The Immortal Heart

Title: The Immortal Heart

Fandom: Clash of the Titans (2010)

Authors: henrika_amanda and pilar_sama

Pairing: Zeus/Hades, various other pairings

Rating: Overall NC-17

Summary: The battles of war pale in comparison to battles of the heart. In their struggle for freedom from Titan rule, the Olympian gods – especially Zeus and Hades – struggle to find a balance between victory and love.

Disclaimer: We don’t own Clash of the Titans or any of the characters portrayed in this story. No rights, no income.

Warnings: slash, incest, mpreg (later on)


Chapter 1

Out of Zeus’ five siblings, his brother Hades was his favorite. He was not sure what it was that made him so attracted to Hades; was it his brother’s large, emerald eyes, his quiet, soft spoken voice, or could it have been the elder god’s soft, black mane of hair, which contrasted so sharply with his almost ivory skin? Zeus could not decide which of these aspects had awakened his desire for Hades, or if it was a combination of them all, but he knew that he had to find a way to claim his brother and make Hades his, and his alone. Zeus was the leader of the Olympians, and never in his life had he been denied anything he desired or craved.

Due to Hades’ solitary nature, he spent much of his time alone, away from the company of his more convivial brothers and sisters, and Zeus knew that imposing on Hades might very well result in his brother getting frightened or even resistant, so he had to find a way to approach the shy, withdrawn god without scaring him.

The leader had observed his brother’s daily routines for quite some time, and he was therefore aware of the small spring with a waterfall where Hades went to bathe. The day he decided to act on his desires, he furtively followed his fellow Olympian, taking care in not being discovered, and already felt a stir in his loins as he watched Hades undress and enter the water, completely unaware of the audience he had in his younger brother.

As he observed, Zeus quietly stepped closer, unheard and unseen by the older god, whose back was turned. Hades’ long fingers poured handfuls of water onto himself as he bathed, and he submerged himself to completely wet his hair, turning as he resurfaced. Thus, he was surprised at the sight of his brother standing before him, watching him.

Hades instinctively stepped back in the waist-deep water, sinking until the surface came up to his shoulders. Color came to his cheeks as he tried in vain not to look embarrassed.

“Zeus, you startled me,” he said, clearing his throat and attempting to sound stronger than he was.

Zeus smiled and walked to the very edge of the spring. “I apologize for frightening you. It was not my intent,” he replied.

Raising himself just a little from the water, Hades nodded.

“Do you mind if I join you, brother?” the younger Olympian asked, already removing his robes.

Seeing his brother undress, Hades felt awkward in saying he preferred to bathe alone. “Uh, no…” he nearly stammered. “No, of course not. Go ahead.”

Smiling, Zeus discarded the rest of his clothes on the nearby rocks and calmly walked into the depths of the spring. He passed through the waterfall, leaving himself soaked, and once again joined his older brother in the spring.

“I can see why you’ve chosen this place,” he mused aloud. “It is beautiful.”

“And isolated,” Hades added, wary of his brother. He could not doubt that he was attracted to Zeus, but he had no idea of what feelings the younger god had for him. Even now he was mesmerized by the other’s beautiful bare form, and at the same time slightly nervous, remembering how the youngest of the Olympians had easily dispatched a large lion which threatened the family only a few days ago.

Hades found himself unable to focus on washing his body in Zeus’ presence, and to his great chagrin, a blush was creeping over his face, turning his normally pale cheeks a deep shade of pink. He felt his brother’s eyes on him, as well, and not used to being the centre of attention, Hades was unsure of how to respond. He could only hope that his fidgeting did not give away how nervous he truly was.

When Zeus moved closer to the older god, Hades felt a strong urge to recoil, but such a response was likely to elicit ridicule in his younger brother, or even possibly offense, so he remained in place, unable to hide his trembling.

A large hand was planted against Hades’ back and swept his wet hair aside, exposing his long, rather delicate neck. Zeus smiled at the sight. He could tell that his brother was uncomfortable, perhaps even frightened, although he did not know how to soothe him. As far as he knew, Hades had never been intimate with anyone, and had therefore never experienced the physical aspects of love.

“There, now…” the Olympian leader murmured, his hands moving to cup the smaller god’s face. Hades’ trembling increased, and Zeus was practically able to hear his brother’s furiously pounding heart. “Don’t be afraid, Hades… I’m not going to hurt you.”

While his original plan had been to seduce his brother in the spring and take him in the grass beside it, he was starting to suspect that he might have to rethink his plans. Hades was hardly even susceptible to his touch; if Zeus chose to take his advances further, the other was likely to panic. He knew he could easily force his older brother, but the thought of taking Hades against his will did not appeal to him as much as having him cry out in pleasure from the leader’s ministrations.

Zeus could feel the throbbing in his hard phallus beneath the water’s surface, and although he ached for release, he wanted to prove to himself he could also show some self-restraint. Pressing himself against Hades so that his brother most certainly felt his arousal, Zeus bent down to whisper in his ear.

“I desire you greatly, brother,” he said as his hands explored Hades’ slight form. “I’ve wanted you in my bed for a long time, and I hope you would find such agreeable. What do you say, Hades?”

Hades finally dared to look in his brother’s eyes, and could not bring himself to speak. Zeus’ eyes were a beautiful blue, the color nearly as beautiful as his face was handsome. “I…”

“Lovely,” Zeus said with an amused smile. “This evening… my bedchambers. We will make a wonderful night of it.” He rubbed his thumb against the curve of a prominent cheekbone. “I promise.”

Hades’ pupils dilated. Zeus knew he had the older god under his spell. How strange it was that this was his eldest brother, and yet he had such effortless influence over him, both physical and emotional.

“Alright,” Hades finally said, breaking himself from the trance. “Yes, alright…”

Smiling, Zeus lifted the angle of his brother’s face just enough to give him a lingering kiss on his mouth. His tongue slipped between Hades’ lips for just a moment.

“I will have the room prepared by the time you arrive,” he said, removing his hold on the elder god and walking out of the spring, picking up his robes as he negotiated the dry rocks. Turning back, he spoke one more time. “I look forward to it.”

Hades watched his brother leave, awestruck at what had just happened. He would have kept staring at the shrinking figure which returned to the Olympians’ fortress had he not brushed his hand against his phallus and surprised himself. Looking down into the water, he could see that already he was quite equipped for mating.

*

Hades did not see his brother again until supper. Talking, particularly about casual subjects, was generally discouraged around the Olympians’ dining table, and not much was said as the six gods consumed their evening meal consisting of fresh meat from a recently slain wild boar along with fruit and vegetables. A decanter of wine was passed along mostly in silence, but when it was Hades’ turn to pour himself a glass, his hands were shaking so badly that he accidentally spilt some wine on his robes.

Holding back a curse, Hades merely passed the decanter on to Demeter, the sibling sitting to his left, who shot him a peculiar glance but said nothing. She was, of course, unaware of the reason for his nervousness, but Zeus wasn’t, and a quiet chuckle could be heard from the youngest Olympian.

Hades felt the color rise in his face for the second time that day, and he had never been more relieved when the supper ended and he was able to slip away from the table and head for the safety and comfort of his own chambers. He plainly felt Zeus’ eyes in his back as he left and almost heard the wordless promise in his brother’s penetrating stare; I will see you very soon, brother.

Unable to relax or concentrate on anything as he waited, Hades wondered what Zeus expected from him. He was a complete novice to sexual pleasure, and the dark-haired god began to fear that his inexperience would provoke Zeus’ displeasure or even anger. It was no secret that the Olympian leader had enjoyed carnal acts of lust with their three sisters, Hera, Hestia and Demeter for quite some time, but Hades had never been able to guess that his brother’s desires extended to him as well.

Hades gazed at the setting sun through his window; soon it would be evening and time for him to do Zeus’ bidding. His heart sped up at the mere thought; partly from fear but also from excitement.

Reasoning that his first time in bed with anyone, let alone with Zeus, was a special occasion, Hades decided to make himself look presentable for said occasion. He combed his hair until he was certain it was perfectly without any tangles, put on the loveliest robes he had in his possession – his reserved nature meant he had few choices – and had a few sips of wine to calm his nerves. Once he decided he was ready, evening was upon him, and he took a deep breath and left his quarters.

“You look lovely, brother,” Hestia remarked as she passed him in the hallways. “What is the occasion?”

Hades hoped he had not blushed too deeply as he replied. “I have been invited to Zeus’ bedchamber for the night.”

Hestia smiled, but a strange look came to her eyes at the answer. When Hades turned to continue on his way, his sister gently grabbed him by the arm to hold him back.

“Perhaps you should wait a few minutes more…?” she suggested.

“Oh?” the god asked, puzzled by his sister’s behavior. “What reason?”

“You look beautiful, but I get the suspicion that our brother is not quite ready.”

“He told me to arrive in the evening,” Hades insisted. “I do not wish to be late and cause him annoyance.”

“Suit yourself…” Hestia finally said, her tone now holding a hint of defeat. “But do not be too surprised if he is not alone.”

Lifting an eyebrow, Hades continued towards his youngest sibling’s quarters. When he finally arrived, he was about to knock on the door, but it opened before his fist could make contact. He jumped aside as he saw Hera exit the room, adjusting the shoulder of her robes.

“Ah…” Hades said in quiet surprise, finally realizing the reason behind Hestia’s delay. “I see.”

The goddess eyed him quite rudely from head to toe, and Hades could tell that she was definitely not pleased to see him. Hera said nothing, but as she passed her brother, she gave him a barely noticeable shove with her shoulder to show her displeasure.

Hades could only guess that his sister was not happy having to compete for Zeus’ attention with him, even though he did not have much of a say in this matter. Whatever Zeus asked of his siblings, they had no choice but to obey.

“Ahh, Hades…” the leader’s smooth, deep voice said from within the chamber. “Come on in.”

The older god did as requested and cautiously entered his brother’s bedchamber. He had never been inside Zeus’ private quarters before, and he was frankly not surprised at how large and spacious they were compared to his own.

Zeus himself was reclining in his large bed, still unclothed from his earlier coupling with Hera and sipping on some wine. A smile graced his handsome face when he watched his shy brother lower his eyes to the ground and even attempting to hide his features behind his long hair. He knew already that getting Hades to submit to him would present no challenge.

“Disrobe, brother, and then join me in bed,” he commanded, setting the chalice of wine down. His member was already hardening anew, despite the climax he had experienced with Hera only minutes ago. This, however, would be much more enjoyable experience; he was sure of it.

Hades realized he wasted effort in dressing for the occasion, as Zeus hardly cared about his choice of robes. What mattered now was that he was undressed and ready for his brother to mate with him like a wild animal. Though he was more than happy at the situation, Hades was still shy, hardly ever one to expose himself, let alone be intimate. As far as he knew, he was the only one of the Olympians who had never acted on his passions with any of the others. Blushing, he carefully removed his robes, a sudden fear that he might trip and make a fool of himself flickering in his mind.

Zeus looked rather smug as he watched his brother undress, and he poured another chalice of wine, offering it once Hades was completely nude. Hades eagerly took the drink and joined his brother in the large bed. He hardly drank much of it however, when Zeus guided the older god’s face towards him with a large hand. Hades complied and was kissed, and he blindly had to set down his chalice next to the bed for fear of spilling the wine.

Once his hands were free, Hades was wrapped in the arms of the younger Olympian, and Zeus’ kiss became deeper. The leader’s tongue entered the other’s mouth as it had hours before and he heard a satisfied – and equally satisfying – moan escape from Hades. A taste of his older brother lingered on Zeus’ tongue as he finally pulled away, and the look on Hades’ face was of an overwhelmed daze from the pleasure of the kiss alone.

“You are very responsive,” the leader of the gods noted aloud. Hades only gulped, and all but collapsed against the bedding. “I can tell you are still scared, however,” Zeus continued, passing one hand lightly over his brother’s scrawny chest and stomach.

Hades’ nipples peaked at the touch, and another shudder passed through him. Zeus was right; he was scared, but more than anything he was aroused, and the younger god’s caresses had left Hades gasping and writhing in abandon; something he never would have thought possible until now.

Zeus leaned over his brother, one hand tilting Hades’ head back so that Zeus’s lips could access his throat, while the other hand grasped the stiff member between the older god’s legs. Zeus wrapped his fingers around the organ and gave it a few loose strokes; it was quite small and certainly puny compared to his own, but then again, so was the rest of Hades, and Zeus found the difference in size quite exciting.

“Go ahead and touch me, brother,” the leader urged, and a look of uncertainty clouded Hades’ features.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” he confessed, propping himself up against the stack of pillows while studying his brother’s physique. There was no doubt as to what Zeus wanted, but Hades had never touched another man’s sex and he was afraid of doing it wrong and angering the other god.

Rather than becoming annoyed at the response, Zeus gave a low chuckle. “I assure you, it is no more complicated than it seems. Just give me your hand…” He took the other’s slender, long-fingered hand in his own and placed it on his erect phallus. He had secretly dreamt of feeling Hades’ beautiful hands on him for quite some time, and he could only hope they would feel just as lovely as he had imagined them.

Hades began moving his hand up and down when he was told to do so, and the sounds produced by Zeus gave away that the younger god most likely enjoyed the treatment. Hades marveled at the feel of the organ he was handling; it was absolutely huge and he could barely even get his fingers around it.

“Good…” Zeus grunted at the sensation. “Very… good…”

Hades could feel the throbbing of his brother’s thick phallus against his hand, and it felt as though he were holding a separate living thing rather than an extension of the god’s body. Very carefully, he pulled. Zeus shuddered and groaned at the feeling and closed his hand around his brother’s neck. For a moment Hades thought he might be strangled; his fellow god’s hand was so big, but the hand traveled up to his jaw, thumb stroking at his chin.

“I’ve…” Hades mumbled with doubt. “I’ve done it properly?”

Zeus could not help laughing. “It’s wonderful,” he replied. He leaned over the older god and kissed nearly every part of his face. The gesture felt affectionate and sweet, and Hades smiled, kissing back at whatever part of Zeus came within his range. Hands free, he tentatively reached for his own hardening organ, wondering if his response to stroking himself would be as satisfying as that of Zeus. But one of the youngest Olympian’s hands grabbed Hades by the wrist and guided his fingers back around his own phallus.

“Keep going…” Zeus said. “I need to be as hard as I can when I enter you.”

The thought of being penetrated had never affected Hades as it did now when it was about to happen. Entering one of their sisters was an entirely different matter than doing the same to a man, as they seemed to be properly equipped with an orifice for such an act.

“Will it cause much pain?” Hades asked timidly.

“I certainly hope not,” Zeus replied, seizing his brother’s jaw in and letting his thumb caress Hades’ slightly parted lips. He longed to feel those lips wrapped around his organ as well, but they would have to save that for another occasion, as Zeus suspected that such an act would make him spill his seed prematurely.

“Lie down, brother…” he instructed, pressing Hades against the bedding with his hands. “On your belly.”

The older god obediently did as he was told, despite the fact that he would have preferred another position. Lying on his stomach, he would not be able to even see his brother, or touch him in any way. Simply touching himself was made difficult enough.

Zeus proceeded to manually spread his brother’s legs and felt another tremble pass through Hades. The fear of pain together with a feeling of utter vulnerability made him tense up again, and Zeus knew what this meant; if Hades was tense, his orifice would immediately clamp down on anything inserted into him.

“Try to relax, my dear…” Zeus purred seductively and leaned over his brother to nuzzle his neck and shoulders. At the same time he inserted two large, dry fingers into Hades’ body and was rewarded with a pained whimper. The response concerned him; if Hades experienced pain from two fingers already, how would he be able to handle Zeus’ erection?

“Relax…” Zeus whispered again, removed his fingers and softly stroked at the puckered entrance between his brother’s legs, attempting to both soothe and pleasure him.

“I am trying…” Hades replied, his voice stifled with discomfort and useless effort. “I’ve never done this before, and… ah!” He cried out with a noticeable wince as he felt the fingers enter him again. This time the penetration truly hurt. How would it feel when Zeus used his phallus??

Zeus seemed to be wondering the same question, and he pulled his fingers out with a displeased sigh. How on Gaia’s vast earth would he be able to thrust into Hades without hurting him so? The younger god hardly wanted to try despite the pain and have to listen to sobbing and wailing throughout.

“You are very snug,” Zeus mused aloud. “And very dry.”

“I am sorry…” Hades said quietly. He did not wish to offend his brother, but how would he be able to lie with Zeus without enduring that horrible pain? Would such a thing kill him? “I cannot help it.”

“Hmm…” Zeus looked around the room for any possible solutions. If only he could ease the entry, perhaps then entering the elder god would be much less complicated…

Scanning the room, his vision lingered on a nearby extinguished lamp, and an idea came to him.

“Stay there,” he ordered Hades, and he stood up from the bed, opening the lamp and dipping his fingertips into the oil. “This should work,” he said. “Spread your legs again.”

Hades complied and braced himself for the pain Zeus’ fingers had caused him delving into his body the first time. He was therefore surprised when his brother proceeded to rub the lamp oil over his orifice before replacing the now very slick fingers, which slid easily into his channel with almost no friction.

There was still a small amount of pain, but nothing Hades couldn’t endure. He gradually relaxed as Zeus prepared him, moving the fingers in and out in his attempts to stretch the snug passage and get Hades’ body to accept the intrusion.

“Mmmm…” the older god softly mumbled into a pillow when his brother’s fingertip brushed against a spot within him that caused a sudden jolt of intense pleasure. Perhaps he would be able to get some enjoyment out of this act, despite everything.

“I believe you are ready to accept me now,” Zeus announced, withdrawing his fingers. He stroked his own rigid phallus a few times to make it as hard as it could possibly get, and also slathered a thin coat of oil onto it before leaning over his brother to enter him and consummate their union. How he had dreamed of this moment…

Hades said nothing, only nodded. He knew that Zeus was likely to go through with the coupling whether his brother consented or not, so all the older god could do was physically and mentally prepare himself to be taken.

He cried out at the feeling of the inevitable penetration, but not only out of pain. Whatever he had prepared himself for, the final result made all those expectations vanish from his mind. Zeus was so big… the power of the entry was nearly overwhelming. The erect organ practically wore Hades’ tight heat like a boulder wearing a tree grown around it. And the pressure against that mysterious spot within him made stars appear behind his eyelids.

“Are you ready?” he barely heard Zeus ask past the fog of pleasure. Hades nodded again, making a breathy, unintelligible noise of confirmation.

Zeus hardly knew whether the sounds his brother made were out of pain or discomfort, but he did not care. He was too caught up in his own sexual satisfaction to deduce Hades’ emotions, and he continued to thrust, reveling in the way the other god tensed up with every motion, making him cry out louder and ensuring a tighter fit against the younger god’s own phallus.

For Hades, it was a mixture of both pain and pleasure, and though he could not help constricting his channel in response to the thrusts, it brought him a strange, unearthly sense of bliss, one that ached and whipped his senses beyond comprehension. His heavy, hard breaths came loudly now, reaching a crescendo of sharp, keening moans. Even if he had been quiet, he would have hardly heard Zeus, who was far more reserved as he grunted with each shove.

Hades was grateful that his brother supported most of his weight on his own arms, as he suspected he would have been left unable to breathe otherwise. The younger Olympian’s chest barely brushed Hades’ narrow back when Zeus lowered himself down to kiss his brother’s neck, never ceasing his thrusts into him. He was close now… The nearly unbearable tightness and heat combined with the added stimulus of Hades’ insides flexing around his organ brought his arousal to new heights, and Zeus added speed to his thrusts, all thoughts except those of his own approaching climax banished from his mind.

Despite having no previous experience in this area, Hades could tell that his fellow god was close simply from listening to the sounds he made. His stabs into his brother’s much smaller frame were powerful enough to literally shove Hades into the mattress, and the elder god blindly grabbed for a handful of the sheets to prevent himself from being thrown against the headboard of Zeus’ bed.

The Olympian leader did not become really vocal even as he climaxed and shot his release deep into Hades’ bowels with one final thrust, accompanied by the slapping sound of his pelvis impacting hard with his brother’s backside.

Zeus felt momentarily light-headed from the intensity of his release and allowed himself to collapse atop his fellow god, breathing heavily into Hades’ hair. His softening member, still nestled deep within his brother, twitched one final time before becoming fully lax.

Hades was not in pain with his brother completely on top, but he was uncomfortable under the weight. Zeus was taller and generally a bigger form than Hades, and he was thus heavier. He squirmed beneath the younger Olympian in an attempt to show his discomfort, and finally Zeus rolled off of him, a hand lingering against the older god’s neck. Clearly it was a place the leader was rather fond of.

Rolling aside, his back turned to Zeus, Hades quickly grabbed his flagging erection and began to stroke it, still not quite finished like his brother so blissfully was. He was only a few seconds in when the hand fondling his neck gripped him.

“Not on my bed, if you would be so kind,” Zeus said calmly, though his tone sounded dangerously close to anger. “There is a chamber pot just below you. I would rather not have a mess made.”

“Yes, of course,” Hades muttered, reaching and finding the pot. Less than a few minutes later, he had stroked himself into his own climax, reserved and not very loud, but ultimately satisfying beyond belief. Breathing deeply, he rolled onto his back, and smiled, eyes closed as he savored the feeling.

“Now wash the pot out,” Zeus said. “Better now than when it dries out.”

Hades glanced at the pot on the floor, hardly understanding the fuss. “Where, brother?”

“There is a basin at the far wall. Use the water there. We can throw it out in the morning.”

Obeying his brother’s commands, Hades wiped the pot clean of the drying seed and returned to the bed, uncertain of what the youngest Olympian would demand of him next.

“Now come here,” Zeus said, his voice now gentle. “Pour us some wine and lay beside me.”

Reaching for the decanter on his brother’s beside table, Hades did as he was told and offered the chalice of wine to the younger god, who drank a few mouthfuls before returning it. Now that the physical exertion of their coupling was no longer generating heat to keep him warm, Hades shivered in his unclothed state and wrapped both arms around himself in response to the gooseflesh that formed on his skin.

Zeus noticed the response in his brother and took Hades in his own arms, gently holding the other’s slight form against his chest and offering his own warmth as he had done many times with his sisters after making love.

Hades was grateful for the gesture and the heat provided, but he was still tense, unsure of what he was expected to do or what was allowed in his brother’s chambers. Already he had unknowingly almost broken Zeus’ rules by attempting to masturbate in his bed.

“You did very well for your first time,” Zeus said after a few minutes of silence. “I am very pleased with you.”

Hades raised his head to gaze up at his brother’s face. “Do you really think so?” he asked, almost afraid to accept the praise.

“You felt wonderful, even though we had to use the oil,” the leader replied, his hand moving from Hades’ back to cup his head. A kiss was placed on the older god’s dark crown and Hades could only silently wonder at what was going on. Zeus had never been one to show displays of affection; in fact he thought such, especially in public, was rather unseemly, and yet there was no doubt that the kiss his brother had just received was exactly that.

“W-what shall I do now, brother?” Hades asked, failing to keep himself from stuttering. “Shall I take my leave?”

“No, stay here with me for the night, share my bed,” Zeus said, his voice clearly marking that it was not a request. “I’m likely to want you again in the morning.”

Hades stared, faintly surprised. He could not believe his luck. To share the space of a bed with his leader, to sleep with him? He hardly surmised he had done anything his sisters had not done before him.

“Yes, brother,” he said quietly. He was practically delighted to spend the night with Zeus, but the idea of mating again so soon filled him with both thrill and trepidation. He had ultimately enjoyed the evening, but it had also hurt him. How harsh would the pain be tomorrow, so soon after his first encounter?

“As for now…” Zeus mused, “I am well worn out.” He stood from the bed and doused the lamps around them until the room was bathed in darkness, then returned to his brother’s side.

“Goodnight, brother Hades,” he said, taking his elder brother in his arms. Hades stiffened at first, not expecting to be held as the two of them slept, but soon his body relaxed under the gentle grasp of the bigger Olympian. If Zeus had never intended affection, he would not have decided to hold him. Hades smiled and nestled himself into the curves of Zeus’ powerful body.

“Goodnight Zeus,” he whispered back.


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