Hades, Meet Jo.

[timeline: between Lords of the Underworld and Retribution]

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"Who the fuck are you?"

It took everything Joxeia had not to laugh out loud. But then, as a snake, he couldn't really laugh, only watch with amusement as Hades walked into his attic space in Lucifer's palace.

Jo had to admit; the Greek god cut a pretty picture— always had.

Tall and leanly muscled, a perfectly sculpted Greek face that would've been quite pretty if it wasn't distorted with a venomous snarl, skin tone a warm olive, glowing blue eyes swinging around the room. It was clear the god didn't understand why he couldn't pick up on Jo's exact location. He was used to being the most powerful one in the room and Jo had a feeling Hades would immediately become threatened by his abilities. And when Hades was threatened, he automatically reverted to survival mode, which meant Jo would have to clean up a mess.

He'd have to play with him cautiously.

You have balls to enter my room without permission. Joxeia projected to Hades, who swung around to scan the room, alarmed he couldn't pinpoint Jo's exact location.

"And you have none if you aren't going to show yourself," Hades threw back challengingly, turning slowly and scanning the dimly lit room. It was so hard to pinpoint the location of the creature that was lurking in the corners of what looked like a hoarding situation. Hades could barely tell what anything in the room was. It was just random collections of items that ranged in age, from ancient scrolls stuffed into the arms of a terracotta soldier to handmade little glass figurines lined up along a narrow window.

Hades knew what he was looking for, because he knew what he'd seen as he laid in Lucifer's bed. The moment had been so quiet, so peaceful, his arms wrapped around Lucifer in a way he'd never clung to anyone before. It was a private moment. Hades had looked up, because strangely he felt as if he were being watched, and when his eyes landed on a snake disappearing into the vent overheard, he'd felt a chill like no other.

Whatever that creature was, it was strong. Very strong.

And Lucifer hadn't seemed surprised at all when he'd brought it up the next morning.

"Hm? Oh, that's St. John," Lucifer said as he tugged his boot on, zipping it up and pausing to lift his crystal blue eyes on Hades, who was glaring at him from his blanket nest on the bed.

"Your pet snake?" Hades asked. Because that had not been a pet. He'd felt magic, a strong ancient magic that far surpassed his own and that made him nervous. The stronger a creature was, the more deadly a threat it posed to him and his own.

"He's more of a friend," Lucifer replied, zipping up his other boot and rising to his feet, "He won't hurt or bother anyone."

"He just watched us have sex last night." Translation: that fucking bothers me. Lucifer heard that underlying bite and turned to look at Hades, who glared at him from the bed. Lucifer had to keep reminding himself he was dating a predator himself. A predator who was tired of being treated like prey. While he certainly knew St. John would never hurt Hades, because if he'd wanted to, he would've done it a long time ago, Hades wasn't confident in that. Even if Lucifer reassured him.

"Perhaps you could request he mind his own business," Lucifer replied, making Hades scowl at him, "He lives here as well, Hades. I can't ask him to leave."

"Sure you can. Tell me where his room is and I'll do it," Hades answered, shoving the blankets back and rising to his feet, making Lucifer frown.

"He's not a fan of visitors."

"And I'm not a fan of being watched when I fuck. Where's his room, Lucy?" Hades demanded. Lucifer sighed. He could lie, but what was the point? St. John wasn't a fan of visitors and often retreated to his quarters in the attic to avoid socializing. And Hades was an acquired taste. In fact, now that Lucifer thought about it, St. John and Hades were very much alike, and he wasn't so sure that was a good thing. Both were defensive, insecure, and jumpy. With good reason, sure, Lucifer reminded himself, but the two of them in a room alone together?

But in the end, Lucifer could lie and Hades would learn that quickly and lose trust in him, and the last thing Lucifer wanted to do was lose Hades when he'd finally managed to settle down with him. They still had a long way to go, but it wasn't going to be easy if Lucifer lied.

So he heaved a heavy sigh.

"St. John lives in the attic," Lucifer said at last, watching with a frown as Hades snapped his fingers to dress himself, "Hades, I know it seemed invasive, but honestly, St. John means no harm. We've been friends for centuries—"

"Huh, super weird you never mentioned him once as anything more than a pet," Hades said as he headed for the door.

"Because he's," Lucifer stopped as Hades slammed the door shut behind him and the archangel sighed miserably, "Not exactly the friendliest either."

Fast forward to Hades walking around the attic, receiving no response from the supposedly all-powerful being hidden in the room. As he walked around the room, he started to notice something interesting with all the items in the room. They were all gifts. Almost everything in the room had an accompanying card or tag with messages ranging from well wishes to grateful prayers. Most of the tags had a name Hades couldn't read, and he found that fascinating. A language he couldn't understand?

He lifted one of the tags from a glass kitsune sitting in the windowsill. It was beautifully crafted with hand blown red glass tinged with white and red and black. The tag had only one thing written on it, once again that language he couldn't read. It was just sharp simple lines.

"It's not often I come across a language I don't understand," Hades said aloud, replacing the tag carefully beside the kitsune. Jo's eyes tracked the god as he walked around, studying the items in the room with the clinical fascination of a scientist. So far, the god meant no harm, despite the permanent scowl on his face. He seemed to be temporarily diverted to his collection of gifts, and he watched curiously as Hades paused in front of an open scroll on the side of a bookshelf.

"This looks Atlantean," Hades noted as he studied it, "Hard to find anything from Atlantis nowadays. Is that where you're from?" He put a finger under the scroll to gently lift it so he could study the scrawled writing there. The writing was different from the other writing he'd seen, in that he could actually read some Atlantean, but he saw a familiar scrawled word at the bottom of the page.

"Your name in Atlantean is just written here as Jo," he mused, lowering the scroll and turning to scan the room again, "Is that short for St. John or is there more to you?" Once again, Jo refused to respond. He wasn't going to jump out and scare the god, or play games. He wanted to watch the Greek god to see how he handled not being worshiped.

Like most gods, Jo learned, Hades was arrogant. It made sense; he was powerful, and he'd fought long and hard for his power. Jo wasn't going to deny that Hades had bite to back up his bark, but there was only so much Hades could do before he met a much bigger, much scarier dog.

And Jo was about to make Hades feel like a Chihuahua.

Are you learning from invading my personal space? Jo projected to Hades, who turned at the voice in his head, but he couldn't locate the fucking source. He heard the creature's voice in his head clear as day, but he couldn't see the bastard. This creature was strong enough to read his mind, strong enough to hide his presence, and strong enough to not feel threatened. Despite his snarky responses, the creature sounded calm. Hades didn't like the idea of being stalked by someone this relaxed, because a relaxed predator meant a confident predator.

"How about you come out here and we discuss your peeping?" Hades asked instead. Jo resisted the urge to snort. Damn, this god was very good at avoiding questions, very good at deflecting. It reminded him of someone from the past so much, he couldn't resist projecting laughter to Hades's mind. The Greek god stopped. He wasn't expecting to hear laughter, projected laughter to boot. The creature wanted him to know he was amused.

"What's so funny about watching someone get dicked down?" Hades inquired tightly, pausing to open a book of spells before slamming it shut as a clawed finger seemed to reach out of the pages. He'd never seen a book like that before, but the creature didn't seem disturbed by his discovery, or his questions.

You'll have to forgive me. I'm very suspicious of anyone Lucifer takes to his bed.

"What are you, a jealous ex-girlfriend?" Hades asked with an eye roll as he approached a cluttered desk. Piles of old papers, yellowed with age, to crusty curled scrolls, small statues of gods and angels, and on the wall just above the desk was a small collection of photographs. Some were clearly taken from memory given the vivid imagery, but slightly washed out colors. He recognized an image of Raven as a child, sitting on the edge of a counter with a band-aid on his cheek and knee, a sheepish smile on his face. Another image of what appeared to be a child version of Jaques, which threw Hades off. Jaques was the eldest. This photo had to be ancient, but the image was still so well-preserved of the eldest Luciferian child, sitting on a tree stump with a tarot spread in front of him and the biggest goofiest little smile that Hades didn't think possible on the kid.

If any of Lucifer's children still wanted Hades to choke, it was Jaques, and Hades accepted it without complaint. He was new to Jaques's life and not everyone welcomed newness. Plus, could he really fault the kid for hating him? He didn't exactly have a good track record, especially when it came to his own children. If anything, he felt like Jaques was the smartest of all the children for finding him so suspicious. Jaques reminded him of what Cerberus could've been if he wasn't such a hyperactive knucklehead.

Not that Hades would change Cerberus for the world.

His son was smiling now.

I am a guardian, protecting my family, Jo projected to Hades, who blinked and looked up when he realized he'd gotten lost in thought. It made him wary that this creature could read his mind with minimal effort. In fact, he barely felt the other creature slip the message in. That made him nervous.

"So am I," Hades said at last, turning to scan the room one last time, "And I need to know exactly what I'm getting myself into with Lucifer, especially if he's friends with something like you."

I would have to share the sentiment, godling.

"Kind of an asshole to call an ancient god a godling," Hades commented sourly. He couldn't remember the last time someone called him a godling, a god who was very, very young. He hadn't felt young in years, so exactly how old was this other creature to be calling him young?

You are very, very young in comparison to me, Jo projected, making Hades narrow his eyes, but, no, I suppose you've earned the title god... I just like watching the great Hades squirm.

"You're the one who's going to be squirming when I get my hand around your—"

Not exactly a good way to encourage me to face you if you're going to continuously threaten me. And, mind you... Lucifer also loves me. The creature said. Hades stopped at that. Lucifer loved him? Had he said as much? This creature said it so simply, like a fact, and it gave Hades pause. He was still trying to learn that word, love. If Lucifer loved this creature, did that mean he didn't love Hades? Or did he love them both? Was that possible? Was there room in Lucifer's heart and soul for someone else?

Hades wouldn't admit it aloud, especially to the other creature, but his mind, his anxiety, took what the creature had said and ran with it.

No, that's impossible. He can't love both of us, which means he loves this creature more than he loves me. And why should that surprise me? Someone else always comes first. The thought sat like a heavy block of ice in Hades's gut as he stared at the photos above the desk, his eyes landing on one of Lucifer. A professionally done painting of Lucifer in a black and white warrior's battlesuit, but his wings were tucked in tight, always hidden. The angel really was beautiful, Hades noted wistfully, brushing the tips of his fingers delicately over the oil canvas painting.

The artist had beautifully captured Lucifer's long loose waves, the determined glint in his sapphire blue eyes, the dips and curves of muscles Hades had explored for hours. Even the soft corner of his mouth was done well, a soft corner Hades found himself nibbling on occasion to encourage a kiss without saying a word.

Someone else always comes first. The thought echoed in Hades's mind.

And Jo heard it.

His words had had the effect he thought they would, because despite never having met the Greek god personally. He wanted to see exactly what his words would bring from the Greek. Perhaps rage, jealousy, fury, the likes of which Jo had only had visions of. And yet he was curiously surprised when the Greek god seemed to practically give up. Those glowing blue eyes seemed to actually dim as they gazed at a portrait of Lucifer Jo had done for him just a century earlier.

There he was, Jo thought as he studied Hades's sad blue eyes, the dent in his scowl that said he was very hurt to think Lucifer didn't love him. This was the Hades that was hidden beneath the bravado, the one that was curled up and lonely and scared and tired. In that moment, Jo saw all the hardships the god had had to endure to survive to this point. From growing up in a toxic wasteland designed to kill its inhabitants to being traumatized by his entire family left and right. It would be an understatement to say Hades hadn't gone through a lot.

Jo had, on a couple occasions, been brought to tears from the images the Source sent him to show him its plan. He couldn't understand why Hades had to endure such misery and woe, but the Source willed it and he had no choice, but to idly watch as Hades was hit again and again and again until the god seemed to surrender to his misery. He was becoming bitter and angry. He lashed out because he was tired of being hurt first. If he got the jump on everyone around him, he came out the winner; he came out safe.

Lucifer was the first creature Hades dared to give his heart to. Jo, while he wouldn't tell Hades, had watched them make love plenty of times. He watched them hold each other, watched Hades fall asleep at his laptop and Lucifer would come in, cover him with a blanket or curl up beside him, and the two would sleep in such peace. Hades liked the softness, the kindness, the pure unadulterated love and affection. He was a starved male in the desert, desperate for someone to give him something.

And now he was scared again. He could see Hades struggling to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart, trying to stuff it back into hiding.

"I said Lucifer also loves me," Jo said, making Hades blink and jerk his head up, "Not only me." Jo allowed his snake form to shed its skin as he stepped out from behind a wardrobe sitting crooked near the bathroom door.

Hades wasn't expecting to see a full humanoid creature. He was expecting to see the albino snake from earlier, or maybe a larger version of it. The creature that came into the light was a little jarring, to say the least. The moment he appeared, Hades felt the oppressive weight of the creature's power and magic. The creature was tall, nearly on par with him thanks to a pair of black ankle boots with a heel. Long hair as white as snow and eyes the signature pinkish-red of an albino, skin so white it was nearly translucent. He wasn't dressed like a powerful creature either. He was dressed more like a model that worked for Demonic Fashion, chic cardigan that fell down to his knees, distressed skinny jeans, and a cable-knit turtleneck sweater.

Actually, Hades noted, he almost looked like a therapist just waiting for someone to come jump on his comfy chaise lounge to talk about trauma.

"Who are you?" Hades demanded, taking a small conspicuous step back. The weight of the power radiating off this creature was unsettling. He'd never felt anything like this. This creature put Rhea and Cronus to shame. There was something raw and savage, despite his discount psychiatrist get-up. Those reddish eyes had seen things Hades couldn't even begin to imagine.

To be honest, he was intimidated.

"You can call me St. John," Jo replied coolly, approaching the bedpost of his bed to fold his hands there on the mahogany.

"What are you?" Hades asked, unable to keep his eyes off the creature as he studied him. Despite his almost demure and delicate appearance, something told him if he made the first move, he'd find himself facedown with his innards coming out. There was a deadly calm to the creature, and yet that swirling power made Hades nervous. This thing wasn't just your average petstore ball python.

"I am a mere demon," Jo answered. Hades narrowed his eyes.

"Bullshit," he stated. Jo smirked, his eyebrow twitching because, yes, he understood Hades and he understood why Lucifer adored him, but goddamn he could not shake how much he hated that tone of voice. Maybe it was the god's intelligence that intimidated Jo, or the fact that he was certainly a powerful and mighty being for a god, but he was too close to the family.

And Jo, for all intents and purposes, was the guardian of the Luciferian family.

Which made Hades a threat.

"I am," Jo repeated, making Hades curl his lip, "I have no ill intentions, towards you or anyone else. I am simply guarding my family."

"And you're part of Lucifer's family," Hades said after a moment, watching as Jo pushed off the bedpost and began to walk a circle around the Greek. Hades had never felt more like one of his experiments than he did in that moment, his eyes latched onto Jo as the supposed demon circled him to examine him.

"Indeed," Jo said, pausing to study Hades's backside as the god tensed. Hades's muscles rippled under his AC/DC band t-shirt, like he was revving the engine of a car for a street race. He was preparing himself for a fight. Jo could see it in the way Hades seemed to rise on his toes a bit more, testing the chunky heel of his big gothic boots. He watched the cords in Hades's neck tighten, listened to the god's heart rate pick up.

And his eyes traveled down to where Hades was sporting an impressive hard-on.

It brought a smile to Jo's lips, and Hades noticed immediately, keeping his back turned to the demon as he glared over his shoulder at him with sharp glowing blue eyes.

"Don't worry," Jo said gently, putting space between him and the god as he turned to face him fully, "I won't touch you without consent. Plus, that's not really your fault. It's simply a natural response to being in the presence of a primordial." Hades blinked, then glared at him.

"So you're a god."

"No," Jo replied, making Hades scowl, "I am a demon."

"Your powers are far beyond that of a demon."

"Indeed. I'm a very special demon," Jo replied as he walked back around to stand at his balcony doors that looked out over the Black Sea. Hades watched him, curiously now.

"What species?"

"Primordial. Is there an echo in here?" Jo asked. Hades glared.

"That doesn't give me much information."

"Well, I'm not here to answer all of your questions," Jo replied casually, then walked over to an overstuffed armchair with little figurines of a wolf pack running along the arm. He plopped down, folded one leg over the other, and gently folded his hands on his knee, watching Hades, who scowled at him.

Hades was confused, and he didn't feel that often, so it pissed him off.

"You came because you wanted to know who I was, how I affect your relationship with Lucifer," Jo said, making Hades frown slowly, "You're also threatened by my level of power, which means you feel fear for your sons, and Hades, allow me to assure you that in no way do I wish to bring harm to your children, or Lucifer's. If you do intend to be a part of Lucifer's family, then that includes myself, which means that from now on, you can rely on me to protect you and yours."

Hades couldn't fake his surprise even if he tried.

He'd come up here with the intention to fight, honestly. He was ready to get down and dirty to prove that he was the sheriff in town, that Lucifer's heart and soul were his. He didn't expect the creature to extend a hand.

That made him suspicious.

"Why," Hades asked, making Jo cock his head, "Surely I'm in your way if Lucifer loves you so much." Jo smiled.

"Hades, I know you're quite new to love, but don't be silly. The heart is a big and powerful thing. It has an endless capacity for love. Lucifer can easily love us both, in different ways, just as he loves his children in a different way than he loves me. Do you get what I'm saying?" He had to make sure. Hades was a big powerful badass, that was certain, but when it came to emotional regulation and accountability, the god was severely lacking.

Hades wasn't sure how to grapple with that information. He understood love, but at the same time, there was a part of him that just wanted to stick with the little handful of crumbs he had, because if he got too greedy, he had a feeling the universe would take them all away from him.

But if he had Lucifer's love, it was like Jo said; it came as a package deal. He wasn't just falling in love with Lucifer, but his children, his grandchildren, and apparently, St. John. He wasn't sure he wanted to juggle all over that. Was there such a thing as too much love?

"No," Jo said, making Hades blink, then glare at him for reading his mind and Jo smiled, "Sorry, your voice is very loud and it carries when it's just the two of us here, but no, there is no such thing as too much love, Hades. I'm not telling you to abandon us, to abandon Lucifer. I'm simply telling you that your world is going to change drastically and running away from it is only going to make it crumble. Why run and let it fall into ruin when you can embrace it and take the steps you need to, to move forward? To find happiness?"

"Because, for every person I love, I will lose ten more," Hades snapped, making Jo cock his head, "I'm not here for a therapy session, asshole. I'm here because I need to know if you're going to keep sticking your fucking nose where it doesn't belong, which happens to be the bedroom I share with Lucifer." Jo smiled.

"I'm only observing."

"That's called being a pervert."

"It's so funny how the younger generations immediately jump into accusations and rage without pausing to consider that maybe not everyone has the same fucked up point of view as you do," Joxeia said with a chuckle, making Hades glare as the demon rose to his feet again and went to peer out the balcony windows again. Outside, the clouds were clearing, giving way to a bright warm sun that spilled out onto the dark waters below, casting sparkles and glitters throughout the room.

"Although, I have to be honest," Jo admitted with a shrug, "You're very good with that big mouth of yours." Hades blinked, then cocked his head as he watched the demon casually go pour himself some tea from a clear glass kettle on a small burner. He knew exactly what the demon was saying and he resisted the urge to get flustered, because he had a feeling the demon was trying to fluster him.

"What, imagining giving Lucifer head?" Hades responded heatedly. Jo laughed lightly as he stirred his spoon around in his teacup three times clockwise, three times counterclockwise.

"No, actually," Jo said, unable to wipe the amused smile off his face as he turned to Hades, "I was imagining my cock stuffed down your throat while you choke on my cum." Of course, his words had the desired effect and he really couldn't stop smiling now as the god stared at him, clearly caught off guard by the vulgarity.

He definitely wasn't expecting the demon to flirt with him. Or was this considered flirting? Hades wasn't sure considering he hadn't done much of that himself. Or was it a proposition? Was Jo trying to make some kind of deal with him?

"What, like sucking a micro-peen would be so hard?" Hades asked him, hoping to antagonize the demon, except all he got in response was a soft sipping sound as Jo put his lips to this teacup and peered over the rim at him like he was bored.

"Are you trying to make a deal with me," Hades demanded, approaching him in annoyance now and Jo just smiled at him over his teacup, "Spit it the fuck out. I can't stay with Lucifer unless I'm willing to suck your cock?"

"Oh, please, as if you'd ever..." Jo's voice trailed, because now he was the one caught off guard as Hades walked right up to him and dropped down on his knees with such fluidity that Jo was actually speechless for a second and looked around to see if maybe the Source was playing games with him.

Except— nope. Nope, this was definitely real, because he watched as Hades yanked his jeans open and kept shoving his cardigan out of the way like he was about to physically fight the material. Jo absentmindedly slid his cardigan off his arms to the floor, still managing to balance his teacup in his hands as Hades roughly undid his jeans. He could've easily told the god to stop, no more games, get the fuck out, be gone. Hell, if he really wanted to, he could just teleport Hades away, but instead, he found himself curiously watching as Hades drew him out of his underwear, only to pause.

A slow smile crept across Jo's lips as he watched Hades's brief hesitation with his cock, clearly not expecting it to be as big as it was.

"What was that about a micro-peen?" Jo asked. Hades raked a hand through his silky black hair and it fell haphazardly over his shoulder, his bangs swept across those glowing blue eyes that stayed locked above. Without a word, Hades opened his mouth and took St. John into his mouth.

He immediately waited to be disgusted, because this seemed like a manipulative game to him, one he was willing to play as long as he had an ally. Except he felt the quivers, felt the trembling in St. John's legs the moment he slid his mouth around that impressive cock.

Did this guy just sexually taunt him just to melt? If he didn't know any better, he'd say the demon hadn't had sex in a while. There was almost a breathlessness to him now as he glared up at the demon, whose lips slid open with a silent moan.

Jo stared.

What the fuck.

There was no way this was happening. Where was his voice? Where was the almighty power he was just dangling over this asshole's head? He definitely needed to stop this. Lucifer would be furious, because despite sharing lovers in the past, St. John had a feeling that Hades was on a different level. There was no way Lucifer would want him to put his hands on Hades.

Except he wasn't putting hands on Hades, technically, right?

In fact, his teacup was still in his hands as Hades managed to choke down another inch of him. Jo had to admit, he was a little impressed by Hades's gumption. When the Greek god put his mind to something, he really didn't hesitate. His lips were wet and stretched wide around the demon's cock, eyes narrowed in concentration, his throat bulging as he tried to take every last inch to no avail.

In the end, Hades couldn't fit that big loud mouth of his around the demon's cock. If he tried any further, he'd definitely be choking and he was already struggling to get air in through his nostrils. He was filled with an interesting smell, because honestly, he'd expected the demon to be just as fucking musty as the rest of the room, but there was a sweet taste to him. Almost like his cock was made for someone's mouth. Sweet and soft and... maybe something akin to licorice?

He pulled his head back, sliding his tongue along the underside of the demon's head, peering up with a glare as he watched those reddish-pink eyes remain glued to him. The worst part was that stoic stare. No gasps, no moans, no mewling, not the way he expected. He was just being watched.

He worked his tongue around his head, applying pressure with the tip of his tongue to the sensitive slit at the tip, and he was rewarded with nothing more than a happy sigh. His eyes blinked up again for just a second, just in time to catch a twitch in that brow. Like the demon was struggling to maintain his composure, and Hades felt a jolt of triumph at that. So much for the all-powerful primordial demon.

"You know, Hades," Jo paused as a sliver of pleasure rocketed down to his groin and he bit his lip to resist cumming right then and there, "I think I like you better with your mouth full." He peered down and gave a breathless laugh at those piercing glowing blue eyes glaring up at him.

Oh, that was somehow very exciting.

The almighty powerful Hades with his big mouth running a hundred miles an hour now sat on his knees, slightly spread apart to present a pitched tent, and that stupid mouth wrapped snugly around his cock. Jo couldn't resist groaning now, but kept his hands on his teacup, enjoying the little balancing act as he tried not to spill on top of Hades's head.

It was taking everything in his power not to cum. It'd been a hot second since he'd been in bed with someone, anyone, even himself. The Titan return had kept him very busy, very on his toes as he tried to dance to the Source's tune while trying to protect his family. In the end, he had maybe a minute to rub one out before Hades moved his ass into the palace.

It put Jo on alert. Again, he knew about Hades, but he'd never met the god. For all he knew, the trauma Hades had experienced turned him into a monster. And while the god's mouth could surely destroy even the stoutest of spirits, the god was strangely harmless. He never went poking around in search of destruction or pain and misery. He just kind of moved around like a ghost, quick and quiet, unless someone caught him and then he was back at it with that mouth of his.

In the months that followed the Titan return to subjugation, Jo had the interesting task of spying on Hades, trying to figure him out. What did he want with Lucifer? What did he want with the family? What was his purpose? Gods didn't do things without a reason, especially Greek gods.

Jo recalled the saying, beware the Greeks bearing gifts?

Except Hades didn't come with a gift. Although, he knew the god would argue that he himself was the gift. But honestly, he didn't. He came empty-handed, empty-hearted. A deep buried instinct in Jo begged him to open his arms to the Greek. It was an instinct long buried, buried with the realm he once called home. It was almost familial. In a frustrating way, Hades reminded him of... his brother, and it made his heart scream and bleed.

There was the conflicting emotions of wanting to hold Hades to comfort him, wanting to care for him like a brother, wanting to fuck him like a lover, and wanting to beat the shit out of him like a rival.

Hades was probably going to be the best, if not the worst, thing that had ever happened to him.

Hades's mouth was hurting. His lips were sore, his throat was sore, his tongue was getting tired of swirling and dancing. He'd never had a blowjob last so long. Lucy was always happy to cum and move onto his favorite part of their nighttime plays. But Jo seemed to be stuck on just watching him, holding that fucking teacup just over his head, almost like he was teasing the god. Because immortal or not, hot tea on the head would fucking hurt.

But he was more frustrated that Jo wasn't cumming yet.

What the fuck was this guy's problem? He'd been the one to initiate it with his suggestion, Hades noted with irritation. This was what the guy had wanted, right? Or had he misread the signals?

No, he was pretty sure he knew what give me a blowjob sounded like.

Or was the demon purposely putting it off?

Was he changing his mind?

A pretty rotten time to change your mind, Hades thought in irritation. Except the demon wasn't stopping him. He seemed to be lost in thought, which just pissed Hades off more. Seriously, the asshole was going to take the time now to determine what to do?

For an almighty demon, he was strangely indecisive.

He didn't know what to make of the demon. He felt the power crackle off him in a way that reminded him of the Beast curse. Not in its chaotic nature, but in its age. And the Beast curse was ancient, really ancient. So that meant this demon was just as old, if not older.

So why was he choking up now? He clearly hadn't expected Hades to just drop and suck him off, which got Hades the exact reaction he wanted; surprise. He didn't see it on the demon's face, but his frozen nature was clue enough that he wasn't expecting Hades to actually drop down.

So if that was the case... What the fuck were they doing?

No sooner had the thought passed through his mind when a moment later, he felt a rush of hot fluid spurt into his mouth and down his throat. He choked, because it felt like it just kept coming. This creature definitely wasn't a normal fucking demon. The way he spilled down Hades's throat and on his face as Hades withdrew, he would've pegged the guy as an incubus. He felt the slimy remnants sticking to his face and hair, dribbling down his chin, his lips still parted as more drooled off the end of his tongue and onto the floor.

He looked up, cutting Jo another glare as the demon looked down at him with a pleasant smile. Except his brow twitched.

"Hades... welcome to the Luciferian family," the demon said and vanished abruptly. Hades blinked, then shot to his feet, reaching for his shirt to wipe his face, only to pause when he saw a neatly folded towel appear by a little note on the edge of the dresser. He snatched up the towel to clean his face, then peered at the note with narrowed eyes.

Also I will do my best to avoid your quarters from now on... for the most part.

P.S thanks for the blowjob.

Hades curled his lip, throwing the note on the floor and glaring around the room. He could still feel the demon's presence, but once more, couldn't locate him in the room at all.

"Fuck you, asshole, that wasn't free! I want you out of our room, period!" He was silent for a moment, looking around in expectation for a response, but received nothing. And that meant he was standing there like an idiot with a raging boner, completely unattended to. The least the demon could've done was return the favor. Now that'd be something to hold over his head.

Clearly the demon was flustered and needed to get away. He was at least pleased with that much, but now he'd have to hunt Lucifer down for a round to occupy himself.

With an angry scoff, a kick at the wardrobe, and a shove at a mannequin that fell over, Hades stormed out of the attic, slamming the door shut behind him.

From his perch above the balcony doors, hidden amongst figurines and scarves and hats, Joxeia watched with his head cocked.

Hm. Perhaps having more connections with the Greeks will pay off...

We'll see.

Hades rubbed at his ear. He swore he could still hear that demon's voice lurking in the back of his head. He shook it before he threw open the door to Lucifer's bedroom.

The archangel had been lounging on the end of the bed, one leg hanging off the end as he chewed on the end of a stylus pen he was using for his tablet. He looked up when the door banged open, then paused to drink in the sight of his lover as he strode across the room to him.

"How'd it go with St. Jo—" Lucifer grunted as Hades pinned him down on the bed with a harsh kiss, causing his tablet to go flying across the floor and the stylus to sail through the air before falling back down on the back of Hades's head. Hades cursed, pulling away to rub the back of his head, throwing the stylus into the fireplace, making Lucifer roll his eyes before looking up at his lover, who turned back to him with blue eyes glowing.

"If you don't fuck me in the next ten seconds, I'm going to go back up there and demand a refund," Hades growled, making Lucifer laugh a little, then groan as Hades connected their lips roughly. He managed to catch Hades against him comfortably, laying back on the bed as Hades moved his lips to his neck, roughly sucking and biting, clearly pissed off.

"He has that effect on people," Lucifer said after a moment, referring to the sexual appetite as Hades seated himself comfortably over his groin. He grunted as Hades ground himself down on top of him, his eyes narrowed.

"Did you know that when you sent me there?" He rolled his hips particularly hard down on Lucifer's cock and the angel groaned, reaching back to grab onto the pillow.

"Yeah," Lucifer managed breathlessly, "But he doesn't usually act on it—"

"He let me suck his cock," Hades stated and Lucifer peered up at him, trying to catch his breath as Hades rolled his hips. He was having difficulty concentrating, but did he just hear that right? St. John let Hades touch him? He found that almost impossible to believe. If he recalled, St. John wasn't exactly Hades's biggest fan and he was selective about who he let touch him.

Also, was Hades forgetting something?

Lucifer growled low in his throat and Hades gasped as Lucifer spun them around so Hades was the one pinned to the bed under Lucifer, who stared down at the god with hungry eyes.

"Hades," Lucifer began calmly, moving his hand down toward Hades's jean protected tent and wrapping his hand around that bulge and Hades groaned, "Are you forgetting that I'm not a huge fan of sharing?" Hades looked amused.

"What're you going to do about it?" He challenged. Honestly, he expected Lucifer to get angry. He dealt with plenty of possessive assholes in his life. Except Lucifer didn't hit him, or threaten to kill Jo. He watched Lucifer undo his jeans, freeing his erection with a hum of contentedness. He ran his finger along from base to tip as Hades moaned, slumping back against the bed.

"I'm going to show you how much better I am," Lucifer purred, then parted his lips and Hades tilted his head back, gasping as the angel swallowed him whole. He squeezed his eyes shut and sank a hand down into Lucifer's thick soft mane of golden waves.

No, Hades decided with a sigh to hide the smile tickling the corners of his lips.

No, he had a feeling he liked Lucifer a lot more than St. John.

In fact... He liked Lucifer a lot.

Hm. What a scary thought.

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A/N: Made some last minute edits that I hope cleared things up :)