AN:
This is part nine of an ongoing story. If you stumbled upon this here is a brief recap: Lawrence, Bartholomew and Celeste are brothers and gods (rebirth, war and lust respectively). Connor is a human that was accidentally bound to Lawrence, but they started up a romantic relationship. After some lewd interference from Connor the brothers start up a sexual relationship with one another. While this part of the story does
not
have any incest in it (it is mentioned though), if you go back to read the rest be aware that the bulk of this series does.
For more information about Marcus and what happened between him and Lawrence read the side story Wildfire.
This part is blowjob centric. But it fleshes out Connor and Lawrence's relationship a little as I have been asked to expand on it more by some readers! Please enjoy!
Connor didn't have a plan for the day. He figured he would play it by ear. Lawrence had to go down and rebuild after a war, a hurricane and an overflowing river that had been full of toxic waste. In other words, Connor wouldn't see him for hours. Maybe the whole day. He didn't mind though; he had been in the realm of the gods long enough to have made quite a few friends he could hang out with. He rounded the corner and stopped abruptly in his tracks.
He looked up at a god he hadn't seen before. He was speaking to another god, his face turned away from Connor. He was tall, just like all the other gods and broad like Bartholomew. He had on a rich dark velvet robe and his slightly wavy black hair shined like a rainbowed oil slick. The god turned his head and Connor was taken aback by his bright emerald eyes. His heart stuttered, if anyone rivaled Lawrence in beauty it was this man.
The god's eyes widened, "Connor," he inclined his head, "nice to put a face to the name."
"Hello," Connor nodded back, "and who might you be?"
The god said farewell to his companion then turned to face Connor head on, "Marcus."
"The god of Death?" Connor guessed. He was sure he's heard Bartholomew complaining about the god before.
Marcus pursed his lips like he was waiting for a snide remark. When he didn't get one he said, "Yes."
Connor gave him a big smile which confused the god. Why did the human seem so happy to see him? Surely Lawrence would have told him what happened between them by now. Marcus had been too forceful in his advances and upset the god of Rebirth. He couldn't imagine that the god didn't go to the human to vent.
"I've heard so much about you!"
Ah. Here it comes
Marcus thought. He narrowed his eyes, "Have you now?"
"Yeah," Connor started to blush a bit, "Celeste talks about you a lot..."
Marcus' brows shot up to his hairline.
Lawrence truly hadn't said anything??
He let out a breathy chuckle in relief, "Oh dear," he smiled finally at the human, "I'm so sorry."
Connor's face was fully red now, "I guess I shouldn't have said anything...it's probably really weird for me to admit that that's how I heard about you..."
Marcus scoffed with a grin, "We all know that being friends with Celeste means everyone is going to know what your genitals look like," he shrugged still smiling.
"Ah, well," Connor smirked, "you'll be hearing about mine soon then I reckon," he laughed, unashamed.
Marcus cocked a brow, his heartbeat quickening with a twinge of hope, "Oh...so are you and Lawrence...no longer..."
"Oh no no," Connor rubbed his arm and looked a bit bashful, "Lawrence and I are fine... we just--" he snapped his mouth shut so
we just like to tag team Celeste
didn't tumble out of his mouth. He swallowed thickly then said, "We just...have an understanding..."
Marcus nodded, "That's good. Very intelligent of Lawrence, but I wouldn't expect anything less from him."
Connor tilted his head, "What do you mean?"
"Well...I'm not telling you something you don't already know but...you won't live forever," Marcus gave a slight apologetic look, "It's good Lawrence lets you sleep around. That way you won't get too attached to him and..." Marcus blinked slowly and to Connor it looked a bit menacing, "and he won't get attached to you."
Connor nodded like he was agreeing, but the words stung. He couldn't defend himself though. That would take a lot of explaining why Lawrence shares him with his brother and a lot of trust that Marcus wouldn't judge him or Lawrence for it. So Connor just kept his mouth closed.
Marcus touched his shoulder, "I bet you are having so much fun!" He smiled wide, "Lawrence doesn't normally take human lovers, so you should feel special," he dropped his head and that foreboding feeling came back to Connor, "There must be something...
novel
about you."
Connor felt his brows furrow in displeasure but Marcus stepped back before he could think of anything to say.
The god waved, "I hope you have a good day," he touched his heart, his hand flat to his chest, fingernails painted black, "duty calls," then he turned and walked away, almost like he was gliding. Connor saw it as smug.
Connor began walking again, but his mood was down. He didn't like what Marcus was implying about how Lawrence felt about him. Though if he was honest he did feel uneasy sometimes about that as well. What
does
a human have to offer a god?
He didn't realize it but his feet had led him to Celeste's room. Now at his door he figured talking to a friend was in order. Celeste always had the wildest stories. He knocked then entered when he was called forth. When he opened the door he was surprised by what greeted him. Celeste was in the center of the room in a royal blue satin suit with velvet black lapels and shiny wingtip shoes. The suit was closely cut, the pants skinny with the jacket's black button pulling the top closed showing off the god of lust's tapered waist. Half of his navy black hair was up in a ponytail; the other half was draped over his shoulders. He gave Connor a big smile and said hello.
Connor just stared. His mouth went dry as he looked at the ethereal being before him and not for the first time did he marvel at just how freely he was allowed to be in his presence.
Celeste laughed and walked towards him, "Do I look that different?"
"You look stunning," Connor took a deep breath, trying to slow down his racing heart, "how do you just keep getting more and more gorgeous?"
Celeste winked at him then sat on the edge of his bed, "Thank you. I'm going to be a bit over dressed where I'm going but no one is going to complain," he smirked.
Connor chuckled a bit, "No they fucking won't," he smiled when Celeste laughed, "hey, so where are you going?"
"I need some energy," Celeste leaned back on his palms and crossed his legs, "the bumps from you let me stay awake longer, but I do need to top off every once in a while still. So I'm going to go to some business conference," he gave Connor a wicked grin, "the best energy is from closeted men trying so hard to look professional and conservative. It's always so potent, just the best mix of desire and disbelief that they are finally touching a cock," he laughed, "my brothers think it's a bit cruel because I always leave before the guilt and shame kicks in. Lawrence wants me to give them a pep talk or something, I don't know," he shrugged then narrowed his eyes, "I saw that."
"Saw what?" Connor looked truly confused.
"When I said Lawrence's name you...flinched," Celeste cocked his head at Connor's sigh, "are you two fighting?"