Hades watched with irritated disdain as all the wood sprites fussed and giggled with Cupid. No longer the cute little blond brat that ran around striking down mortal and god alike with his stupid little love arrows, the insipid brat had grown into an impressive male god. He'd saunter around Mount Olympus, swaying his tight little ass and tossing back his long blond locks and flirt shamelessly with god and goddess alike... everyone except him... the god of the underworld.
What irritated Hades the most was that everyone he knew did nothing but sigh and giggle about Cupid. Hades didn't think he was even that cute. So what if the blond idiot had nothing but muscle and sinew underneath that tight sun-bronzed skin. Hades was even more buff than he was! He was quite proud of his dark good looks. Though a bit on the pale side, he had shoulder-length black hair and silver grey eyes, always dressed in black, and had a masculine swagger to his walk... unlike the insipid Cupid... shaking that little tushy around and lifting his pert little nose in the air whenever he passed Hades... as if something smelled-conceited fucker that he was.
The night before Valentine's Day, Hades decided to get some retribution for Cupid's snubs. Sneaking into the god's rooms while he bathed and flirted with Narcissus, Hades found his arrows and hid them around Mount Olympus. Satisfied, he turned back to the palace to make sure he left nothing amiss to warn the prince of love that he had a hand in the disappearance of his arrows. Peeking into Cupid's rooms, he spotted a lone arrow on the floor.
Swearing roundly, he darted back into the room and grabbed the arrowed he'd obviously dropped in his haste. Holding it with both fists, he was about to break the golden arrow in two when he heard Cupid's voice laughing just outside the door.
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Cupid fended off Narcissus' advances as he reached the door to his rooms. Ha! The silly boy thought to seduce the prince of love... as if.
Smiling deviously at Narcissus, he closed his eyes and puckered his lips as if to kiss him. Narcissus gasped and puckered up too. Cupid slipped the last arrow he had on himself, and pricked the insolent boy. Narcissus gasped and opened his eyes in shock. Cupid held a mirror before his face.
"Oh!" Narcissus gasped. "How beautiful!"
Cupid chuckled, letting the silly boy take the mirror from his hands. "That's right. Go play with yourself now, kiddo."
Still chuckling, he sauntered into his rooms and stretched. He needed to rest. Tomorrow was his big day. He'd swoop down into the mortal world and make a few losers happy. Make a pretty, young maiden fall for some fat old wretch, and some young strapping boy lust after his best friend's mother. How totally inappropriate and wicked. Sighing, he gazed with pride at the table where he'd laid out all of his golden arrows... and gasped.
They were gone!
He ran around in circles within his suite of rooms searching to see if perhaps he'd placed them elsewhere. He was sure he'd laid them out on his table. Feeling overcome with anxiety he stumbled back into his living room, raking his fingers over his face.
"Oh, no! No more arrows! What will I do?" His arrows were special. Even if he ordered more, they'd never be ready for tomorrow. He thought of all the frustrated losers on the Earth below. They'd never get their chance at finally getting the mate of their dreams. His mother was going to be so mad at him.
With a loud sob, he threw himself back in his favorite chair, letting the cushions swallow his lovely muscular body.
A sharp jab made him gasp, his eyes widen. What the hell...?
Cupid popped up again, and after taking a deep gulp, turned to look at his rump.
Protruding from one of his pretty, pert ass cheeks was one of his arrows.
He stared at it for all of two seconds before running out of his suite of rooms screaming like a lunatic!
He didn't get very far. The second he passed through the golden doors to his rooms, he knocked someone over.
"Get it out-get it out," he screamed! Oh, how he hoped his lovely ass didn't get a permanent scar!
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Hades couldn't breathe. The insipid oaf had come barreling out of his rooms like a psycho, screaming.
"Get it out-get it out!"
Hades could barely see with all that blond hair in his face. "Get off me, idiot!"
"Not until you pull it out. Oh, how it hurts! My tushy!"
Hades pushed at the oversized blond, his white wings flapping behind his back. Reaching behind Cupid, he yanked the arrow out, hoping the fool would get his big seven-foot body off him.
Cupid jumped to his feet, turning in circles to see his ass. "Tell me it's not deep! Tell me," he demanded.
Hades found a hand twisting into his hair, pulling his head down to inspect the prince of love's suntanned buns.
He had but a tiny prick that oozed a drop of blood, but the sudden sight of that tight little ass up close did something strange to Hades. His blond hair came right to the cleft of his ass and deep blue eyes peered at him over his shoulder.
"It's just a nick," Hades snarled. "Now let me go!"
Cupid didn't let him go. Hades was slammed against a wall, a very aroused Cupid pinning him there with a decidedly lusty glint in his blue eyes.
"Oh, thank you," the prince of love sighed before his lush lips crushed Hades' in a passionate kiss.
Shock rolled through the god of the underworld's body as Cupid's tongue licked every corner of his mouth. "Stop! What are you doing?" Hades gasped. "You don't even like me!"
"Oh, I've always liked you," Cupid murmured, letting his tongue slide down Hades neck, pressing his cock against Hades'. "Brooding Goth guys really turn me on!"
"Brooding...?!" Hades tried in vain to disentangle himself from the overgrown brute. Everywhere his hands pushed, he felt nothing but solid muscle and sinew. "I'm the god of the underworld, not a Goth— Hey!!!"
Hades gasped when Cupid unlaced Hades' pants and slipped a naughty hand in to grasp Hades' prick.
"Cupid, stop! This is the influence of the arrow. React! You do not like me!"
