The Immortal Heart

Chapter 2

When he awoke the following morning, Zeus realized he still had his arms wrapped around Hades. Neither had budged from their places since the moment they fell asleep. He smiled, looking at the peaceful expression of his sleeping brother. Hades had been using Zeus’ arm as a pillow, but oddly enough he did not awake when the younger god freed himself from him and went to relieve himself. Hades was still asleep when Zeus returned to bed, and the leader surmised that the events of last night must have truly exhausted the poor Olympian.

The location of the sun on the sky told Zeus that it was early morning, and he found himself rather hungry. It was custom for one of his sisters to prepare breakfast and bring him a tray of food every morning just about this time, and Zeus’ grumbling stomach could hardly wait.

Hades finally stirred when he felt something touching his face, and his eyes slowly opened only to discern the shape of his youngest brother against the sunlight that streamed in through the window. At first his started, his memories not having caught up with his physical response, but he immediately relaxed when he remembered the previous night’s events.

He had lain with Zeus, and the leader had even asked him to stay the night. The dull ache between his legs was a reminder of their coupling and a solid proof that it had truly happened.

“Hades…” Zeus almost purred, leaning in to kiss his brother. Hades’ large eyes regarded him with a mixture of many emotions, curiosity, apprehension and excitement being some of them.

Zeus pulled the sheets from his brother’s nude form, exposing him, and proceeded to stroke his side and hip. Hades lacked the rounded curves of their sisters, and his hips were thus slim and angular yet very appealing.

“I enjoyed what we did last night,” Zeus said, more to himself than his brother. “And I wish to take you again, preferably before breakfast, since I cannot stand mating on a full stomach.”

Though he was slightly fearful of the level of discomfort Zeus’ needs would bring, Hades immediately kicked off the rest of the sheets until he was utterly exposed. One of his hands instinctively brushed against a nipple, hardening it, and reached out to do the same to one of Zeus’ own. Smiling, Zeus closed his hand around that which stimulated him and guided it downward. Hades’ fingertips brushed against coarse curly hair, thicker at the base of his brother’s sex. Grinning, the older god got onto his hands and knees and attempted to climb onto Zeus so that he could lie atop him, kissing his face.

His plans were put to an immediate end when Zeus realized his efforts and quickly pushed him off, rolling onto his older brother and holding him down by the wrists.

“Do not do that again without my permission,” Zeus all but growled into Hades’ wide-eyed face. “Are we understood?”

Hades nodded, unblinking in his surprise. Perhaps he had been too assertive after all, and he promised himself he would remain far more attentive in what Zeus did and did not like, in bed or otherwise. If not, the next time he caused offence he may get worse than being pinned down helplessly like prey beneath a predator.

“Fine,” Zeus simply said, and he guided his brother’s hand back to his phallus. “Please… continue.”

The current angle, added to the fact that he was still pinned beneath Zeus, did not make it easy for Hades to stimulate his brother, but he tried anyway, afraid of defying the younger god. Soon Zeus was grunting almost like a pig and thrusting his stiff phallus against Hades’ hip while his hands squeezed whatever parts of his brother’s body he could reach.

Hades groaned in discomfort from the harsh, lustful groping, but he also relished it, happy to be the centre of Zeus’ attention and feel his leader’s large, powerful hands touching him in places he himself could hardly even reach. He gasped when those hands suddenly gripped his thighs and spread them without warning; was Zeus going to penetrate him without any oil or preparation this time? Knowing it would hurt him, Hades resisted the urge to try to crawl away, but his body immediately tensed and he even caught himself holding his breath.

Rather than inserting his phallus, Zeus inserted a finger into his brother’s orifice and felt how Hades instantly clamped down on it. The elder god was tense again, and Zeus frowned, wondering why his brother was not relaxed.

“Are you in pain?” he asked the other, but without removing his finger out of Hades’ body.

“I… No, I’m not…” Hades replied, but it was partially a lie, as he was still sore from Zeus’ earlier treatment of him. “Will you… will you use the oil this time?” he then asked, dreading the experience if his brother decided against it.

Zeus almost immediately declined the request, but he reconsidered. Clearly entering Hades was not like entering his sisters, who were able to welcome him easily without oils. A god could not make himself wet like a goddess could, and without the oil, penetrating Hades would be nearly impossible, and a great annoyance to Zeus himself.

“If it will make this easier,” he finally said, and he dismounted from Hades to retrieve the makeshift lubricant. Hades exhaled through his nose, relieved at his brother and leader’s compliance.

“On your belly,” Zeus commanded as he returned to the bedside. Hades obeyed, but hesitantly.

“Brother…” he asked tentatively. “Could we not make love in such a way that I could see you? I would like very much to look at you as you come inside me.” The elder god hoped that perhaps stroking at his brother’s ego would help convince him.

Zeus lifted an eyebrow at the request. “I do not see the point. Besides, I prefer the way I do it.”

And that is all that matters, he nearly said, but held the words back. Instead he slathered the oil about his sex and the opening between Hades’ legs, placed his hands against the halves of his fellow god’s backside and spread them apart, entering without much warning. Hades predictably cried out in shock and pain at the quick intrusion, realizing the abrupt nature of the penetration had to once again be punishment for his impertinence.

With his brother’s face against the bedding, Zeus could not see Hades’ pained expression, but he saw a sweat break out on the slight back, and thin fingers grasp the sheets.

Hades was drawing fast, labored breaths as he tried to will his body to accept the intrusion, but Zeus had not been gentle this time, and the pain was greater now than it had been last night.

In order to let Hades accommodate, Zeus remained still for a few seconds after sinking into him. Though he wanted to deny it, he felt slightly bad for the obvious pain he was causing his brother and realized that the rough entry had been unnecessary and uncalled for.

What difference did it really make if Hades was on his stomach or on his back? Zeus had been irritated at the request, which he’d seen as challenging his own preferences, but his brother was allowed to make respectful requests, and Zeus came to realize that he did not need to resort to punishment to exercise his dominance over the other. Hades had been neither insolent nor disobedient.

With a hand against the small of Hades’ back to keep him still, the leader gently pulled out of his brother and then turned the older god onto his back. The look of surprise on Hades’ visage was almost comical and Zeus chuckled softly in response as he once again settled between his brother’s legs.

“If being on your back will make this better for you, then it is wrong of me to decline you such,” he said, leaning over Hades and entering him again, this time with care. He was pleased when the other’s slender arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him even closer, clearly encouraging Zeus to continue what he’d started.

Hades was in disbelief that Zeus would be so humble around anyone, let alone him. This was likely the closest the youngest Olympian would ever come to an apology. Hardly able to smile from the awe he felt at his brother’s behavior in combination to the intimacy of their position, he entwined his fingers through Zeus’ long dark hair.

The very moment Zeus began to move inside him, Hades softly gasped, though not quite out of the pain he felt only seconds before. The two gods’ eyes locked and the younger continued to thrust, elated by the emerald heaven of his brother’s eyes, how bright they were in the morning light. Zeus thrust faster and harder, and listened to the way Hades’ breath became louder, the way he gasped in pleasure, his chest heaving.

“Ohh…” Hades moaned. “Ohh… Zeus, I… ohhhh…” his hands rubbed against Zeus’ back, fingers tightening and nails digging into skin. The younger god grunted in discomfort and plunged harder, causing a sharp cry to escape from Hades lips. Zeus silenced his cries with a kiss, and the older god’s hips jolted, desperate to feel that hot, throbbing organ go deeper than ever before. It hurt but… it had to keep going!

Then Hades began to feel it. He was peaking and he was not even stroking himself. His member, squeezed in between their vehemently writhing bodies, was receiving enough stimulation even without the involvement of hands, and Hades cried out his climax, his lust-clouded mind not even considering the possibility that such might offend his brother.

Zeus felt the splash of warm seed against his abdomen, and anger briefly flashed in his eyes; he had not asked Hades to soil them both with his release, but he was also aware that it was hardly something his brother could control. Choosing to ignore it for now, Zeus kept thrusting into the other, focusing on his own pleasure.

Hades felt practically boneless after his climax and surrendered fully to the feel of Zeus’ organ moving within him, stretching his delicate insides in a way that was both immensely pleasurable and downright painful.

At some point he became aware of teeth grazing against his throat, not hard enough to break skin but most definitely hard enough to leave a mark. Zeus then proceeded to lap at the place he had bitten into, as if to heal the bruised skin, and Hades moaned faintly in response to the treatment.

Hades shivered at the sensation, his hands shakily caressing at a strong, bare shoulder. Smiling, he turned his gaze to Zeus, who was smiling back, though distraction was in his blue eyes.

“You have spilled your seed against me,” the younger god said. “I would appreciate if you cleaned it up.”

Hades glanced quickly at the stain coating his brother’s stomach. Again he had made what Zeus considered a mess.

“Yes, gladly…” he muttered, easing himself off of the bed quite naked and bringing back the wash basin and a cloth. He found walking to be rather painful now, and he hoped his limp was not as pronounced as it felt. Wringing most of the water from the cloth, he gently wiped away the offending blot. Cleaning the toned stomach of his brother was certainly not an unpleasant task, and he deliberately took his time as he wiped at Zeus’ abdomen.

Zeus clearly enjoyed his brother’s chore as well and smiled serenely as he observed Hades’ work. Once he was completely clean of the sticky seed, he cupped the elder god’s jaw in one big hand, making Hades look up. Leaning in, Zeus placed a long, affectionate kiss against a thin cheek.

“Thank you,” he said. Hades smiled shyly.

A knock came on the door, and both gods looked up.

“It is only your sister, Zeus,” a familiar voice called out.

Zeus grinned and called back, “then come in.”

Recognizing the voice as belonging to Demeter, Hades stiffened at the idea of his sister seeing him like this, naked and flushed with tangled hair, and his brother’s seed leaking down his inner thighs. He sat up, ready to leave the bed, but Zeus’ hand seizing him by the wrist and pulling him back down into the younger god’s arms put an end to his tries.

“Calm yourself, Hades,” Zeus said, his voice signaling clearly that it was an order. “It is only your sister. You don’t have anything she hasn’t seen before.”

The door to Zeus’ bedchamber slowly opened, and Demeter entered, balancing a large tray filled with newly baked bread, fresh fruit and vegetables, dried meat and a large chalice filled with fresh-squeezed orange juice in her arms. She smiled dutifully at her brother and leader, and though her eyes widened at the sight of Hades in Zeus’ arms, her smile did not die out.

“Hades!” she said, not caring to hide her surprise, even though Demeter’s good manners prevented her from giving her older brother more than a brief glance. “Had I know you were here, I would have brought you your own tray of food.”

“No worries, sister,” Zeus replied in his brother’s stead. “There is plenty for us both, I’d say.”

He grinned up at the golden-haired goddess when she approached them to set the tray down by the bed, and when Demeter bent down to serve him some food, he cupped her face in his hand and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Hades rested his forehead against Zeus’ wide shoulder, too embarrassed to look into his sister’s eyes. While his younger brother was clearly unashamed of his body – as he should be – Hades did not share the same carefree attitude. Painfully aware of how pitiful and scrawny his form was compared to Zeus’ and how obvious this was to everybody, he wished that Demeter would leave, even though he liked her better than his two other sisters.

Luckily, Demeter was inclined to only stay long enough to deliver the food. She flashed a grin in their direction and left at once, but not before giving Hades a wink that he just barely caught as he looked up at her departing form.

“What will you have?” Zeus asked as he cut a persimmon in half and offered it to his brother. “Bread, perhaps? A date or a pomegranate?”

Timidly, Hades took the persimmon handed to him, nibbling on it as he continued to lean against his leader. “Thank you.”

“Help yourself, Hades,” the bigger god said as he took several gulps of juice. “What’s mine is yours.”

The very idea of the words just spoken sounded peculiar in Hades’ mind. Would it not have been quite the offer if Zeus referred to more than just the food on the tray? Hades shoved the thought aside, knowing his brother could never have meant something so generous, and took a slice of delicious bread, still warm from baking.

*

That evening, Hades was back in his own living quarters. He had treated himself to a particularly long bath and currently lay on his side in his bed. Though he felt a slight chill in the air, he remained uncovered by sheets or robes. He wanted nothing that could potentially cause him anymore discomfort to his backside. As much as the oil had made his lovemaking with Zeus easier, the pleasure still came with pain, and he was fraught to rest, to remain immobile, anything to lessen the pain.

Lying on his back was out of question, as was sitting down, even on the soft texture of his mattress, as it made the burning ache in his nether regions blossom anew. Hades could only hope dearly that Zeus would give him time to heal before wanting a repeat of the previous night’s activities.

He was just about to slip into an uneasy slumber when a knock on his door started him wide awake. The god’s heart sped up as well, fearing the possibility of facing his leader and being taken by him in his current condition.

“Enter!” he called out, clumsily reaching for the sheets by the foot end of the bed to cover up his naked body.

His visitor turned out to be not Zeus, but Demeter. Hades allowed himself a small sigh of relief and sank back against his pillows, breathing heavily and barely even acknowledging his sister’s presence.

“Hades,” the goddess said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and placing a cool hand on her brother’s forehead, stroking back his tangled, still-damp locks of hair. Nothing was more obvious than the fact that Hades was in pain, and Demeter’s heart reached out to her fellow Olympian. She had already guessed that this was likely what she’d find, considering the elder god had spent his first ever night with Zeus.

“I can tell you’re in pain,” she said compassionately as her hand continued to brush back his beautiful hair. “Did Zeus hurt you?”

Hades felt the color rise in his face at the question. Of course Demeter knew; she’d have to be an idiot not to. “Not too badly.”

“He can be callous, even rough,” the goddess said. “He might not mean it, but he is much bigger than you or I, and he doesn’t always know his strength. Trust me, brother, I speak of personal experience.”

Hades considered the plight of his sisters. Just because they were, as Zeus had said “easier” to make love to, they were not necessarily out of danger from the pain caused by the youngest god’s fervor.

“I am sorry to hear it,” he said, taking the hand which stroked his hair. Demeter smiled for a moment and then resumed a solemn expression.

“Because of such,” she said, reaching into a small bag she had brought with her and removing a small jar. “I have brought some salve. It is used to care for wounds, but our sisters and I have also found it to be quite soothing. Would you allow me to apply it?”

Hades’ face became quite flushed. Already he was rather embarrassed to admit to the pain caused by making love with Zeus, let alone anyone else paying attention to the source of that pain.

“I promise I will be gentle,” Demeter said, her grip on Hades’ hand tightening just enough to show the concern and love she had for her brother. The gesture made Hades smile, if only just a little.

“How shall I lay?” he inquired, pushing away the covers. He would have rather left them on, but he also wanted Demeter to see what she was doing, rather than blindly search by touch under the sheets.

“On your side will work just fine,” the goddess said, and she dipped her hand into the jar until her fingertips found the salve. It glistened in the light, but was a rather opaque, white substance. “Relax,” she advised as she carefully applied the concoction.

The first thought entering Hades’ mind was how small and elegant Demeter’s fingers felt in comparison to Zeus’, but then again, she was female and her hands were small; smaller than his own. The treatment, though beyond gentle, was still slightly painful, and made him groan into the pillow a couple of times. Immediately his sister’s free hand soothingly stroked his leg, and Hades was once again able to relax.

“How does it look… down there?” he murmured, raising one leg to give his sister a better view while looking at her over his shoulder.

“It is slightly swollen, but nothing seems torn, and there is no bleeding,” Demeter replied, withdrawing her fingers, the application done. “Likely you will already feel better in the morning.”

Hades lowered his leg and tentatively rolled over onto his back, as if to test whether or not her salve had any pain-numbing effect. The pressure against his rear end did not feel as pronounced this time, and he was pleased when the burning sensation he had previously experienced remained absent.

“Your treatment already helps,” he said, smiling up at the fair-haired goddess. “I thank you, sister.”

“And I am pleased to be able to help,” she replied, returning his smile and reaching down to touch him again, this time on the cheek.

His smile faded out when another thought suddenly occurred to him. Would it feel this bad every time after he coupled with Zeus? The idea of enduring such pain simply from trying to please his leader was very grim to Hades.

“What troubles you?” Demeter asked, noticing the change in her brother’s disposition.

“I just wonder if I will experience this soreness every time after I lie with Zeus…”

“Perhaps not,” his sister replied. “The first time is always the worst. One is not born with the experience needed. As time goes on you will improve and the pain will no longer overpower the pleasure.”

“I certainly hope so…” Hades said, reaching for the sheets so that he may warm himself and spare Demeter the sight of his exposed form, or rather spare himself the discomfort of an audience. Smiling, the goddess helped to pull the covers toward him, as sitting up would be incredibly uncomfortable for him in his injured state.

“Would you like me to leave you alone now, brother?” she asked.

“Well…” Hades said hesitantly, “I… you may stay if you wish… I would not mind the company.” Her company was better than that of Zeus, he thought.

Demeter pushed herself closer to her brother, not bothering to remove her robes. They would do for providing her warmth whilst Hades relied on his bedcovers.

“Do not fret, dearest,” she said softly as she cuddled up next to Hades. “Despite his passion, Zeus is a fine lover. As long as you can interpret his needs, you will be able to find the satisfaction you seek from him.”

Hades welcomed the contact from his sister, closing his eyes. “As long as he will wait until our next coupling…”


TBC...