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Everlasting prosperity comes in the form of peace, when every subject in an empire has been provided the opportunity and made the conscious decision to realize their own happiness. It's a feat that Qin Shi Huang regrets being unable to accomplish during his lifetime, but has been able to produce through trial and error in the afterlife.
One benefit is soft laughter that tickles his ear and the sparkling, brown gaze of a concubine hanging off his arm, as they pass through the palace courtyard.
"My Emperor, did the artisan's apprentice really cross the whole Mausoleum on foot in search of pigment materials, only to realize they were right outside his village the whole time?" She beams up at him, and he's happy to see she no longer hides her smile behind a flowing sleeve.
"And then he decided to become a courier," Qin finishes, grinning as they stop in front of a walkway that leads to the concubine living areas.
"Thank you for spending time with me, my King," she steps back with a graceful bow.
"Hǎo, the pleasure is mine!"
There are a couple items on his agenda as he returns to the main palace area- namely a relaxing bath and a hot cup of honey water. Except, the honey that was gifted to him by the gods after Ragnarok is nearly depleted. More cannot be sourced from inside his Mausoleum. And even if bees had been entombed here, he's certain there was something godly in the honey that made it taste so divine.
His steps lead him to the throne room, to a small ornamental box sitting innocently on a dresser against the wall. He pointedly ignores the throne itself and the suggestive warmth leaking out from the bottom of his blindfold, taking the box and opening it instead.
A coin sits in the center of the silky interior, untouched and hidden away since the day it was sealed. It's the Greek obal that Hades pressed into his palm during his visit not too long ago. Back when Hades was inviting Qin to come visit the Underworld, after they had just...
Something hot stirs in his abdomen as Qin vividly remembers fingers in his mouth and drool spilling over his lips. Breathless kisses and his first time being-
No. Focus on the objective.
He snatches up the coin without a second thought and leaves to forge a path into the depths of the Underworld, whichever direction that happens to be in. He'll arrive there at the exact time he's meant to, and not a moment sooner.
...
Hades finds himself in an easily irritable mood as he arrives back home from a most asinine visit to Olympus. His brothers were nothing but trouble, and he couldn't even focus on solving their issues due to a certain human occupying an inappropriate amount of space in his mind. He isn't sure how long it's been since he last saw Qin Shi Huang, since he last had the prideful king writhing beneath him and gasping his name. Actually, that's not true, it's been over half a year- a mutinous part of him interrupts.
But back to the matter, he's not foolish enough to believe that Qin would be willing to put his his emperor duties on hold just to come visit. Also, there's the distinct possibility he's still catching up on kingdom management after his time at Ragnarok. Gods knows the man has an egocentric streak 20 miles long, and maybe that's enough to build an empire that simply stops functioning when he's not at the center of it all.
He scoffs at the amusing thought. No, that's unlikely, Qin's subjects have become precious to him. The king wouldn't simply leave them unable to take care of themselves. But then that begs the question- what could possibly be keeping him from visiting Hades? To his knowledge, they were on the same page about wanting to be more than just former opponents.
A deafening howl suddenly blasts his thoughts away, accompanied by the screeching protests of harpies. Just what he needs after dealing with Zeus's senseless dramatics for the third time this week.
What could that damned mutt have gotten into now? Hades curses under his breath and briskly strides away the path leading to his palace, all the way to an edge of the cliff overhang.
His eyes widen as they struggle to comprehend the scene unfolding below. Cerberus is lunging at none other than the man Hades was just agonizing over- who appears to be laughing of all things. He watches Qin use his qi abilities to skillfully deflect the massive hound and send it flying back through the air. As if Qin's playing with a puppy from the mortal realm and not a monster that terrorizes the Gates of the Underworld.
Even more disturbing is the excited manner in which Cerberus crash lands and scrambles back to his massive paws, spittle flying from all three heads as the gigantic body shakes and then leaps back at Qin with a frenetic, whipping tail.
Hades finds the whole scenario outlandish because Qin is the King of Mankind and not a master of beasts, so what gives him the right to disarm and mutually play with a beast many times his own size? Even parrying attacks from harpies and serpentine monsters with ease, who are apparently far more concerned with an outsider than his own guard dog. His gaze lingers on a few naginis further back on the path, laying crumpled on the ground.
But only for a moment, because a bark of laughter draws Hades's attention back to the proud emperor, who's posturing with all the dignity of a self-possessed man. Qin's brazen grin is as captivating as it is confident, illuminating the dark grounds he walks on, even when his path leads into the depths of the Underworld.
It's profoundly exquisite. And the god feels a renewed desire to claim Qin Shi Huang all for himself. This time he won't fail, he'll take the king completely and entirety- making sure Qin never wants to leave Hades's side again.
He draws Cerberus's attention with a sharp whistle and brings the hound to a heel all at once. Qin also looks up at the edge of the cliff- several stories high where Hades has been watching. He grins brightly at Hades and waves a hand above his head.
"Hades! I was just on my way to see you!"
Hades responds by stepping off the cliff, whirling his bident out and using it to perform a shepherd's leap to the ground. He lands in a crouch and a gold-adorned hand falls into view with a noble flourish.
"Nice jump."
He allows Qin to help him to his feet, because Hades isn't a defensive little twat like Poseidon.
"Qin Shi Huang, I'm glad to see you've come to visit. Though it seems you've caused quite the commotion on your way in," Hades trails off and looks over Qin's shoulder at Cerberus and a handful of other monsters watching them. He dismisses them with a mild glare, causing everyone to flee as Qin laughs boisterously.
"There are many fun things to do in your realm," the king beams in response, clearly unbothered by heinous monstrosities and the perpetual white-noise of condemned souls. "I even saw a creature akin to the one Buddha fought in the round before us!"
"You saw or...?"
"We fought, it was a great time, hǎo!"
And Hades can't help but notice Qin's appearance is still nearly impeccable- even after running into one of Beelzebub's chaotic experiments. Part of him wants to ask how long Qin has been wandering around the Underworld, the other part would rather not find out.
Qin flicks his eyes up and down the god standing before him. Hades is wound up, his qi feels both stagnant and volatile at the same time.
Could it be that Qin decided to visit at a bad time? If that's the case, maybe he should leave and come back later. That would definitely be the respectful and considerate move to make in their budding friendship. And Hades would also be more receptive in helping Qin acquire a new stock of honey if he were in a better mood.
"You seem to be in the middle of something, how about I return at a later time?" He suggests with a courteous smile.
"Am I now? And how did you reach that conclusion?"
"You're tense. However, you need not add to your plate on my account. We have all the time in the world to become better acquainted. Perhaps in a year would be better? That's not too far off," Qin considers with a gold-plated finger tapping his blindfold at the temple. It's only one cycle of seasons, which would go by pretty quickly and still be a sufficient amount of time for Hades to finish whatever he's working through.
Hades's thoughts come to a screeching halt. Did that fool just say next year? It makes sense that Qin would experience time differently from the average human, having been in the afterlife for a couple millennia, but Hades is a god. He's been around for even longer, and the idea of waiting an entire year for Qin to visit again is far too long.
"That won't be necessary, it's just my brothers needlessly getting themselves involved in predicaments again. And for no other reason than that they have nothing else to do," he explains with a subtle look.
"They are not kings," Qin points out.
Hades feels laughter ride up on a quiet puff of air at the simplicity of that statement, shaking his head in agreement.
"Not in the same way you are," he affirms, glad to see the upward quirk of Qin's mouth and feel the tension between them dissipate. "Anyways, I'm glad to see you've been able to take time out of your own busy schedule to come visit."
"Busy?" Qin parrots and cocks his head.
"You've been busy running your kingdom, have you not?"
"Not at all. Things have been pretty calm recently, I've just been relaxing around my palace for the most part. Giving the concubines some attention, they really can't get enough," the king replies breezily.
"You mean to say you haven't been busy," Hades deadpans.
"That's what I just said. Are you going to continue ignoring me, or did you invite me here for a different reason?"
Hades studies the twisted expression partially hidden by Qin's blindfold and contemplates his response. To express his annoyance about Qin only just now showing up would be the wrong move, and a strike against Hades's own pride. There's no reason either one of them should deviate from their own routines just to see each other.
"I have something to discuss between kings," Hades supplies after a beat of silence.
"Ah, if it's advice you're seeking, then look no further! What would you like to know?"
... And of course Qin would get excited at the prospect of demonstrating his presumed superiority. It's arrogant enough that Hades is tempted to call it cute.
"Let us return to my palace first. It's this way, we can't have you getting lost again."
Qin startles as a hand appears at the small of his back, fingertips pressing into his hip and guiding him in a different direction. His eyebrow quirks underneath the blindfold, "I've never gotten lost, I always make it to my destination."
"I'm sure," Hades says dryly, unconvinced that he should remove his hand. If anything, it presses in a bit more firmly. "But you've never been in the Underworld before, so please allow me the honor of escorting you this time."
...
Qin tilts his head curiously as Hades closes the door behind him and he takes in the room. It appears to be a large sleeping chamber. Luxurious, but hardly the place to be entertaining guests. Part of him wonders if it's another cultural peculiarity of the Greeks. But the more rational side of him stiffens because he hears the indicative click of a lock and the sound of Hades's heavy trench coat being hung up.
Then a tall body collides into his and forces him back until he's pressed flush against the wall. A hand lands on the wall beside his head, and a knee slots into place between his legs. And Qin struggles for air around the mouth smothering his in an overwhelming kiss.
"Nngh! Hades- slow down," he pants, trying to twist his head away. But the god just grabs his chin and tilts it back up towards him.
"That question I hinted at earlier," he breathes, mouthing against Qin's sharp jawline now.
"Yes?"
"You've already told me what makes a king. Now tell me, what makes a subject?" Hades whispers by his ear, low and sultry, sending a shiver down his back.
Qin opens his mouth to respond, only for a hand to roughly clamp over it. He pushes forward to bite, but his teeth barely scrape over the offending palm.
"Is it that they're ruled over by a king? Or perhaps their willingness to obey?" Hades grinds his thigh into Qin's growing arousal, eliciting a reluctant moan. Then Hades's hands roam downward, unfastening the belt and pushing his robe off. "Maybe... It's just their fate to be subjected by someone else's strength," Hades growls and forces Qin's lips apart with his tongue, so he can plunder the inside of his mouth-
An abrupt smack echoes, bouncing off the walls, and Hades finds himself staring out a window as his metal eye patch skitters across the floor. The left side of his face stings from impact and from sharp claws slapping across the skin. Slowly, his pupils shift back towards Qin, pinning the other man in place with his rapt attention.
"Do you take me for a courtesan? Bù hǎo, I am a king!" Qin glares up at him with displeasure sparking like electricity in his eyes. Hades blinks in surprise, absentmindedly curling his tongue against the inside of his cheek to sooth the stinging over as he spots the blindfold fisted in Qin's hand.
And oh.
"The light in your eyes, I like that," Hades muses, mostly because he can't wait to see it extinguished under his hand. But also making an observation on how noble Qin is to remain so doggedly steadfast in his conviction, enduring the hungry look in Hades's eyes with only a deepening flush this time.
"Did you invite me over just for sex?" Qin hisses, cutting to the chase.
"Not initially. However, gods, like humans, have desires that grow over time. And I... was growing impatient," Hades decides to tell the truth of the matter, and then immediately regrets it when Qin's drawn lip twists into a cocky smirk.
"Mmm, so then you missed me," Qin hums approvingly with an insufferable lilt in his voice, sounding far too pleased by this admittance. And Hades feels a compulsive urge to defile the human until he's a sniveling wreck of tears and begging for Hades to please, please let him finish.
"Why didn't you just say so?" Qin's voice brings Hades back to the present, as the king jabs his ornate knuckles into a few of the stars glittering beneath Hades's skin in quick succession, destabilizing the god's qi and shoving him towards the bed.
Qin follows chest to chest, grinning and standing on the tips of his boots so he can lean up and topple Hades by the shoulder to the mattress. His hand comes down beside the god's head, mimicking their last position. And he gazes down wryly, eyes raking over the body below- clearly pleased with tonight's entertainment.
Hades feels his body tense, muscles coiling up to correct this nonsense, but then-
"A subject serves their king," Qin murmurs and lowers himself, crawling onto Hades's lap. He removes the gold ornaments from his right hand, and traces a constellation with his fingertips, connecting the stars in Hades's chest. "They make him feel good," he continues and leans down to nip at the shell of the god's ear, whispering, "The greatest subject shows their devotion in whatever way their king desires... And they become someone that even their king can rely on."
He hears Hades make an involuntary sound at that last part, as expected.
"Trust me," Qin sits back up with a crooked smile, dark eyes glinting as he grinds down against the hardness in Hades's pants.
"Trust you," Hades arches a brow.
"Hǎo."
"To be a good subject."
"The greatest in fact," Qin corrects, punctuating it with another roll of his hips that causes the god's breath to hitch and then exhale tightly.
Hades appears to run the offer through his consideration- and then he grabs Qin's hips. Freezing them in place, and relishing the affronted look that briefly flickers across the king's face. "One wrong move," he warns with a smirk. "You remember what happened last time."
"I won't give you a chance to remind me," Qin retorts, flippantly implying that he doesn't remember to hear Hades exhale through gritted teeth from the provocation. Just to mark this engagement off as a win, in case things go sideways later in enemy territory.
"Don't be a brat."
"As you wish, O' King of Helheim," he bows, dipping back down to kiss the god and leisurely trace the purple laurel tattoo across Hades's forehead with a thumb.
Qin takes his time, nibbling at Hades's lower lip and asking permission to enter with a gentle swipe of the tongue, as if he's making love with a concubine. His fingers dance over the black, spiked choker blocking Hades's neck off like an iron fence, before entwining themselves into silvery hair- pulling at the regal strands and grinning sweetly into the kiss when Hades gasps softly.
Then he shifts his attention lower, deftly unbuttoning Hades's shirt and using his fingers and tongue to map across the god's broad chest.
"Mm, like that?" He teases when one of his sharp claws catches on a nipple and the body beneath him jerks. Hades glares in response, apparently not. Qin quickly presses a thumb between the other man's eyebrows, massaging the pressure point to placate Hades, "Settle now."
"No more chances."
"Calm down, you'll like this next part."
Part of Hades doubts that, though he can feel Qin slip off the bed to kneel and fiddle with his pants zipper. Warm breath falls over him and he resists the urge to buck his hips impatiently when Qin starts mouthing his hardness to full length and then licks at it delicately- teasingly. Hades is certain it's on purpose.
His theory is all but confirmed when he watches in disbelief as Qin bats a cute, little wave upon noticing that Hades is watching. To say his blood pressure spikes would be an understatement because smooth ridges of metal are curling around his length and he sees no gold ornaments on the waving hand and the snappy threat that he's about to deliver dies on the tip of his tongue because-
"Mmghh," Hades groans, head falling back to the bed when Qin finally wraps his spit-slickened lips around him and sucks like his life depends on it (it might). Against all odds, Hades finds himself aroused by the metallic fingers pumping his length into the wet heat of Qin's mouth. The textured gold is slippery with drool and feels like a novelty. And against his better sensibilities, the immediate threat of those sharp dragon claws slicing him open sends adrenaline rushing through his veins.
Qin hums, wrapping his tongue behind the head in his mouth. Working up the saliva and resolve to go deeper. He twists his fingers, careful not to scrape the sharp ends against the sensitive organ and feels something proud flutter in his chest when Hades makes another pleasurable sound. It's enough to motivate him forward, determinedly taking more of the god's length into his mouth even as his throat seizes and he gags wet and helpless against the self-imposed intrusion. Tears spring to his eyes and he digs his fingers into Hades's thighs- moumantai, moumantai, just-
"Just swallow," Hades says, sitting up and placing a hand behind Qin's head, neither pushing forward or pulling back, just providing a reassuring pressure. And the king's body shudders as he forces himself to swallow Hades's cock to the base. "Magnificent. You're being such a good, little subject for me."
It's hard to tell what Hades looks like through blurred vision, but Qin can hear the smile in his voice and feel the hardness pulse against the walls of his throat, so he groans around the aching, suffocating discomfort, and sends a vibration up the shaft. Last time, Hades had to do this himself. This time will be different.
He starts out slow, but quickly picks up the pace. His hands find their way to Hades's hips- they're a better anchor point for this. Saliva pools under his tongue and pretty soon starts to overflow down his chin as he continues sucking. For as determined as he is to see this through, Qin spends the next seconds, minutes, and what feels like hours- fighting the overwhelming urge to pull off and relieve his throat from being fucked raw.
Salvation could look like anything, but it feels like Hades grabbing his skull and pumping his hips into Qin's face. The angle changes and the cock down his throat scrapes somewhere new- somewhere bad. His gag reflex spasms violently in protest, face reddening from lack of air as fingers scratch deep welts into Hades's hips. It's when blackness spots his vision and Qin is certain he's going to pass out- that Hades jerks and finally cums down his throat.
Convulsing adrenaline wracks his body, stuck between drowning and throwing up. Then a cool hand appears around his trembling neck, deliberately stroking and triggering Qin's instinct to swallow. The flavor is salty and the texture is worse than quicksilver, but he finds himself kneeling there around the softened length with closed eyes afterwards. Just to breath. In and out.
He slides off a couple moments later after composing himself and flashes a cheeky grin, teeth glossy with cum and saliva.
"How's that?" Qin asks hoarsely, out of breath and looking far too pleased with himself for how close he was to death's doorstep with all that fussing a minute ago.
"It was good," Hades huffs with a coy smirk, almost endeared enough to overlook how badly Qin had been struggling at the end. "But unfortunately for you, not good enough-"
He pulls Qin back onto the bed and swiftly rolls on top, roughly pinning the king's wrists behind his back with one hand and grabbing his own belt with the other. The metal buckle clinks against itself over the sound of air leaving Qin's lungs- "Bù hǎo- !"
Hades takes his time wrapping the belt around the silk-covered wrists and arms, fastening it tightly. Once that's completed, he's finally able to pick up where he left off and finish undressing Qin from the waist down.
"You are spectacular," the god praises, kneading his hands into Qin's muscular thighs and pulling them apart so he can settle between, and pin the other man down by pressing a knee into the small of his back.
Qin chokes on a gasp from the sudden weight and feels the hairs on the back of his neck rise as Hades shifts to grab something on the bed that's out of view.
"Mmph, well aware," he grits out and tries to wriggle away, even though it's futile. Hades chuckles lightly from above and then reveals what's in his hand, dangling the item between Qin's eyes like a captured prize and allowing him to zero in on his precious blindfold.
"Perhaps then, you are also aware that your most annoying trait is that cocky mouth of yours," Hades says, bringing the fabric to ease over Qin's face. But instead of dragging it up from his nose to cover his eyes, Hades yanks it down between his teeth, pulling it taut and knotting the gag at the base of his skull to muffle the string of obscenities spilling out.
Qin feels strongly in response to being gagged with his blindfold- beginning with pissed off that Hades may have just crossed a line, and then concerned that his last line of defense has been taken away, and worst of all... Shamefully and undeniably hard.
His heavy pants start to shallow after a few moments of pointless struggling, muscles beginning to relax as much as they can with his shoulders being pulled back by the belt looped around his arms. An aroused flush of heat replaces the resistance in his veins, which buzz with anticipation and something else... Something warm and heavy that settles in his limbs and causes the release of a hazy sigh.
"H'des," he mumbles thickly around the damp blindfold and swallows his pride, rutting into the bed.
"Shh, patience now," Hades shushes without sympathy, an eyebrow raising in recognition at this turn of events. He's well aware of how much control Qin possesses over himself, over his empire. So it shouldn't come as a surprise that taking it away on occasion might do the king some good.
He eases off, stepping away while Qin's will to fight has temporarily run its course.
The bedside table drawer snicks open and Hades plucks a glass vial out, turning it over in his hands. It's been ages since he's last used this, and he can't help but muse how the human tied up in his bed might react.
Qin cranes his neck, warily eyeing the bottle of luminescence Hades left the bed to retrieve. It looks toxic, and the idea of Hades inviting him over just to poison him briefly crosses his mind. Improbable, but an assassination attempt is always on the table. He just never thought he'd be going out while bound, gagged, and stripped on the bed.
"What is this? It's something that I've grown a tolerance for, but I think you will enjoy," Hades easily decodes the look being shot in his direction and responds breezily, coating a pair of fingers in the viscous substance.
Starry reflections appear in Qin's eyes, gleaming in a way that indicates he's studying Hades's qi. Not that he can do anything besides look. Maybe it's habitual, or maybe it's a threat- like if Qin really wanted, he could still break free and bring an end to this. Regardless, Hades leans over and presses his fingertips to the closed entrance, ignoring how the muscle tenses on contact.
Qin's suspicions dissolve into moans as Hades inserts his long fingers. His first thought is that they're slick, and whatever lubricant Hades is using is definitely better than spit. But as the god slowly pumps the fingers in and out, a weird, tingling sensation begins to spread. It starts off hardly noticeable, something that could be mistaken for normal arousal. Then it grows, getting hotter and becoming impossible to ignore, because while it's not itchy in the traditional sense, it aches in the sense that he feels horrifyingly insatiable. As if nothing could ever be enough to get rid of the feeling. He ruts his hips back against the fingers, clenching down to suck them in deeper and keens in despair when the sensation continues to intensify.
"I suppose even a king will succumb to the throes of enhanced arousal," Hades responds, sounding amused in a way that would piss him off if not for the growing desperation to be fucked, causing his cock to throb almost painfully. Something slippery trickles down the inside of his thigh, and if he were able to think clearly right now, he might have considered how unfair it is that Hades is still lucid enough to subject him to this- after the ordeal Qin went through to suck him off.
Qin feels the fingers slip out of him and be replaced by something far worse. The head of Hades's cock slowly eases into him. Just the tip. Because Hades is a sadistic asshole, the cruel king of Helheim, and the kind of predator that likes to play with his prey before taking them out of their misery. It moves shallowly at the rim, and he starts wondering how much pride will be sacrificed before the night ends. Because there's a ravenous heat squirming in his gut, spreading to his fingertips, and infecting his head with desire. And if Hades doesn't fucking move, he's certain to lose his damn mind.
He tries to growl around the gag, but it comes out weak and high-pitched, and Qin can feel Hades rumble with a quiet chuckle over his pathetic excuse of a threat. He's losing ground, fast, unable to squirm back due to the hands holding his hips up in place, and consequently denied from taking any more of the length than Hades will allow.
"... Pl'se?"
It comes out quiet and muffled as he tries to wiggle his hips enticingly, and for a shameful, long moment, nothing happens. Heat sears across his cheeks, dying the tips of his ears and neck red. Has Hades not heard him or is the god expecting him to grovel even more?
He turns his head to risk a look over his shoulder right as the god finally moves and splits him open in a single thrust, tearing a strangled yelp of pain from Qin. His eyes water from how full he feels, from the delicious stretch to accommodate Hades's ridiculous length, which hurts so good, and because it's still not fucking enough-
"So fucking tight," Hades spits out, like it's a curse- a sin, "and so needy too, pulling me in like this," he adds, while slowly thrusting in and out to feel the slick clench of Qin's walls dragging him in deeper and resisting every time he pulls out.
Qin pants below, trembling with exertion now that the initial shock has worn off. His cheek is smashed into the bed, chest down, ass up, and on full display for Hades. He can feel his arms aching, nails biting into his palm to leave crescent indentations and golden ornaments pricking drops of blood by the pulse point on his left wrist, because there's nothing else to hang on to as Hades picks up the pace.
Whatever Hades drugged him with makes his mind hazy and feverish with delirium. Everything feels oversensitive and every movement is overstimulating. It's agony and Hades hasn't even touched his prostate yet. Qin spins out hard and fast. Control slips through his fingers like mercury from a vial, shooting out and splashing onto his abdomen, dripping onto the bed. And he whines in frustration because he's covered in his own cum and it's still not enough. He needs more, he needs Hades to do something, to fix this- to fix whatever he did to him.
Hades seems to get the message because he yanks Qin up and drags him stumbling from the bed, allowing him to collapse like a dead weight on his knees a few feet away. Fingers tighten into his sweaty fringe and Hades cranes his face up to look in the full body mirror.
It's jarring because he doesn't have these in his Mausoleum, has never seen anything produce a reflection with such clarity until Ragnarok. He had looked larger than life itself in the reflective pane in his room. But now... He's not sure what to make of the man staring back at him, and even worse- he can't look away, captivated by the debauched vulnerability.
"See? I wouldn't lie about how exquisite you are. And won't you look at that, so needy too," Hades purrs over Qin's shoulder. "Don't tell me that looking at yourself in the mirror gets you going," he chuckles lowly, taking in the reddening flush and wondering if Qin's mirror-touch synesthesia extends to his reflection. Based on the way his eyes widen in disbelief, roll back in their sockets, and squeeze shut- it might. Further evidence comes in the form of saliva slipping off his human's chin, and landing on the swollen arousal below with a sufferingly pitiful noise-
Qin doesn't just keen, he whimpers- and it goes straight to Hades's cock.
The human grinds his slippery ass against the thick length in jerky motions, desperate to have it fucking his hole again- anything to scratch the feverish itch burning his insides up. Which means Hades finally, finally has Qin right where he wants him.
"Qin, look."
Obedience still doesn't come easily to the emperor, but it only takes a hand tightening around the front of Qin's throat to induce compliance. His bleary eyes part open, just enough for Hades to see the regret and humiliation shining in them.
Just enough for Qin to see the triumphant, predatory grin reflecting back in the mirror as Hades forces him to watch his pathetic self be conquered- submissive and begging for it around the blindfold in his mouth.
Hades pulls the knot of the gag loose as he forcefully plows into that tight heat- relishing the wet scream that breaks free.
"H- HADES!"
And gods, fuck, it's his name, he needs Qin to say his name again-
But Qin bites into his lip, head lolling down in shame because Hades wasn't meant to hear that. Wasn't supposed to be allowed to reap the rewards of his conquest so easily and without any resistance. He tries to grit his teeth together to stifle the sounds being punched out, but his jaw is slack and uncooperative and Hades is ramming into him and it feels so- "Nngh- good. Feels ff- fucking good, Hades, Hades, fuck I-" Qin babbles and mindlessly moves his hips back to meet Hades's thrusts.
His name on Qin's lips is down right mesmerizing to hear and it makes something in Hades's chest flutter. But what really does it for him are the swift, gliding motions of the smaller man's hips. Finally smooth and perfectly in sync with his ruthless pace, Hades considers this a milestone in his training for Qin. The emperor is finally learning how to take what Hades can give, and there's so much more to come once they get rid of that pesky gag reflex.
"You don't have to promise me you'll never fuck another man," Hades suddenly can't help but growl, and shoves his erection deep- jamming against the spot that makes Qin choke on a gasp as he jolts forwards and his vision whites out.
Qin feels hands circle his neck possessively and hold him against Hades's dense chest as the god continues grinding against his prostate, claiming him from the inside out, and sending him barreling towards another orgasm.
"No one else will ever be able to fuck you like this. I'm the only one who can satisfy you from now on, not even your little concubines," Hades continues, hissing into his ear and Qin curses because...
"Mmgh, y' ff- fucking asshole, I know, " he moans brokenly, eyes shutting as the pleasure in his gut coils tighter and tighter. Qin just came, but he doesn't think his heavy cock remembers because it already feels like it's about to burst again.
"Then my subject deserves a reward," Hades purrs. "They say that impeding a sense causes the others to compensate for the loss," he murmurs softly and ties the blindfold back in place around Qin's glassy eyes, before roughly shoving the man's chest to the ground. He situates his hands tightly around Qin's hips and yanks them flush against his pelvic region. "Let me absolve you."
When Hades moves, he does so without mercy- plowing roughly into the strung out body underneath. He grits his teeth around a moan, losing his composure to the tight, wet friction that feels so utterly divine. Just like the emperor crying out beneath him so beautifully.
Hades curses when he notices Qin's tongue loll out mid-pant, shifting his position flush against the human's back, bracing against the ground and wrapping a thick arm around the king's throat to hold him in place. He hears a capitulating keen and feels the wound up body beneath him give, falling slack and surrendering to his brutal assault.
"This is called checkmate, my Little King. You're going to scream my name again and cum on my cock."
Qin falls silent. And for a moment, Hades thinks he might be too fucked out to respond properly. But then the side of his face twists into view and Qin licks his reddened lips. And they dare to curl into a little half-grin as he taunts breathlessly- "Gods don't always get what they want."
Satisfaction tastes like iron bitten out of Qin's cheek when Hades slams into him, successfully provoked into letting his vindictive desire take control. However, it proves to be a mistake because the arm falls away from his neck and a hand roughly grabs his dripping member and jerks- hard, obliterating his euphoric high and sending him crashing into an orgasm-- blowing out his sanity faster than quicksilver elixir.
Fangs bite into the back of his neck, almost piercing the skin, and something bleeds out from under his blindfold to run over the centipede tattoo. It crawls into his mouth, tasting of salt and penance as he heaves around a labored sob that he can't fight to keep down any longer-
"Ha- aah-- nngh, Haades!"
"Yes, just like that, marvelous," Hades snarls above Qin, moving his arm back around the human's throat to drag him in close, and burying himself to the hilt as he finally claims decisive victory- flooding the emperor with his own release. He feels the overstimulated walls spasm around him, drawing his climax out into the slick heat.
They stay there for a moment, Qin used up beneath Hades and twitching through the aftershocks.
Then Hades moves back, allowing luminescent-tinted cum to spill out and run down Qin's thigh to the floor.
"Qin...?" Hades asks, eyes flicking up and down the prone form.
No response. Shit.
The belt comes off first, hands gently massaging at the strained shoulders for a couple moments, before picking Qin up and carrying him to the bed. He gingerly lays the king out on it and quickly takes stock.
Was that too much? He had been so certain the emperor could take it. Or was that his own misgivings, too caught up in his desires to ruin the human?
He pays extra attention to the left shoulder and the stark scarring, wondering if there was too much tension. Because while the healing capabilities of the Ragnarok medical team were impressive, it's not like the shoulder and arm weren't damaged and severed from the body. Surely, that would still require physical therapy and special care for the rest of his afterlife.
Hades pauses to stare at the blindfold. On or off? Should he remove it to check in on Qin, or keep it on because Qin always, always wears it? He ends up leaving it on because it would feel wrong to remove something so precious without permission. But isn't that what he had done last time they had sex? And using it as a gag definitely would've violated the presumed sanctity around it.
Actually, it would have been better for Qin to have worn it the whole time. Either that, or Hades shouldn't have given into his desires to defeat the human so thoroughly, he could have reached for a different lubricant, one that wasn't spiked with an aphrodisiac. Because the mirror touch synesthesia is overwhelming enough for Qin on its own. There was no need for anything else in that department.
He's striding away from the bed now, long legs leading him to a tray on his dresser. A pitcher of honey water sits there, something he knows Qin enjoys, and he quickly pours a cup. He checks where the surface sits below the rim. Pours just a tiny bit more. Perfect.
Qin has barely moved an inch when Hades returns, still arranged neatly where the god left him fucked out of his mind. So Hades sets the cup down on the side table and slides in behind him, propping Qin up against his chest and carding a hand through his hair. Something comforting for the king to return to.
Eventually, he hears a soft sigh and feels the weight of Qin's head shift as it rotates comfortably to nestle beside his heart beat. Instead of acknowledging the fondness tugging under his skin, he reaches for the cup.
"Brought you something, my Emperor," Hades says gently, "Be good and open up."
"Mm," Qin licks at his lips in an attempt to wet them. There's drool on his chin, but his tongue feels dry, mouth parched from all the exertion. And he absentmindedly determines that Hades deserves a scolding for not giving him something to drink before all this, considering how far he traveled just to get here.
Smooth porcelain presses against his lips and he allows them to part, tentatively at first because handling another one of Hades's surprises is not something he's in the mood for currently. But then the liquid seeps in, trickling over his taste buds, and ah, that's right...
He nearly forgot. This was the whole purpose behind the visit. His hands come up, taking the cup a bit clumsily from Hades so he can greedily finish the rest. A purr rumbles in his throat and he tilts his head back against Hades's shoulder, gaze shifting upwards. Because the haziness in his mind is still clearing, but he has something imperative to tell Hades.
"Taking every last drop of honey in your palace, when I leave today."
"Tomorrow," Hades corrects, sighing in relief like he had been holding in a breath for whatever reason.
Strong arms wrap over Qin's shoulders and pull him against the god's warm chest.
The position is intimate enough that Qin can feel Hades relax behind him.
An affectionate kiss is pressed against the crown of his head.
And tomorrow... hǎo, he can wait for tomorrow.