously. “Such as…?”

Eyes still locked on those of his sibling, Hades reached between their bodies and carefully grasped Zeus’ phallus, causing the bigger god to give a quiet exhale of satisfaction.

“I could use my lips and my tongue,” Hades offered. “I think I am ready to do that.”

“That would please me greatly,” the other god said with a sly smile. “But what about yourself? You don’t expect me to be the only one to be satisfied, do you?”

The finger within Hades moved, and the elder god winced. “No, I suppose not… I will manage on my own.”

Zeus kissed Hades’ lips to interrupt him, slowly and carefully removing his finger. “I forbid it,” he said. “You deserve to enjoy this as much as I.”

Though glad to no longer feel the uneasiness of the intrusion, Hades was still disappointed in himself for feeling such discomfort. He had once welcomed the act so easily before, and yet after the horrible events at the camp, he was left unable to withstand so much as a finger. The god felt as though he had never before been penetrated in his entire life.

“I have an idea,” Zeus stated, bringing Hades out of his miserable thoughts. “How often have you ever penetrated yourself?”

"P-penetrated myself...?" Hades inquired, unsure of what Zeus meant. He could not enter himself the way Zeus entered him; such would require that he broke his phallus, or worse. Hades shuddered at the mere thought.

"I cannot penetrate myself, brother," he said. "...and why would I want to?"

"Your fingers?" Zeus wondered, catching his older sibling's hand in his own. Hades' fingers were so slim and elegant compared to his, which looked so rough, almost elephantine in comparison. "Have you never used your fingers, dear?"

"N-no..." Hades stammered, the mere idea making him blush. Supposedly the few times he had prepared himself with oil for his mate's entry did not truly count. "Why should I? I've always had you..."

Zeus propped himself up on his elbow while his free hand stroked his brother's bare hip and side. He could tell that the subject was making Hades uncomfortable, but perhaps it was time to change Hades' views on self-pleasure. And above all, it was important to make him realize that no harm was to come out of it.

"I would like you to penetrate yourself... with your fingers," Zeus said, and his brother's blush instantly deepened.

"I... I don't know if..."

"But I do," Zeus broke in, his voice still gentle but now also firm, commanding. "Please, humor me. Let me watch."

Hades, though hesitant, realized that the worst which might happen would be nothing whatsoever. After all, Zeus had only asked for the action, not the response.

“I will help,” the younger Olympian said with a smile. He took Hades’ hand by the wrist, opened his mouth, and closed his lips over one finger. Hades could only watch with vague puzzlement and amusement, feeling a tongue lap over the digit, wetting it thoroughly. He could easily deduce the reason behind his brother’s behavior.

Once Zeus had let go, his brother knew what would follow. Hades rolled onto his hands and knees, resting on one elbow while reaching behind himself. He knew he must hurry or else he would be attempting this with a dry finger. Eyes closed and attempting to relax, he prodded between the halves of his backside, found the puckered entrance and took a deep breath.

Zeus awaited the sound of an exhale, and began to wonder if he would hear one. Only when his brother was two knuckles deep did he hear it, and he smiled in amusement at the concentration he saw in Hades’ visage. Hades paused, breathing deeply as he did, and began to move his hand, attempting to imitate the way his brother’s sex thrust into him in the past. Zeus only observed, fascinated by the elder Olympian’s efforts.

“How is it?” he finally asked, watching the bobbing of his brother’s rump as the hand had slowed. Clearly Hades was beginning to lose faith in the endeavor.

Hades slowly removed his finger. “Discouraging,” he replied.

Zeus' visage mirrored the disappointment expressed by his brother. "How so?" he asked. "Were you unable to find your sweet spot?"

Hades collapsed onto his side, eyes closed. "I felt it with my finger," he slowly explained. "But... it felt nothing like when you touch me. Perhaps... my fingers are simply not big enough."

"Perhaps if you tried it more often, you would learn how to pleasure yourself," the younger god said. "But enough of that for tonight. I am pleased that you agreed to try it for my sake."

Zeus' eyes glinted wickedly as an idea ignited in his head. "Hades, lie back for me, if you may?"

The smaller Olympian did as asked, but not without a certain degree of apprehension. He had a fairly good suspicion of what his brother wanted, and even though he was not yet ready for the act, he would not refuse Zeus.

Zeus could see the hesitation in his brother's eyes, knowing what went through Hades' thoughts, and he chuckled kindly. "I will not penetrate you, darling. You can relax."

Hades, ashamed that his fears had been that obvious, could feel himself blush. "I... I did not mean..." he tried to explain, but was interrupted by Zeus.

"Lie on your back and spread your legs. I promise you, Hades, I will not hurt you."

Doing his brother's bidding, Hades tried to slow his breathing and his rapidly pounding heart. Not knowing what was about to happen was frightening but also a trace exciting, and he had to ask himself if he really trusted Zeus.

Hades obeyed, and the eyes of the two gods met. The gentility which rarely revealed itself in Zeus’ eyes was there amidst the piercing blue. Hades smiled at him and closed his eyes, willing himself limp and awaiting whatever his brother had planned for him.

He tensed ever so slightly when a pair of hands began to carefully spread the halves of his rump, but then he felt a kiss just below his navel and he faintly smiled. If he felt any trepidation at Zeus taking him, he would simply think back on that sweet little kiss. Finally the god felt something warm and wet, but he did not take much time to realize this was not his brother’s phallus.

Zeus grinned when he felt the body before him flinch. Hades’ eyes remained shut, but his head had lifted reflexively; he had clearly been surprised.

“Shhh,” the younger god whispered, endlessly amused by his brother’s skittish nature. He freed a hand so that he could trail fingertips against the other god’s front. Hades moaned and let his head rest again. Now he only writhed at the sensation of a hand against his skin and a tongue returning to the puckered orifice.

Zeus flattened his palm against Hades’ belly, and thus he felt every tremor which passed through his beloved. He licked the snug place and Hades lifted his bent legs high above his leader’s head as though desperate to help his brother gain easier access to the wrinkled warm entrance.

Zeus had never before during their time together offered to give Hades any pleasure by mouth, and the older god had assumed that such was simply not in Zeus' nature. He did not resent Zeus for this, nor had he expected his brother to change his mind. Feeling Zeus' tongue now, probing at his most intimate entrance, Hades briefly wondered if he was dreaming.

"Do you like this?" Zeus asked, smiling against the soft cushion of Hades' buttock. The satisfied mewl he heard from the other god confirmed that Hades did.

Gradually Zeus felt the initially tense muscle relax, and he licked around the small furrow each time before attempting to penetrate Hades with his tongue. The first few times he encountered resistance, but finally the muscle guarding the entrance yielded completely, allowing Zeus' tongue to enter. The taste of Hades' insides was earthy, if anything; sweat and salt from his skin mixed together with the tangy metallic taste of his insides.

Zeus withdrew his tongue and carefully replaced it with a saliva-coated finger, surprised at the lack of resistance he felt. Hades' form shuddered for a moment, but he quickly adjusted to the feeling and accepted the invading digit.

Zeus sought out the small nub he knew could bring his brother such immense pleasure and applied careful pressure. The response was instantaneous. Hades' back arched and his digits - all twenty of them - grasped the sheets in throes of ecstasy. Ropes of semen spurted from his member onto his own stomach without requiring even the slightest touch to his phallus.

Zeus smiled, truly happy to see his brother in such a state. Hades lay before him, shining with perspiration and resplendent in his aftermath of pleasure. His slight chest rose and fell with every slow, overwhelmed breath, and his face, eyes still closed, wore a serene expression of tired yet absolute bliss.

Glancing at a table to the left of the bed, Zeus spotted a wash cloth and left his brother for only a few moments to retrieve the article. He used the cloth to wipe his brother clean of the seed, gently so as not to spoil the smaller god’s welcome reverie. He smiled as Hades seemed to regard him as though waking from a dream.

“Oh Zeus…” he sighed, lifting a hand to Zeus’ breast and trailing his fingers along the boundaries of a dark nipple. “Thank you… thank you…”

Zeus responded to his brother’s gratitude with a kiss. Looking over the glistening body laid before him, limbs spread and little shivers of lingering pleasure mixing with those of the chill of the room, Zeus was about to speak when something caught his eye. He looked away, feeling slightly ashamed.

At least I paid them no attention during the act, he thought to himself as he hesitantly looked at the scars a second time. Still, he did not wish to think of them now, not when their lovemaking was going so well.

“Is my brother pleased?” he asked, resting on his side and cupping the elder god’s jaw with one hand. Hades nodded.

The following moment, he felt a large nose nuzzling against his cheek, accompanied by the rough texture of Zeus' beard. "You..." Hades murmured, his senses still dulled by his climax. "I have not... pleasured you..."

Blindly he grasped for his brother's phallus, brushing the half-hard organ with his fingers. Hades tried to close his hand around it, but he was still heavily panting and lacking in coordination. Zeus put an effective end to his efforts by taking hold of his hand and stilling it.

"You needn't worry about me tonight," he said. "This was for you, my beloved. I can tell you are weary. You should go to sleep."

Hades wanted to object, but his clouded mind found the idea of sleep very tempting. Rolling onto his side, he curled up against the warm presence of Zeus and allowed his mind to drift. A blanket was pulled to cover his form, but Hades barely even noticed it. He did, however, notice the arm which wrapped around him, pulling him even closer to Zeus' chest. Hades forgot that he was in a foreign place, the frightening encounter with the sea beast, and the perhaps even more frightening discovery of Prometheus in the gardens. All that mattered now were Zeus and himself.

Zeus felt joy at the happiness he'd brought to his beloved brother. In truth he had not seen Hades look happy or at peace in a long time, and it warmed the younger Olympian’s heart to know he was capable of bringing a smile to his betrothed’s face. They had not yet reached the final stage of their efforts to make love as they had once before, but Zeus had been pleasantly surprised at how far they had gotten. He nuzzled the now sleeping god in his arms, receiving a sweet little noise in response. Hades slept far too deeply now to be awoken for some time, but deep within his mind he still knew he was safe, even in dreams.

Though quite at peace like his brother, Zeus did not find himself to be sleepy. He remained by Hades’ side, eyes shut for over an hour, but still remained wide awake. He wanted to convince himself this was because the day’s travel had left him restless, but he knew this was a lie. Though the Olympian leader had been happy to pleasure Hades and leave him to sleep in peace, the desires of one had still not been sated.

Sighing, Zeus looked upon his brother’s face. Hades looked so beautiful, even in sleep when those emerald eyes were not visible. Carefully brushing a strand of dark hair aside, Zeus placed a gentle hand lightly against a white cheek. He knew he could not stir Hades from sleep, not now when he looked so peaceful.

Disengaging from his brother with great care, Zeus made sure the older god was well covered in his blanket before climbing down from the bed. Hades could rest for now, but if Zeus did not have his release, he might stay awake all night.

Before leaving the room, Zeus looked over his shoulder to make sure Hades had not awoken and noticed his departure. Zeus did not see a reason to hide his seeking out another body to couple with, but he was reluctant to leave his easily frightened brother alone in a strange place. Hopefully Hades would remain blissfully asleep until Zeus had gotten his release and returned to his side.

The Olympian leader knew that Hera would be most willing to welcome him into her bed, but he was still cross with her for her treatment of Hades, and he also did not want her to believe he had feelings for her. Hestia or Demeter would be more than sufficient to sate his needs.

Zeus was descending the steps from the tower where he'd left Hades, when it occurred to him that he was not even sure exactly which set of chambers either of his sisters had chosen for themselves. Oh well. He would find out soon enough.

The first door he tried turned out to be Poseidon's new quarters, and the curly-haired god snapped awake, his visage pale and squinting in the lamp light when his door opened with a noisy creak.

"Zeus? Is something the matter?" he asked, his voice betraying his shock.

"Nothing at all," the younger god muttered. "I apologize for disturbing you."

The door closed again before Poseidon could inquire as to the reason for said disturbance, but he quickly put it behind himself and went back to his well-needed sleep.

The following two rooms were empty, and Zeus did not slow himself until he realized he only had three rooms left to inspect. Based on Poseidon’s reaction to his presence, he grimaced at the prospect of waking Hera by accident. She would realize very quickly what his intentions were at wandering in the night, and she would use this to deliver yet another blow against Hades. As quietly as he could manage, he snuck into the nearest room.

Nothing. Only two rooms left. Again he walked on careful feet through the next door. This time he felt relief. In the dim light of his lamp he saw only Hestia and Demeter. They lay facing one another in the large bed, arms around one another and bare breasts uncovered by their sheets. Zeus wondered if perhaps they had the same idea as he and Hades did only a short time ago.

Quietly placing the lamp on a nearby chair, he climbed onto the bed, not surprised when a soft waking voice followed his efforts.

“Who’s there?” Hestia quietly called out. Her voice was calm, suggesting she was not suspecting a stranger.

“Only me,” Zeus whispered back. When he was atop the bed, he saw that both goddesses were now awake. Demeter rubbed at her eyes and sat up, looking at Zeus patiently. She seemed to already know where this encounter would be heading.

“Forgive me for waking you,” Zeus said. “It is only… Hades is not yet ready. And I am wakeful.”

Hestia smiled drowsily as Demeter left the warmth of the bedclothes. “You are very sweet to allow him his own time to come back to his old ways.”

“I agree,” Demeter added, already reaching forward and kissing a bearded cheek. “Now, let us take care of this.”

As Demeter had made the first move to start pleasing their brother, Hestia lay back, figuring that Zeus only wanted a quick release and was not interested in more advanced games. Besides, they were all too tired to indulge in such at the time. She turned onto her side, back facing her two siblings, and closed her eyes. Zeus was not particularly concerned with things like privacy while bedding someone, but Hestia decided to give it to him anyway; as much as could be arranged at least.

The following minutes consisted of muted grunts and groans from Zeus along with higher-pitched ones from Demeter and gentle rocking of the bed. Hestia could not go back to sleep under such circumstances, and after a while she began to wish her brother would hurry.

As if on cue, Zeus emitted a groan which clearly signaled his climax, and he rolled off of Demeter, collapsing onto the bed between his two sisters.

"Are you satisfied, my dear?" the younger goddess asked while affectionately patting his sweat-coated chest.

"More than satisfied..." Zeus murmured, again feeling the familiar pull of sleep. It was tempting just to drift away, let sleep claim him, but Demeter's hand tapping his cheek brought him back to wakefulness.

"Zeus, you cannot sleep here," she reprimanded him. "You must go back to Hades. What if he wakes up in the dark and discovers that you are gone? He will be very upset."

Zeus awoke fully at those words. Goodness, his sister was right. The idea of finding Hades wailing in fear brought the youngest Olympian to sit upright. In his tiredness the thought of his brother waking all alone in a strange place had completely escaped him.

“You are right, sister,” he said, beginning his climb off of the bed.

“Be careful, Zeus,” he heard Hestia say as he began his descent to the floor. “And sleep well.”

“Yes, the same sentiments to you both,” he called back in hushed tones as his feet touched the floor. He knew he must return to his new quarters as soon as possible, but again he reminded himself that he did not need to be waking a certain sister as well as her venom.

I could swear it, he thought as he traveled the staircase, her very veins course with malevolence.

As he approached the massive doorway to the rooms which once housed his father, Zeus felt respite when he could hear no sounds of weeping. Entering, he climbed the bed and reached the top, pleased to see that Hades was still asleep. The poor thing had to have been exhausted from the day’s events to not stir from the climb.

Easing himself beneath the bedcovers, Zeus smiled when he finally heard an audible sigh, and he realized Hades was waking.

“Mmn?” the elder god turned so that he could face his brother again. “Zeus…? Did you go somewhere?”

“Only to see our sisters,” Zeus whispered. “Go back to sleep, dearest.”

Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Hades returned to his slumber within seconds, nestling his face against Zeus’ strong shoulder.

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