Tags of note:
gay incest, threesome, double penetration
AN:
My guys just keep talking to me so here is another side story! It is set between parts 9 and 10 of the main series. I hope you all enjoy!
Marcus knocked on the door with a firm hand and waited to be allowed entry. Once in he walked over to Celeste and gave him a soft look. Even though he was there for a serious reason he still couldn't help but think how delicious Celeste looked in his short gauzy white dress. His perfect skin seemed to glow and his shining raven hair was up in a high ponytail making him look young and effervescent.
Celeste was at his armoire rearranging clothes. He gave the god of Death a smile, "How can I help you?"
Marcus took a deep breath then said, "I wished to apologize. I know, by now, Connor must have told you what happened in my office the other day."
Celeste's smile changed to pursed lips. He didn't confirm or deny but his expression answered for him anyway.
Marcus continued, "I should never have called you a slut. That was so rude of me andβ"
"Nope," Celeste cut him off as he threw his blouse into the closet then flopped down onto his bed, "stop right there. This has nothing to do with name calling. I could care less about that," he leveled the taller god with a piercing stare, "what I take
issue
with is the fact that you assumed I would thrall my brothers. Consent is
very
important to me!" He watched Marcus' eyes grow wide and he realized that the other man hadn't even thought about the implications of suggesting Celeste had manipulated his brothers. He went on, "I never force anyone into their desire, for me or anyone else. I only enhance it or draw energy from it," he shrugged, "Or both."
Marcus made a slow nod then took a seat next to Celeste and he looked sufficiently humbled. He apologized again, softly this time, doubting that his words would hold enough weight. As it was, Celeste knew that Marcus wasn't trying to be malicious but his statement came from a lack of knowledge of how his lust gift worked. Celeste leaned over and touched Marcus' cheek gently and turned his head a bit so he would look at him.
The god of Lust gave the god of Death a smile, "I appreciate you taking the time to come speak with me."
"Well, I consider you a friend...I don't want to hurt you..."
"I know," Celeste ran his fingers through Marcus' soft black hair, "I accept your apology."
Marcus smiled then stood, his slightly taller frame towering over Celeste, "Thank you, I don't deserve it, I was so out of line. I hope I can make it up to you some day," he made his way towards the door.
Celeste followed him for a time, before stopping at his desk and suddenly announcing, "You can make it up to me now..."
Marcus looked over his shoulder and saw Celeste sitting on top of his desk with his legs spread wide. His limp cock and smooth balls were clearly visible under his dress. Celeste smirked and swung his legs.
Marcus cocked a brow but was instantly drawn to the other man. Celeste was so damn pretty and he could lure him with just a glance sometimes. So seeing his private area was exceptionally tempting. Marcus unconsciously licked his lips then slowly walked back over to his friend. Celeste's smirk turned into a sweet knowing grin. Marcus stepped up to him, between his smooth pale legs, and smiled back. He touched his thigh then ran his large hand up Celeste's dress, all the way up to the head of his cock.
Marcus began to stroke Celeste there lightly, rubbing the tip of his thumb over the silky head. He whispered, "I came here with a heavy heart and you still aim to seduce me?"
"I forgave you, your heart should no longer be heavy," Celeste rolled his hips, he could feel Marcus' desire grow and it excited him.
"Will we ever have a conversation in which you don't try to get me to bed you?"
"Try?" Celeste bit his lower lip seductively then chuckled, "Has there ever been a conversation in which you said no?" Suddenly he pushed at Marcus and jumped off the desk. He made a show of smoothing the skirt of his dress then he walked around to the other side, putting the desk between them. He leaned over and with playfulness in his eyes said, "But, alas, maybe you are right. Maybe I was too quick to forgive you. Maybe I should let you reflect more on what you said about me," he let out a loud dramatic sigh.
Marcus snorted a laugh, "You expect me to take you seriously when you are already half hard?" In three long strides he was back in Celeste's space. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him deeply, bending him back until Celeste had to grip his shirt not to fall.
Celeste moaned into the kiss and opened his mouth so Marcus could explore with his skilled tongue. He lifted his leg and wrapped it around Marcus' waist and this new position forced the god of Death to hold him up. The show of strength turned him on and Celeste moaned once more. Marcus straightened them but didn't end the kiss, instead he moved one hand beneath Celeste's dress and began to fondle his balls. Celeste gasped and began to rock his hips until his cock was fully hard.
Marcus finally ended the kiss and swiftly bent Celeste over the desk. He took a seat in the lush leather chair and rolled up to get closer to the other god. He flipped up Celeste's skirt, took each cheek in hand, pulled him apart and leaned in. His tongue flicked over Celeste's tight asshole causing the other to gasp, before he began to give it open mouth kisses, pushing his tongue inside just as he had done to his mouth. Marcus ate Celeste out with glee, moaning and smacking with abandon. Celeste's erection bounced with pleasure and he spread his legs wider, inviting the other god to keep feasting on his sensitive opening.