A Day in the Life of His Majesty

JoxeiaXZeus

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I woke up to the greatest feeling in the world.

Hot soft wet goodness wrapped around my cock, a skillful tongue sliding up and down, teasing the tip, a delicate hand with long fingers cupping my balls. Impossibly soft hair like that of a rabbit's, white as freshly fallen snow, tickling my thighs and laying across my stomach. The blanket at my crotch rising and falling with each bob of the head.

"Fuck," I moaned, reaching down to sink my hand into that soft hair, hips lifting. Only to have them roughly shoved back down, and I laughed breathlessly at the aggression there. Loved the way his hands moved to my thighs, grabbing them hard enough for fingernails to sink into my skin, my muscles quivering. I arched my back and tilted my head into the satin pillows, taking in a deep breath as I raked my nails over that scalp, through those angel feather locks.

A knot coiled hard and tight in my stomach, dropping down lower and lower, my muscles twitching in my thighs as I drew my knees up, cradling that head between my legs.

All at once, I exploded, feeling jets spill into the waiting mouth below and I groaned, arching and closing my eyes to savor every last swirl of the tongue, every last purr that came from his throat.

As I took a moment to caught my breath, the blankets lifted and a beautiful albino snake came creeping up from under the blankets. His long white hair fell loose over slender perfect shoulders, his rosy colored eyes hooded with seduction, a slender fang biting down on his plush pink bottom lip, his arms folded across my chest, fingernails manicured, skin free of any blemishes. He was the ultimate combination of femininity and masculinity coexisting in a single vessel.

"I fucking love the way you wake me up," I said huskily, reaching out to brush the hair back from his face. He smiled knowingly.

"I endeavor to keep you happy," he responded, lowering a finger down to twirl around my nipple. I growled at that, yanking him up the rest of the way along my body so I could crush my lips to him, and fuck, he tasted delicious. He was anise and and citrus. A tangy licorice, sharp and vibrant. I could taste him all the way down my throat. My senses filled with him as I parted my lips and slid my tongue into his mouth. He moaned, arching against me and grinding his still hard cock against my inner thigh. I slid my hand down his back until I could feel the soft dip in his lower back, stroking the space there.

I felt his toes curl and his breath hitched against me.

I felt a vibration of fucking power from it.

This creature before me was probably the most powerful thing in existence. It was more than his awe-inspiring beauty, more than that talented tongue of his. He held the most incredible magic in his soul. His energy levels were incredible. I'd seen him fight, seen him turn violence into an art, seen the wicked smile on his perfect lips as he cut a path through lesser creatures.

His power, his beauty, his strength.

And so much more.

I loved his sincere concern for others, even those he curled his lip at. He didn't see things the way everyone else did. He saw hope where there was nothing, but ash and misery. He saw power in weaknesses. He peeled back the layers someone could encase themselves in and he did it slow, he did it gently and he did it with confidence. He never second guessed himself. He was highly intelligent. His idea of right and wrong didn't cloud his judgement. His views weren't corrupted by the lenses created by society.

And gods, he was hilarious. His facial expressions were so limited, so when he made a joke, the flat expression on his face made everything funny. And he did joke. His sarcastic barbs were addicting and I craved them enough to purposely piss him off so he'd be able to brush up on those skills. I loved watching him take down over confident, pompous pricks, watching them melt in humiliation.

He was my everything.

"Pay attention to me," he growled, grabbing my throat. I grinned, feeling his nails pinch my skin and I reached up to take his hand, bringing it to my lips so I could kiss those long dainty fingers capable of so much power.

And he was needy. Damn he was so fucking needy. And it wasn't just sex either. Sometimes I would be leaving a meeting and he'd be standing right outside, looking at me like he wanted to punch me, only to hug me and take me out to eat. He wanted to be around me constantly, and once upon a time, that would have pissed me off.

Hera was like that.

She always wanted to be with me, but not because she loved me or adored my presence. She didn't trust me. She didn't like me. She wanted to make sure she was around so I wouldn't fuck shit up, or fuck someone else.

Yeah, never would've gone around fucking the planet if she hadn't been such a goddamn cunt.

That was no excuse, and I only knew that because Joxeia had reminded me of it. It was no excuse to hurt someone, simply because they hurt you, and what a strange concern. It was childish. It was naive and innocent.

And goddamn it, it reminded me of Hades.

But I wasn't going to go there, not right now, not when I was having the best goddamn morning of my life.

Joxeia, Demon of Creation, rode my cock long and hard, his head tilted back in a glorious moan, his long white hair falling over his shoulders, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his hips rolling against me. He clung to me as he came, spilling out onto my chest, as I felt my balls tighten and I filled him to capacity.

And I knew he could've gone on, and he would've to, if we didn't already have a full schedule for the day. I was damn near close to cancelling my meetings and my lunch with Hades, but I didn't dare.

First of all, the meetings were mandatory. I was king of Olympus. I had to be at these meetings.

Second of all, Hades was hard to pin down and cancelling on him would only make him want to cut my balls off and I really wanted to keep those for tonight.

"Have I told you how much I fucking love you today?" I asked, gathering Joxeia up against me so he could snuggle up under my arm, draping his leg over me possessively. He rubbed his cheek against my pec, reaching up to brush his thumb back and forth over my nipple.

"No," he answered, and despite his calm response, I could hear the pout deep down. He wasn't going to say it, but he wanted me to say it. He loved hearing me say it. I could see it in the way his eyes sparkled, the way his heart pounded. His heart soared whenever he heard me say it, and I loved watching him react to it, adoring that he shared the same feeling.

"I love you," I purred and those eyes lifted to meet mine, and cue the glittering, "I love you so damn much. I love you more than anything in the universe. I love you so much that I'm going to ask you out on a date." His eyebrows went up at that and he looked at me curiously, rolling over onto his stomach so he could prop himself up on his elbows. I loved watching that waterfall of whiteness fall over his shoulders, hanging in his face. I reached up to tuck a thick lock behind his ear.

"A date? You asking me out on a date, my King?" Joxeia asked, his voice full of teasing. I smirked, reaching up to take his chin in my hand.

"I'm ordering you to go on a date with me."

"Hmm. Gosh, I'm not sure. I have early morning clients. I've still got to visit Xiphrus and Michael--"'

"Fuck em'," I deadpanned and watched with satisfaction as he laughed, dropping his head down on my chest, "Go on a date with me. Let's you and me go to a fancy restaurant, dress up for a night, eat a luxurious dinner, watch the heavens, and fuck until the sun comes up." Joxeia lifted his head, peeking at me through his hair, a secret smile spreading across those lips.

Jesus Christ, he was adorable.

"What time are you going to pick me up, my king?"

"Eight," I said, then paused as Joxeia nodded and started to get up, but I caught him by the waist and hauled him close, "And you can't wear any underwear." Joxeia arched an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Yup. No underwear."

"Sounds like an interesting idea. You can't wear any either," he tacked on. I scowled at that, annoyed at the idea of ruining one of my suits, and he fucking knew it would annoy me, because a wicked smirk came across his lips.

"I could ruin one of my suits--"

"Then I guess you'll have to learn to control your cock," Joxeia responded, pulling away from me to stand up. I growled, crawling across the bed to grab him, but he put his hand on my forehead to keep me at bay before he ruffled my hair and I groaned, rolling over onto my back, reaching up to mess with my hair.

"I fucking hate it when you do that," I snapped. Joxeia flashed me an award winning smile full of white teeth and gleaming fangs.

"I know," he responded, then disappeared into the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and eventually dragged my ass out of bed. According to routine, I went to the kitchen to start breakfast while he got ready.

I'm King of fucking Olympus and I absolutely had to make breakfast for him while he showered first, always. Every so often, we'd race to the bathroom, but he always got there first because he'd slam me into the wall or trip me... and sure, maybe I did the same thing, but come on. He was a slender graceful gazelle. He shouldn't be strong enough to throw me into a wall.

But he was.

And I loved it.

I prepared mascarpone stuffed french toast with peaches and a mug of kopi luwak coffee. I laid everything out at the table and sat down, folding one leg over the other and waiting for Joxeia to finish his shower. It didn't take long for him to come in, looking like a gorgeous runway model.

His soft billowing white hair was done in a loose casual bun, his eyes outlined thinly with black eyeliner. He wore a crisp white button up under a long navy blue cardigan and washed out jeans and his signature black ankle boots that clipped as he walked across the room to give me a firm kiss on the head before he took his seat and we began eating.

"Who are your meetings with today?" Joxeia asked as he ate. He wasn't making small talk. He was genuinely interested. He was asking to make sure I was going to be safe. And what an odd thing... One would think, what would cause danger for me, a king, at a meeting? Because it could be mentally exhausting. I didn't just sit there and discuss infrastructure and orphanages. Sometimes the meetings involved death tolls, legal disputes, compensations, terror, allegiances, and so on and so forth. Sometimes I had to sit with people I loathed. Sometimes I had to sit with old flings. Sometimes I had to deal with my idiotic children or brothers and sisters.

And Joxeia knew that.

"Some corporates wanting to add onto the super mall on the other side of the mountain. Demeter is throwing a hissy fit because DeShawn's dad won't let him come for the weekend. Some businessmales wanting to discuss possibly expansion of their corporation and release of a new product, experiment results. Nothing too exciting," I responded, telling the honest to gods truth. That was another thing about Joxeia; I couldn't lie to him. He could not only read my mind quite literally, but he'd find out one way or another and he'd be furious. He hated lies the most, and I did my best to avoid them when it came to him.

It'd been easy with Hera. She accepted my lies, whether she believed them or not. She took what I said at face value. And then she'd act all pissed when it came out that I was lying, even though she already knew in the first place. She did nothing to stop me, did not give a shit what came of the lie. She just needed a reason to be angry.

But Joxeia picked up on them. And lies to him weren't entirely a personal betrayal, but he felt they were injuring to a person. Lies snowballed and became too heavy for the liar to bear, and he was right. Lying got tiring. Trying to keep up with all the stories and bullshit was too much, and I'd always slipped up with Hera.

However, with Joxeia, since lies weren't an option, I didn't have to stress about it. I told him the straight up truth, even if it infuriated him, which wasn't too often. And it's not like he killed my children to lash out at me like Hera did. Joxeia punished me personally and he didn't do it lightly.

Fuck, if anyone was terrifying angry, it was Joxeia.

And his family had done well to warn me of it.

May the gods have fucking mercy on you if you piss him off, Zeus.

The little archangel's bastard child had told me that the day Hannibal had been inaugurated as the King of Atlantis.

And he did not lie.

"I'll deal with Demeter," Joxeia stated and I frowned at him as he paused to lick sugar from his lips, looking positively fluffy and sweet over the meal, like he could think of nothing better, "We've been talking lately and I think it would help to have me deal with it. I don't want her temper to get out of control in front of DeShawn. He sees enough from her without having to see her take it out on his father." That was another thing about this creature. Everyone could say that their spouse or partner loved their family, but could they really mean it the way Joxeia did? Because Joxeia did. He loved each member of my family, somehow, someway. He had helped and was helping each one of them one after the other. He genuinely cared what happened to them and their families, their lives.

Thanks to him, Poseidon had actually forged a genuine relationship. Granted with an Atlantean goddess, who definitely was not my first choice for that fidiot, but it lasted longer than a month, and that was incredible. Demeter was actually getting help with her anger issues. Hestia actually had someone to go to festivals with. Hades had a sarcastic sparring partner. And the list went on.

And while I knew that was the reason he wanted to take on that job for me today, it annoyed me that he felt I couldn't do it on my own.

"I know you can handle it on your own," Joxeia answered my thoughts and I glared at him, making him give me a droll look, "It's not my fault. Your head is a very loud and honest place, Zeus. I am not taking it on to make you feel better or because I don't think you can handle it. I'm taking it on as a professional. I'm doing it on behalf of Demeter and DeShawn's mental health. They need someone to buffer any negativity. And while we both know I love you, we can both admit that you would not be helpful in that situation for a number of reasons."

And he didn't need to name those reasons.

Because we both knew I hated DeShawn's father for defiling Demeter; the guy didn't just fucking seduce her, he basically snuck into her room while she was on vacation and waited on her bed. She, being the dumb desperate idiot she was, jumped his bones right away. And nine months later, DeShawn was born.

And then there was the fact that... Yes. I had a bit of a temper.

Okay, I had a major temper.

Okay, so maybe my temper could cause fucking thunderstorms and hurricanes.

And would not help ease tension in a family dispute.

So I could see it from Joxeia's point of view, logically. Still, I felt uncomfortable having him deal with my family when it was originally my job.

"Do you not want me to help?" Joxeia asked after a moment. I looked up at him, met those piercing rosy red-pink eyes.

"I do," I said at last. It was hard to say that. I didn't ask for help. I was a king. A king was to do everything himself. He was the pillar that kept the community standing. When he buckled, everyone stumbled. I couldn't let go of my duty for a second... But Joxeia was offering, and he was right. He was more suited to something this touchy.

"Are you sure?" Joxeia asked. I nodded. He smiled pleasantly, relieved I wasn't angry, and surprisingly? I wasn't. He'd calmed me down. His logic made perfect sense. It had taken me a moment to cope with it. I had to get past my initial accusation. Joxeia always did say I jumped to conclusions, and fuck, yeah, maybe I did. Did that make me such an asshole?

Yes.

Ah, well damn.

"Alright," Joxeia said, getting to his feet as he finished his breakfast and downed the last of his coffee before he came over to kiss me on the temple, "My first client will be arriving in an hour, so I better get to my office and get ready. Call me when it's time to meet with your sister. And, Zeus?" He was making his way to the elevator, and paused to turn and look at me.

"What?" I asked, wiping my mouth and getting to my feet.

"Behave." The way he said that was a combination of threat, warning, and teasing, all bundled up into one word. I smirked at him and he just smiled, but even though he smiled, there was a challenge in those perfect lips, those closed eyes.

After he was gone, I went to shower up and throw on an already made suit. I straightened the rose colored tie and gave the lapels of my silver suit a tug before I picked up my phone and headed out for the door.

Once I'd left the safety of my home, I went from domesticated bedmate to King of Olympus. And it was such a pain in the ass. It was too much work to walk around and keep an eye on every single individual that I passed, because who knew when the next assassination attempt would come? Who could be trusted? They were people, sure, but some of them didn't see it that way.

I spent all day wishing I was back home in bed with Joxeia.

And how fucking strange was that?

In the past, I couldn't wait to get to work to get away from the house, to get away from Hera and her nagging. I'd do anything to avoid it, even if it meant finding some random person to lay with and use their home. Now, I was twitching because I didn't want to be sitting in an office that smelled like lemon Pledge with a bunch of grubby businessmen eager to get their hands on perfect locales for their mainstream products. A lot of the businesses in Olympus were family owned, small time businesses, nothing too major. Even the Coco Chanel at the mall was owned by a local family.

These men at the table were strangers. They did not live on Olympus. They weren't even Greek. They just wanted to brag about how they had a store on Olympus. The only major corporation that I'd allowed to settle in Olympus was Demonic Fashion. One, because it was one of the most popular brand names in all of the realms. And two, because it's main headquarters was in Inferi, Hades. Created and owned by Hades's son, Malachi. One of the few sane children my brother had sired.

The rest were a goddamn train wreck if I'd ever seen one.

First there was Charon, not even his biological child. The Greek deity had been abandoned by mommy and daddy after the Titanomachy. He'd taken on his parents roll of ferrying souls, but he was a gloomy son of a bitch, and totally suited to Hades. Adopting him and taking him under his wing, Hades had become a father figure to the creature.

Cerberus was technically his biological child, but not sired like a child normally was. Hades had created Cerberus from scratch, his very first successful artificial. A deity with the ability to shift into a ravenous gigantic mutant wolf thing that could tear the roofs off buildings. He reminded me a lot of Hades in terms of height and swagger, and gods did that just piss me the fuck off.

Zelios was Hades's biological child through natural birth. Sired on some demon, Zelios was the guardian of Tartarus. He was nothing like his brothers or even Hades. He was calm and collected. He was a deep poetic type who enjoyed long walks on the beach and torturing the souls of the damned.

And the twins. Those fucking twins. Cain and Abel were monstrosities. There were too many reasons for me to loathe those brats. Cain in particular. That cruel little bastard with the smart mouth, the superiority complex, abandonment issues, and the like... Christ, he reminded me too much of myself. An angry feisty little demon. And Abel? Abel was so much like Hades, back in the beginning. He adored all of his brothers, forgave Cain for being an asshole, tried to help as many people as he could. He was intelligent and funny and not completely there sometimes. There was a personal distaste for those two, because when it came right down to it... They reminded me of Hades and myself. And in the beginning, it infuriated me when they had come together. Brothers by blood, shared the same parents. Cain had used and abused Abel constantly. And in the end, Abel opened his arms to him and accepted him.

How fucking lucky could you get?

That Cain best count his blessings.

Of course, there was also Theo. That one... that one was special. I hated him to the core of his blackened little soul, but I'd seen the way Hades looked at him, talked about him, treated him. Hades clearly knew another side to that child that no one else saw. And I realized that everytime Theo looked at Hades like he was the only god that existed in his world.

Mother is God, in the eyes of a child, Hera had once told me. In Theo's eyes, Hades was God. And that was the only thing that kept me from breaking that little twerp's neck.

Ambrosius was also an interesting spawn of Hades. He looked just like his father, so much so that it was actually kind of eerie. He even had some of the same facial expressions as Hades. The same smile, the same grimace, the same way they wrinkled their noses when they were disgusted. The same long silky black hair, the same electric blue eyes that gleamed in the darkness, the same rich olive skin.

Nikias was the odd one out in that family of insanity. He was a superhero to his people, a typical Superman by night and Clark Kent by day. He was a friendly bubble of excitement and love, a regular ball of sunshine. So how the fuck did he end up with such a family? Artificial creation. And the reason I hated him most of all? His creation would not have been possible without two strands of DNA, one coming from Hades... and the other from Lucifer, Hades's current obsession.

And fuck, did that not just piss me the hell off. Together, they had a child that carried both of their genes. A child that had Lucifer's happy-go-lucky disposition and Hades's drop dead gorgeous good looks. It was infuriating.

And also a bit of a guilt trip.

Because Hades wasn't mine, never would be mine. Not like he was Lucifer's.

It was a mantra I had to repeat to myself every time Hades and I met up now. To keep things casual. We were brothers and nothing more. I kept that in mind as I sat at the cafe, waiting for Hades to arrive that afternoon. I sat with my hands around my coffee, letting my sandwich get crusty from air exposure, tomatoes soaking the inside so it became wet and the lettuce went limp. It wasn't very long before Hades showed up.

And he cut a damn good picture walking in.

Hades was tall, incredibly tall, taller than myself. His long flowing black hair like a waterfall of ink pouring down his back and over his shoulders was loose, and his eyes were a vibrant shade of blue, that they glowed even when it was light outside. His skin was a soft rich shade of olive, stretched tight over lean muscles. Of course, he had no knack for style, but somehow managed to look damned good in his black on black on black. Long sleeved button up shirt, snug jeans, knee-height boots with buckles going up and down the sides, adding a whole other two inches to his height.

He towered over everyone in the shop as he made his way across the room to where I was seated in a private booth.

"The fuck is with you and the color pink?" He asked. I smirked. A typical Hades greeting. Hades didn't do pleasantries or waste his breath on sweet nothings. He was a straightforward son of a bitch, one of the things I loved about him.

"Something about it is sexy," I responded. I wasn't going to tell him of all people that I'd chosen the color of tie because it reminded me of Joxeia's eyes. Hades studied me for a moment, and I thanked the Source he couldn't read my mind like Joxeia could. While Hades had the power to do so, his powers were limited to only those he didn't care about, and according to him, he couldn't read my mind. And I believed him, because otherwise, he probably would've clocked me by now.

"How were your meetings?" Hades asked casually as he picked up a menu to scan it over. I watched him, watched those blue eyes slide over the page.

"Glum and blah," I answered flatly and Hades arched a brow at me, "They were meetings. Corporate snakes looking for the next big scam." Hades rolled his eyes and went back to looking at his menu.

"Little bastards. No decency. Did you threaten them?"

"Politely."

"So you probably told them you'd cut their dicks off, huh?"

"S'about it, yeah. How about you? Heard you and your archangel went to the mortal realm," I said casually, taking a sip of coffee. Hades's eyes flickered to me. He knew I wasn't asking to be polite. I was asking because I wanted to know what the fuck they had done on their trip, what the archangel was like, if he was good enough for Hades.

"Yeah," Hades said after a moment, once the waitress had come to take his order before disappearing, "We visited Alaska."

"Alaska," I said, disgusted, "Why would you go there? It's cold. There's nothing to do. Sarah Palin lives there." I couldn't begin to express how terrible that place could be. Who vacationed to Alaska?

"I'm not a huge fan of beaches," Hades said drolly, "Everything's salty as hell, big fat guys waddling around in what could barely be called bathing suits. And it was around spring break, so you know those fucking college kids are gonna be splashing and drinking all over the place. I'd hate to have to kill a bunch of people when I'm on vacation."

"So why Alaska? Why not Paris or Berlin?"

"Because Alaska has the best views," Hades responded simply. I wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about until I realized... Alaska had some of the best scenery for the Aurora Borealis. The clearest skies for the colorful ribbons that streaked through the air. Hades had obsession with them ever since Persephone had given him her memories of it. While one would think it such a simplistic and cheap gift, Hades had adored it. Honestly, I think that was when Hades had truly fallen in love with her.

The Aurora Borealis was a colorful symbol of beauty and hope, of power and grace. Hades adored it enough to make it the sole source of lighting in his home.

"Where did you stay?"

"Cabin further north. I went to see the sights, not visit the locals. Like you said... Sarah Palin lives there."

"Must have been nice. You always were a fucking nerd," I tacked on, not wanting to get too sentimental on him. Like me, Hades got extremely uncomfortable with tender moments. He'd shift awkwardly, making jokes and sarcastic barbs. We had a mutual understanding when it came to things like that, so this was the closest we'd get to those Hallmark channel moments.

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not wearing a pink tie," Hades threw back.

"Speaking of poor articulation and comebacks, how are your brats?" I asked, breaking off a piece of my sandwich to take a bite. Hades smirked, folding his arms over his chest and cocking his head.

"Fantastic, actually. I think I'm finally getting the hang of this whole parenting thing. Did you know you can just put a barrier on your kid's place and call it grounding them? It works pretty well," he added. I chuckled.

"Really? Sounds so relaxed compared to my methods."

"And yours are?"

"Beat the shit out of them until they quit being idiots."

"Zeus, this is why your kids are the way they are."

"And how's that? Famous? I don't think I've ever read about any of your children in textbooks."

"Because they're my kids," Hades deadpanned, making me raise an eyebrow, "Fuck the rest of the world. I don't want to see mortals making shitty superhero movies out of my kids or slapping stereotypes on them, like they have with the rest of us." He had a point. It was annoying to have people look at you and see the portrayal of some no-talent Hollywood hack. To the humans, Hades was the equivalent of the devil, for some weird dumbass reason. Granted, he was definitely a huge pain in the ass, but he was too blasé for things like evil plots to overthrow me or eating the souls of the damned.

But I'd rather be seen as an evil demon overload than what the humans saw me as; a horny frat boy with no sense in style or concept of a shave.

Not that they were entirely off, but they weren't spot on either and I was stickler for details.

"At least Thor got a better portrayal," I admitted with a shrug. Hades laughed, and fuck, it was so good to hear that again. It had been far too long since I heard his laughter. And it was thanks to that archangel that he could do this again, that he could smile, that he could sit at the same table as me, as if we were just normal brothers.

"Are you kidding me? I can't tell who's worse. The real Thor or the Hollywood version."

"What's so bad about Hollywood Thor?"

"He's too much of a pretty boy. He'd be better off working as a model."

"Models can't act?"

"They can. Just not him. And several others."

"You're so critical."

"I'm calling it how I see it. What about you? I know for a fact that you never liked Angelina Jolie while the rest of the world worships her."

"I imagine her to smell like fireball whiskey and it makes my stomach churn."

"That's it?"

"Among other things," I answered dryly. Hades smirked at that. And I couldn't help, but smile. It was so good to do this, to sit here and talk to him so normally. We weren't arguing about politics or economics. We weren't threatening each other or tearing each other down. I had no idea how much I missed this until it started up again. And I never would've known if Joxeia hadn't come along and touched a part of me that I didn't even know existed. It was a part of me that not even Hades got to see. It was specially reserved for Joxeia. It felt like the world was under my control again, my world. I wasn't perfect and I wasn't going to lie about that. Joxeia didn't. He recognized that I had done some stupid shit and would continue to do it from time to time, but the fact that I recognized it for what it was was a major step for me. Being able to see what was right and what was wrong, what was good and what was bad, and the gray area in between.

I wasn't the bad guy.

But I wasn't the good guy either.

I was chaos and I was control.

I was the thunder and the rain.

And Joxeia was my lightning.

After lunch with Hades, I let him go back to his archangel so I could depart for the palace. It was disappointing to walk in and know I couldn't go down the hallway to Joxeia's office and fuck him right there on the floor. He had a client in there right now, and he'd also made it a rule to keep the sex out of his office to keep the atmosphere, as he put it, homey. I had no idea what said home more than sex on the floor, but alright.

I left him to his business, happy he was going through with it in the first place. Joxeia was the perfect therapist. He wasn't blinded by society's rules and regulations. He didn't judge people or things based on a tinted view of creature-made morality. He saw things from the objective stance the Source that created him had. He also understood people so easily, and it was more than just being able to read their minds. He saw what they needed and how they needed it and how to help them.

It was how he saw in me what I couldn't even see.

I went upstairs and called on my private tailor to come visit. Once upon a time, Jericho, my step-brother, had thought it his duty to be there whenever I was preparing for something major, or honestly? Just to annoy the shit out of me. He was always there to leer over my shoulder, to whisper in my ear. To crush me and bring me down. He reminded me of the snake that whispered in King John's ear on that dumb children's cartoon.

But thanks to Hades's ginger demon child, that was no more.

Jericho was dead.

When the foolish nymph brought it upon himself to get further involved with the war against Atlan, trying to make sure Hades stayed under Atlan's control, Theo had taken major issue with the nymph. Apparently Jericho had used the forbidden word and Theo snapped. He'd beat Jericho to death with his bare hands and relished it before he'd used Jericho's body to capture our attention by throwing his corpse clear across the room to make a point.

I'd expected to feel some sort of guilt, pain, depression, over his death.

But I felt nothing.

If anything, a weight lifted from my shoulders. Because now I no longer felt responsible for him. I no longer felt like I had to put up a front for him and his family, to prove to them I was king. Because I was king, and I didn't have to be a sleazebag to do it.

And maybe that was one of the reasons I tolerated Theo.

My tailor arrived promptly and came to take my measurements as I stood in front of the three panel full length mirrors in my room. The tailor worked quickly and efficiently, taking my measurements and conjuring the suit effortlessly.

"And what sort of underwear will you be wearing today, my king?" The tailor asked as he laid out my suit so I could try it on. I stared down at the gorgeous suit. A beautiful sleek black with a crisp navy blue shirt, matching black slacks and perfectly shined loafers. It would be a shame to ruin it...

But imagining those sparkling rosy eyes...

I smiled.

"None today," I answered. The tailor arched a brow, but didn't stick around long enough to say anything. And thankfully, he didn't. Otherwise, I would've had his ass mounted on my wall. Of course, he was probably going to run back and tell people that the King had weird kinks. And let him talk his shit, he'd shut his mouth the moment I came around anyway. I didn't give two shits either way. Because this wasn't about him, or even me. It was about Joxeia. Joxeia loved playing games and I loved playing them with him, just to see him bright and happy, just to have him in my arms where he belonged.

I went to my office down the hallway to finish up some paperwork and to make a few phone calls before it was nearly eight. I went to the bedroom and pulled on the suit, doing up the buttons and shrugging everything into place. I went to the bathroom to slick back my hair, pausing to frown at my reflection in the mirror.

I spent way too much damn time on my hair for him to fuck it up tonight.

I don't know why it bugged me, but I just couldn't hurt him for it. If anything, it just made me want to fuck him silly. Not that I could keep up with that stamina of his.

I sighed and left the room, heading down to Joxeia's office. I listened, double checking that he was client free before I knocked softly. I opened the door and peered inside to see Joxeia sitting at his laptop, one long leg folded over the other while his delicate fingers danced across the keyboard. He had changed out of his outfit from earlier and wore a beautiful fitted suit made of deep dark burgundy material and a black button up underneath. His long white hair was done up in a high ponytail, but even then, it trailed down his back from the length.

"You look beautiful," I murmured, closing the door behind me. Joxeia looked up with a smile, those eyes gleaming as they ran from my toes all the way up to my head.

"And you look delicious," he responded. I smirked, walking over as he went back to typing.

"I just need to finish this report," he said as he typed. I nodded and just stood behind him for a moment, then turned to give him privacy, even though I'd already caught Stanton's name. His nephew, aka Death, had started seeing him recently. It pissed me off that that bratty little weasel came in here and fucked up Joxeia's day.

Joxeia was incredibly vulnerable when it came to his family. He could put on the facade of a calm and collected psychologist, but when it came to them, his heart was weak. He babied Stanton, even after all the horrible shit Stanton had said and dragged him into.

Anyone who caused trouble for Joxeia was immediately added to my can't-kill-but-totally-would-given-the-chance list. Too bad for Stanton, because he was at the top of that list along with Hades's archangel and Atlan, even though the latter was already dead. It'd be nice to bring him back for nothing more than another ass-whooping.

"How was your lunch with Hades?" Joxeia asked. I glanced at him, my hands in the pockets of my slacks. The question was innocent enough, but I wasn't stupid and no matter how much Joxeia denied it, I knew he was still jealous about my feelings for Hades.

"Fine," I answered, "It was good to sit down and talk."

"Oh?"

"Yup, he spent some time in Alaska."

"The Aurora Borealis."

"Indeed."

"Did he have fun?"

"I suppose," I mused, coming over as Joxeia shut down his laptop, and I put my hands on his shoulders, "It was just lunch, Jo."

"I know that," Joxeia replied coolly, getting up and pushing his chair in. I sighed. Great. He was angry, and one would think, how could I tell when his expression was so calm and his tone so relaxed? Because I knew Joxeia. I knew what he was like when he was angry, because I'd angered him before. And I knew how to handle it.

So I said nothing, and we teleported from the palace to the restaurant where I'd made our reservations. The waiter took us to our private room and we sat down at a round mahogany table. We had our wine poured and our orders taken in silence. I looked up to see Joxeia swirling his wine around in his glass before he took a sip, his fangs flashing in the crystal lights overhead.

"Are you going to stay pissy all night?" I asked, wanting to know ahead of time what kind of night it was going to be. Joxeia looked at me.

"I'm not pissy. Why are you being a brat?"

"I'm not being a brat. I want to know why you have to get like this every time I spend time with Hades. He's my brother, nothing more and nothing less," I responded. Joxeia's eyes darkened now.

"Are you seriously trying to lie to me?" He asked. I sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of my nose.

"I meant, that I'm not doing anything with Hades when we meet up. We just talk and I'm telling the truth. In fact... I'm not really interested in doing anything else with him," I added, feeling surprised at the admission. Joxeia stared at me. I could feel him digging around in my brain, so I let him.

Because I was telling the truth. For the first time since this relationship between Hades and I had changed, I realized I hadn't thought about fucking him a single time during our meeting. I hadn't thought of wanting to kiss him, of wanting to touch him in anyway. The meeting had been purely platonic. It was fun and a great way to relax from all those meetings this morning. I genuinely wanted to know what was going on in Hades's life.

I still loved him. I did. I probably always would. Hades was the first person who'd ever touched me gently. The first person who looked at me like I was a hero... and the first person whose heart I destroyed completely.

But Joxeia had a special place in my heart. He was different from Hades. He was different from everyone else in the world. He saw parts of me that no one got to see. Parts of me I didn't even know about. He brought out my good sides. He loved me, despite my darkness, despite my cruel idiotic mistakes. He didn't look at me and see a horny frat boy that needed to be punished. He looked at me and saw someone he loved, someone he wanted to spend the rest of his eternity with.

He was the most beautiful and powerful creature in the universe and could have anyone he wanted. The gods knew he was courted enough to have plenty of people to fall back on. But out of them all, he'd chosen me.

And I chose him.

I may not have chosen to fall in love with Hades, but I chose Joxeia. And that was what was important.

"I love you," I said and Joxeia looked at me, those rosy eyes getting dewy, like hearing me say it was making his heart ache, and his lips pursed inwards, "I love you more than anything, Joxeia. And I know it bothers you that I still see Hades, but I swear to you on my own soul, on the Source itself, on the River of Styx, that Hades and I have a completely different relationship now. I won't stop seeing him, because I want this relationship we have now to continue, but I also don't want to lose you..."

"No," Joxeia said after a moment, lowering his eyes to the table before they bounced back up to meet mine, "I don't want you to stop seeing Hades either. It would break his heart and yours. It's foolish and selfish of me to try and get between you two... It's just hard to cope with what I feel for you, Zeus. I am not accustomed to... this."

"I know. Believe me, I know. The person I love loves me back this time," I admitted and he smiled faintly, "It's rough. And I'm sorry if it makes you jealous, but I want you to know that nothing is going to happen between us, not anymore, not like that. In all my centuries, no one has been able to tame me, except you." Joxeia smiled more now, reaching across the table and I took his hand, squeezing it with mine.

"And you've given me what I've been waiting eternity for," he murmured. I felt my heart swell at that. It felt like I was going to explode. I sucked in a deep breath and took my hand away from his, reaching down to adjust myself in my pants. Joxeia's smile became knowing.

"Having some trouble there?" He asked, poking the tip of his finger against the table in a subtle gesture to indicate my groin area. I smirked at him.

"You're about to make me ruin a sixty thousand cred suit," I responded. Joxeia gave me a droll stare.

"Aw, you poor thing. Pays to have such expensive tastes, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, well, just wait until we get back."

Joxeia laughed softly. The waiter returned with our order and we ate. I couldn't stop watching the way Joxeia ate either, because just like the rest of him, it was so delicate and meticulous. Right down to the way he held his knife and fork as he sliced into his meal and drew the bite into his mouth. His lips closed down around the fork, sliding off, his tongue darting out to catch a stray droplet of juice. He chewed, jaw moving up and down before he swallowed, the sustenance sliding down his throat.

As odd as it sounded, he turned eating into some kind of seductive play. He'd flash his fangs as he bit down on the meat on the end of his fork, slide said utensil between his lips, then go back for me. Every so often that tongue would dart out across those pink lips.

Fuck, there go my brand new pants. My cock punched a fucking tent into the things, weeping against the inner lining. I reached down to adjust myself again, narrowing my eyes on Joxeia's mouth before lifting to meet those piercing eyes that watched me with a gleam of play.

"You're a little slut," I said under my breath. Joxeia smiled coyly.

"And you're a pervert," he answered. I smirked at that, then speared a piece of meat from my plate, holding it out to him on the fork. He studied it, then me, then parted his lips so I could feed him, and a shudder went through me for several reasons. His lips were sexy as they closed around my meat, and he lingered for a moment before sucking his way off the fork, licking his lips and swallowing. And then there was the fact that I was feeding him. I was providing him with a meal. I was taking care of him. It gave my inner caveman something to howl about.

Would it be totally inappropriate to jump on the table and thump my fucking chest?

Yes.

And Joxeia would cry laughing.

Joxeia went to feed me, and was not at all graceful about that, and it was totally on purpose. He held a much too large piece of meat out for me and when I tried to take it, he shoved it past my lips and I growled at him, coughing and managing to swallow.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was my meat too big for you?" Joxeia asked innocently. I glared at him, but couldn't help smirking at the same time as I wiped my lips with the napkin.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm making a solemn vow."

"You're so poetic."

"Roses are red, violets are blue, honey is sweet, and I can't wait to fuck you."

"Oh my god," Joxeia laughed, covering his mouth and leaning forward on the table, like he was trying to resist straight up bursting out into laughter and I grinned, proud that I was the one who'd brought him to this level of humor, "You are awful."

"Says the guy who made a dick joke over a piece of filet mignon," I retorted, taking a bite of my meal. Joxeia grinned.

"But it was clever, yes?"

"Oh yes, but not nearly as clever as the sound of you choking on my cock when you get a hold of it tonight."

"You're confidence is so inspiring. I hope I, too, can one day be so smooth and classy."

We laughed. We talked. We poked and prodded. We went through a full three course meal before I was positive we couldn't take it anymore. We paid the bill and teleported back to our room at the palace. The moment our feet touched the heated marble flooring, I was shoving him backwards onto the bed, where he fell with a gasp and popped back up so he could undo my pants. As he worked the zipper and belt, I tore off the jacket and my shirt, tossing them to the floor as if they didn't cost as much as a house.

The moment Joxeia's lips were around my cock, my world exploded and I roared, grabbing his hair out of its ponytail and sinking my fingers into his soft white hair, spilling myself into his mouth. He swallowed with ease, licking his lips and suckling at the tip of me, a wicked smirk on his face.

"Wow, that was a little fast there--"

"Fuck you, you little minx," I responded, tightening my grip on his hair. He laughed softly, then scaled my body, coming up to rub himself against me, his breath hot against my lips. I cupped his head in my hands and tilted him back, giving him a deep dip kiss. I lost my balance, though, and we fell back onto the bed. Joxeia burst out laughing, shoving at me to get off him and I rolled over, dragging him around so he was on top of me.

"You're so graceful," he purred, stroking me between the legs with a soft hand. I chuckled breathless and reached out, taking him into my hand and giving him a squeeze. He moaned, tilting his head back, then gasped when I inserted an already wet finger inside of him. He leaned forward, spreading himself to provide me with more access as I added another finger, lube dripping off my fingers and sliding down his crack onto my cock. I massaged, curled my fingers, suckled at a pert pink nipple. He writhed against me, moaning like he could think of nothing better, his toes curling. I removed my fingers, making him growl and grab at me, but I spun us around, throwing him down on the bed and taking the top position.

He tucked his hands under his knees, smirking at me and lifting his legs, spreading them open so I had a delicious view of all the bounty I was about to partake.

No words needed to be spoken.

The hint was taken and approved. I leaned down over top of him, positioning myself just right before I slid myself inside him. He purred, turning his head on the pillow, arching his back, swallowing me up inch by inch until I was in to the hilt. I could see his muscles twitching, the sweat rolling down his soft pale ivory skin. His breathy moans were music to my ears, his tears welling in the corners of his eyes in pleasure striking desire through me.

I started to move. The sound of our skin smacking together, the wet sounds of suction, his desperate mewling. I growled as I pumped my hips against him, leaning down low so I could capture his pretty lips with mine. I dominated his mouth and he let me. He always let me. If he didn't want it, he would stop it. And so would I. From now on, so would I.

Joxeia came with a cry, his fingernails biting into my back and yanking me closer. I groaned, my cock kicking inside him, filling him until he spilled over onto the sheets. I could feel him, feel jets of him against my abdomen, looking down to see the sticky substance drip between us. He panted helplessly, his cheeks flushed to a brilliant shade of pink considering how pale his skin was. Through hooded dewy eyes, he gazed up at me in complete and utter adoration.

"I love you, Zeus." His voice was hoarse. It was practically a whimper. I smiled, feeling a kick start in my heart.

"I love you too, Joxeia... Forevermore."

After several rounds, Joxeia finally fell asleep. He was snuggled up against me, his head on my shoulder, his arms around me, leg tucked between mine, the blankets pulled up to our chins. I held him close, still trying to catch my breath, staring up at the ceiling before my eyes slid down to Joxeia. His precious face so relaxed, so at peace, his pale skin still flushed from our activities, his long white hair falling in soft locks over my chest. I smiled, kissing his head before I settled down and closed my eyes.

Yeah. My life is pretty fucking fantastic.

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A/N: Heh, I had to do a JoxeiaXZeus. It's been awhile since we saw these two and they're just so sweet. And crazy. Nothing is complete without a dash of crazy. I hope everyone enjoyed this one-shot! I definitely had fun writing it ;)