she made a smear campaign against me so now i'm snarking her RP game [8a/10]

[omaewokorosu]

she made a smear campaign against me because i rejected her advances
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she made a smear campaign against me so now i'm snarking her RP game
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | INTERMISSION | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8a | Part 8b/9

WHAT RP ARE WE DOING THIS TIME?
It is officially called Give Me the Fruit but the Google Doc is titled Mythological Desecration in the Name of 1x2.

It is 33k words of a (poorly) reimagined Kidnapping of Persephone, you know, the tale of how Hades took Persephone into the underworld and Demeter was mad about it and Zeus was like SHRUG and Hades won 50-50 custody and Demeter was still Big Mad but not as Big Mad as she was.

Will Heero and Duo be OOC?
I think it's 50-50 with Heero for this one but 100 percent for Duo. Just assume Duo is never once IC and if he is it was an accident.

THE CAST OF GIVE ME THE FRUIT:
RACHEL THE DEMON as..........DUO MAXWELL...aka the God of the Underworld, Hades
HIKARU YUY as............................HEERO YUY...aka Goddess of Spring (for half the year) and Goddess of the Underworld (the rest of the year), Persephone

I forget who plays any NPCs but that doesn't really matter.

The format is the same as it was in Parts 6 and 7 because it's the easiest way to do this now lol

BOLD AND ITALICS = the RP text

ITALICS = RP tag rewrites, if there are any

REGULAR = everything else (commentary, etc.)

THIS WILL BE A TWO PARTER!

Contains behaviour that can be seen by some as grooming behaviours. There is a lot of smut. A LOT OF SMUT.


Heero knew full well he wasn't allowed this deep in the woods by himself. It wasn't that he couldn't take care of himself--he was armed with a bow and arrow--it was simply because his mother, Demeter, trusted no one, especially not the more wily and cunning deities who flittered around every once in a while. She always made sure he had an entourage of nymphs to keep him guarded.

Heero had lost them about halfway through the woods. They had stopped by a stream to refresh themselves and Heero took that as an opportunity to slip away. After all, it was easier to hunt deer when one wasn't surrounded by giggling wood nymphs who would rather play tricks on the wildlife than help harm them.

He tensed as he heard a noise, the sound of a branch snapping underfoot. Could that be…? He followed the sound, bow poised at his side so he could fire off an arrow at a moment's notice...and saw nothing. There were definitely broken branches, but they looked deliberately broken in half, not at all like something broken by a deer hoof.

Must be the nymphs, Heero reasoned. Looks like I've been found. He opened his mouth to scold them for spooking his prey when a chill crept up his spine, and the surrounding area turned rather...cold. That was odd. Autumn had only started--for it to be this cold was unusual.

Maybe it's not the nymphs, Heero said. Maybe I've gone too far into the woods.

So far Heero is passably in character. Thank fuck.

Death was, Duo mused, by far the most boring deity position in the entire pantheon.  Dead people fell into one of three categories: boring, stupid, or obnoxious.  Okay, make that four categories because some were a mix of all three and those shades he preferred to keep locked away in that special corner of Tartarus that he pretended didn’t exist.  At least the other gods got to hang out with fantastic creatures or wreak havoc on the mortal plane.  Not him.  He got to babysit the fallen for all eternity.

Hades actually chose to rule the Underworld. He could've ruled Mount Olympus as the eldest but said "nah fuck that shit give it to Zeus he's the extrovert" and went to the dark and broody place because that's what he wanted. I can relate lmao

considering the amount of people who try to cheat death every day and issue challenges to Hades (and then fuck them up rip Eurydice your man Orpheus is a fucking moron), how can the Underworld be boring? Never a dull moment.

Occasionally, he would leave Chiron

Chiron is a centaur, one of Chronos' kids.

You're looking for Charon. The ferryman. THEY NAMED PLUTO'S BIGGEST MOON AFTER HIM. 

in charge so he could ‘get out of the house for a bit’ as the mortals would say.

So if Charon leaves his post as the River Styx Ferry Captain to housesit... Who is ferrying people? He putting up a sign "out for lunch be back at [TIME]" at his post??? 

Leave the Underworld and get as close to the surface as he dared, though he was forbidden to actually cross that line.  Humans were interesting to watch, if anything.  Vaguely, he wondered why they seemed to lose all personality after death.  Why they went from even vibrant little spitfires to dull, shiftless wads of angst without a physical body.

Because they're dead? I'm sure most people don't want to be dead?

And on one of these little sanity vacations...that was when he saw him.

He blinked as he watched from inside the tree, the closest he ever dared get to the mortal plane.  He was stalking the woods with a finely crafted bow and arrow in his hands, and Duo knew in that moment what Narcissus must’ve felt like when he looked into that ill-fated pool.

OKAY.

Rachel has this recurring problem where there are pronouns that don't refer to anyone previously named which does nothing but cause confusion.

"He blinked as he watched" refers back to Duo.

"the closest he ever dared" also refers back to Duo.

"He was stalking the woods with a finely crafted bow and arrow in his hands" refers back to...Duo? but that doesn't make sense. There's no one else named though, so these pronouns refer back to...no one, technically.

(It refers back to Heero, who hasn't been named in this sentence for anything else to refer back to him.)

Clarity in sentences is important, especially if you have multiple people who use the same pronouns. I get that it's "just RP" but that's not an excuse to write like shit. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off this boy.

Pretty sure Heero is a young adult, he's like 18 at least. 

Using the roots to jump from tree to tree, trailing behind the young man’s feet as they crept over the ground.  Tempted, for a moment, to openly defy Zeus and make himself known.  But that was a stupid idea and he knew it.

Would Zeus even give a shit? 

There were other ways to connect with mortals.  Dubiously legal, of course,

THERE ARE LAWS TO BEING A DEITY?? 

but the one time Zeus had tried to punish him for it, he’d pointed out the flaw in his logic and made the king of the gods obey his own damned rules for once.  Zeus had never really forgiven him for it, either.

This sounds so fucking juvenile like Duo got Zeus in trouble with their mom and their mom yelled at Zeus and grounded him or some shit.

And so he kept following.  Kept hanging back.  Just to see what this one would do.

The thing is, Heero is the son of Demeter, who is a goddess and also is Duo's (Hades') sister. Persephone is known to Hades. But okay, Rachel.

Rachel, okay.

Okay, Rachel.

Heero knew someone was there. Somewhere. He had convinced himself it was one of them nymphs playing tricks since that was, of course, their nature. The deer was long forgotten now, merely an idle curiosity. There were always other hunters in these parts, and he had to be careful to make sure he didn't get speared or gored upon by an errant arrow. His eyes scanned the trees, scanned the ground, traced the paths of roots that eventually converged together to form….a barrier?

Wouldn't Heero be able to see through this? He's a god in his own right as the son of Zeus and Demeter...

This can't be a natural construct.

Heero wouldn't use this kind of verbiage.

Heero: Sorry, I channeled Marth for a second.

Oh. Okay. You better now?

Heero: Think so. 

He reached out to touch it and upon doing so shrunk back a little. Wood shouldn't be that cold unless underneath snow. What exactly was going on? Was he in some kind of enchanted forest? That would be his luck--no wonder his mother didn't want him going so deep, there were probably all sorts of tricks and traps strewn all about to catch unsuspecting mortals--and children of deities, in some cases--unawares.

But wood was never this black, either. Not unless it was charred, though it certainly didn't feel or smell burnt. There was something otherworldly about it and Heero peered closer, stepped closer. It was almost like a cloak.
But what would cause a tree's roots to grow this way? He felt something cold at his feet and looked down. It was a deer.

A dead deer.

At his feet not unlike how one would offer a sacrificed animal to the gods and goddesses themselves. Yes, Heero too was a god, and sometimes he forgot this fact, god of the harvest by his mother's side. But deer were animals associated with Apollo's sister, sometimes even Athena was given one as some kind of offering. Deer were not associated with harvest deities.

And then he spotted him in the hollow of a tree. The aura about him suggested he was, in fact, some kind of deity, and not someone from the Mount either. Someone cast down from there

Hades isn't the same thing as Satan/Lucifer ok 

and given dominion not over Earth or Sky, but elsewhere.

Hades chose that willingly.

Maybe Duo didn't choose it willingly though, but Hades did.

The Elsewhere his mother said no one dared tread unless they never wanted to come back. The ruler of such dominion, the God of Death,

Thanatos doesn't rule the Underworld lmao 

was not exactly the nicest god.

idk Hades is p chill?? 

Who could blame him, watching over the dead? Valiant heroes were one thing, but ordinary mortals and criminals were likely rather boring. At least the criminals could be tortured, but seeing that day after day must have been...boring.

"He is the loneliest," his mother once told him.

I mean that might be true but he's still p chill 

"No one would ever want to keep his company in such as dark a place as…" His mother dared not mention the name, either.

Oh nice detail younger me!

Historically speaking you didn't utter the names of death (or other dark associated) deities, you would use one of their epithets. This extended to places like the Underworld. People worshipped in secret and they would make their offerings looking away from both the offering and whatever was being used as an effigy. You also typically didn't eat anything left for the dead or its associated deities. But it makes sense that my younger self knew this, because we at one point worked with Hellenistic death deities like Thanatos and Persephone. 

Heero didn't exactly feel sorry for him, but there was something in his eyes, something in the way he was staring so intently at him… He was captivated.

Ensnared.

Duo watched the look on his face, taking in the lines of every feature.  It wasn’t often that he got to see mortals this way.

Persephone is a full-blooded deity— 

And certainly ones this...beautiful.  Perfect.  He was half a deity, Duo could tell that immediately.

Might wanna try that again because Persephone is the daughter of Zeus and Demeter who are both deities; Heero is a god, not a demigod. 

So...technically...appearing to him would not be outside the rules.  He had to keep himself hidden from mortals, but gods were fair game.

In this case...very fair game indeed.

And nothing got a god’s attention like a sacrifice.  He watched the young man survey the gift at his feet.  Watched him meet his eyes.  And while he did not move from within the tree, he held his hand out in beckoning.

“Is it to your liking?”

This is fucking weird tbh

why is a god giving an offering to another god

At first Heero had no idea what to say. What do you say to a god everyone tells you to not only stay far away from, but to avert your eyes from? Sure there were those who worshipped the "dark" gods, and they had to turn away as they made their sacrifices. Deities such as these were to be feared, not necessarily revered. Especially ones you only saw if you slipped up and your number was called.

It was a lovely deer, though. There was beauty even in death.
"It… It is a lovely deer," Heero managed to say. "I suppose that saves me the trouble of having to find and kill one myself." He shouldered the bow and though he knew he should avert his eyes, he found himself unable to. He moved closer, intrigued. This had to be a trap. You're going to be whisked away, just as your mother warned you as a child about strange people in the wood.

But when a god beckoned you, wasn't it only polite to go to them? No one ignored a god's call, not even Zeus.
"You're the God of Death...aren't you?"

Duo: Nah that's my buddy Thanatos and his twin brother Hypnos! Or...unless you mean violent death then you're thinking of the Keres. Although...
Heero: So you're not the God of Death?
Duo: No. I'm the God of the Dead though...  

Shouldn't I fear you? Why am I drawn to you? Maybe it was a really stupid thing to ask. He was definitely a god, anyone could tell that just like everyone could tell Heero was the son of a goddess.

YOU'RE ALSO THE SON OF A GOD.

ZEUS. 

It was usually all in the eyes, and sometimes there were strange markings on the face or arms. Heero just had strange coloured eyes that told people yes, you must revere me.

"Why are you here in the wood when your dominion lies beneath it?"

Duo nodded.  “Yes, I am.”  He smiled at the question.  Obviously asked by someone who had never been to the Underworld.  “Because the wood is beautiful.  And even a god gets cabin fever occasionally.”

He beckoned again, still watching the boy intently.  “Do you fear me, as you’ve been taught to?  There’s really no need.  I can’t simply take whatever soul I wish.  Atropos must cut the thread first.  Only then do I get to do as I please.  Before that?  Any soul entering my realm must do so of their own volition.”  He smiled.  “So you see,

what is this a Dhar Mann video?? is the moral of a 35 minute video about to happen?? 

you have nothing to fear from me.  There are rules to this sort of thing.  In order to ‘spirit you away’ as your mother fears, you must allow it.”

"If it is as dark and weary as I've been told, then I can't say I exactly blame you for venturing out once in a while." Despite his mind screaming at him to back away, some other part of him told him, come closer, he calls for you. So he moved closer.
"I do not fear you," Heero said, voice firm, full of conviction. "All mortals die eventually. What exactly is there to fear when it's inevitable? You don't seem cruel, or demeaning." Indeed despite all the tall tales he'd heard, the deity before him was actually quite...handsome.

I don't think I've ever read about Hades being ugly or unattractive lmao 

No, that wasn't the right word. There was an ethereality to him that made him beautiful beyond words.

"Just because there are rules, doesn't mean they're followed. I know of gods who regularly flaunt their rule breaking, and don't care." Zeus definitely didn't seem to care if he was seen by mortals, especially women. "But to me you seem to...dignified

oh younger me why why the grammatical error 

for that sort of thing, though in a way I guess it doesn't matter since everyone shall see you at some point. It's just a matter of when."

There was something in spirit away that...awakened? something inside of him. A sense of adventure, perhaps. His mother certainly had her reasons to keep an eye on him, yes, but often it was overprotection to the point of being overbearing and for once, Heero wanted to go off and do things without feeling like he constantly had to be watched. He was allowed no suitors, allowed no companionship save for the nymphs or those his mother deemed "acceptable company" though that wasn't a great many people.

I wonder if this was us projecting lmao

"What would someone like you, all great and powerful god that you are, want with someone not so extraordinary as myself?"

Duo grinned again.  “You’re talking to the god who out-logicked Zeus and had to explain to him how the rules even work.  I may occasionally bend them if I need to.  But they’re there for a reason.  Plus, just taking any soul I want would be no fun.  There is a challenge to charming the fear out of mortals and getting them to visit my realm willingly.”

He frowned.  “I’m not nearly so great or so powerful as you think.  I’m merely necessary.  All things must die to make room for new life.  Without death, the world would collapse under the weight of its own population.  But I have no power unless a soul is meant to come to me.  I’m not like the others.  I don’t get to do what I please.

“As for what I would want with you…”  He looked and sounded almost wistful.  A rare occurrence when he let the weight of his responsibility show outwardly.  “My place has a distinct lack of beauty.  I haven’t had a visitor down there in...a long time.  Some company would be nice.”

Heero: I don't see you at any Dionysia gatherings or any other feasts or festivals...
Duo: Yeah, well, people really aren't my thing.
Heero: You never show up on Mount Olympus for any holidays...
Duo: Well they're always about Zeus anyway.
Heero: You're strangely absent even for your own birthday celebration.
Duo: I don't remember getting any invitations...
Heero: Well we send them out every year...
Duo: Maybe you're misspelling "Underworld" or something and it's not getting delivered...
Heero: Have you considered getting into Goth stuff?

"Surely there is someone more beautiful than me out there," Heero said. "Then again I'm not sure how many of them would be willing to depart this world to visit another." He was now closer than probably anyone would ever dare--right in front of him. "Perhaps the company you seek is the sort where someone sits by your side and...helps ease your duties. Even if only a little bit." He smiled a little. "If I were an ordinary person I would have been married off by now, but my mother is...overprotective. No one is suitable enough for me, everyone is too dangerous, too full of ulterior motives. Company aside from annoying watchdogs my mother forces to go with me would be a nice change, I must admit."

Was the offer even being extended? Or was it just a wistful thought from a lonely god?
"Though I must say I don't think the Underworld lacks beauty… Maybe when you're away for too long. There is beauty even in death. You just need the right person to see it."
Take me, some part of Heero whispered, wished. Take me with you.

Interesting.  This one had the ultimate life of safety, stability, security.  And he didn’t want it?  Was he serious?

And oh goodness, he was standing right there.  “If there is someone more beautiful, I have yet to know of them.”  He smirked.

You're about to get a phone call from Aphrodite, I fear... 

“That...is the kind of company I would like, yes.”  He extended his hand again from the shadows of the tree’s inside.  “What say you?”

Heero looked at the proffered hand. His mother would be furious to find out that he'd not only run off, but ran off with the most undesirable of deities no less. Or maybe she'd be less furious and more upset. But though Heero had the most safe, stable, and secure life that most people would kill for, for him it was too much. too stifling. He needed to be let loose, he needed to be freed from the gilded cage from which he resided and out into the big blue sky above.

To go or not to go. To be free or not.

He took Duo's hand. "Take me with you."

***

Duo felt a shiver of anticipation go through him.  It had been ages since someone had touched him who wasn’t dead.  Shades felt cold, misty.  Like trying to grab your breath out of the air on a cold morning.  This was a real hand.  Warm, solid, with a pulse and skin and muscle and bone and...and freely given.

His fingers closed around that hand, guiding the boy

He's a young man you said so yourself once or twice 

carefully into the hollow darkness of the tree and down into the ground.  He twined their fingers as they started their descent.  “What made you say yes?  You’re the first in a long time who hasn’t run away screaming.”

Duo you come off as really fucking desperate sounding here.

Good lord the pulse under that hand was driving him nuts.  With a feeling he didn’t recognize because he didn’t think he was really capable of it.  He was no Zeus, that was for sure.  And no mortal had ever caught his attention the way this one had.

PERSEPHONE!HEERO IS A FULL FLEDGED DEITY. NOT A MORTAL. NOT A DEMIGOD. IT'S LITERALLY RIGHT ON WIKIPEDIA:

Duo's hand wasn't exactly warm, but it wasn't cold either. Was this a side-effect from living in darkness for so long? He'd have to give as much warmth as he could, he supposed, to that hand that guided him down into what most people called Oblivion. His stomach dropped and his heart hammered in his chest as the only world he'd ever known fell away from him, the light from the Sun a fleeting image.

Is this the right thing? Was Heero so starved for some kind of attention that wasn't his mother's that he'd gone along with the first person who showed interest? Attention from the God of Death no less.
"Because you need me and I need you," Heero said at last. "You need company, you need someone to bring light and beauty into a place so dark and desolate… And I need someone who doesn't treat me like I'm fragile glass."

Oh well in that case you should turn back around because Duo will treat you like you're about to shatter into a million pieces.

also this sounds less like love and more like a relationship/marriage of convenience.

He squeezed that hand. "I daresay I may be a little smitten with you."

Smitten with the God of Death. That wasn't exactly a normal thing, or something to take lightly. What exactly was wrong with him?
"If you'll have me that way, of course. Otherwise forget I said anything."

Duo smiled again at him, over his shoulder.  “It’s scary leaving what you know for what you don’t know.  I’m...impressed that you chose so easily.”  He grasped that hand tight when it squeezed back, stopping for a moment at those words.

Heero: Really I just want to get away from my really overbearing mother, and you were the first person who maybe showed me love, so it was a no-brainer.

Smitten?  Really?  Well that was a new one.

He turned to face him, reaching his other hand up to brush his cheek.

oh here we go, Duo and his cheek brushing 

Curiously.  Like he was examining a newly unearthed piece of art.  The dead were far too talkative.  Duo was more about action as answers.  So was this boy asking if he would have him in the way that “smitten” people were supposed to?

Duo leaned close.  Just barely brushing his lips over the boy’s forehead.

and the return of the fucking forehead kissing like there are so many other ways to "chastely" kiss someone that don't involve the forehead. Like. You don't typically kiss men on the forehead. 

He couldn’t think of a better answer.

maybe use your fucking words???

Okay, maybe he could, but he didn’t want to traumatize the poor guy just yet.

oh my god.

Duo wasn't the only one impressed. Heero was pretty surprised at how quickly he said 'yes'. In a way, he felt like one of those runaway brides, running off to be with their lover instead of the one chosen for them by caring, but not very understanding parents. He rested his hand on top of Duo's, leaning into the touch, eyes shutting briefly at the kiss to his forehead. He yearned for something more.

Heero: I long for something more than this provincial town!
Duo: wanna become Madame Gaston?
Heero: Non non!

Was he really falling this hard for a god he'd only just met? Was it the allure, the fact that this was so, so, so forbidden? Heero couldn't exactly figure it out. Maybe there was no reason, and this was what his heart wanted. Far off in the distance he could hear someone crying out, but he couldn't make out the exact words. It sounded like Demeter. Did the nymphs see or know anything? It was too late for anyone to do anything about it.

well. not exactly. they could go down down down but I doubt the Underworld is the first place anyone would look.

Heero wasn't Duo's just yet, didn't belong to the Underworld just yet. If and when that time came though, if Duo decided to have him, Heero wouldn't protest or resist. He wanted the darkness.

He wanted forbidden fruit.

Duo lightly cupped his cheek in that hand, bringing him close.

oh my god can we stop treating Heero like he's a woman? please? or stop treating him like an uke?

(what's the difference?) 

Enough to slip that other hand into his hair.  It was soft.  Silky.  Warm and fragrant.  The scent lingered on his fingers and he pressed a second kiss to the top of Heero’s head.

STOP
TREATING
HEERO
LIKE
A WOMAN
(or an uke)

Now, at least, he understood what Zeus saw in humans.  Only he didn’t have to break the rules and take them against their will.  This one very easily followed and wanted him and he found that more intoxicating than unwatered wine.

He pulled Heero closer against him, into a full embrace.  Flush and secure and stable as the earth they’d been standing on moments ago, nuzzling his face until his lips brushed the boy’s ear.

should I be skeeved out

what was wrong with Heero standing? why did you have to pull him into an embrace??

“...I will have you that way, if you like.”

"No, actually, never mind, I think I'll go back home."

Hearing that took his breath away, made him look into those too blue eyes as the remnants of the world above shattered and there was only a muted sort of darkness around them. The path to the Underworld was long and winding and dark and strangely enough, between Duo's embrace and the darkness, he felt safe. Protected. Cloaked in shadow.

ugh tell me someone's been abused without telling me

"Yes." It was a whisper, a breath of air fanning across Duo's mouth before chastely he kissed him. The taste intoxicated him and he felt dizzy, felt exhilaration. Mother dearest would have Duo's head after this, he supposed once she found out.

Heero literally doing this to spite his mother lmaoooooo 

If. He wondered if someone had made up a story yet. It didn't matter. Demeter wanted her son to remain pure. Unsullied. Reap the seed she had sewn in the springtime, pick the flowers, oversee all of the beauty Earth had to offer--this was what she wanted him for, for them to be worshipped as a pair.

She didn't know how much she had suffocated him.

He wanted Duo to take every last piece of him and claim him.
"Have me."

yeah this is def Heero getting back at Demeter lol

Duo’s answering kiss was gentle, sweet...but not at all caste or anything resembling innocent.

okay if something is gentle and sweet that typically does resemble innocence like

do you always have to contradict yourself 

He caught Heero’s lower lip between his own, sucking on it for a moment.

do you have to do the same fucking shit every smut RP???

it's almost like a formula at this point

1. kiss forehead
2. cup cheek
3. kiss the top of his head
4. pull him close
5. hug him
6. kiss him and take his lower lip and suck on it 

He felt...alive.  Ironically, all things considered.

well I mean you rule over the Underworld that doesn't mean you're dead. 

Animated and full of so much energy he didn’t know what to do with it all.

“I will,” he purred against Heero’s mouth.  “Follow me.”

With that, he guided him further into the passage to the Underworld, toward his own forbidden city.

Chiron

Charon

welcomed them, kneeling on his ferry before he invited them to board.  Over the river Styx, to the opposite bank.  And then on into the palace itself.  Made of dark rock and carved walls, set with beautiful gems and gold and all the riches the underground had to offer.  Hard to believe how sick of looking at it he could get.  But then, he’d been looking at it every day since time began. And even the most beautiful things lose their charm when they’re your only sight ever.

He turned to Heero again, nosing him for another soft, enticing kiss.

ugh 

“Welcome to Hell.”

Heero moaned at that purr before following Duo closely. This was not the kind of place you wanted to get lost, especially at this point. Normally you needed to give Charon two coins to pay for his fare,

look at that, the right name. but ofc it's the right name, I fucking did this tag 

else you ended up stuck on the shore with no way to reach the other side. He could see these lost souls reaching out to him, but they were unable to do anything with the King of the Underworld with him, and could do nothing still once he was safely on the ferry.

The palace was beautiful, something out of a fairytale and such a contrast to anything he'd seen up above. Zeus' palace, for all its gold and splendour, had nothing on this. How did one get sick of looking at something so magnificent and beautiful? Had it simply become part of the background over the centuries?

Welcome to Hell. Is that the name people did not dare utter? There were many euphemistic phrases for it--Elsewhere, Otherworld, Underworld, the Underground. The Dominion of the Dead. Tartarus, though that was only one section. It wasn't a place many wished to venture on their own unless it was for some god quest or to try and rescue their beloved's soul.

Heero wondered briefly if he would see any of this.
"I think what you're looking for is...welcome home." Sure it wasn't the brightest and most cheerful place around, but there was a dark beauty to it Heero couldn't resist.

I get the sense Heero is spiting his mother and I am here for this energy tbh

He hoped, however, that he hadn't just traded one gilded cage for another.

Duo chuckled, sliding an arm around his waist.  “To me, there’s never been a difference.”  He lead him up to the palace’s main chamber.  The one that only Duo and those he specifically invited were permitted in.  Because even the God iof Death had to get the hell away from the world every so often and not be bothered.

It was a cavernous, dimly lit affair.  With small decorated niches along the walls and a large fourposter bed in the corner.  Even the gods liked being comfortable.  He turned to Heero, watching the look on his face as he surveyed everything.  “You seem...enamored with it.  Interesting.”  He brought Heero’s hand up to his lips, kissing his knuckles.

STOP KISSING HEERO'S FUCKING KNUCKLES IN EVERY GODDAMN RP

YOU DON'T KISS A MAN'S KNUCKLES EITHER even if you do it's just fucking creepy when Duo does it

"I've never seen anything like this before," Heero said. "Of course I'm going to find it...interesting." He touched the wood of the bed. It felt cold, but sturdy, the kind of wood that would last and last and last. Here it was quiet--no shrieking dead, no crying, no begging… He hadn't seen that part yet. He was certain one day he would, but for now, he felt it could wait.

"If I'm to be your consort, I would think I'd have to learn to at least tolerate everything. But the way the light touches everything… It gives off a glow you can't find anywhere else." He sat on the bed, nearly sinking into it. This decadence was something all gods seemed to have. Comfort, luxury, anything they desired, though it seemed like some gods had more than others. Maybe not all of them wanted as much as the others. For the Olympians it overflowed. For deities who dwelled mostly on Earth, the land was completely theirs to shape. But here… Here you were a caretaker of sorts. A warden for a prison with many levels and population never grew smaller, no one was ever let off on parole. Heero had heard stories of people managing to escape, but they ended up back here sooner or later…

The punishment for escaping Hell was rather severe since often escape meant trickery. No one could escape death, not even the dead.

For now there would be no escape attempts. Heero was here willingly after all. What would be the point of trying to leave when he'd just gotten here--and had no intentions of leaving? If his mother did find him...could she call him back? And would he have to obey? Was there a way to bind him to this world, this new life, that even Demeter couldn't break?

“That’s true,” Duo said.  “This far from the world of men, light behaves differently.”  He arched a brow.  “You seem...worried about something.”  He joined Heero on the bed, resting a hand on his back.

Heero: I'm worried you'll start patting me on the head and treat me like I'm a little girl.

It sure didn’t stay there for long, though.  Soft fingertips followed the length of his spine, slowly down and then back up.  Stroking the back of his neck.  Affectionate and exploratory but...in no way innocent.  Making it obvious how much control it was taking not to go further.

this is less romantic and more skeevy as fuck... Blech.

“What can I do for you?”

Duo is coming off as less romantic and more like that creepy uncle who comes around every Thanksgiving and isn't allowed to go near the kids, not since he hit on his niece and said she had nice tits but her ass left something to be desired...

"It's nothing," Heero said. "Just thinking about how my mother must be reacting to me gone. She said she had a bad feeling about today, and to not go out and hunt in the woods. Maybe she knew what was going to happen and didn't want me to leave her. A bird has to learn to fly and leave the nest at some point, but I think she was scared of what I would do once I did." He stared at his hands. "I don't want her to force me to come home again." He'd tried to leave many times, but the Earth was only so large and she always seemed to find him--she had eyes everywhere.

What could Duo do for him? Heero didn't even know. He wasn't sure how things like this worked, had no one to ask how things like this worked. No one had told him a damn thing about any of the feelings he was experiencing at this moment, or what they meant.

I think it's called "resentment" and like, I don't know the whole situation but maybe go low or very low contact with her for like, three months and re-evaluate things... 

What did it actually mean to want someone? He wanted something--but he didn't have a name for this 'something' save for something. He knew the touch wasn't innocent at all, but it wasn't pushing him towards making any decisions. His pulse quickened.

Heero I think you should leave.

Like right now.

"How can I be bound to this place so no one can force me to leave it?" Aside from actual death, of course, but he figured that was obvious. He didn't want to die. He was told so many stories about this realm as a boy and yet he couldn't remember any of them at present, and people who worshipped death gods did so discreetly--it was generally frowned upon. "I don't want to leave you."

less "I don't want to leave you" and more "I don't want to return to my mother."

Duo blinked.  That was...also a new one.  Even the mortals who visited were more than eager to get out.  “If you’re sure...there is a way.”  He got up, walking to the dresser where a small jar sat, emblazoned with the lemniscate.

JUST WRITE "FIGURE EIGHT", RACHEL don't try to pull out $50 words when your sentences are otherwise 50 fucking cents a pop.

“Anyone who eats the food of the Underworld is bound here by law, regardless of life or death.  Zeus’ own rules.  And I will personally kick his teeth in if he tries to weasel out of it.”  He took a handful of seeds from the jar.

Seeds belonging to what fruit or plant? I don't expect Rachel to know they were typically pomegranate seeds but seriously. "Seeds"? Just generic fucking seeds??? 

“If you eat anything from this world, you become legally bound to this place.

With every legal binding there is always a way to dissolve it, nothing is permanent. You are thining of spiritually bound. 

Not even a goddess could remove you.  But it also means that you give up your ability to leave even of your own volition.  If you eat the food of the dead, you will never see the world above again.”

He came back to the bed, looking at the seeds in his hand.  “Twelve seeds.  One for each month of the year.  Are you sure you want to do this?”

Heero: On second thought, maybe I should only do three and see how I like things...

Take the fruit and never see the world of light again.
Never see his mother again.
Be bound to here and only here, never able to pass from one to the other again.
Heero took a deep breath. This was not a decision to make light of.
Give yourself to him. He looked at the seeds in Duo's hand. How much food you ate determined how long you were bound to this place. Twelve months was essentially forever, and it was non-negotiable by even Zeus himself. (Although knowing both of them, if his mother raised enough of a fuss, Zeus would try to break his own rules--he'd seen him try it before, he had no doubt he'd likely try again.)

He looked right in Duo's eyes.
"Give me the fruit seeds."

well that was not at all sexy or anything

"Give me the fucking fruit" would've been better. But then again nothing has been very sexy so far so maybe it fits this as-of-yet-to-be-sexy RP.

He would rather rule the land of the dead than be stuck trailing after his mother for the rest of his life, would rather become a god by binding himself to one than by being the lowly harvester god, second always to Demeter.
"Bind me to this place and bind me to you."

There were very few people in the world with the nerve to order a god around.

Yes, and Heero Yuy is definitely one of them. He likes to be in control.

That this young man possessed such a nerve gave Duo the kind of aching need he’d never known in all of eternity.  There was someone out there brazen enough to give the God of Death a command and expected him to obey.

I mean either that or he will take it upon himself to do the thing he wants you to do and depending on what that thing is he might not be too keen on it.

He smiled, sitting on the bed beside him again.  “If that’s what you want, so be it.”

He placed the seeds in in his own mouth,

No no sir they're supposed to go in Heero's mouth— 

before leaning close and drawing Heero into another kiss.  But different than before.  Deeper, softer, carefully coaxing his lips apart and inviting him to take the seeds for himself.

Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no. I literally just gagged irl hurk 

Sliding his fingers into Heero’s hair again, other hand resting on his chest, over his heart.

Is that some sort of symbolism? Is Duo going to punch his hand through Heero's chest, grab his still beating heart, and rip it out before eating it or something?

(I'm pretty sure that is someone's Fatality in Mortal Kombat.)

If Heero had a last chance to change his mind and refuse, this would have been it. Instead he wrapped his arms around Duo's shoulders and took the seeds for himself,

You know it occurred to me that this might be a metaphor for swallowing some other kind of 'seed' if you get my drift... 

swallowing them as he kissed him deeper, something inside of him awakening as he moaned into the kiss, body flush with his. He didn't feel different insomuch as feeling bound to this place, but he sure as hell felt different now, something unlocked that was kept under lock and key for as long as he could remember.

Beautiful chaste and pure spring god Heero,

hello setup for corruption kink

will Rachel even take the bait for said corruption? son of a harvest goddess who tried so very hard to keep him from straying too far from under her wing was now lost to her forever and there was one more thing Heero had to rip away, one more thing to get rid of that bound him to her.
"Bind me to you." Heero looked at him with darkened eyes. "Make me yours."

Duo purred against those lips as he felt his tongue draw the seeds from his mouth, arms slipping around that warm body and pulling him in so close, hands starting to gently caress and explore his back through the thin tunic he wore.  Until they parted and he looked down into those smoldering dark eyes.

He leaned down to kiss his neck softly, pulling and sucking at that supple flesh with a slow tenderness.

Is Duo about to engage in cannibalism? Because this is...this is kind of sounding that way with the words used to describe things... 

“You are mine.”  His mouth lingered there, following the way the boy’s body shivered when he found something he liked, brushing tongue and lips and teeth over his neck and ear, finding all the little weak spots that coaxed those soft, delicious sounds out of him.

The images conjured in my head aren't really all that sexy tbh like. It would've been better if she'd written something like Brushing his tongue and lips over the juncture of his neck and his ear, teeth nipping at his earlobe and lips before peppering kisses along his jaw and neck. It's a much better visual and makes it sound like Duo is focusing on individual things and giving care and attention to them, rather than just running his tongue and teeth on everything, which is not...really that appealing sounding.

Then again Rachel always did like to speedrun or skip over foreplay entirely in our smut, which is fine in certain situations, but every one?

Unlike Zeus, he didn’t need to rush.

idk it sounds like you're in a huge rush to me 

He didn’t need to get the deed done quickly before a jealous spouse saw him.  He had nobody who would care what he did and all the time in the world to do it.  And he was going to use as much of that time as he pleased, because what was time to an immortal?

I mean I'm sure immortals have errands to run and things to do.

Heero bared his neck, moaning softly, fingers in Duo's hair. Hearing that he was Duo's filled him with a darker desire, a need he desperately wanted filled. Little shivers crept up his spine whenever Duo's mouth touched him or did something he liked, whether it was making tiny marks on his neck or sucking on a spot right under his ear. His breathing was becoming a little erratic, and he craved more, wanted more, needed more, needed all of him, wanted all of him.

Heero: Corrupt me.
Rachel!Duo: idk I might break something if I do that...
Heero: And you wonder why you keep getting thrown in the cuck chair.

There was no need to rush and Heero didn't want it to end so soon. Just as he gave up the world above for this dark and mostly gloomy underworld, giving up himself was not going to be such an easy decision to make either--but it didn't matter. Heero had made both at the same time, offering himself and all he had to give.

To spite his mother.

Don't forget, he did this because he doesn't want to deal with Demeter anymore lmao

"I'm yours," Heero whispered. "Do what you will with me."

Read that as "fuck me senseless" but in a corruption sense.

Will Duo actually do what he wants with Heero?

Duo made a soft growl of appreciation at that assertion, at the touch to his hair, at the way Heero responded to everything.  Especially the way his breath was starting to stammer and get out of rhythm, a sure sign he was enjoying this.

Rachel, are you capable of description that isn't "Duo did A in reaction to Heero doing Z, Y, X, and everything in between"?

Like I don't need your recap every fucking time, I can just reread my tag. It's Duo's turn to do things outside of "he growled in appreciation at [lists half of my tag] before giving gentle kisses to Heero's lower lip and chin".

He tugged at the belt to Heero’s tunic, easily unfastening it, sliding the garment away from his body with a trail of soft kisses, before pulling back just to look at him.  At the way the light from the room’s ever-burning torches danced over him.

He really was beautiful.  Smooth and toned and perfect.

ಠ_ಠ

¬_¬ 

Duo touched his chin, tracing Heero’s lips with his thumb.  “She’s guarded you so well, hasn’t she?  She never let anyone near you, man or woman?”

Well this is kind of unsettling sounding tbh.

But the way he said it, there was no derision or scolding.  Instead, maybe mild bewilderment that someone so gorgeous could remain untouched for so long, even if he was the son of a goddess.  Duo hadn’t undressed himself yet, instead idly rubbing along Heero’s naked thigh and hip.

Why are you not also disrobing? You've literally stripped Heero bare and yet...

That to me suggests there is some sort of power imbalance somewhere...

Stripping every stitch of clothing off Heero and then thinking about how beautiful and perfect and gorgeous and pretty he is like. I don't mind objectification but I was not given any heads up about that. And it's creepy when the narration talks about how "beautiful/pretty/attractive the boy" is. Like Duo is getting set to groom him or something.

(Then again Rachel was also trying to groom me so. You know.)

Yeah this is just really uncomfortable for me, holy shit.

Heero thought he would be cold, naked and exposed in such a place, but he was searingly hot instead from the spark that had ignited inside of him. At Duo's question, Heero shook his head, cheeks burning.
"She never wanted anyone to touch me. She always said no one was good enough to have me."

I'm wondering if Demeter was trying to keep Heero safe from all these creepy fucking groomers like maybe she knows men are, well, men. 

Heero kissed Duo's palm before leaning forward to kiss his mouth, still sweet from the pomegranate seeds. His tongue swept through Duo's mouth as he moaned, one hand on Duo's shoulder, the other on his cheek.

"You'll be my first and only," he said against Duo's lips. "Even if I chose to not bind myself to this place I don't think I could bare to leave you despite only having just met you. I am drawn to you…" He kissed Duo again, savouring it. "And nothing and no one can change that."

Yeah you know what Heero's behaviour in this is also kind of making me side eye a bit like Heero is too vulnerable to be in this situation and I don't even think my younger self knew or realised...

It was Duo’s turn to shiver at those eager kisses, to gently tease the other with his tongue, to slide carefully out of his own clothes without breaking that contact.  He smiled at him, leaning close so their chests touched.

That's such a weird detail, the "leaning close so their chests touched" like. were you trying to cop a feel? Heero doesn't have tits.



He's got some well defined pecs tho

“Then I consider it an honor, that you think me good enough for you.”  A pretty odd thing for a god to say, but being a deity was no shield against rejection.  Apollo had figured that out often enough.

"I'm starting to rethink my decision. Where's your activated charcoal?"

He carefully pulled Heero into his lap, into another kiss.  Slow and sensual, fingers following the shallow grooves of toned muscle and soft skin.

Toned yes. Soft? Why does he always have soft skin? 

He sucked at the boy’s lips, kissed his chin for a bit before their mouths brushed and melted against each other.

Rachel

are you capable of not following this shitty ass formula you've like typecast Duo into? Soft kisses, soft touches, soft caresses, sucking on Heero's mouth or otherwise taking Heero's top and bottom lips into his mouth (which just...weird?), kissing (and sucking) Heero's chin...

You're making me want to throw Duo in the Cuck Cage. And also making me want to vomit with some of the visuals.

Just enjoying how warm and real he was, how it felt to hold him, to hear him.

Creepy.

He slid both hands down to that firm bottom, pressing Heero’s body as close to him as he could.

aren't they already close and touching? is he trying to assimilate Heero's body with his own? Is this like that Invader Zim episode where Zim eats all these organs in an attempt to pass as a human, but instead of organs it's just an entire fucking body??? 

He was going to enjoy this, so much, and no force on earth or in hell or on Olympus was going to stop it.

Threatening!

"Better someone I love than someone I'm forced to be with

you've known him like a half hour what do you mean you love him already 

because my mother only approves of them," Heero said, before he was pulled into another kiss, melting into the touch of his hands on his skin… Zeus probably didn't spend a fraction of the time Duo was spending on foreplay--there was probably no foreplay at all, no build up to the moment.

I mean there really isn't much going on here except kissing and maybe a bit of touching

also Zeus is your dad don't think about him having sex 

Zeus wasn't the romantic type and he constantly infuriated his wife over his womanising ways. No wonder his mother didn't want him to have anything to do with most of the Olympians--especially the men.

And yet here he was in the bed of Duo, stripped and exposed and oh so willing to be his.

I think if you were allowed to be rational for a hot second you would realise you've made a colossal miscalculation. 

Skin against skin, warm despite the cold. To be in the hands of a god was a rather powerful feeling--he could easily see the appeal. How easy it could be for a mortal to get caught up in a world they knew nothing about save for the stories they had been told…

He straddled Duo's lap, let Duo's hands roam where they pleased. He would enjoy this, even if it hurt a little. To cast aside his life as a boy hiding under his mother's wing and donning the cloak of a young man. A young man who would be, very shortly, consort to the King of the Underworld, the God of Death.

*gags self with a pen*

Duo parted the kiss to let Heero breathe,

Does Heero not have a nose he can breathe through? 

shifting a little so that the boy

*SIGHS*

can we just

not

the only time I write Heero as a boy (aka teenager, his canonical age, etc.) getting fucked is when it's really fucked up like it is very, very noncon

not SUPA HAWT SEXXXI TIEM!!1

it's literally like (in the one fic I'm working on off and on) OZ trying to knock Heero down a few pegs because "what, you Gundam pilots think you're so cool? So much better trained than we are? So much more competent as soldiers? It's time for you to learn your place under my boot." 

was more comfortable on him.  Pressing against him in a way that just made Duo shiver.  “Someone you love, hmm?”  He wondered if it was really possible for anyone to love the god with the absolute worst job ever.

Well I sure as shit don't love you right now your fucking shit characterisation leaves a bad taste in my mouth. 

“And better someone who cares for your approval than someone who is only concerned for your mother’s opinion.”

He pressed Heero’s hips down against his as they kissed once more, pressed the hard heat between each of their legs against each other.

what is this, dick jousting??? 

Giving him just a small taste of what was to come.  He leaned up to Heero’s ear, whispering against it.

“Shhhh, relax.  Take your time and relax for me, love.  We have as long as we need…”  He started to kiss Heero’s neck again, stroking his hips, encouraging that gentle, teasing grind.

*EYE ROLLS IRL*

cuck cage

cuck cage for 1000 years

Heero let out a moan before it was lost to Duo's kiss, panting as he ground his hips into Duo's, cock hard against his, one arm around Duo's shoulders, fingers in his long braided hair.

Strangle him with it, Heero.

Do it.

You know you want to.

He tilted his head back, letting Duo kiss it, caress it with lips and tongue and teeth if he so chose. His heart hammered against his rib cage as his desire threatened to consume him, legs spread over Duo's thighs. Heero may have run off long ago if he knew someone could make him feel like this. Instead he was purposely kept in the dark. Although here he was in a dimly lit bedroom; he was nearly in the dark here, being lavished with nothing but attention and affection in a place where souls did nothing but lament their deaths.

Heero tried to relax as best as he could, surrendering himself to every touch and kiss and caress. He kissed Duo again, hard, unable to resist the taste of his tongue, unable to resist the taste and touch of him. He was being consumed and dammit he was enjoying every last minute of it.

Well at least someone here is enjoying themselves I guess

'cause it SURE AS SHIT AIN'T ME

Gently, without breaking that soft contact,

CAN THINGS BE ROUGH FOR ONCE??? I WANT ROUGH 

Duo raised himself to his knees, pulling Heero with him just long enough to lay him out on the bed on his back.

Yeah let's not ask Heero what position he would be interested in, let's just throw him on his back so he can lay back and think of the Ancient Greek equivalent of England. (Athens?) 

Still kissing him, still grinding their hips slowly against each other.

I think I've seen turtles mate quicker. 

His arms slid under Heero’s body, cradling him.

OH MY GOD

RACHEL

STOP

STOP STOP STOP

CRADLING

HEERO

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THE ALMIGHTY WHO (allegedly) CREATED HEAVEN AND EARTH AND GAVE HUMANS FREE WILL (a mistake)

FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN

PERKELE SATANA VITTUA

STOP TREATING HIM LIKE HE'S THIS SOFT BOY 
FRAGILE BOY 
FABERGE EGG BOY 
KID GLOVES BOY
doodles on xerox paper with Crayola crayons boy
sips Juicy Juice with a paper straw boy
wears knee and elbow and wrist pads when riding a bike boy (training wheels on)

BEFORE I FUCKING GRAB DUO'S HEAD AND CRUSH HIS SKULL WITH MY BARE HAND BECAUSE THIS HAND OF MINE GLOWS WITH AN AWESOME FUCKING POWER AND ITS BURNING GRIP TELLS ME TO DEFEAT YOU

or idk have Heero tie his braid to some kind of horizontal pole and fucking push Duo over the edge. 

Running one hand along his side and hip and thigh and back again.  He looked down at him, at those flushed lips and cheeks and glazed, darkened eyes.

“You’re beautiful.  So beautiful…”  His words were breathless, barely even audible against Heero’s mouth and neck as he worked his way down to his chest, covering Heero’s nipple with the soft heat of his mouth.

SOFT HEAT

HOW IS EVEN HEAT SOFT????

He sucked gently at it, pulling and teasing it into a hard peak,

I'm tired of everything being gentle like where is the fucking variety??? 

watching the boy’s

I think I'm gonna just quote Nicki Minaj's "The Boys" every time "the boy" or "the boy's" comes up because like. *SIGH*

face for his reaction.  Until it was just as flushed and sensitive as his lips.  He leaned over to do the same to its twin, fingers continuing to tease the first.  He loved this feeling, of having this boy

punchline queen, no boxer though
might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though

all to himself, of feeling him melt in his arms under these touches.

If Heero is melting you might want to get that checked out...

Heero didn't even bother to try and hold back his cries of pleasure as he arched his back, fingers gripping his hair, eyes half-lidded as Duo teased him, his cock throbbing as his mind filled with fog. How long could he last under this before coming undone? No matter. That wasn't something he could worry about--he just needed to lose himself in Duo's hands and mouth and tongue.

The problem with this is Duo isn't really doing anything. It's all gentle and soft this, gentle and soft that, slowly grinding this and slowly caressing that... 

He wrapped his legs around Duo's waist, grinding a little harder every now and then as fingers grasped the sheets beneath him.
"D-Duo…" He drew out the last syllable, losing it in another moan. Heero didn't give two shits about his mother's opinion anymore--or anyone's opinion, quite frankly. All he cared about was the man between his legs--he was his world now.

That doesn't sound healthy...

This was all his now.

Very unhealthy.

I don't think that was even the intention. EVEN WORSE.

I'm not saying every 1x2 has to be healthy. I'm not even saying any relationship Heero has has to always be done healthy. However... This wasn't intended to be unhealthy, it was supposed to be, you know, an otherwise normal relationship where Heero ends up being the King of Hell with Duo. Right now however I would rather work on when Heero becomes the Duke of Sanc when he marries Relena in Integrating the Boy and the Soldier...and what kind of drip he'd be wearing.

He shuddered when the boy

tell a hater, "yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
tell them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho 

called his name.  Groaned against that tiny peak

I am half expecting Duo "to chance bursting the brazen pebbles of his nipples in my appraising pinch" this shit tbh

still in his mouth.  His nails scraped against Heero’s spine

OW!

in encouragement as his back arcked

did you mean: arched? The K and H keys aren't even near each other, there is a key in between.

up off the bed.  His other hand settled on Heero’s stomach, rubbing gently to calm him.  To soothe him.  To encourage him to lose himself in these new sensations.

I feel like "soothe him" and "encourage him to lose himself" are two different things like, to soothe is to relax, to calm is to relax, but you want him to orgasm? I feel like these are contradictory.

His hands followed that lead further, rubbing his hips, his legs, the insides of his thighs

Is...is this supposed to be sexy?

Erotic?

Are we giving Heero a non-sexual massage instead of fucking?

Like where are you sexually touching Heero on his legs if not his thighs? Because legs and thighs are mentioned separate. Why are we rubbing hips? Why not kiss them, give them feather light touches, lick them, practically make out with them, mark them with teeth? WHY ARE WE IGNORING HIS PENIS???? IT IS RIGHT THERE.

This is not how you do body worship. Duo should be flat on the bed between Heero's legs just using mouth, teeth, and tongue from Heero's navel all along his treasure trail, and by the time he's on Heero's hips he's sloppily making out with them, and when he's at Heero's inner thighs he's fucking drooling and there are hickeys fucking everywhere. PAINT HIM IN YOUR SALIVA. 

as he kept alternating his mouth between the boy’s

Shoulda said I got five and a possible
Don't go against Nicki, impossible

nipples.  His hands coasted so near but just short of touching his cock, not wanting to work him up too quickly.

I mean at the rate that we're going, it's going to be springtime before Heero orgasms and we're almost in the autumnal equinox. MABON IS NEXT MONDAY. 

He wanted him to savor this, to never forget it.  To fully take in the feeling of being touched and pleasured and taken for the first time, since everybody only ever got one.

Nice use of a line from Piano Bar /s

also what is the obsession with Heero losing his virginity? That's such a weird think to fixate on. "You only get one time to lose your (anal) cherry so make it count" is just...weird. Like we can do without the puritanical, patriarchal society standards that don't even apply to Heero anyway. No one is bending him over and spreading his cheeks to see if he's still a virgin in his vagina asshole. No one is probing around with a gloved finger like, "Yep, his anal hymen is in tact, he is in fact a virgin!" and everyone claps.

“That’s it,” he purred against his chest, his voice already a soft growl with his own need and desire.  “Tell me how it feels…”

How what feels? What is "it"? Is it about how your hands feel? Your mouth? Your tongue or touch or...

It's helpful if you specify. "Tell me how much you love my fingers inside you" for example...

Except Duo hasn't really done anything except rub his hips and legs.

My tags are an exercise in "if I play along it'll end sooner," as you'll see below.

He bit his lip as Duo came so close yet not close enough to his cock, touching everywhere else instead, setting off every nerve as he moaned loudly.
"G-Good," Heero said. "It feels…good." He swore he was on fire, he certainly felt like it. His body glistened with sweat as he slowly rocked his hips against Duo's touch. "D-Don't stop… Please…" He could feel all his want and need and desire pool towards his stomach, or at least start to.

We are on page 14 of 29 for part 8a; 14 of 58 if you want the entire RP doc accounted for. It's taken so long for Heero to maybe start getting hard like what the fuck. 

Hands tugged at sheets, tugged at hair as he lost himself in Duo's actions. Every time Duo touched him he felt the searing burn from his skin and Heero felt, even if it was only in his mind, that that part of him was now owned, claimed.

And that was what Heero wanted. He wanted Duo to claim him.

Any ownership Duo has I will take over np I can show Heero a good fucking time UNLIKE THIS ASSHOLE

Duo leaned up to meet his lips once again, though he didn’t kiss him just yet, staying just out of reach, enough to let his breath caress Heero’s mouth as he kept smoothing over his body with his hands.

YOU KEEP FUCKING DOING THIS

PICK SOMETHING ELSE TO DO

I'M BORED

HEERO IS PROBABLY BORED TOO

EVERYONE IS FUCKING BORED

DUO MAXWELL IS A ONE TRICK FUCKING PONY WHO SHOULD BE SENT TO THE GLUE FACTORY 

“Mmmmh...please what, love?  Tell me what you need.”

"I need you to stop fucking rubbing and caressing and actually do something like, I don't know, stroke my cock? Finger my ass? Give me a rimjob? SOMETHING. SOMETHING THAT ISN'T KISSING AND RUBBING THINGS." 

He licked his suddenly dry lips, taking a soft nip at the top of Heero’s ear.

“Tell me…”

"PUT YOUR DICK IN MY ASS. PUT MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH. SOMETHING."

He parted Heero’s legs, just letting him rest like that, vulnerable and surrendering, rubbing his inner thighs.

*SHRIEKS IRL* ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING RUBBBING JHSAIGHIRDFGRELIKASGT 

“Show me…”

Heero: *takes Duo's arm with such force it gets dislocated, wraps Duo's fingers around his cock, and jerks himself off with Duo's hand*

Heero cried out as he thrust his hips, spreading his legs wide.
"I...I need you…" He wanted to grab Duo's hand and stroke himself with it so the maddening feeling inside of him would calm, even just a little. "T-Touch me please…"

Heero

you are gonna have to take the lead on this one because otherwise we are going to be here for the next ONE HUNDRED FUCKING YEARS 

His face was burning hot now as he looked up at Duo with lust-filled eyes, resorting to begging with his body as he grabbed hold of Duo's wrist, moving it closer to where he wanted, but not directly there.

Just put his hand on your cock don't be shy

it's up to you now

"Please claim me," Heero said between pants as he ground himself hard against the God of Death. "Please make me yours, take me as your bride, take me, all of me, everything I have fuck me!"

idk what the bride comment is about but I think Heero is at the point where he's like "I don't care if you put me in a dress just fuck me."

Duo watched him, his hands trembling a little at the way he pleaded, at the hazy look in his eyes.

WHY THE FUCK ARE DUO'S HANDS EVEN TREMBLING???

WHAT FUCKING PURPOSE IS THERE FOR HIS HANDS TO TREMBLE??? 

He let him guide his hand for a bit, watching him intently as he panted and whimpered those words at him.

Why can you never repeat what those words or whatever were? Why? Are you like, that incompetent at figuring out a way to incorporate them???

"He watched in amusement as Heero all but shoved his hand on his dick; Heero begged, pleaded, and whined for him to fuck him, unlocking a hunger deep inside Duo's cock to fuck Heero and fuck him hard."

IT

ISN'T

HARD, RACHEL.

and you wanted to be a published author??? with what fucking writing skill??? you've been writing since you were a teenager you were 31-32 when you did this and NOTHING HAS IMPROVED FROM THE SHIT YOU WROTE AS A TEEN AND AS A YOUNG ADULT

He couldn’t deny him that touch any longer.  He slowly started

*screams like Kesha in her song "Praying"* 

to rub that throbbing length

STOP RUBBING SHIT

STROKING

JERKING

USE A FUCKING THESAURUS TO FIND NEW WORDS TO USE MY GOD YOU HAVE THE VOCABULARY OF A 5TH GRADER

in rhythm with the way Heero’s hips thrusted, squeezing gently

do you need to learn other words for "gentle"

why does everything have to be done "gently"

can you stop having everything done "gently"?

 and leaning down to suck on his neck once again.

THERE ARE OTHER THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH SOMEONE'S FUCKING NECK

“I will, love.  I’ll take every part of you.”

"Just give me 5-7 business days." 

He nuzzled his neck a bit, breathing in his scent.

What does his "scent" smell like? Why bring it up if you're not even going to say "he smells of tree bark and freshly turned earth" or something??? 

His fingers wrapped around Heero’s cock,

Didn't you...didn't you just do that? Like you were rubbing Heero's dick already. 

starting to stroke him in earnest.  Long and full but still lazy and soft as he purred in his ear.  “But I don’t want to hurt you.  I have to make you ready first…”

HOW LONG WILL THAT TAKE??? ANOTHER FIVE PAGES???

BECAUSE IT'S TAKEN FOUR AND A HALF TO GET FROM KISSING TO THIS POINT

Heero cried out when Duo started stroking him. "Yessssss!" He bucked into that hand, practically fucking it hard, keeping the pace slow and steady. Oh he was going to end up marked and bruised from all of this and Heero didn't care--that's what he wanted. No one would see him, but if they did they'd know immediately who owned him.

"I don't know how much longer I…" He let out a gasp. "F-Fuck…" This was torture, blissful torture and Heero could barely take any more.

I can't really take any more either tbh like

I feel like...this is what it's like to go insane. 

He tried to push the feeling back, tried to make everything last just a little longer. "D-Duo please…." He was practically crying. "Please fuck me I can't take much more…"

ME NEITHER, HEERO. ME NEITHER.

Heero has asked at least three times for Duo to fuck him and been denied EVERY FUCKING TIME.

THIS ISN'T HOW YOU SLOW BURN.

Duo bit his lip as he watched him,

watched Heero do what

RACHEL

ACTUALLY FUCKING WRITE DESCRIPTIONS OF THINGS

DON'T GIVE ME SOMETHING THAT TELLS ME NOTHING WHAT IS THE POINT OF THAT 

taking all the self-control he had not to shove him down on the bed and just tear into him right then.

...you're already on a bed.

YOU ARE ALREADY ON A BED. HE IS ON A BED, ON HIS BACK ON THE BED, WITH HIS LEGS SPREAD. 

Oh Heero might think that’s what he wanted, but even half-mortals were...not as durable as gods in this department.  He had to be careful.

Rachel are you fucking stupid???

WHAT DO YOU CALL THE CHILD OF A GOD AND A GODDESS

THE SON OF ZEUS AND DEMETER

WHAT IS HE CALLED

A GOD

A GOD

A GOD, RACHEL.

ARE YOU A FUCKING STUNAD, RACHEL??????????

YOU HAVE GOOGLE AT YOUR LITERAL FINGERTIPS, RACHEL. HOW ABOUT USING IT?????

YOU WANTED TO BE A PUBLISHED AUTHOR???? THEY WOULD FUCKING LAUGH AT YOU

He reached down with the other hand, leaving the stroking down to a light, barely there caress so he wouldn’t overwhelm him, and carefully probed that tiny entrance

💀

IT'S AN ASSHOLE, RACHEL

"tiny entrance" HOW FUCKING OLD ARE YOU??? This is the second? third? RP that has used that phrasing for the asshole. I'd much rather "sphincter" than "tiny entrance". 

with gentle, slim fingers.  Inching one inside him.  Then a second.  Twirling those fingers and stretching him slowly.

You've used "twirling those fingers and stretching him" in mutliple smut RPs of ours. Find something less boring. Also, where is the lubricant? It also sounds like Duo just shoved one finger in and then a second and then moved them all around like it's some weird fucked up sex hokey pokey which is not very sexy sounding.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly.  “Breathe deep and relax for me.  Let me in…”

I mean you're already in his ass so. Bit late for that.

Heero tried to relax as he felt fingers touch him there, right where he wanted something--anything--but when one inched inside him he bit his lip and resisted a little. He resisted a little more with the second. As his body got used to something inside him, his muscles relaxed and Heero tried his best to obey. Deep breaths… Focus on how this makes you feel… Heero whimpered, but not in pain, whimpered because it was starting to feel good.
Surrender completely. Heero looked at him through half-lidded eyes, hips bucking of their own accord, driven by instinct. Whimpers turned into moans as slowly, carefully, he rode Duo's fingers.

ONCE AGAIN Heero is the one doing all the work I hate this I fucking hate this.

"Duo…" He moaned softly, trying to stifle himself by covering his mouth with his hand. Why was he trying to remain quiet now? Was he afraid he was going to ruin the moment? Did something like this really need such silent contemplation and concentration? Why was his brain beginning to work now?!

Heero wiped his mind of all distraction and focused. Focused on what Duo's fingers were doing, focused on his breathing.

Duo kept the pace slow and sweet, only starting to plunge his fingers in further when he felt the tight muscle giving way,

"Giving way" isn't really good phrasing, "loosening up a little" would've been perfectly fine. 

felt the boy’s

I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle

instinct take over, felt him start to ride that touch.  He leaned down to kiss his forehead, the bridge of his nose, giving him gentle encouragement.

stop with these fucking forehead kisses in every fucking smut RP

give gentle encouragement by idk using your words for fuck sakes 

“Good, that’s it, love.  Just like that.”

He finally slid those fingers out of him once he felt him relaxed and calm enough, leaning over him into position.  He bent down for a brief kiss, watching him and listening to him for any sign of discomfort as he started to enter him.

WITHOUT LUBRICANT

we spent FIVE PAGES ALMOST on kissing and rubbing and touching and then when it comes to the sex it's just boring mcblandy again like holy fuck

Heero tried not to tremble as Duo slid inside him, eyes wide initially before he closed them for the briefest of moments. There wasn't much pain--not at much as there had been during preparation, anyway--but it was certainly overwhelming. Here on this bed was the God of Spring...being utterly debauched. Sullied. His mother probably knew somehow--all mothers had a sixth sense for shit like this, maybe one gave off a special "I just got fucked for the first time" look, he had no idea--and was having a fit. Especially since she wouldn't be able to find him. He was in the one place she couldn't look.

He moaned once Duo was completely inside him, and Heero didn't move at first. He wanted to savour this feeling, because you only got to experience sex for the first time once (otherwise that would defeat the point of "first times"), before Duo fucked him senseless. Or he rode him senseless. Heero didn't really care how it happened, just that it did. He caressed Duo's cheek with the back of his knuckles before kissing him sweetly, wrapping his arms and legs around him.

Heero still wasn't technically Duo's. Not yet. Something else had to happen for that to be true. But it was enough for now.

This is when I start asking myself if I seriously want to finish this RP. Like I am asking myself that right now: do I want to finish snarking this RP? Or do I want to move on to the next one, the last one?

Duo shuddered as he slid inside, gasped softly against his lips.  It felt the closest to bliss that he supposed a god ever could.  He stayed still when he felt Heero freeze, thinking maybe he wanted a moment to adjust to the sensation.

Gently, he slid his arms under Heero’s back, cradling him close as he kissed him.

Can we just—

I'm a broken record at this point.

Deep and sweet, mouth open and slipping him tongue.  And as he felt Heero return that embrace, he started to rock softly against him.

He moved with an inhuman gentleness, slow and patient.  Kissing him deeply and holding him so close, savoring the way their bodies moved and fit together.

Heero kissed him back, moving his body in time with Duo's, hips greeting his as Heero gasped and practically mewled. Their bodies fit together perfectly, driven by instinct, driven by need. Heero wanted these two halves to become whole right on this bed. He kept their bodies in constant contact, stayed so close, cradled in Duo's arms like this as Heero let his passion take over, let it pulse through his veins.

"More," Heero whispered, nipping lightly at Duo's bottom lip. "I want more…" He drove Duo deeper inside, gasping from the different sensation as one leg fell to the side, opening himself more for his lover; the other leg wrapped tighter around his waist as he looked up at him through lust tinged eyes.

Duo groaned at that plea, at the feeling of Heero opening up even more for him, letting him in closer.  He kept the pace the same lazy, sensual slowness, but now he was taking him harder, deeper with each thrust into him.  He kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his chin, before settling back on his lips again.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, love…”  He leaned down to his ear, started to tell him all the things he’d wanted to do with him the minute he saw him, all the fantasies that could flash through a god’s mind in a single moment.  And that now they had literally all the time in the world to see them done.

But you won't describe any of those fantasies, huh...

“You feel so good,” he growled in his ear.  “I need all of you…”

Heero cried out at all of the dirty things Duo whispered in his ear, all the fantasies he wanted to fulfill. That growl nearly made him lose his mind as he slammed his hips into Duo's, nails digging into Duo's back as he cried out and groaned and panted, spurred on by nothing but instinct. He managed to pull Duo down onto the bed next to him before using the momentum to pull himself on top, groaning at how a change in position could make Duo feel so much different inside of him. He nipped at his jaw, his throat before riding him hard, taking him as deep as he dared.

"Take all of me," Heero whispered in his ear before nipping on it. "I'm all yours."

I think it is at this point where I'm just going to leave things as they are unless I have something interesting to say. Because you know what? I have said literally everything I can about this RP, dozens of times over. It's the same fucking shit.

Duo wasted no time gripping Heero’s hips as they changed position, letting the boy do as he wished, growling again at that mouth on his neck and jaw.  He rubbed Heero’s thighs in encouragement, looking up at him, into his eyes for that spark that flared behind them with each thrust of their hips.

“Yes, love.  That’s it, ride me…”  He licked his lips again, trembling hands dragging his blunt nails along Heero’s back now.  “Lose yourself in it.  You’re mine, now…”

Heero picked up the pace, fucking him hard and fast, his moans increasing in pitch as he cried out in time with how hard he rode him, nails digging into Duo's shoulders as he leaned over him, eyes completely glazed over. He was reaching his end--he could feel it building inside his gut, something hot pooling right there, so close….
"I'm gonna…." He took Duo in as deep as he possibly could. "Oh gods, I'm gonna come soon…" He could barely breathe, he was so caught up in this, in everything going on.
"Please Duo, make me come… I…" His muscles were burning but he didn't care, everything else was on fire, the whole world was probably on fire for all he knew and cared, because all he knew in that moment was Duo and the fact that Duo was inside him.

"I...I want you to come in me."

Duo pulled him down to his chest at that plea,

why would you fucking do that

Heero isn't someone with a vagina, Rachel, that's what you do to stimulate the clitoris, Heero doesn't have that, you are just changing the angle and making it harder for him to come, aren't you

like why would you block access to Heero's dick or otherwise make it so much harder for him to jerk himself off (because lbr Duo isn't going to be of much help here with that)???

"I've only ever watched heteros get it on in pr0n" without fucking telling me that.

rubbing his back and continuing to thrust into him up to the hilt.  He looked into those eyes one last time, snatching a kiss at his lower lip.  “That’s it, love.  Yes, come for me.  Don’t fight it, let it happen and come for me, baby.  Let me feel you…”

Talk about uninspired, bland, the written equivalent of oatmeal porridge with no fruit or seasoning. Here, let's have something a little hotter...

Trowa dips down to Heero's ear, voice all honey and spice as he whispers, "Come for me so I can feel you milk my cock, baby..."
Heero's eyes roll up into his head as Trowa's strokes get faster and faster, his thrusts harder and harder, feel Trowa's cock throb and pulse inside him.
Yes... Come for him. Milk him. Every last drop.

That is from the sequel to this thing I wrote one day and my brain wants me to continue it.

With that he pulled him down into the deepest kiss he was capable of giving, tongue sliding into his mouth and arms wrapping around him and holding him as close as he could get.  Wanting to feel every shudder and twitch of him coming.  Growling into his mouth, as close to begging for him to come as he could get without speaking.

omg why don't you just fucking use your words??

Heero groaned into Duo's mouth as he bucked hard, losing the rhythm completely and not caring--he needed this, needed this now, needed to fly over the edge and dive down head first into bliss. He angled his hips and when Duo hit a spot inside him it caused him to see stars--figurative ones, not literal ones, although at this point Heero was pretty sure Duo could get him to see real stars. Hitting that spot repeatedly pushed Heero over that edge and he screamed into Duo's mouth, every muscle in his body tensing as he felt something warm and sticky on Duo's abs, on his stomach.

"Please," Heero murmured against Duo's lip, "come inside me. Claim me as yours--complete me."

Trowa brushes his lower lip along the shell of Heero's ear as he whispers, "I already did the moment I buried my cock inside you."
"What about my insides?"
Trowa laughs deep in his throat. "I'll squirt so much cum inside you, it'll never completely get out."
Duo cries.

Duo shivered as he felt that hot, solid body clench on top of him, swallowed that beautiful, delicious scream of pleasure and just...held him as he came.  He growled a little at the feeling of warm fluid spurting out from between them, purring a bit as Heero calmed in his arms.

Duo is just so fucking passive in all of this. He will shiver or tremble or whatever as Heero does Insert Thing Here, Duo might do something else like lick him or kiss him, Duo will do something else that takes low or no effort like hold or cradle Heero, maybe make a noise, and then just fills everything else in with what Heero is (thought to be) doing. Really nothing from Duo. It's like he's an observer who isn't even participating.

I feel like I'm having some kind of out of body experience.

He was still trembling, still ragingly hard, still needing release like he’d never needed it before.  And then he heard that second plea from the boy’s

Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around

lips, and he shuddered.  He didn’t need to be asked twice.  Careful and mindful of his lover’s new sensitivity, Duo started to thrust gently inside him again.

Maybe he wouldn't be so sensitive if you'd used lubricant 

Once more slow and sweet, shaky hands roaming over Heero’s back.

“Talk to me,” he whispered.  “Please…”

"No, actually. I refuse."

Heero pressed soft kisses to Duo's neck, one hand resting on his chest, the other wrapped around him as he felt Duo gently move inside him.
"I...I love you," Heero said in hushed tones. His brain was scrambled, and trying to be coherent at this point was useless. "I…" He pressed another kiss to Duo's jaw. "I love how you make me feel. How full you make me feel…" He chuckled a little. "How right you make me feel… I love how you look at me when I ride you, when you slide between my thighs and take me…" He caressed Duo's cheek, staring lovingly into his eyes.
"I would love to see how you look at me while you come inside me. Complete me--complete us. And I'll be yours and by your side is where I'll always be… For as long as you'll have me."

Duo whimpered at that voice, at those words, shivering as he started to thrust a little harder into him, slowly losing his restraint.  He looked back into those eyes, biting his lip at that touch to his face.  “H-Heero…”  All he could manage to say was his name.  A soft, trembling little gasp before his hands clenched on Heero’s waist, pulled him down onto his hard cock in an intense thrust and whimpered as he came deep into him in soft, shuddering waves.  His eyes sparked for a moment before slipping closed with a soft cry at the peak of it, clinging to his lover and trembling as he started to slowly calm.

He breathing skipped and stumbled in the aftermath, and he wasn’t totally sure he was even still conscious.  He murmured Heero’s name again, shaky fingers stroking through his hair and along his back.

Heero gasped as Duo pulled him down, thrusting his cock inside him, gave a high pitched squeal of sorts when Duo came inside. He shuddered at the sensation of being filled with something so warm before his head dropped onto Duo's shoulder and for a while Heero lay there--asleep or unconscious, he didn't know. He woke up with Duo still next to him, so it wasn't like he'd dreamt the whole thing. He'd be extremely disappointed if that had been the case. There was a sheet over him now, the cloth made of something soft--some kind of velvet, maybe? It, like everything else, was a muted colour, but Heero didn't mind it.

He shifted and winced a little. His muscles were sore--who knew sex was so strenuous?--especially his upper legs and thighs. Speaking of his thighs, they were still somewhat sticky. He'd clean that up later, right now he didn't want to leave the bed, and nothing and no one could persuade him to move.

Not even his mother, who he would probably politely say to fuck off somewhere. Or something like that. All of these new experiences were making him bold, rebellious. He played the "good son" part for way too long to the point where it was getting stale. He had a new role now. Death's consort. It had an interesting sound to it.

Duo watched him sleep for that time, after he’d finally gained enough awareness back to pull the sheets up over them.  He tucked the boy against his side as they rested, stroking his hair.  Smiling as he woke, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Well hello there.”  He nuzzled Heer’s cheek with his nose.  “And how do you feel?”

"Sore," Heero answered. "Good kind of sore, though." He kissed Duo softly. "I suppose my mother hasn't come knocking yet demanding you give me back or something… I don't expect her to find me that quick, but don't be surprised if she tears everything apart trying to find me… She's very persistent and probably thinks the worst." He smiled a little. "Maybe she thinks I've been eaten by a Minotaur. Freak thing, finding one out in the woods. Usually they're stuck in labyrinths." He pulled the sheets up a little more. He realised now exactly how chilly it got in this place.

"Since I am your...consort," Heero said, though he wasn't sure exactly if that was the right word, "maybe later you could give me a tour of what is now also mine as well as yours. Surely there are other things aside from this spectacular palace you have right here." He'd heard Hell described as a prison more than once, just divided into three different levels. One side you were punished for an eternity. Another side you wandered, basically, for an eternity, if you were just some J Random Nobody in life. There was Paradise, which was also boring, but a beautiful sort of boring at least, which is where heroes and such went when they died. So you either were imprisoned in boring torture, boring wandering, or boring island.

But Heero, of course, wanted to see if this was actually the case, or if it was just people making shit up to scare everyone into dipping their children in rivers to make them immortal but at the same time giving them a fatal flaw so they wouldn't end up in one of the three levels of boring.

Heero also wondered if there was some sort of official...something that had to be done for him to be recognised as the King of the Underworld's...someone. What did they call someone like him? He couldn't be a queen. Or a wife. He wasn't equipped with the correct parts for that. Was there some sort of crowning ceremony? His head swam with questions, but he didn't ask any of them. All in due time, he figured. He had to learn how things worked down here first and foremost.

Okay so.

I decided to do a little experiment

I made a copy of the original RP doc (which is in itself a copy) and I moved every tag Rachel wrote up to this very point.

The original (with Rachel): 30,994 words, 58 pages
The original (copy) (without Rachel): 26,782 words, 48 pages

I cut 4212 words and ten pages so far just by removing her tags and you know what? Outside of some awkward transitions, it is perfectly readable with just my tags.

That should never happen with an RP, where you are in essence taking turns telling a story.

So when I say that Heero (and myself by extension) was carrying this RP? I mean he was doing really heavy fucking lifting.

Duo smirked.  “She can yell and scream and carry on all she wants.  You’ve eaten the food of the dead, there isn’t a thing she can do to make you leave.”  He added after a thought.  “You’re safe here.”

“As for the other things, I was hoping to show them to you, yes.  Just not the parts with all the torture.  Unless you’re into that sort of thing, because really it’s kind of depressing.  But the first order of business after we decide it’s worth getting out of bed today will be introducing you to my fellow caretakers.”

He smiled.  “You’ll like the Furies, I think.  Especially if your mother kicks up enough of a fuss.”

The Furies are Roman. You mean the Erinyes.

Heero wasn't exactly sure about that--nowhere was safe when it came to his mother, who would tear the Earth apart looking for him, take it out on the mortals whose mouths she basically fed with the harvest she reaped. She would find some way to tear them apart. Some kind of loophole. She would even go to Zeus, his father. (As if his father really even gave a damn about him.)
"If you say it is safe here," Heero said, "then unless I see otherwise I will do my best to believe it." He laced his fingers with Duo's, felt how warm his palm was against his.

"I'd rather not see anyone be tortured," Heero said. "I think the last thing they need is an audience. But you have things like lost souls and wandering souls and heroes of legend…. All sorts of dead in this place. Different fields filled with tasteless flowers and muted sunshine…"

Heero had also heard about the Furies--the Erinyes, as they were also called, depending on who you spoke to. "Fury" was a mild term--they were outright vengeful, hellbent on seeking justice against anyone who suggested they were wronged by another--dead or alive.
"Would they be able to tell my mother to please fuck off and leave me and us alone?" Not that that would deter her, but if they also threatened to claw out her eyes or some other hideous thing, perhaps then she would get the message.

She wasn't getting him back.
And he had no intentions of ever going back, even if he could. He was with someone who didn't just see "son of Demeter". To Duo, he was Heero. His love. His. And that meant more to him than words could even speak of.

***

Duo squeezed his hand in turn.  “I don’t think even your mother is quite that stupid.  And if she tried to take it out on the mortals there are at least three gods willing to intervene.  And the Furies don’t discriminate between gods who need their asses kicked and mortals who need the same. ”

He rubbed Heero’s shoulder, touching their temples together.  “I asked Aphrodite once if the whole love at first sight thing was her idea of a joke or if it was just the usual nonsense humans make up and then attribute to us.  She told me it was neither.  But that it was hard to explain to someone who hadn’t experienced it.”  He sighed.  “She doesn’t have to explain it to me anymore.”

****

Heero sighed. "You don't know my mother. And hopefully you will never have to meet her." He curled up next to Duo, nuzzling his chest with his cheek.
Heero smiled a little at the whole 'love at first sight' deal. "At least you sort of knew what love was. I didn't even know it existed until today--until I met you. It's one of those feelings you don't understand unless you experience it for yourself… It's a special kind of happiness you get when you're with a certain someone." He traced the contours of Duo's muscles with his fingertips.
"Despite what anyone else may tell us, I think one of the Fates had a hand in all of this. To think we would have never met if I hadn't gone against my mother's wishes…"

He sat up, letting the sheet drop to his lap, revealing sweet naked skin for his lover's eyes to view.
"Show me," Heero said. "Show me what lies beyond this palace made of stone and gems." Minus the torture, of course.

***

Duo smiled, unable to resist just...staring at him for that moment when the sheet fell away.  “What would you like to see first?  The heroes?  The Furies?  The wandering souls?”

He’d never met anyone so eager to see the underworld.  The last visitor he had, some dumbass with a harp, only wanted in long enough to get his girlfriend out.  And that didn’t even succeed since, like all mortals, she couldn’t follow one simple instruction.

a harp and a lyre are not really the same instrument they're similar, like they're related instruments? But a lyre is more like a sitar kind of instrument especially sound wise imo it would be like saying someone who plays a pan pipe is "some dumbass with a flute".

“The heroes are pretty fun for the most part.  Watching Achilles still trying to get into Penthesilea’s pants will never stop being hilarious.”

Heero shrugged. "I guess whoever is closest would probably be the best and then branch out from there." He slipped out of the bed, still completely naked from their actions before. He looked at the simple clothing he was wearing when he had come here, much too simple for someone married--were they married now?--to the God of Death and ruler of the Underworld. But he couldn't just wander around naked, either.

"...what am I supposed to wear?" He picked up the worn tunic. "Surely not this?"

Okay Marth that's a bit posh sounding for Heero honestly (the "surely not this")



Maybe he should have asked this question before his clothes came off. Then again there really wasn't a chance to ask something like that before they started kissing and touching and--

Heero cleared his mind, his face burning now as he remembered what he and Duo had done.
"Unless you think the Furies wouldn't mind me naked."

Duo chuckled, knowing exactly what he was thinking by the blush in his cheeks.  “They certainly wouldn’t.  But it can get rather chilly in this world for a naked guy, so you should at least put something on.”

He got up and went to the closet where he kept his more everyday garments.  Which were still far more elegantly simple than anything that anyone on Olympus wore.  He pulled out a satiny black tunic, giving it a cursory glance, and then Heero another.  “This looks about right.”  He pulled out a golden belt to go with it, set with peridot cabochons.  “And this should do.”

Well, wearing his clothes was about as close to married as he could get, being what he was.  The whole ‘until death do us part’ thing didn’t mean a whole lot when you ruled the dead.

Heero pulled on the tunic, which felt so soft against his skin, and fastened the belt about his waist. He adjusted everything so he looked somewhat presentable before turning to his husband.
"I would assume the Furies would be the closest beings to here," Heero said, "plus you mention them with quite a bit of fondness. Maybe we should pay them a visit first on my first tour of our domain." He gave a tiny shrug. "Or wherever you feel it fit to take me, even if it's just for a rendezvous…." He wasn't exactly sure where the hell a place like that would be outside of the palace, but who the hell knows.

This doesn't really come off to me as something Heero would say either. Maybe not something he wouldn't say but this isn't how he would say it.

"The Erinyes are the closest ones to this location," Heero said, "plus it seems you like them. Maybe we should go visit them for the first stop on this so-called 'tour'?" He gave a small shrug. "Or we can start wherever. I don't care. You could start the tour in the bedroom for all I give a shit for."

Duo pulled him close for a kiss, sweet and brief, in contrast to everything he’d just got done doing to him.  “Yes, the Furies I think would be best.  Not just because they’re pretty badass, but there’s also a nice little receiving chamber there.  Sofa, fireplace, wine...you get the idea.”  He winked.

Was this what Aphrodite had meant by ‘fucking like newlyweds?’  Because if that was so he was pretty sure he and Heero were going to be ‘newlyweds’ for the rest of eternity.

Heero kissed him back, pressed his forehead against Duo's.
"So a reception area. I'm not sure they'd appreciate any...inappropriate behaviour coming from their liege."

"So a receiving area of some kind, that's...cool. I don't think they'll appreciate anything inappropriate coming from the 'Ruler of the Dead'." 

Or hell, maybe they'd come to expect that sort of thing by now. He wouldn't mind Duo touching him, especially if it led to other, much more fun activities…

"Let them know we are coming. I'm sure they'll be pleased to meet your new love." He smiled softly before kissing him again, deeper than last time, before running his thumb over his bottom lip.
If this was what married life was like, then it was rather cruel of his mother to keep him from it for so damn long.

Duo returned that kiss, lip trembling a bit under Heero’s touch.  He smiled wider, almost wolfishly.  “There are few things the Furies consider inappropriate, and a married couple making love is nowhere on that list.”

They couldn’t stay here another minute if they actually planned on going anywhere, so very reluctantly, Duo led them both out of the palace, down to the banks of the Acheron, where Charon sat waiting on his ferry.

SHE FINALLY GOT THE RIGHT PERSON

Charon: yeah idk who tf Chiron is but uhhh he stole my boat so. Rude. 

“Besides guiding the dead,” Duo explained, “he also functions as general transportation around here.  Because the rivers are the easiest way to reach everything.”  He tells Charon they need to go to Erebus,

Why can't you show us that? Why does that have to be told instead? Why can't Duo just be like, "Hey, Charon, we'd like to go to Erebus, mind ferrying us there?" and Charon would be like, "Yeah sure no problem right this way." 

and at Charon’s chuckle and eyeroll, he invites Heero onto the ferry.

“Come on, you think I’m going to bring a consort down here and not show him around?”

Charon shakes his head.  “It figures you’d show off those crazy bitches first.”

I questioned this at first but then remembered that Charon is often depicted as a seafarer or some kind, so basically a sailor, and we all know how foul mouthed sailors tend to be, so...

"They'd probably cheer us on," Heero mumbled, as he followed his husband out of their comfortable bedroom (where if they stayed a moment longer, Heero's clothes were going to be on the floor--again) and out of the palace to where Charon and his ferry were. Carefully he stepped onto the ferry, knowing full well that the water was the last place he would ever want to be in this place. He stayed close to Duo, and flushed slightly when Duo mentioned exactly who he was. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, but it brought up some rather lovely memories Heero wouldn't mind repeats of and--no. Stop that.

They reached Erebus after a while--Heero had spent most of the ride staring into the blackness of the water, occasionally seeing a lost soul or two trying to reach up. In response to that, Charon would beat at them with his oar. He didn't seem to really notice them, but why would he, when he was probably used to this? There was what resembled a rickety dock by the shore, but Charon opted to stop by the shore.
"Shoreline's a lot more stable than that piece of shit," he muttered. "Had one poor soul fall right through and...he's still floating in the river somewhere. See him occasionally."

Heero shivered.

Duo chuckled.  “You’ll have to get used to Charon, here.  He’s been doing this a long time, so nothing really fazes him anymore.  He really has seen it all.”

The trip is largely uneventful, save for the usual weirdness that happened around the rivers.  Lost souls calling out to them and such.  Finally, Charon left them off at a stable spot on the bank, and they climbed up the ridge to the land proper.

“And this is Erebus.  Home of the Furies.  The most badass bitches you will ever meet this side of reality.”  Duo snapped his fingers, making a strange-sounding call in his throat.  Something that in any other context might’ve sounded pretty erotic, as it was a guttural growling noise, but in this place it sounded downright terrifying.  Kind of hard not to when you’re surrounded by gnarled, otherworldly trees and fog.

At that a great flapping was heard, the beating of huge wings, as three shapes descended from the permanently red sky.  Three crones, with wings that were some weird cross between reptile and eagle,

Would be better to say "some weird cross between reptilian and avian", rolls off the tongue a lot better 

with taloned feet and very long fingernails.  One wore a pale green tunic, one wore white, and the third red.

“You rang?” the one in red said.  “Whose ass needs kicking?”

Every now and then Charon pointed out something interesting in the landscape, usually a structure built from bones and old rock that was there for one reason or another ("It's kind of boring down here," Charon said, "so people bide their eternity by building...these strange things.").
"To your left," he said, pointing to the left shore, "you will see some souls. To your right: more souls. There's lots of souls here, both lost and not lost, but most certainly dead." There were even some here, just sat upon the shore. One had a makeshift fishing rod, though there were no fish to catch.
"Watch your step," Charon warned as Heero got up from the ferry. "Though there's nothing in the water that would kill you, I would advise against swimming here."

The fog here was rather dense, and it roiling off the water didn't help any. Duo...growled or did some sort of growl-like noise and three...beings came forth. He wasn't scared--he'd seen a lot of shit on the way here as it stood. He cocked an eyebrow at the one in red's question before remembering that these 'harpies' were basically goddesses of revenge. You wanted shit done, you asked them for help.

Heero was more interested in how Duo could make that noise and how he could have him repeat it in the bedroom.

Duo chuckled at the question, bowing in greeting.  Even the ruler of death didn’t screw around with revenge goddesses.  “Nobody tonight that I know of.  There’s just someone I’d like you to meet, because you’ll be seeing a lot of him from here on out.”  He gestured to Heero.  “My consort.  You may call him the Viscount of Death.”

Is this why Heero sounds so posh? He's a viscount?

The three of them dropped to one knee, smirking.  “The God of Spring?  As the consort of the God of Death?” the one in white said.  “You have a thing for irony, so I’m hardly surprised.”

“It’s still hilarious,” the one in green said.  “The only thing better would be seeing that bitch’s face.”

Heero wasn't exactly sure what to do, or say, so he just followed Duo's lead and bowed to them, made sure to not stare at them too much, and generally tried to remain as quiet and polite as possible, though he couldn't help but chuckle at the mention of 'that bitch', who he was pretty sure was his mother.
"I do believe my mother knows better than to come here in search of me," Heero said, "but I must admit, I'm rather curious to see how she would react, given I've sullied every expectation she's ever had for me…" He laced his fingers with Duo's. "...and I'm sure some expectations she never even thought of." He ran his thumb over Duo's knuckles.

Duo laughed a bit, squeezing his fingers.  “I almost hope she would be, though.  Just to see the look on her face.  In any case, I figure we can stay here for a bit.  Maybe have dinner in the receiving house.  it’s almost twilight after all.”

Alecto nodded.  “There’s fresh pomegranates already picked.  And bread and wine laid out.  You never know who’s going to wander through this place and get hungry.”

"It's always good to have plenty of food around," said Tisiphone, as she led them to the receiving hall. "You know, in case young women decide they need to escape the world above for a few months...or half the year...depending on how they feel."
Is that something that happens often? No one said anything to imply it was something he should laugh at, so he didn't. Humor here was quite...snarky. Sassy. Compared to the world above where everyone was a lot more polite, especially in the company of deities.

Once they reached the inside of the receiving area, with its lavish couches and a roaring fireplace that kept the perpetual chill out. There were windows covered in heavy velvet drapes. Why you would need windows he had no clue, it wasn't as if there was much of a view unless red sky was your thing. Alecto pointed out the sitting area and said, "Make yourselves nice and comfy." She looked between Heero and Duo before winking; looking to her sisters, she gestured for them to move on to a different part of the house, leaving Heero alone with his husband and his thoughts.

Duo chuckled.  “You don’t say.  Though to be fair we haven’t had one in a while.”

He turned to Heero as they left, giving him a brief kiss before opening the bottle of wine.  He poured out two goblets, handing one to him.  “Well, can’t think of anything better to open this night with than a toast.  Don’t you?”

Heero took the goblet after returning Duo's kiss. The wine was sweet smelling, and smelled strongly of some kind of fruit. He swirled it a little, taking more of the aroma in and that caused his head to swirl along with the deep red liquid. What were they even toasting to? Them? Life (and irony)? Him telling his mother to go fuck herself (without actually saying so)?
"To us?" Heero said with some uncertainty, before clinking his glass against Duo's and tasting a mouthful of wine.

Duo leaned in close after they clinked glasses, after Heero took that first sip, letting his breath wash over those moistened lips.  “To anything you want,” he purred, gently drawing him into a kiss, nudging his mouth open so the wine flowed between them.  His other hand stroked Heero’s cheek and hair, just toying and teasing as they kissed, moaning softly against him at the taste of both the wine and Heero’s mouth.

He didn’t think he was going to get enough of this.  Ever.  Of the way this boy

The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
bone it, own it, yeah, yeah

tasted and moved and smelled.  He stroked Heero’s chin and throat, in a way that straddled the line of loving and tender and darkly seductive.

Heero moaned softly, more exhale of breath than noise, really, as Duo essentially drank wine from his mouth. He toyed with Duo's tongue as he wrapped one arm around Duo's neck, pulling them closer. Definitely acting like two newlyweds who had just found out all the fun things marriage gave them, who couldn't keep their hands off each other long enough to even visit friends. (If Duo considered the Furies his friends, that is.) Heero didn't even care if Duo did it just to show off that Heero was his, and no one else could touch him like this, made his eyes darken like this, caused him to utter the most delicious sounding noises like he could.

He chuckled as he broke the kiss, nuzzling his cheek briefly before taking another sip of wine and kissing Duo hard.

Oh yes. Heero wouldn't be able to get enough of this. Who in their right mind would run away from this?

Duo growled low in his throat at that second kiss, not unlike the call he’d used to summon the Furies.  But this was softer, less angry, more contented.  Like the purr of a giant cat.

He set his goblet back on the table, leaving his hands free to settle on Heero’s waist as his tongue slid into that waiting mouth.  His fingers clutched at the fabric of the tunic, longing so much to pull it off him, but at the same time wanting more than a ‘quickie’ as the humans called it.

Guys... Guys this is kinda ratchet, no shade or nothing but like. You're at someone else's house doing this shit.

.Heero pulled away long enough to set the wine on the table and then kissed Duo again, hand stroking Duo's cheek before he trailed it down his neck and chest. Maybe it was the wine making him bold--he hadn't had much, hadn't really had any if one wanted to really be technical--or the fact that Heero no longer had any inhibitions about anything anymore, but something inside him made him whisper against Duo's mouth, "I want you in the worst way." He looked at Duo through hazy eyes, biting his lip in such a 'come hither' way as he leaned against the arm of the couch, pulling Duo between his parted knees.

Duo said anything he wanted, right? What if Heero wanted him? He caught Duo's mouth again, swept his tongue through his mouth as he clutched the back of Duo's shirt with one hand, the other grabbing hold of his hair. He couldn't get enough of Duo, wouldn't be able to get enough of Duo, and he was fine with that. Perfectly fine.

Duo purred again into that kiss, following the boy’s

Dollar, dollar, paper, chase it
Get that money, yeah yeah 

lead, sliding a hand into the collar of that tunic to touch the soft skin beneath it.  He needed him again.  And again.  And again.  Forever.  Lather rinse repeat until the last star fell out of the sky.  Whenever that was because you couldn’t see the real sky from this world anyway.  So basically forever.

He sucked at Heero’s lips, his desire only fanned hotter by the boy’s

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
and then cry on top of the world

 newfound boldness.  He trailed hungry kisses up Heero’s neck to his ear, pulling at the lobe with his teeth.  “Then I’m yours,” he whispered.  “Right here, right now.  And everywhere else.”

His hands unclasped the belt, opening Heero’s tunic.  Pulling and sucking at his soft flesh with more demanding kisses in a winding trail down the middle of his chest.  Lower.  And lower.

Heero's grip on Duo's hair tightened as he sucked in a breath as the trail of kisses went lower and lower, leaving a trail of flames in its wake. His cock was hard and throbbing and all he wanted was for Duo to touch it, even if it was just a little bit. Hell he didn't even care if Duo stroked him, if Duo wanted to slide inside him again he would spread himself as wide as he needed to.
"Lower," Heero murmured, his skin burning as part of his tunic slid off his shoulder and down his arm. "Touch me…" Even more brazenly, he growled out, "Mark me."

How much you wanna bet Duo won't do any of those things Heero just listed?

Duo smirked at those sounds, at that pull on his hair, sliding his tongue over Heero’s stomach.  Never had he thought he would enjoy being told what to do.  But he loved it, just the absolute nerve it took to give the King of the Underworld an order.  But it was more than that; it was the trust this boy

I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight 

had, that Duo wouldn’t hurt him.  Not that Duo ever would, but being raised by someone like Demeter, he wouldn’t expect the boy

Bald head pussy got lots of juice
lopsided on the curb, so I block the coupes 

to be so...comfortable with him, considering all the horrible tales he’d likely heard.

Duo parted the tunic further, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it pool behind him on the couch, piling his own next to it.  He skirted along that hard length with only a single fingertip for now, licking his lips as he looked up at his face for reaction.

“Mark you, hmm?  Mark you as mine, love?  Where everyone can see it?  Where everyone who looks at you will know whose bed you share?  And that you aren’t to be had by anyone else?”  With each question, he stroked him with that finger from base to head, circling the tip slowly.

Heero shivered at Duo's touch, lips parted as he cried out, nodding his head in response to each question Duo asked except for the last one, which he managed a, "Yes!" before bucking his hips. He wanted more fingers on his cock, wanted to be stroked and teased and made to beg until Duo gave in and gave him everything he wanted, made him feel like he did before. He stroked Duo's hair, down to his neck and back again.
"I want everyone...to know that I'm yours…"

Duo laughed softly, climbing back up on the couch beside him and stroking his hair from his sweaty forehead.  “The world will know you belong to me.”  With that he leaned down to Heero’s neck, just below his ear, in the same motion wrapping his fingers around that throbbing cock.

He kissed there first.  Gentle and slow as he stroked him.  Before he started to use his teeth to scrape at the soft skin there.  Until finally he sank those teeth into Heero’s throat.  Hard and brutal, but tempered with affection and warmth.

He sucked at the wound, brought the blood to the surface, made it bruise and swell in his mouth.  The hand at his cock continued to work slow and lazily, the other stroking the other side of his neck in encouragement, tracing the tendon with a single fingernail.

Heero leaned his body into the kiss, thrusting his hips into Duo's hand as he groaned in pleasure. He gasped when Duo used his teeth and cried out when he was bitten into, the action so savage and animalistic that Heero nearly came then and there.
"Yes," Heero said breathlessly, "let everyone know the God of Death owns me." His grip on Duo's hair tightened, but not painfully so as he bared his neck completely. He could feel the pulse in the wound, felt it swell, felt that heat from the blood welling up in that one spot and Heero felt so alive at the hands of this man. More alive than he knew one could ever feel.

Because Mother dearest thought he would be perfectly content lagging along behind her helping to sow the seed for fall's harvest, admiring the flowers she would grow in her wake. She would talk about how she had found the perfect girl for him--and how plain and ordinary and completely mortal she was. She was a florist. Heero had enough of flowers and things growing and often wanted to trample them instead.

Perhaps Mother dearest knew if he went into the woods he would never be seen again above the surface. Perhaps that was why she tried so hard to keep him away from everyone save for the few she deemed 'safe'. She knew he would end up opening himself up to the God of Death, accepting his advances, his touches and caresses, because he was the only person who could make him feel alive.

In the realm of the dead, no less. Then again, that one Fury said Duo had a flair for irony. God of Spring he was no longer, he would rather be the God of Ruin.

Duo fought not to grin against his neck, because it would get in the way of nipping and biting and sucking at him.  But when he felt he’d left enough of a mark, he let go, gently licking the wound.  He left off stroking him, rubbing his chest and shoulders to soothe him a bit.  He didn’t want to overwhelm him too fast.

“You’re mine now, love.  And everyone knows it.”  He snatched a few teasing kisses at Heero’s lower lip.  “That mark is never going to fade.  You’ll have it for the rest of eternity.”

Duo started to kiss down the other side of his throat, gentle now, less frantic.  But deliberately seductive, tracing the tendons and muscle there with his tongue as he sank lower once more.  To Heero’s chest.  His stomach.  And lower still…

Are we actually going to get Duo sucking dick???

Heero's cries echoed in the room as Duo marked him, touched him, took complete ownership of him, and Heero loved it, let him do it. He kissed him softly as his neck pulsed, the mark swelling now.
"I wouldn't want it any other way," Heero murmured, as Duo started kissing his throat before descending… Images flashed of Duo taking his cock into his mouth and his cock twitched in Duo's hand, approving of the fantasy playing in Heero's head. His hand stroked Duo's neck as he panted and gasped at Duo's kisses, wanting that mouth on his cock.

Did people--gods, mortals--do things like that? Heero mewled when Duo kissed him in a particularly sensitive spot on his hip.
Please, go lower…

Duo purred against his skin, lingering at that spot on his hip he seemed to like so much.  He carefully parted his thighs, kissing and nipping and licking at creases of his legs.  He looked up at Heero from that position, eyes dark and glistening.

“Talk to me, love” he murmured against that flesh, taking a deep breath of his scent.  “Tell me what you want me to do to you.  Tell me your fantasy.”

He pressed a single kiss to the base of Heero’s cock, licking his lips before whispering again.  Just a breath of air against that flushed, hot skin.  “Tell me…”

If this was what Hell was like, then Heero wanted no part in the palace that sat at the very top of the skies. He shivered at the kiss pressed to the base of his cock, unsure of how much to divulge from the fantasy that came unbidden to him during the heated moment, but the words tumbled out of his mouth without him being able to stop them.

"You're in between my legs with that mouth on my cock just caressing it with your tongue, fingers teasing me until you can taste me, just a little. Take it all in your mouth until I'm begging, until I need you to put out this fire inside of me, this fire you've ignited with your kisses and looks until I'm going down in these flames with you, coming in your mouth, on your face, marking you as mine as you have marked me as yours. I want to taste myself on you…" He groaned with need. "I want to fuck your mouth." He ran his fingers through Duo's hair until he took hold of a fist full of it towards the nape of his neck.
"I want to fuck your mouth. I want you to taste me and crave more." He leaned forward. "I want to come completely undone in your hands."

What a great place to end part one!

Holy fuckaroni. It took me FOUR DAYS to do this one. I really don't want part two to take another four days but it is what it is.

Comments

[sarajayechan]

You know it occurred to me that this might be a metaphor for swallowing some other kind of 'seed' if you get my drift...

As if this Duo would "defile Heero by forcing him to suck his cock".

Heero: Corrupt me.
Rachel!Duo: idk I might break something if I do that...
Heero: And you wonder why you keep getting thrown in the cuck chair.

LOL

Also the way these guys keep shivering maybe they ought to turn the heat up a little. Or get some blankets.

idk what the bride comment is about but I think Heero is at the point where he's like "I don't care if you put me in a dress just fuck me."

I DON'T BLAME HIM

THERE ARE OTHER THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH SOMEONE'S FUCKING NECK

LIKE BITING. MARKING.

"Just give me 5-7 business days."

Unfortunately there was a fuckup at the post office so it took nearly an entire month.

(That happened with my Christmas present for my partner last year. Sent it early December, they didn't get it till mid-January.)

Seriously, Duo is such a fucking creep and Rachel doesn't know jack shit about mythology.

[omaewokorosu]

As if this Duo would "defile Heero by forcing him to suck his cock".
I mean Heero would do it willingly, but knowing this Duo he would still feel like Heero is forcing himself or whatever the fuck.

the way these guys keep shivering maybe they ought to turn the heat up a little. Or get some blankets.
I mean the way utilities are nowadays (especially electric), I can't blame Duo for wanting to keep costs low, but like...does he not know budget billing exists??? then it kind of doesn't matter so much!

(no joke if we weren't on budget billing it would cost over $700 a month for utilities and most of that is electric, the one month it was over $1000. budget billing it's under $300.)

LIKE BITING. MARKING.
OH YOU'RE IN FOR A TREAT IN PART TWO

(That happened with my Christmas present for my partner last year. Sent it early December, they didn't get it till mid-January.)
The post office has been real ass about delivering parcels within a reasonable time frame since Lockdown. Even regular mail is slow. It took over a week for me to get a letter from my brother, and he lives in NJ. It used to only take 2-3 days.

Duo is such a fucking creep and Rachel doesn't know jack shit about mythology.
one could argue she doesn't know jack shit about anything.

And yes, her Duo is creepy af when he's not weeping everywhere.