The day the gods died

A loud moan escaped Ceros as he gripped the sweat-coated shoulders of the Prince trying to breathe. The Prince wasn’t even giving him any time to get his breathing and body under control before starting to attack some other part of him.
They lay in the Prince’s bed, silken sheets clinging to their sweat slicked bodies making them slide against each other. The balcony door was slightly open, allowing the morning air to softly enter the room. It was lazy and completely erotic. Atharva rolled his hips grinding his erection against Ceros’ eliciting loud gasps from the latter. Atharva moaned into Ceros’ sweat slicked shoulder as he started licking and kissing the pale neck trying to mark it. Ceros writhed under him lifting his neck so those soft lips would have a better access.
“Atharva… please…”
Atharva chuckled against his neck still kissing and biting softly.
“Please…” gasped Ceros as he arched brushing his erection against Atharva’s thigh making him groan.
Atharva groaned softly before grabbing hold of his hips lowering himself to kiss his chest spending time playing with his nipples until they hardened. All the while Ceros whimpered softly trying to grind his erection against Atharva’s.
“You’ll come too soon,” gently admonished the Prince as he lowered his head to kiss Ceros’ stomach. A loud gasp escaped the menckenian as his stomach started to quiver in anticipation to what was coming.
He started to feel wetness cover his member as Atharva started to lick and kiss him. It was so overwhelming, making Ceros cry out and bury his hands in Atharva’s blonde mass of hair.
The Prince started humming and he bobbed his head and took Ceros into the wet cavern of his mouth making the latter’s body tremble with the many sensations that assaulted him. He had never known that it could feel so good. There were no words to describe how he felt. It was as if his pleasure just kept building up and there was no end. So much… He wanted it to end! He wanted to let go.
A mixture between a whimper and a sob escaped his lips as Atharva dragged his teeth across his length and he came hard empting himself in the prince’s mouth.

“Oh, gods…”

Atharva crawled up and kissed him deeply, allowing himself to explore the young boy’s mouth at his leisure. He was still hard and wanted nothing more than to bury himself into the wanton body that was spread under him, but he wanted Ceros to get some control. Wanted the menckenian to be sure about what they were about to do. Small whimpers escaped through Ceros’ lips and Atharva could feel the latter’s erection coming back to life.

“What are you doing to me?” asked Ceros huskily managing to move his mouth in order to get some air.
“Doing something about it. You can stop it whenever you want,” said Atharva holding the menckenian’s gaze.
“I know.”
It was enough for him; Atharva shifted lifting one of Ceros’ strengthless legs over his shoulder as he coated his fingers with some salve.

The menckenian felt fingers teasing at his opening before one salve slicked finger slid inside him, teasing, stretching, and searching… Then another one and another one before brushing against something inside him that made him gasp loudly hazing his vision. Atharva kept brushing his fingers against that spot until Ceros was gasping and whimpering uncontrollably before it stopped. Ceros whimpered at the loss before something bigger than three fingers replaced the empty space and slowly started to push in. Ceros’ breath caught in his throat at the pain that flared from that area.
“It’ll get better, I promise,” gasped the Prince as he kept pushing in until he was completely seated inside Ceros.

Then the Prince started to move and the last whispers of pain began to be replaced by the more solid feeling of pleasure. Atharva began moving in a slow rhythm; brushing against that spot inside Ceros that made the menckenian groan out loud wrapping his legs around the Prince’s hips to take him in deeper. So it wasn’t before long Ceros came with a shuddering breath followed shortly after by the Prince who collapsed on top of him slick with sweat that began cooling with the morning breeze.

“Oh, gods…Ceros…”
“Mmm.” Ceros was feeling contented and relaxed enough that he began to drift off to sleep. Atharva laughed slowly.
“Are you falling asleep?”
“….yes”
“Get some rest, you’re going to need it.”
Later on when he woke up he knew exactly what Atharva had meant.

Ceros’ body stretchedguidguidly as if he were waking from a life long sleep. Everything ached but it was a good kind of ache. He blinked wondering if he needed to feel any different and wondering why he didn’t.

“Up already?”
Looking up, Ceros noticed the Prince who looked refreshed as if he hadn’t spent all hours last night keeping the menckenian awake. Ceros could only blink dumbly at him trying to make sense at what the Prince was saying, but instead of that he was feeling his face burn up in embarrassment. One would think that a night of sex would rid a person of lustful thoughts, but instead it was as if his body had become addicted to the Prince’s touch. He wanted it again.

“I thought you were going to sleep the day away.”
The thought making Ceros’ blush harder.

“No, I want to walk.”

“Are you sure you should?”

Ceros turned toward the Prince noticing how the latter was grinning. The idiot had gone at it all night of course he knew Ceros would be in pain. Just the thought if it angered him.

“I’m fine. I can walk perfectly.”
“You shouldn’t say that until you’ve tried it.” There was an underlying tone of amusement.

“You…” but before he could finish his lips were covered with the Prince’s making him lose his train of thought. Atharva had such soft lips that the simple feel of them was making him forget all of his pain and lust start to stir in the bottom of his stomach. A moan escaped his lips, which made Atharva groan and start to push the menckenian down on his back straddling his hips.

“Wait…”said Ceros managing to move his mouth from Atharva’s and breathe. “What about my walk?”
A deep chuckle vibrated against the pale flesh of his neck, “Forget about the walk. Do you really want to take a walk right now?”
The only response Ceros could come up with was a slight gasp as Atharva moved and settled between his legs slowly starting a moving motion with his hips.
“Mmmm”
“You like that?”
“…yes”
A small chuckle.
“Well then,” and the Prince started trailing his lips down Ceros’ chest licking and kissing trying to taste every inch of the beautiful menckenian who kept whispering nonsense thing in menckenian. Who would’ve thought that the antisocial menckenian was so lustful?
Ceros gasped when Atharva stopped on his stomach and started kissing. Grabbing fistfuls of blonde hair, Ceros tried to keep his body under control but he wanted more.
Gasping for breath, Ceros kept thinking why he didn’t feel any more satisfied than before sleeping with Atharva.
“Atharva…”
“Yes…” hissed Atharva before taking Ceros’ half-erect organ into his mouth. Ceros gasped loudly holding onto Athas shs shoulders. There woul mar marks but at the moment the blonde couldn’t bring himself to care very much about it. He was fully aroused and wanted nothing more than to bury himself into the menckenian’s willing body. It made the entire wait he had to go through to get Ceros worth it. Ceros was about to come; Atharva could tell by the way the raven-haired youth started mumbling nonsense and the grip on his shoulders became stronger.
“Oh, gods!” Ceros loudly groaned before emptying himself in the Prince’s mouth. Atharva lightly chuckled thinking what would people say if they found out that their Prince gave blowjobs to his slave.
He crawled up to kiss Ceros, who was being very complacent now that he was sated.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Ceros smiled, “Men aren’t beautiful“But“But you are. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of you.”
“Hmm…are you done?” asked the young prince with a coy smile.
Atharva grinned before lowering his head to tease at Ceros’ neck. The menckenian gave a sound of pure pleasure that shot straight down to his groin. He kept up his assault on Ceros’ neck as he settled more firmly between the menckenian’s legs feeling his erection move against Ceros’ half-erect one. Bringing their lips together, he felt the menckenian’s lips open immediately to grant him easier access. Atharva groaned before moving to get some salve.
Ceros groaned he he felt fingers teasing at his entrance, now that he knew what to expect he was more relaxed. When Atharvagersgers brushed against his prostate, he arched off of bed riding the sensations, and when Atharva finally was inside him, he let himself go.


Ceros was not feeling very well when Fengdar returned. Atharva hadn’t slept with him last night because he had left the country as a representative of his father on some meetings. That left Ceros to feel horrible on his own. Fengdar had returned to find him in bed fighting a cold.
The young blonde had then proceeded to help him and try to nurse him to health, but Ceros seemed to be suffering from some effects of his ‘change’ and having Fengdar in so close proximity for long periods of time was getting to him. Finally, after giving the menckenian some tea laced with some sleeping dusts, Ceros had managed to fall asleep.
Upon waking, he found himself being picked up and suddenly put into a tub with cold water making him sputter and his teeth tremble with the chilled air.
“Ceros…are you listening to me?”
Slowly, amethyst colored eyes blinked lazily before turning their attention to the man in front of him.
“Fengdar?…when?”
“Got back yesterday, you’ve been running a fever ever since. How did you get sick?”
Ceros closed his eyes to fight a wave of dizziness and try to make sense of what Fengdar was asking him.
“I’m sick? I’m cold.”
“Yes, I know. Come, get up a bit.”
Ceros tried to get up but didn’t have the strength and ended up relying on Fengdar to carry most of his weight.
“Damn it! What the hell’s wrong with you?” asked Fengdar putting his hand of Ceros’ damp forehead.
“Hmm…” moaned Ceros before batting Fengdar’s hand away, but Fengdar wouldn’t be deterred. Once he had Ceros in a long nightshirt he started brushing the menckenian’s hair.
“You’re burning up. Where you walking out when it was cold?”
“No…Atharva’s fault….”
Fengdar stopped the brush in mid motion trying to see if he had heard right.
“You slept with Atharva?”
“Hmm…”
“Ceros, you slept with him?!?”
“It was driving me crazy,” mumbled the menckenian already half asleep from the blonde’s ministrations. “Had to make it stop.”
Sighing loudly, Fengdar started brng Cng Ceros’ hair noticing that it had gotten a bit longer. It was completely black now like the night sky.
“We are in trouble aren’t we?” he whispered to nobody in particular.