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It has been a slow day for Charon. He idly rows his boat down the Styx, picking up shades at the Temple and delivering them to their rightful afterlife. He awaits at the Temple occasionally, waiting for a burst of color or his little bird to come tumbling out the gates, eager to spend the night in Erebus. Hermes was always welcome to spend nights with Charon, whether it was to just cuddle, or if he dared, even for a restless night of sex. Things have been very busy. Ares had apparently sparked another war up on the surface, so they hadn't had much time together. Hermes has had to double up on his duties as a psychopomp, leading him to just have to drop off souls before disappearing back to the surface. Charon was a bit disappointed at this, but he knew it was necessary. If he gave in to Hermes demands once, he knew his little bird would try again and again to lure him away while on the job. Not that he would, but he needed to be careful with that little minx of his. The only brief snatches of contact in the past year had been kisses, starting off as a chaste peck on the lips but getting more and more desperate. Hermes was obviously trying to rile the boatman up, but both of them knew they wouldn't have time. They could fuck all they wanted once this blasted war was over.
Charon keeps rowing down the Styx, taking in all the sights of the Underworld when he hears the familiar rustle of wings behind him, and sees his colorful little bird. Hermes practically launches himself onto Charon, smothering him with kisses. Charon happily reciprocates, gently pressing his teeth to Hermes’ forehead, smoke pouring and bathing Hermes in a purple haze. Hermes kisses him again, and Charon can feel his smoke filling Hermes up, watching as his little bird holds onto it for a second before blowing it out, mimicking Charon. In his excited chatter, Charon can piece together that Hermes also has a slow day today, and the war is coming to a halt. His spirits are lifted. Maybe he'll invite Hermes over soon, and they can drink themselves into a stupor. They hold onto each other for a bit, happy to be able to be a bit more affectionate after the long year of war. Charon tells Hermes a bit about his day, Hermes chatting along and sharing the details of his. He says he has enough time to spare for a boat ride, and sits on the first bench, staring out into the Styx.
Hermes has been busy. With the ongoing war and Zeus' new affairs, he hardly has any time to spend with his wonderful boatman. He misses his touch, the way his hands can be so gentle yet so ferocious. He knows what he wants and he wants it desperately, but the Charon won't crack. It's infuriating. Every new kiss he's given him he's tried to show his desperation in, making each kiss more heated and messy, hoping he can lure Charon away for even a bit to get a good fuck, but the boatman is unrelenting, turning him down with a "maybe next time". Which still has yet to come.
But he has an idea in mind. He knows it's risky, but he hopes it will work. He knows Charon can get a bit possessive of him, and he’s willing to test it out. If it doesn't he'll drag Charon to Erebus himself, strip him naked and ride him into oblivion. Charon watches his little bird chat away, half-listening, rowing the shades once more. Once they're all off and it's just them once more, he rows them on the Styx. The boat moves in a steady rhythm, until he hears this:
"I feel like I haven't gotten a good fuck in a while. Maybe I should try with the mortals."
Charon can feel his jealousy rise, but he stays quiet. Hermes wouldn't do that. He's just trying to get some kind of reaction out of him. He knows his little bird would never cheat on him, whether it be god or mortal. They would never be able to handle his insane stamina, not be able to treat him as he could. But Charon can't help but be jealous. Hermes keeps talking, unaware of Charon's slowly rising possessiveness.
"I could disguise myself as a mortal, maybe head down to a palace, I know there'd be many willing for the chance to bed me. Maybe it would be more than one, I think I could take a few in a row. Maybe more. Oh, it'd be amazing, I'd be stuffed full until I can't breathe..."
Hermes has failed to notice the boat has come to a stop in Erebus. Charon has remained silent this entire time, staring at his little bird with such fury. Hermes is still chatting away about his fantasies, maybe he could have Aphrodite help him to seduce the men at the palace, lure them away and let them have their way with him. How they'd slowly undress him and caress his skin. How they’d stuff him from both ends, breeding him like the whore he is.
Charon grabs Hermes by the back of his neck and teleports the both of them to his chambers, slamming him against the wall. Hermes struggles against his hold, but they both knew he could escape if he wanted. Hermes was a free bird. He could will himself out of Charon’s hold, but he doesn’t. His cheek is pressed against the wall, and his breathing is already hard, heat pooling in his stomach. His wings flutter fast, and Charon can already see his erection tented against his chiton, and he hisses, smog pouring out of his maw. He squeezes just a little tighter, as if asking, daring Hermes to repeat what he just said.
Hermes, on the other hand, is thrilled. He's only seen Charon like this a few times before, and each and every time he's turned on beyond words. He feels the hand around his neck squeeze just a bit tighter, and not being able to stare into Charon's eyes just makes his erection strain tighter, wanting release in some way. When the boatman doesn't get an answer, he throws Hermes on the bed like he's a rag doll, following him and pinning his arms above his head with brute force. Hermes can feel the strength holding him back, before Charon leans down and roughly kisses him. Hermes can't help but follow along, moaning into their kiss as Charon breathes into him, filling his lungs with his lavender smoke.
Charon is still furious, conjuring up some smoke that forms a ring around the base of Hermes' cock, tight enough to prevent any release until Charon was satisfied. Hermes, noticing this new change, whines and tries to buck up into nothing, only to be held down by Charon's other hand. More smoke twines around Hermes' wrists, keeping them bound up and leaving one of Charon's hands free. He puts his thumb to Hermes' lips, shoving two fingers inside when he opens his mouth. He hadn't prepared for this, so this would have to do, for now. Hermes already seems debauched, sucking his fingers like they're a lifeline. He whines against his fingers, obscene little noises that make Charon want to break him in. When he feels he's done enough, Charon reaches down and lifts one of Hermes’ legs up, granting him better access to his entrance. He circles his fluttering hole for a few moments before he pushes two fingers in, hearing Hermes moan again. Immediately he can feel a difference. Normally it’s a tight squeeze, to ready him for his cock, but tonight it feels… looser. Like he’s already prepared himself.
"Did you touch yourself?"
Hermes' silence tells him everything he needs to know. He shoves in harder, hitting all the sweet spots that make Hermes sing. Hermes tries bucking down on his fingers, only to receive a sharp slap on his ass. It stings but gods it feels so good.
Finally, when he deems Hermes ready enough, he lines up his cock and thrusts. The pleasure is immediate, white-hot and warm. His first instinct is to thrust without abandon, but he must contain himself. He can't let his little bird know he's won. He thrusts once, hard enough to causing Hermes' voice to jump up an octave. He can feel Hermes squirming under him, and just to torture him a bit, he gently palms Hermes' erection, not enough to give him release but enough to send him teetering on a knife's edge. He can tell it's working when Hermes tries to move his hips, trying to get him to move. Charon simply stays there, opting instead to bite and suck along Hermes' neck. Hermes whines with each bite, bucking against him, trying to find any source of relief. Charon simply cannot have that. He holds Hermes down, still thrusting slowly.
Hermes is in agony. He knows his associate is usually slow when it comes to their bedroom endeavors, but gods he wishes he'd just move faster. His cock is filling him up to the brim, hitting all the right spots and filling him up so nicely. He tries pushing down, tries to find some kind of relief, but he just cannot. The ring around his cock would ensure that. He's frustrated. He can feel tears of need tracking down his cheeks, trying hard to stay quiet as Charon thrusts into him at a maddening pace, wishing he'd just go faster.
Charon can see the agony in his little bird's face. He has no intention of letting his little bird go any time soon. He marks this with a particularly rough thrust, earning another moan from Hermes. He can hear Hermes' sweet begging, to fill him up, breed him full, use him like the slut he is, asking, begging, for release. He babbles that he'll do anything, anything, if Charon will just let him cum. He'll stay in Erebus, be nothing but his sex toy if it means he can come. His pupils are dilated, and his breathing hard, struggling against the bonds, wanting to touch himself. Charon leans down once more to kiss him, filling him up with his smoke once more, watching as Hermes breathes it out, a waxy purple coating on his lips from the smog. His little bird looks so beautiful like this, cock-drunk and hazy, mind lost to the pleasure Charon can give him. Charon thrusts once more, and a little whimper escapes Hermes. Even when Charon makes the slightest of movements, Hermes' moans are debauched, high-pitched and frantic. It's clear he's getting more desperate, trying an failing to push his hips down onto Charon's cock again.
Oh, but Charon has no intention of letting him go quite yet. Hermes spoke so highly of those bastards at the palace, how they could breed him and how they could fill him from both sides. Charon has an idea. He would give Hermes all he wanted.
He reaches into Erebus' darkness and wills it to form two shape, the shape of Hermes, and him. Hermes doesn't notice the shadows at first, but when Charon grabs the clone's cock, Hermes let out another moan, high and whiny. They've done this once before, where he had found out Hermes could feel whatever the clone felt. It was an interesting discovery they had made, and he made sure to use it wherever possible. When Hermes finally notices them through his cock-induced haze, he lolls his head to the side, only for the other clone's cock to be thrust into his mouth.
It's almost insane how good Charon feels. Not only does he get to feel the heat of Hermes' body, he can feel the softness of his throat, and he wills the clone to slowly fuck into his mouth, getting double the pleasure. Hermes whines against the cock in his mouth, tears of need tracking down his face. This only causes Charon to grip the clone's cock tighter, earning him another whine and more squirming.
What catches his attention is Hermes tapping the headboard in a quick rhythm, causing Charon to will away the shadows. They had come up with that rhythm in case Hermes ever wanted Charon to slow down or change something. Hermes looks overstimulated, and he shakes his head, shaky breathing as he goes "too much, it's too much." Charon stops for a moment, waiting for Hermes to catch his breath. They wait for a little bit, Charon sucking at Hermes neck until he feels a slight rolling of Hermes' hips.
Immediately he grabs onto them, fucking into him with animalistic urgency. He wants to keep Hermes here all night but his body betrays him, wanting some sort of release as badly as Hermes does. It's been so long, and Hermes' body feels so good underneath him. He grips Hermes' hips hard as he thrusts, seeing stars in his vision. He's close, and both of them know it. He fucks into him harder, hitting all of Hermes' good spots and feeling Charon's climax hits him out of nowhere and he comes, spilling into Hermes, while his little bird babbles away under him, with "god yes", and "fuck, Charon" and so much more.
Hermes seems to have calmed down with his words, slowly tugging at the restraints again. It's funny, seeing him think it's over. Charon intends on keeping him here all night, filling him up as he wanted.
His little bird would never even dare think he could share his beauty with the mortals.
That beauty was his.