The Immortal Heart

Chapter 4

Though he knew he would only be undressing as soon as he entered the room, Hades once again made the effort of looking presentable anyway. He knew he had to look nothing short of lovely for Zeus, or else he might not get another chance after this night. Hades’ heart beat a little faster when he saw the sun had almost set behind the horizon. He had wanted this night to happen, to feel his brother’s strong arms around him, to feel him enter deep inside him… but the pain he had felt was still an unpleasant thought, and he could only hope Demeter had been right, that the pain would go away in time with experience.

“Is someone still keeping our brother occupied?” Hades asked good-naturedly as he passed Hestia on his way to Zeus’ chambers. Hestia only laughed and said that this time she did not know. Smiling, the god continued on his way down the hall until he reached the correct door. He knocked, a little too lightly at first perhaps, then a little harder.

“Who is it?” a voice asked beyond the door.

“Only your brother,” Hades replied, and he was invited in immediately. Already a glass of wine was ready for Zeus, although a second was beside him. It was empty but contained traces of drink. Zeus already had lain with either Demeter or Hera.

“Sit down, Hades,” the youngest Olympian said. “Have some wine.”

Hades complied, and took the time to enjoy the sight of his brother, sprawled out on the bed, nude except for a sheet just barely covering his sex. The older god was unsure of whether he should disrobe before joining Zeus in bed or not, but since his brother hadn’t mentioned such, he chose to seat himself still clothed.

The leader shifted from his previous position and reached out to touch his fellow Olympian, trailing his fingers lightly over Hades’ shoulder and back. The touch, though very gentle, made Hades’ skin burn where his brother’s fingers had touched. The movement also caused the sheet covering Zeus to slip aside and reveal his half-hard organ, soon eager and ready for a new romp between the sheets. Hades set the chalice of wine aside, edging closer to the bigger god. He suddenly felt really warm and began to wish he had already been naked.

Zeus gripped his brother’s neck and pulled Hades down for a passionate, aggressive kiss, forcing his tongue into the other’s mouth and thoroughly exploring the wet cavern. Hades simply moaned and let his body go slack, doing his best to breathe through his nose until the harsh hold on his neck relented. The leader’s free hand simultaneously pulled up Hades’ robe and hungrily squeezed the cheeks of his backside. A thought that briefly appeared in Zeus’ head was that his brother’s rear was as soft and pliant as that of a goddess, and he chuckled.

The laughter of course did not go by unnoticed, and Hades blushed, looking away from Zeus.

“My apologies if I am not of the same caliber as our sisters,” he muttered.

“No need,” Zeus said, still chuckling. “I was only thinking about how your backside resembled that of a goddess.”

Though he was relieved his brother found pleasure in his body, Hades blushed even deeper, receiving yet another laugh from the younger god.

“You never fail to amuse me, Hades,” Zeus mused aloud, planting a kiss against the other’s forehead. “Don’t ever stop.”

Hades managed a smile, and looked up timidly at his brother’s entertained grin. They kissed deeply again, and Hades felt his fellow god’s erect organ poking at his belly. The elder god was beginning to grow harder with each breath. Their kisses became more passionate, wetter and more unconscious. Their mouths fell upon whatever skin was in reach.

“Wait…” Hades said before thinking, and he instantly regretted speaking.

Zeus froze, looking right at him. “Wait?”

“Forgive me, brother,” Hades apologized. “It is only that something occurred to me. I had made a mess last time… perhaps I should bring the wash basin over now, rather than later…? Of course if you disagree, then you know best…”

Zeus pursed his lips at the suggestion and quickly thought it over. It made a lot of sense, and he saw no reason to reject what Hades had proposed.

“Yes, fine, bring it over,” he said, letting go of his brother so that Hades could leave the bed and do his bidding. He could not help but be impressed at the other’s assertiveness, and for the first time ever it occurred to him that he might not give Hades enough attention or credit. His oldest brother might not be very strong or brave, but there was no denying he was clever.

Along with the half-full basin, Hades also chose to include several washcloths used for cleaning them both of bodily fluids. Knowing how much of an inconvenience his brother found the lamp oil, Hades also figured that Zeus might want to wipe his organ clean of the substance after he had found release.

“Now take off your clothes, brother,” the leader commanded once his fellow god had set everything in place. “Let me see you.”

Hades nodded meekly and pulled his robe over his head, letting it fall into a heap on the floor. His long, thick hair obscured much of his shoulders and chest, and he threw it back to give Zeus a full view of himself.

“You are very beautiful, are you aware of that?” the leader asked when he once again pulled Hades into his arms, this time seating the smaller god across his lap.


Hades smiled shyly. The thought had truly never occurred to him before. Though deeply flattered, he wished to remain modest, as he did not quite share his brother’s sentiment, as sweet as it was. “I am nothing compared to someone like Hestia, or…”

“None of that,” Zeus interrupted, fingertip placed against his brother’s lips, then against the tip of the older god’s curved nose. “Our sisters are female after all. But you are unique amongst even gods. You are beautiful. Especially your eyes. They are like gems.”

Hades’ smile became a grin, and he hid his face against the junction of Zeus’ neck and shoulder. His beard tickled Zeus, who initially welcomed the sensation, though his brother’s facial hair was easily a distraction that he did not always welcome. Perhaps he could convince Hades to cut it...

Hands gripping his older brother’s shoulders, Zeus pulled Hades away so that they could speak again. “Retrieve the oil.”

Nodding in obedience, Hades quickly bounded off of the bed just long enough to grab the lamp oil and hand it to his leader.

“Now,” Zeus continued, holding it at eye level with Hades, “wipe it on me. Prepare me for our union.”

This was a task that Hades would take great joy in performing. Careful not to spill any oil on his brother’s bedding, he poured a small amount onto his palm and proceeded to rub it over Zeus’ hard length, once again marveling at its size. How something that big could fit into his body in the first place was somewhat of a mystery; one he would rather not unravel.

“Shall I prepare myself too?” he asked once his brother’s organ had received sufficient preparation.

Zeus merely nodded, smiling and leaning back as he watched Hades insert two tentative fingers into himself. The older god’s face was a comical mixture of arousal and deep focus, and Zeus felt compelled to laugh again, despite knowing that it would embarrass his brother.

“You are too modest, my dear Hades,” the leader said gently when he pressed their bodies together once more. His erection nudged Hades’ hip and left a snail’s trail of oil on the other’s smooth, pale skin. Zeus felt a tremble pass through the slender form and kissed him softly on the lips, wanting Hades to know that he had nothing to fear. This time Zeus would take care and be particularly gentle when he entered his brother.

When the penetration occurred, Hades gasped. He felt a slight twinge of pain, but it was not as great as it had been nearly ten days before. Still, the way Zeus filled him was so overwhelming, so perfect…

“Good?” He heard Zeus mutter from beyond the warm, arousing haze.

“Yes…” he all but stammered. “Oh, yes…”

He heard a low chuckle of amusement, something he knew he would have to get used to, and felt Zeus move within him, causing another moan to escape past his lips. Hades writhed slightly around his brother’s organ, trying to communicate encouragement to begin, to move faster, anything to increase this heavenly feeling. His body, chest heaving, was sensitive as a serpent coiled to strike, and the very moment he felt Zeus’ touch against his neck, he jolted as though struck by lightning.

“Receptive, are we?” Zeus asked, greatly amused by his brother’s behavior.

“Mmmmn,” Hades murmured, lost in his own pleasure.

Zeus kissed his older brother’s cheek, eliciting another soft groan, and whispered, “I have an idea. Can you put your arms around my neck?”

Hades clumsily did as asked, throwing his limbs over the younger god’s shoulders. Scooping Hades up in his arms, Zeus lifted his brother until the elder Olympian was sitting in his lap, still penetrated by his pulsating organ.

“Ohhh… this feels…” Hades’ arms remained wrapped around Zeus, embracing him lovingly.

Zeus trailed his hand down Hades’ back, feeling his backbone and a thin sheen of sweat covering the delicate, ivory skin. The older god was breathing hard, almost gasping, and Zeus was unable to tell if Hades was in pain or simply bathing in his own arousal.

“Are you hurting, brother?” the leader whispered in his brother’s ear, urging to move inside him yet determined to wait until he had made sure that Hades was ready.

“No… no, I am in no pain…” Hades whispered back, barely coherent enough to form words. Zeus had a secure hold on him, but he was still on top of the younger god. After his brother’s reaction last time Hades had tried to roll onto him, being seated on Zeus’ organ was not something he had expected to experience.

When Zeus finally began to move, thrusting into his brother from beneath, Hades responded by tightening his own hold on Zeus’ shoulders and hair. He needed something to cling to, or he was convinced that he would either float to the ceiling or burst in flames, perhaps both. Zeus’ own hand entangled in Hades’ hair, pulling it as his pleasure grew, no longer caring if he caused his brother pain. A groan of discomfort suddenly escaped Hades between those of ecstasy, and he tensed when his neck was bent into an awkward and downright painful angle by his brother.

“Zeus…” he moaned, scared to interrupt the Olympian leader but suddenly afraid that the bigger god would cause some serious damage to his neck. Indeed Zeus did not always know his strength. “Zeus, please…”

His own brain addled by a suffocating fog of pleasure, Zeus only heard his name as a means of encouragement, and his speed increased. Clearly he would not be letting go of his brother’s hair anytime soon, and Hades had to think of something quick or else he would be nursing a sprained neck for the next few days. Somehow he had the feeling even a powerful climax would not be worth that.

Freeing one hand, he reached up and grasped at that belonging to Zeus, the one which gripped his hair like a predator’s jaws against its quarry’s throat. Hades hardly knew whether this attempt would work, but the hope of success encouraged him anyway. He wriggled his fingers into the tight fist, gripping as hard as he could.

“Oh, Zeus…” he whispered, hiding his intent.

Seconds later, Hades’ plan finally worked. Zeus let go of his brother’s hair and instead took his hand, fingers interlaced tightly. The strength of his grip was still painful, but it was better than wrenching Hades’ neck out of place.

With the hand off of his hair, Hades was able to resume his focus on the more pressing – and far more satisfying – matter at hand. He began to match his movements to those of Zeus, lifting himself with a little bounce as his brother thrust at a steadily harder, faster rhythm. Both gods began to moan louder as they came inescapably close to climax, Hades’ voice at an octave higher than Zeus’.

Every muscle in Zeus’ powerfully built body flexed like a spring when he finally reached his peak, and once again Hades was forced to experience his youngest sibling’s unspeakable strength. The arms wrapped around him tightened to the point of suffocation, but fortunately they loosened their grip on Hades almost immediately, as Zeus collapsed backwards against the bedding and took his brother with him.

Lying against the younger god’s chest, Hades was able to both hear and feel the strong beat of Zeus’ heart beneath his ribcage, nearly as loud as a small machine. He could hear the rush of his own pulse in his ears, and after only a short while he imagined that the beat of their hearts had become synchronized.

“Hades…” Zeus murmured, his hands moving from Hades’ back to his head, lifting it so that he could gaze into his brother’s beautiful though not quite focused eyes. “Hades, brother… I thoroughly enjoyed that…” he wearily announced, tracing the elegant curve of the other’s cheekbones with his thumbs.

Hades’ features were quite similar to Zeus’ own, except that the leader himself was not so much beautiful as he was handsome, and also lacked the older god’s large eyes. Zeus found amusement in the idea that Hades’ eyes were the only parts of his body that were bigger than the corresponding parts in his brother’s form.

Hades slowly sat up, still straddling Zeus, and felt the leader’s softening member slide out of him. He bent his head to smile down at his brother, but the sudden twinge of pain in his neck quickly wiped the look of satisfaction from his face.

Zeus noticed the wince his brother gave and caressed the naked thighs against him. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I…” Hades said automatically, but the discomfort of his neck was far too distracting for him to tell a lie successfully, his hand impulsively grasped at the ache, rubbing at it in vain.

“Nonsense, let me have a look,” Zeus said, seeing through the lie and sitting up once more. He saw no bruising but surmised some kind of sprain was the culprit of his brother’s ailment.

“Oh, my brother,” he softly cooed as though comforting an injured animal. One of his big hands carefully rubbed at the older god’s neck.

Hades remained quite still, practically in awe of how kind Zeus was to him at this very moment.

“Was I too harsh on you?” the younger god asked. “I admit I can get a little carried away at times… but it looks like there was no real harm done.”

Hades certainly hoped not. Still wondering how his brother could go from punishing him for being assertive to feeling guilty about forgetting his own strength in bed, he did not notice where Zeus’ hand was going until he felt strong fingers close around his phallus.

“Oh!” Hades cried out reflexively, staring with wide eyes at his fellow god’s grinning face.

“Does that distract you from the ache, brother Hades?” Zeus asked.

Hades had not climaxed during intercourse like his brother, and his member had already gone almost flaccid due to the lack of attention paid to it, mixed with the pain in his neck. Feeling Zeus’s fingers wrap themselves around it, however, was a very welcome – and unexpected – sensation. Hades had presumed that his brother would not bother with such, most likely thinking it was something the older god could just as easily do himself, but he was very pleased to have been proven wrong. Zeus’ hand felt much more satisfying than his own.

“Oh Zeus…” he said between heavy pants and gasps while leaning against the bigger god, the pain in his neck momentarily forgotten.

“Hades…” Zeus’ other hand was planted against Hades’ chest and gently pushed to put some distance between them. “I cannot move my hand if you lean on me,” the leader explained. “Lie down on your back, and it will be easier for us both.”

Hades immediately obeyed, eyes closed, and felt how his brother settled down next to him, warmth practically radiating from his large form. The hand soon resumed its grip on his sex and established a comfortable rhythm which brought Hades to his peak some minutes later.

Zeus scowled at the pearly drops of seed now covering his hand, but rather than telling his brother to clean him, he reached past Hades for the washcloths the other had brought earlier and wiped himself clean of Hades’ release.

Chest heaving, the elder god was in a daze as he watched his brother’s progress. Several seconds passed by before Hades found the words to speak. “I am sorry to have caused a mess.”

“Thanks to your planning ahead, it is hardly a mess at all,” Zeus happily replied, dunking the cloth into the basin and drying his hands on a separate cloth. He glanced down at the form of his brother, still recuperating from the powerful climax, and smiled, dipping his fingertips into the washbasin. Hades, eyes closed, did not realize Zeus’ intent until he felt water droplets flicked into his face. Flinching, he opened his eyes and looked at Zeus, who was now chuckling.

“Do you know what I like about you the most, Hades?” the youngest Olympian asked.

“What is that?” Hades responded, no clue as to the answer. He received a fingertip traveling down the slope of his long nose.

“You are so much fun to play with.”

Hades was not sure how he felt about this statement, but if it meant Zeus was smiling and happy to be spending time with him, it was not so bad. He smiled back.

*

Hades awoke first the following morning, and just like last time, he was momentarily puzzled to find himself away from the familiar environment of his bedchamber. As soon as his memories caught up with him, he relaxed, but not fully. Zeus lay beside him, still soundly asleep, his arm thrown loosely around his older brother’s waist.

For a moment Hades contemplated going back to sleep, but he soon realized that it was not going to be easy. He had a pressing need to relieve himself, but he was unsure of whether he’d be able to leave the bed without awaking his brother and thus displeasing him. The need would not go away simply because it was ignored, and the older Olympian slowly and carefully began to edge away from Zeus, pleased that the leader’s hold on him did not tighten.

Swinging his legs over the bedside, Hades briefly considered leaving, but Zeus had not given him permission to leave, and he did not want to offend his brother and possibly ruining any chance of a future night spent together. Then suddenly a thought occurred to him. He remembered the chamber pot Zeus had told him to use as a container for his seed, and he reached down underneath the bed, feeling for it, and as if by luck, the rounded ceramic vessel was soon in his hands.

When avoiding making noise, it seemed any sound, no matter how, low was amplified. Hades grimaced at the impact of the urine stream against the inside of the pot, and glanced back several times to the still sleeping god behind him, hoping he would not be granted a rude awakening.

Nearly finished, Hades thought he might succeed and resume sleep with his brother when the door opened. Hera, not even bothering to knock, entered the room with a tray of food for Zeus’ breakfast. She had barely taken two steps before seeing Hades, naked and urinating at the edge of their leader’s bedside. Both stared at one another for only half a minute, but the silence felt as though they had been frozen for hours.

Hades managed to finally empty himself, though the act was difficult with an audience, and replaced the pot on the floor. Hera’s face, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, read of an unsettling, silent fury.

A rustling was heard behind Hades and when he finally dared to take his eyes off his sister, he turned to see Zeus awaking as though nothing was out of place. He smiled at first, his expression dreamy as he reached for Hades, but then Hera became clear in the corner of his eye, and he looked at her in quiet surprise.

“I did not hear you knock,” he finally said.

“I guessed it would not be necessary, as you might very well have been asleep, brother,” Hera replied icily, and Hades was shocked at the boldness of her answer. It bordered on insolence!

Zeus rubbed his forehead, as though to clear his brain from the last traces of sleep. “Very well,” he said. “Bring me my breakfast.”

The goddess continued further inside the room, making a point out of not acknowledging the older god. Hades could easily tell that he had offended her with his mere presence, but he did not understand his sister’s loathing of him. For years Hera had already shared Zeus with her two other sisters; why did the leader’s recent interest in Hades anger her so much?

Hades shivered, and almost immediately Zeus’ muscular arms wrapped around him from behind and pulled him against his brother’s chest, both to share warmth and as a display of affection. Hades watched Hera’s thin lips become even thinner, and she set Zeus’ breakfast tray down with enough force to splash some of the juice out of its chalice.

The display did not pass unnoticed by Zeus, who rewarded his sister with a sharp stare. “What is on your mind, sister?” he snapped, determined not to tolerate more of this disrespectful behavior.

“Nothing that would concern you, brother,” Hera replied, offering a rather feigned smile. “Why don’t we move on to more pleasurable activities before we fill our stomachs…?”

Zeus paused before giving his sister any sort of answer, lifting a cup to his lips and inhaling the juice’s aroma. “No, I do not think we shall,” he said, not looking at her shocked countenance as he sipped his drink. “I would prefer to spend my morning without such stimulation.”

Mouth agape at the answer, Hera looked at Hades, then at Zeus, then back to Hades again.

“Dear brother,” she said, referring to her youngest sibling. “Very rarely do you decline an offer to lie with one of us when you rise.”

“True,” Zeus replied, catching the way his sister looked at Hades with such derision. His free hand shot out and grabbed Hera by the jaw, turning her face – and thus her eyes – towards his. “I am not declining my right to satisfaction. Only with whom I shall follow it through with. Now go. Your services are no longer needed.”

Hera could only stare in angry disbelief as she was let go and her hand went to her jaw where Zeus’ fingertips had grasped her. Hades watched her wordless rage, wondering if she would be inspired enough to throw something at his head. Fortunately she did not, and she stormed out of the room, all but slamming the door behind her.

Hades had barely dared to trust his own ears when he heard Zeus’ rejection of Hera and his blatant dismissal of her. Had the leader truly turned down one of his sisters in favor of him? A rather twisted sense of pride began to fill him, and a small smile appeared on his lips, too subtle for his brother to notice.

Zeus proceeded to eat his breakfast, offering Hades various fruits along with pieces of bread and meat. The older god was almost fearful of turning down the offers of food, even though his stomach was already full. Zeus had a much bigger appetite, and also required more sustenance than his smaller brother, though Hades was hesitant to point this out.

Once the Olympian leader finally decided that he’d had enough to eat to start his day, he set the nearly empty tray aside and turned his full focus on his fellow god. Even in bed with tousled hair and traces of sleep in his eyes, Hades was a lovely sight to behold, and Zeus couldn’t help but want him again, despite having just eaten. Reaching out for his brother, Zeus grasped Hades’ arm and jerked the other toward himself, not too harshly, he thought, even though the small cry of pain his brother gave proved the opposite. Hades’ hand once again went up to rub at his neck.

“Oh dear,” Zeus said, his tone once again gentle but half-hearted, as if he were humoring Hades. At least humoring was better than disapproving.

Both of Zeus’ hands closed over his brother’s neck as though the heat they provided would take away the pain. They were comforting, and Hades closed his eyes as he relished the feeling.

“Poor old Hades cannot endure his brother’s enthusiasm,” Zeus said, and he chuckled as his thumbs rubbed over an angular jaw line. Hades sighed, feeling as though he could will the pain away thanks to his leader’s gentility.

“You should have alerted me to your pain,” Zeus advised.

“I did not wish to offend… or suggest I might be giving you orders,” Hades mumbled past the serene comfort provided by those large hands.

“How considerate of you,” the younger Olympian’s tone was unreadable, and Hades was unable to discern whether it was earnest or cynical. “If you are hurt by my passion, do not hesitate to tell me. If not, then I might accidentally make things worse, and then where would we be?”

Opening his eyes, Hades looked into Zeus’ own, and marveled at their color, blue as the sky. “I understand, brother,” he said. “Should it happen again, I will tell you.”

Zeus nuzzled his cheek, obviously pleased. His hands were gentle when they once again caressed Hades’ torso, but his kisses and soon also his touch became more ardent and passionate, leaving little doubt as to what he wanted. Hades was pressed down on his back with Zeus on top of him, and almost immediately following that, the younger god’s fingers had found their way in between his brother’s legs, fumbling to penetrate him.

Hades went taut when the first digit entered his passage, scraping against tissues still slightly raw from their previous lovemaking only hours in the past. Zeus’ most recent advice fresh in his mind, Hades was torn between alerting his brother to the soreness or simply letting it pass without saying anything.

It had been easier this time, and Hades was hopeful that some day, hopefully not in a too distant future, he would be able to make love to Zeus without any pain whatsoever involved. Still, he couldn’t help but fear that unless he spoke up, he would be needing Demeter’s salve again before bedtime that evening.

“Zeus…” he murmured, cupping his brother’s face in his hands. When the younger god tried to kiss him again, Hades pulled away. “Zeus… I don’t wish to offend, but… I am still sore, between my legs… You said to tell you if I hurt, and I do now.”

Zeus stopped his advances and deliberated for a few seconds before finally saying, “… hmm… that is a problem.” He continued to kiss as though the promise made only minutes before was an empty one. Hades feared he would be penetrated nonetheless, but did not resist his brother’s progress.

Zeus continued to kiss between words. “Then how do we…”

A kiss against Hades’ lips.

“… leave me satisfied…?”

A kiss on his cheek.

“If only…”

Kiss, kiss, kiss…

“There was some way…”

Zeus’ kisses were like feasting on a fine dessert. Hades opened his mouth and felt his brother’s tongue enter, exploring him intimately. The physical connection between them, the two gods’ mouths closed against one another as though they were sharing the same breath.

“Mmmn,” Zeus moaned softly, and he pulled away, breaking the connection. Hades gave him a questioning look, wondering if he had done something wrong. “You have just given me an idea.”

Eyebrows slightly raised, Hades could only say, “Indeed?”

“Indeed,” Zeus said with a nod. “I wonder how your lips might feel against me… between my thighs.”

Hades blinked, realizing what his brother asked of him, and a hint of blush came to his cheeks. “I admit I have never done such a thing before.”

“I figured you had not,” Zeus said, holding back a laugh.

He rolled off of his brother and sat up, beckoning to Hades to do the same. The smaller Olympian obeyed, but he was more than just slightly fearful of what Zeus wanted from him. Giving pleasure by mouth was not something he had ever done, and unlike being penetrated by Zeus, this would give him much more direct control over his brother’s pleasure. Should he do it wrong…

“Oh, Hades…” the leader sighed, having noticed his fellow god’s obvious apprehension. He grasped Hades’ jaw and brushed his fingers over his brother’s thin yet delightfully pink lips. “You look fearful, brother. Why is this?”

“I… I’m afraid of doing it wrong and angering you…” Hades replied truthfully, his voice a mere whisper.

“Since it is your first attempt at such, I will not demand much of you,” Zeus assured him, leaning back against his pillows. He gripped his own half-hard member and gave it a few strokes with his hand to make it harden further.

Hades glanced at the organ he was expected to take in his mouth; it was too big for him to envelop fully, and he hoped that it was not what Zeus expected him to do. The leader pulled him closer and with a hand against Hades’ neck, he slowly guided the other’s head down to his groin.
Hades, not having much choice, opened his mouth and took in the head of Zeus’ hard phallus.

“Now… this is where it gets tricky,” Zeus directed. “When I take you, I do most of the moving. But much of this at present will be provided by you. Do you understand?”

Hades nodded, his brother’s member bobbing back and forth in his mouth. He knew he had to look idiotic, especially when he saw the grin on Zeus’ face.

“Try it.”

Doing as ordered, Hades moved his lips over his fellow god’s sex, pumping against the shaft as though he were stroking him with a hand. He felt quite silly, but based on the noises coming from Zeus, he had to be doing something correct. Strangely enough, Hades could feel every tremor from Zeus based on physical contact with his phallus alone. He noticed the responses particularly when a shudder came over the younger god’s form.

“Mind the teeth, please,” Zeus muttered. Otherwise, he passed a hand over his front, drifting up from his toned stomach to his chest, where he lightly pinched at a dark nipple.

Feeling encouraged, Hades tried to increase his pace, although several times the tip of Zeus’ organ hit the back of his throat, and only drawing his mind blank kept him from gagging.

The hand at the back of his head, first there only to guide and encourage, gradually tightened its hold as Zeus’ pleasure grew. Hades was only able to take in less than half of his brother’s phallus without triggering his gag reflex, and he used his hand on the part he was unable to fit into his mouth.

Zeus had to admit that his brother was a very fast learner, at least when it came to giving pleasure by mouth, but the other god’s facial hair turned out to be a huge distraction from the wonders Hades did with his lips and tongue. Falling over his thighs and testes, Hades’ beard, though not as long as the Olympian leader’s own, caused Zeus a great deal of discomfort, nearly tempting him to interrupt Hades just so he could scratch himself.

A tremor went through Zeus’ muscular limbs when he felt his climax approaching, and his hand clamped down on his brother’s head, instinctively trying to enhance his pleasure by forcing his member down deeper against the source of it. Hades struggled briefly against the hold, fighting not to vomit, and when Zeus’ hand finally relented, the older god felt a stream of hot, salty liquid gush down his throat. Now coughing violently, he pulled away from his brother’s phallus, only to receive a second jet of semen across his face.

Zeus observed his brother’s reaction, seemingly in a calm manner. He frowned and sat up, reaching for the wash basin which had never left the bedside.

“Here,” he said, wringing out the washcloth and handing it to Hades, who willingly took it and wiped the seed from his face without hesitation.

“You react so strongly,” Zeus stated aloud. “What were you expecting?”

“I had no expectations,” Hades said, suddenly concerned the semen had gotten into his eyes. He did not need something like that hardening in his eyelashes.

“Your sisters were far less unnerved when they had performed it upon me,” the younger god said plainly. “I surmised that you would know my seed would release exactly as it had when I penetrated you.”

“I apologize, brother,” Hades said in a low voice, still feeling dirty from the sticky mess. Did he have it in his hair too, he wondered. “I was surprised, that is all.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Zeus replied. “You have never done this before after all…” he stroked at his older brother’s chin, lifting his face so that their eyes would meet. “This beard has you at a disadvantage to your sisters. It is a distraction. Otherwise your performance would have been perfect.”

“Well, I am sorry about that,” Hades muttered, stroking his beard and suspecting that traces of Zeus’ seed had landed there as well. “I did my best, and I cannot really help having a beard.”

Zeus’ eyes narrowed as he studied his brother’s face. Hades was beautiful, even through his facial hair, but there was no doubt he would look even lovelier without it. It would also make him far more comfortable to kiss and to receive pleasure from.

“You could get rid of your beard, brother,” he said. “In fact, I believe I would like you to.”

The seconds following his younger brother’s statement, Hades was at a loss for words. Get rid of his beard?? It had been a part of him for so long that he could not even picture his visage without it.

“Zeus…” he began, practically pleading. “I… My… My beard is a part of me that I do not wish to lose. Is there nothing else that—”

“Hades, you heard me,” the leader interrupted, his voice calm but now containing a trace of impatience. “Get rid of your beard. It is what I want. Do you object?”

“Brother… What if I could trim it, perhaps cut it shorter…?”

“No.” Zeus’ voice was now cold as ice. “I want it gone. All of it. Shave your face. This is not up for argument, Hades. You will do as I say. Do you understand?”

Hades went silent. No one ever disagreed with Zeus’ commands, not outwardly. But… his beard? He would feel exposed without it. It is hair, he reminded himself. Hair grows back. Perhaps one day Zeus will allow it to grow again…

With this naïve reasoning in mind, he nodded. “Yes, brother.”


TBC...