underworldprince | for paintednoble

Zagreus drifts closer before turning to rest an elbow on the bank of the pool, the moss soft under his skin.

"Nickov. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I've not heard of Valcovla but, then, I'm not too... mm, familiar with much of the world beyond here," 'Here' being the underworld. For all he knew, people like Nickov were common outside Greece, "I likely don't have to tell you as much, but few people ever leave this place."

The water warmed around Zagreus. The prince, though only slightly hot to the touch, emanated heat, and although they didn't burn, his feet were bright red, almost looking like two burning embers under the water.

A bit closer now, he could see his glowing feet. How odd.

He smiled sadly and nodded. "Ya, I have been told as much by others who have come by." he sighed.

His tail swished again, then curled before relaxing once more. He wasn't sure how long he'd been here, or why...But he could not despair. He could only continue to live and keep his eyes and ears open for a sign to perhaps one day leave.

"What of you?" he asked. "Where are you from?"

"Here," He shrugs but realizes he should probably give the stranger a bit more detail without being too direct, "Deeper, past Tartarus."

He's banking on Nickov not knowing what he's referring to. It didn't really matter after all.

"I'm on my way up and out of here though," He gives Nickov a crooked, determined smile, "The shades can sense that I don't belong up here though, and dying, even around here, sends you back into the river, back to check-in. So, you might see me a few more times."

He points to a slab of rock settled between a pair of columns.

"That looks like the way forward but sometimes people won't let me forward without a fight, others simply want a favor, like Charon, the ferryman, he's content with a few coins," Zagreus' mismatched gaze lands on Nickov again, "So, is there something I can do for you, sir?"

He isn't sure how this sort of thing really works, both Charon and Sisyphus didn't seem to be truly in control of the portals, rather it was something subconscious, satisfying them somehow triggered the portal.

Nickov was unsure but he took him at his word. he smiled at the determination in the other's eyes. He seemed like quite a fighter. While Nickov could handle himself, he could not even begin to think how to handle some of the creatures that lived here if he tried to fight his way out.

Best to remain here.

"Something for me?" he asked, cocking his head.

He thought a few moments sliding into the water at last and moving about to wash the dirt and sweat form the hunt off, contemplating the question.

Food? He was good on food.

Drink? More water he could drink and even a few barrels of wine he knew he'd never get through, provided by whomever was here before him.

He looked to him, "Company? For a little while anyway." he said, blushing green a bit. "I...You're the first in some time that has come this far. I promise I won't keep you from your journey but...Someone to spend time with would be a nice trade for safe passage...Not that I think I could take you on-" he laughed" But, if that's how things work, then so be it." he said

"Certainly. Surely, the Fates have intertwined our paths for some reason," He says with a soft smirk as he turns again, this time to settle back into the deeper water, sinking down to his nose for a moment before standing back up, his bright, fiery, laurels seeming unbothered by being briefly splashed.

"I can't promise that I'll be able to stay too long but a short rest won't hurt.

What would you like to do? I'm sure you don't want to spend all our time bathing... Or maybe you do," He gives Nickov a flirtatious grin, eyes glinting shamelessly as he chuckles.

Nickov smiled and nodded. He didn't intend to keep him for long just a day or so. Or, by how he measured a day here. About three meals and a long sleep. After that the warrior would be recouped enough and he would have gotten what he wanted.

At the suggestion, he blushed a bit and he stepped closer. "I...I actually wouldn't mind...doing something else." he said. He sucked at flirting, so he went with the ol' brush against the thigh with his tail tactic.

"If you're willing..."

Zagreus wasn't sure what he'd expected, maybe for his teasing flirtation to be laughed off as a joke. His eyebrows raise in surprise but a smile quickly pulls at his lips again.

"R-really? I mean, alright. If you don't think that's too forward of me," The brush of Nickov's tail draws him closer, dipping his hand under the water to run his fingers over the prehensile limb.

"This must come in handy," He muses quietly, hooking a finger around the tip of his tail.

He smiled and stepped closer in the water, licking his tattooed lips.

"Its been awhile for me. I'd prefer not to beat about the bush." he shrugged. In the past he might have, but here and now? Who knew what tomorrow would bring, might as well enjoy another's company.

"I haven't known life without it so, I guess it does, same as having two hands instead of one" he pointed out with a chuckle, the nimble limb coiling about Zagreus's fingers. There was power in the limb, muscles shifting and relaxing beneath the smooth blue skin like a python, without the scales though.

Nickov looked the man over, biting his lower lip, both their dicks distorted by the water but he could tell he had a nice cock on him, his own already slowly slipping from the sheath of soft skin.

"That's alright. I've never been with... with anyone like you before," He still isn't quite sure what Nickov even is, a cursed mortal, a member of another race, a magical creature or some mix of all of the above. And, honestly, it didn't really matter. They understood one another and that was the important thing. Everything else could be figured out.

"A bit more useful than two hands. It's like having three. I wouldn't mind one of those," He chuckles softly, tone distracted and a little rambling.

Reaching up, Zagreus combs his fingers through Nickov's hair, tucking it behind his ear before trailing along to the curled, pointed tip.

"You'll let me know if I touch anything you don't like, won't you?" Perhaps a little late to ask as he's teasing the tip of his ear with one hand, the other curled around the end of his tail.

Nickov leaned into the touch with a groan as his hair and ears were touched. He closed his eyes with a smile, stepping closer and draping his arms over the other man's shoulders.

"Mmhmm.." he agreed "Likewise..." he said, biting his lower lip at the attention. Hard to say if it was because few paid attention to his ears and hair, or if it'd just been so long.

He opened his black and green eyes, gently cupping and caressing the man's face, clawed fingers stroking through his short dark hair. "Do you have a preference to top or to be on the bottom?" he asked. He was actually hoping to top tonight, but he could go either way.

"Heh, well, whether or not you like that is obvious," His smile widened at the reaction he got from just the light teasing touch to the man's ear.

Zagreus leaned into the touch, the leaves of his fiery laurel crown fluttering and curling around Nickov's fingers as if blown by a light breeze, easing back into their proper formation after a moment.

"Uh, no, not really... Well," He tilted his head slightly, a sly smirk curling his lips as his gaze wandered lower, "Maybe a slight preference. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious about, uh... our differences. And how you'll feel. Inside me."

Heat pools in his cock as he thought about it, closing the last bit of distance between them to press their hips together with a soft exhale. Zagreus' excitement was obvious and he bit his lip as he felt Nickov's equally hard cock pressed against his abdomen.

Nickov gasped a little as the other pulled them flush against one another and he grinned, "Very well."

He leaned in and kissed Zagreus, deep, slow, tasting him for the first time, playing with his hair as he did so. The sensation a little strange but not unpleasant.

His tail grew adventurous and coiled about the other's ankle loosely, sliding up his calf and thigh, feeling the strong leg muscle there and then up to his buttocks to give one globe a squeeze.

Zagreus tilted his head back, instinctively pushing up on his toes and putting a hand on Nickov's shoulder to reach up to press into the kiss. He leaned unabashedly against Nickov to keep his balance as he parted his lips against Nickov's with a soft groan.

He broke the kiss with a quiet gasp as Nickov's tail curled up his leg and squeezed his ass. He grinned, laughing sheepishly at his response.

"Alright, now I'm most definitely jealous of that," He smirked, tilting his head to lean back into the kiss with a soft chuckle, "Or intrigued."

He can't help arching his back slightly, spreading his legs instinctively to welcome Nickov's exploration.

A little less concerned that he might lose his balance, Zagreus snaked his hand between them, fingers fanned to trace and tease over Nickov's cock.

Nickov chuckled a little, kissing Zagreus' jaw.

"Maybe you'll gain one on your trip to the surface." he said. Who knew down here?

A groan at the touch to his cock. It'd been so long...He bucked into Zagreus's fingers, the hot sea foam green length twitching beneath his touch.

The Valcovlian's own hands moved down to the man's waist then his buttocks, pulling him close and then lifting him up with ease. "Mind if we take this to the grass?" he asked, the tip of his tail teasing between the other's cheeks.

"Seems unlikely," He chuckled, biting his lip as Nickov brushed kisses across his jaw. His smile widened as Nickov pushed into his hand and against his body. Zagreus could feel how big he was.

A quiet noise of surprise escaped him as he's lifted and he hooked a leg around Nickov to help steady himself.

"The grass?" He exhaled, face flushing faintly, "Sure, if you think that'd be easier- better."

Nickov carried him to the shore and laid him down, laying atop him, kissing him again as a hand rested upon his chest. "I'm not much of a swimmer." he said, the slippery rocks beneath the surface uncomfortable on his clawed feet and would be impossible to grip well enough.

He swung a long leg over Zagreus's hip and sat in his lap, bumping his cock against his own, rocking his hips slowly as they kissed.

"Mmm..." he moaned, moving from his lips to his throat, tongue sliding over his pulse point.

He paused and stopped, looking him in his duel colored eyes.

"Zagreus???" he said, a sudden revelation to the name. "You're Hades's son?!"

Shifting, Zagreus did his best to help haul himself up onto the grassy banks of the small pond so Nickov wasn't left to do all the heavy lifting. He pushed himself backward once on dry ground, laying back and guiding Nickov on top of him. He'd been vaguely aware of their difference in height while in the water but he now felt acutely aware of how much bigger Nickov was as he settled on top of him.

Tilting his head back, he echoed Nickov's moan with a deep groan of his own, his fingers tangling into Nickov's hair as he rocked his hips up to grind against him.

"Hm? Yeah," He offered Nickov a faint smile meant to be reassuring, "That's not a problem, is it?"

As he waited for an answer, he couldn't help but let his hand wander, once again reaching between them to palm Nickov.

"N-No...I guess not..." he said, blushing deeply again and groaning as his hand engulfed his swollen length.

The son of Hades wanted to be with him?

It was...even more flattering.

His tail gave a pleased sway behind him in the grass and he smiled with a small laugh. "Explains all the activity of late down here-" then his eyes narrowed and he smirked, "I'm not going to get in trouble with your father will I?" he asked, clawed fingers teasing along his sternum, his white hair falling about his shoulders as he leaned in again.

Zagreus shook his head then reconsidered.

"Well. Maybe. But only for not killing me. Not for this. Perhaps you could hold off on that until after we're done though, hm?" His tone was dry, almost, maybe joking... maybe. Part of it was undoubtedly true. His father was trying to kill him, or pay the shades in the underworld to kill him.

"Promise me something though, will you Nickov?" He threaded his fingers through Nickov's hair, demanding his attention, "No more talk of my father from here out, alright?"

He couldn't think of anything that would be more of a boner killer.

For not killing him?! That wasn't helpful!

He opened his mouth to argue, but the hand in his hair and the quiet of the man's voice spoke much. He'd been through a lot. He wanted a few moments to rest and not think of his journey, or those involved.

He took a long deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch, resting his head upon the man's chest a moment, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of him beneath.

Nickov rose his head again and nodded. "Promise" he smiled softly, then leaned down to kiss him again, to distract the both of them from thoughts of the lord of the dead.

His own fingers buried in Zagreus's hair and he moaned as he engulfed both their cocks in one hand to stroke together. His mind slowly returning to that hazy state.

"Thank you," He breathed the words, obviously relieved, the tension practically visibly leaving him. Maybe he needed this little distraction a lot more than he'd realized.

His hand in Nickov's hair relaxed as well as he let his eyes slip closed, parting his lips into the kiss welcomingly. His lips parted further, muffling his moan, when Nickov wrapped his hand around them both, cocks pressed together as he stroked them. Groaning, he rocked his hips up, fingers curling and kneading into Nickov's thighs as he let the pleasure wash over him.

Hades forgotten in a matter of moments, Nickov's focus centered on Zagreus.

He slid his tongue against the man's own, stroking their lengths together, slowly, getting them both good and hard. he broke the kiss to press one against the man's jaw, then his throat. Out of the water, he could smell the man better, the heat of him, the strength and scent of him beneath him.

He paused and laughed with a snort, "Need oil..." he sighed and sat back on Zagreus's thighs, giving the other a good look at the bigger male's junk pressed against his own. the sheath had pulled back to reveal his length entirely, humanoid, with a slight bulge at the base, indicating a possible knot.

He got his legs under himself and he stood, brushing his tail against the other's stomach and chest flirtatiously. "Come, my cabin is deeper in." he teased, holding out his hand to help him up.

Zagreus parted his lips further, tongue sliding against Nickov's. He made a quiet noise of protest when Nickov pulls away, only to bury his hand back into the long white hair and groan loudly at the attention to his throat.

He stilled for a moment, not quite wanting to accept that they needed to move again but he couldn't lie here with his eyes closed forever and hope the problem would solve itself.

"Yes, I suppose you're right," He agreed lazily, not moving yet, content to simply lay there for a moment with Nickov's cock resting against his abdomen beside his own. But then he was getting up and Zagreus had no choice but give in, accepting the hand up, "What? Not going to carry me there?"

He chuckled but split off from Nickov to retrieve his clothing and spear. He definitely didn't need those wandering off. Tossing his clothing over his shoulder, he quickly caught back up and fell into step beside Nickov, each footfall sending little sparking embers that immediately faded upon hitting the ground.

"You have oil? If not I may have something we could use,"

Nickov waited, tail curling and uncurling behind him in anticipation, watching Zagreus's cock swing about as he walked.

"I do, but what do you have?" he asked, curious as they walked down a fairly worn path from the spring into the woodland he'd come to call home.

It wasn't a long walk, and soon they came upon a nicely built cabin. The place had been here before he arrived and had some odd personal items within it, suggesting it wasn't built originally for him but someone had come before him. His now as they had not returned and he'd been here for a while now.

Bed, couch, kitchen, with a ceiling high enough for even him. Simple but cleanly kept, with herbs tied and drying in the window and wood cut and stacked outside.

They went in and Nickov tugged Zagreus along towards the bed, sitting down, bringing him level with his chest to kiss and toy with the man's nipples.

Zagreus smiled slyly at the question.

"Do you know what nectar is?" The question was slightly rhetorical and Zagreus didn't wait for an answer, fishing inside his bag to pull out a spherical glass jar containing a golden liquid. The stuff was a valuable commodity in the Underworld, considered a delicacy. It tasted like pure sunshine.

"It, uh, works well for the purpose we are thinking of," He said with a faint flush, making it obvious he was speaking from experience. He couldn't say for sure, but Zagreus suspected the stuff had some kind of natural aphrodisiac.

Zagreus was quick to drop his clothes and set his spear down to rest against the wall, bottle of nectar still in hand.

He smirked as Nickov guided him toward the bed, biting his lip at the teasing before slowly moving forward to kneel on the bed straddling Nickov's lap. He let the bottle drop onto the blankets as he loosely draped his arms around Nickov's shoulders, leaning forward to kiss him again.

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