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on_my_way_again

The river Styx, like most of the Underworld, follows no consistent, constant geography. Instead, it's in a constant state of flow, shifting and changing its banks and course as the realm itself rearranges its structure.

That is only one of the many ways the realm has of keeping its reputation as inescapable, Lord Hades's rulings being the only thing that can grant one permission to leave. This has happened only a handful of times in history, all of them exceptional in one way or another. And as far as the living and the vast majority of the dead are aware, this is an absolute fact of the world, as unchangeable as gravity.

This is not to get into the fact that, unless you were sent to the bowels of Tartarus for punishment, you would have very little reason to want to escape. There was a brief period during which the Asphodel Meadows were flooded with a burning river a few centuries ago, but the Queen of the Underworld has long since dealt with that and the land of the dead is actually a reasonably pleasant place to spend eternity in.

Very few people are aware of the one exception to the rule, taking the form of the Prince of the Underworld, Lord Zagreus. He has been the first and only person to ever escape against his Lord Father's wishes, and although he cannot stay on the surface for very long due to an intrinsic conflict between his godhead and his mortal blood, he has become proficient enough at it that it was made into a job, finding security flaws and other issues that might jeopardize the so-called inescapability of the realm.

Now one of the few fixed structures of the Styx, the small pool of it which ends right in front of the hall at the House of Hades, sees its surface bubbling once more before the god of life's figure emerges from it, blinking some crimson liquid away and cracking his joints to get rid of the phantom pain from his most recent death. The water slides off his body and clothes with preternatural haste as he walks up the steps and past the long line of shades standing before his father's throne and desk to petition for one thing or another.

"Hello once again, my friend," he says, nodding a greeting in the direction of Hypnos, god of sleep and official secretary of the Underworld.

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on_my_way_again

"—you're just teasing me!" he accuses.

death_incarnate

"Of course I am, Zagreus, and honestly I think the only way you failed to notice it was wilful idiocy!"

on_my_way_again

"Fuck me uuuuuuuuup," he whines again.

death_incarnate

"Your plan for getting me in the mood seems to have some flaws."

on_my_way_again

"You're already in the mood!" Poke poke. "I can feel it."

death_incarnate

"Maybe I'm in the mood for you to... as you put it, 'fuck me up'."

on_my_way_again

"—oh. Yeah, okay, I can do that, do you want to do that?"

death_incarnate

"Read the room, Zagriske."

on_my_way_again

It's like flicking a switch.

Zagreus flips over to lie on top of Thanatos, pinning his hands to either side and sitting heavily enough on Than's midsection that he couldn't leave if he tried (nevermind the pain on Zag's backside, it's getting dull again anyway).

"Better now, Than?"

death_incarnate

"Six out of ten for effort."

on_my_way_again

"So encouraging," he says, dryly, before slowly sliding Than's wrists closer to his neck. "You know, I have been practising phasing," he says, casually, and a flash of red-black "light" later makes a collar appear around Than's throat, attached to which are two wristcuffs pinning Than's arms in that position.

death_incarnate

"—oh," he breathes, caught a bit by surprise.

on_my_way_again

Zag hooks a finger behind Thanatos's choker and then steps around him and off the bed, tugging slightly. "Get on your feet."

death_incarnate

Thanatos nods a little bit and pulls himself up to the extent of his ability.

on_my_way_again

"I think," he says, raising one finger to tap on his cheek while keeping hold of Than's collar, "that I am going to borrow one of Meg's rooms. I'm sure she won't mind."

And before Than can actually process what that means, Zag has locked his legs and an instant later they are both in something that could well be described as a "dungeon".

death_incarnate

"...Zag, I—"

on_my_way_again

"Nuh uh, I don't think so," he says, one finger to Than's lips to silence him. "On your knees."

death_incarnate

Thanatos slowly gets on his knees, lowering his gaze and trembling a little bit.

on_my_way_again

Zag did not fail to notice the twitch of Than's dick when he gave the order, though. He smiles to himself and walks over to a table with many neatly ordered peculiar objects. After considering his array of options, he goes with a little something that looks like an egg made of red and orange glass, like flames. It also has a little thin cylinder attached to the wider end, and a flat disc attached to the other end of said cylinder. "Bend over, lovely."

death_incarnate

Than doesn't have his hands, but it's not like he needs to—he can fly. Still, he does bend over, using his elbows to prop himself up and sticking his butt in the air.

on_my_way_again

Zag finds another bottle of Nectar—so many uses!—and pours copious amount of it on the little egg-like toy. Then he walks over to where Than is and gets on his knees himself, pouring more of the nectar over his own fingers. With his left hand he reaches for Than's dick from the side, and with his right he starts lightly caressing Than's hole.

death_incarnate

Thanatos makes an involuntary noise at the touch, like electricity going through his body, and sticks his ass out further so Zag can have better access.

on_my_way_again

"You say I make attractive faces and noises, but have you ever looked at yourself? Someone ought to make a painting of you like this. Maybe someday I'll commission one, hang it in my bedroom so I can remember it and jerk off to it."

death_incarnate

He makes another noise at that. "Zag—"

on_my_way_again