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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

"Th-Than—oh, please—"

death_incarnate

"Hold your hands above your head," Thanatos orders.

on_my_way_again

Okay Zagreus is going to be a good boy and follow this order, yep.

death_incarnate

Than materialises some rope in his hands and ties Zagreus's wrists together and around a piece of his headboard. And if his hips move around with Zagreus's cock in him more than they needed to, only a fool would think this was anything but purposeful.

on_my_way_again

Zag squirms under Thanatos's weight, but doesn't resist the ropes, and just looks up at his lover with naked adoration and lust on his face.

death_incarnate

"Well, who would have thought you could be a good boy sometimes." He leans back and starts rocking his hips back and forth, only slowly for now.

on_my_way_again

"Ah—Thanatos, my—ah—I love you, Thanatos—!"

death_incarnate

A moan escapes Than's lips at his own movements, and he moves up to kiss Zagreus again. "I know," he says with a playful smile.

on_my_way_again

"Than, Thanatos, please, oh—" He moans as Thanatos picks up some speed, his burning toes curling up with pleasure, and he can't help but match Than's movement with his own, to what limited extent he can while thus attached to the bed.

death_incarnate

The god of death shuts his eyes and rests his forehead on Zagreus's chest, his hips still moving back and forth. He moves his right hand between them to start jerking himself off while using his left elbow and forearm to hold himself up. "I would have thought," he says in between grunts and pants, "that something as vanilla as this would get boring over the centuries."

on_my_way_again

"Oh, ah, Thanatos, my love—I could never get bored of you, never, I love you, oh fuck, harder—"

death_incarnate

"Ah!" he exclaims at a particularly rough thrust. "N-never, Zagreus? We're both immortal. Never is a while."

on_my_way_again

"Never—never—my Thanatos—ah fuck Than—I'm yours for—forever—for as l—ah, please, oh Than—as long as you'll have me—my Than...!"

death_incarnate

"Ah—Zagreus—Zag, that's—that feels so good—" Zagreus's dick slips out, and rather than immediately putting it back in Thanatos reaches back and strokes him. He opens his eyes and looks up. "You feel so good, Zagreus," he purrs, guiding Zag's cock inside once more and sliding all of it in again.

on_my_way_again

"Thanatos, oh, oh Thanatos, Thanatos Thanatos Thanatos..." Zagreus squirms in the binds but cannot escape, and all he can do is plead with his voice and his face and his eyes.

death_incarnate

"Yes, my Zagreus?" He looks up and laughs before planting kisses onto the god of life's face and hugging him tightly. "You seem to be straining."

on_my_way_again

Squirm squirm "You are just evil."

death_incarnate

"Ah ah, is that what a good boy would say?"

on_my_way_again

"Please—"

death_incarnate

"That's more like it."

He bites Zagreus's lower lip and resumes jerking himself off in sync with his hips.

on_my_way_again

"Ugh Than—Thanatos—I'm—I'm going to—you're gonna make me—"

death_incarnate

Thanatos leans closer to whisper again. "Do it. I want all of you inside me."

on_my_way_again

"Fuck I love it when you talk like that—Thanatos—Thanatos—"

death_incarnate

He doesn't respond and just keeps riding Zagreus for all he's worth.

on_my_way_again