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Qin Shi Huang shifts comfortably on the cushioned seat of his throne where he sits criss-crossed and stares down at the Greek god who has taken a knee at the bottom of the steps.
More than two thousand years have passed without a single trespasser inside Qin's Mausoleum since it was buried by his successors. Not even a single vengeful spirit has dared to pay a visit.
This isn't a coincidence. It's by his majesty's design with over eight thousand terracotta warriors armed to the teeth and ready to defend their emperor- spread out across his kingdom's vast territory of over 20 square miles to provide protection and ensure order to the hundreds of workers, artisans, and other subjects under his rule.
So it doesn't come as a surprise that the visitor who suddenly just appeared in his palace is a result of his first exploit in over two thousand years.
There's only one Ragnarok participant who would have the means of finding him. And it's the god he killed- none other than Hades, King of Helheim.
His gaze slides along the powerful bident laying parallel on the floor with interest and reverence. Just like how Hades looked at him all those weeks, months, possibly even years ago- Qin isn't sure. Time bleeds together in the Mausoleum.
A depraved longing resurfaces in his chest as he notices the two sharpened ends glinting in the soft, flicking glow of cauldron flames. Vivid imagery flashes to the forefront of his mind before he can stop it- his forces locked in bloody conflict to conquer Hades's domain in the Underworld, himself surrounded by scores of fallen adversaries.
A horribly absurd, unrealistic notion even in relation to his dying aspirations for immortality. He likes to think he'd be able to stand his ground without Volundr, but truthfully knows he could have easily lost the match if the Valkyrie girl hadn't been there.
How irritating that Ragnarok renewed his ambition to fight and to win, something he's been trying to suppress for the better part of a couple millennia. His people experienced so much violence and bloodshed during their lifetimes, and he'll do anything to ensure their peace in the afterlife.
That means no outsiders. Qin will simply indulge his own whims long enough to hear what the god has to say and then promptly remove him from his Mausoleum.
He props an elbow on his knee, chin resting delicately on the back of his gold-adorned fingers, easily putting on an air of control and nonchalance for the guards standing stiffly in the room. Their stations have been long observed as mandatory in his court. However, he can't actually have a meaningful exchange with Hades while they're present.
Moreover, they'd just get in the way or be casualties if the god was actually planning to enact revenge during his visit.
"Leave us," Qin orders sharply, waving the guards and attendants out with a couple fingers. They silently bow and file out to the hallway post-haste, closing the door behind them.
With his retainers handled, he's able to freely study the King of Helheim kneeling on the ground to his heart's content. His blindfold may be in place, blocking out the details of his surroundings, but he can still appreciate the steady qi radiating from the other man and trace along the hard lines of Hades's body. Strong enough to command the creatures of the underworld and intimidating enough to put other gods in their place with a mere look.
"Permission to speak, Greatest King of Men?" Hades eventually breaks the silence, and Qin knows the god is already humoring him.
"Hǎo, proceed," he nods, subconsciously raising his chin to match the arrogant tone Hades has decided to lead with for their unplanned reunion.
"A few of the humans talked amongst themselves sometime after you left the ending ceremonies. They wanted to revive your fallen as part of their victory. Zeus took the opportunity to negotiate bringing back several of the gods, including his close brothers- Poseidon and myself."
His voice is rich and laced with something Qin can only interpret into suspicion as Hades explains the mystery of his apparent revival.
Overly considerate and deceptively reassuring, it washes over Qin's nerves in an unsettling way. Leaving his jaw tense and mouth twisting downwards in distrust. Because the upfront explanation might be a purposeful sign of transparency, but Qin is intimately familiar with the tone of deceit after a life full of political turmoil- including a failed coup and two assassination attempts.
"Since none of the messengers, not even Hermes, were able to reach you and deliver the information, I decided to come pay a visit for myself," Hades rises from the ground and moves closer. "We are technically adjacent to the underworld here after all-"
"Stop where you are," Qin interrupts, placing a palm out. He doesn't bother raising his voice to alert the men outside, he can handle this alone. "Tell me why you actually came here."
"Aw, don't be like that," Hades tuts. "But alright, very well, I'm here because I don't like to leave business unfinished. Plenty of spirits from your time have passed through Helheim, so I'm sure you understand," he states with a reference to the hundreds of thousands of lives eliminated under his unification and rule, flicking a hand out for emphasis as he ignores the other king's orders and walks up to stand in front of him. He looks down at Qin with a bemused grin. "You're bored in your perfect little Mausoleum, are you not? I'm sure that's why you joined Ragnarok, right?"
Qin blinks, unsure where Hades is going with the topic change.
"I accepted the invite to protect my kingdom, my people. The type of threat matters not, it's my honor to respond," Qin asserts with an easy self-assured grin regardless of the doubt stirring below the surface. He hasn't figured out what Hades is getting at yet concerning unfinished business, but he suspects it's drawing close to the time where he needs to be removed- by force if necessary.
"We both know you're only partially telling the truth, you prideful King," Hades corrects and Qin is careful not to react to such an allegation as he bites down on the urge to put the god in the ground again.
"It's been my honor to compete against you, and an even larger one to receive your visit, my friend," he grins broadly, deliberately stepping over whatever Hades is scheming. "Allow me to personally escort you out now."
He moves to stand and is swiftly intercepted. Hades's hand locks over his wrist like a bronze shackle, and the other plants itself on the back of Qin's throne to box him in. Of course, that's really no concern because Qin can just raise his wrist up in the same way he did to fling that hulking god from the VIP section into the wall.
Except, when he does that... it doesn't work. His wrist doesn't move and Hades's grip squeezes gently as if to mock him.
"What worked on Ares won't work on me," Hades explains, as if he's reading Qin's mind, and with a teasing lilt in his voice that makes Qin feel like he's being out-maneuvered. He tries to wrench his arm free to no avail.
"Of course, I'd show myself out if you truly wanted me to leave. But I know what you're capable of and this show of force is so puny that- if I may, you want me to stay, don't you?" Hades continues, voice dropping to a condescending whisper against Qin's ear and leading him to decide that enough is enough.
"Quite persistent you are, suppose the Greek gods still haven't learned how to stop while they're ahead?" he huffs out and uncrosses his legs, planting them against the ground for leverage so he can get up and finally shove Hades off.
They rock forwards with the momentum-
And then Hades regains control and drops a knee between Qin's thighs on the large seat- roughly pushing him down against the back of the throne with his wrist still captured.
Qin slowly exhales around the startled blockage in his throat and lets his eyes drift upwards.
The god has always been a bit taller than him, but the shockingly considerable difference was never apparent until now when Qin is forced to crane his neck to the side at an unnatural angle to see him.
"Tsk, tsk, we know you can do better than that," Hades chides.
"This is your last warning to leave at once," Qin openly threatens the god caging him in now. And despite his current disadvantage, a wry grin slices across his face as he pointedly comments, "Unless you'd like the gods to lose their esteemed older brother again."
"My dearest emperor, I remain unconvinced of your resolve. That said, I suppose I can grant your wish if you give me something in return," Hades suddenly concedes and his mocking expression morphs into that same look of fond approval that Qin had- that he still felt strangely proud of earning during their fight.
Despite his best efforts to forget, he can still remember with perfect clarity the intensity of Hades's voluntary recognition and praise. And his own glowing elation of being seen by a proud equal. Qin is well aware he's worthy, but for someone else to acknowledge it...
A moment of silence passes as he considers his options.
He's pretty sure that the cryptic "unfinished business" Hades came looking for is actually a rematch that Qin yearns for, but can't give him on principle of his kingly duties. And if so, there's really no choice to be made. Even at the expense of his pride and under the concerning pressure of a god's undivided attention.
Which brings him to the next question- if fighting is removed from the equation, what else would Hades want? And for what reason is he doubting he doesn't have the faintest idea of what a god leering over him could possibly mean?
His fingers curl in anticipation of where this might be going.
"I won't risk my empire in a duel, what will satisfy you instead?" Qin asks in a shallow breath because Hades is hovering right there and has a new kind of intent rolling off him in waves. He can't decide if feigning ignorance would preserve his dignity or if it would be akin to running away. But he knows that great kings don't back down.
So when Hades answers by closing the distance between them, Qin doesn't hesitate to meet him in the middle and capture the other king's lips in a kiss-
A violent one where teeth crash into his and a hand comes behind his neck to prevent him from pulling away- nothing like the kisses shared with his gentle concubines. It's the adrenaline rush of suffocation and a vying need to come out on top. He finds himself trying to push the god's slippery tongue out of his mouth. The only familiarity here is the feeling of soft lips moving against his chapped ones.
By the time Hades pulls back, Qin's lips are wet with spit and his face and neck feel impossibly hot. Excitement buzzes in his skin, making him feel alive again for the first time since Ragnarok. He absentmindedly runs his tongue across his teeth in an attempt to reclaim them.
"Hermes said you enjoyed our honey water, but I didn't realize you took some back with you," Hades smirks knowingly. "Suppose this means I should be proud of my brothers for honoring the individual winners of the competition with such thoughtfulness."
"Again," Qin interrupts between small pants.
"Excuse me?"
"I want to compete," he responds automatically and buries his fists in Hades's shirt collar to drag him back down, because he is the greater king between the two of them and his whims are not to be taken lightly or denied.
Hades lets it happen like the accommodating king he is, chuckling lightly around teeth and tongue into Qin's mouth. This time Qin doesn't let Hades hold the upper hand over him, this time he bites at Hades's lower lip hard enough to taste iron and paints the blood across the god's teeth with his tongue before it dissipates. He fights back and Hades is more than willing to engage.
A hand grabs at his jaw as another roams lower against the cloud-like cut out of his top that exposes his lower abdomen. They're both cool to the touch, grounding him in the moment, and he shivers- subconsciously pressing into them.
Hades pulls back.
"That's why I came to visit, my dear Emperor. I knew you would," Hades says, hovering just far away enough to take in the slowly unraveling king, pleased to catch Qin straining upwards in an attempt to chase after him.
His mouth is parted around little puffs of hot breath, with lips as red as the tattoo trailing down his face.
And Hades grins as the king appears to mentally play back his self-incrimination declaration and actions, watching as his throat bobs, jaw clicking shut and lips pressing together in a flimsy attempt to regain composure. It's shaped more like a grimace than the self-possessed expression Qin seems to have a habit of donning on when facing down conflict. Looks like Hades wasn't wrong when he implied Qin still wanted to fight, not that it was difficult with how brightly the human shone in the dark Netherworld arena.
"And you're not the only one either," the god follows up tactfully, just to allay any reservation Qin might have after being called out. Because this is just the beginning and there's more than one way he can carry out his revenge.
Part of Hades wants to remove the blindfold and expose the wondrous eyes beneath. He's sure they're well on their way to beautifully dilating by now and he would love nothing more than to overwhelm the man with his own desire, to take advantage of the king's mirror-touch synesthesia again. But it's not time for that yet, and the King of Helheim possesses patience that his brothers can only dream of.
"Hǎo, give yourself to me," Qin orders, pushing down on Hades's shoulder with a strong hand, intent on having the god kneel between his legs at the throne. Though irritated that he so easily walked into Hades's trap, he feels the hot arousal in his gut start to accumulate and demand attention.
Hades doesn't move as directed. Instead, he casts another insufferable look of amusement down at Qin. "Oh, don't tell me you have dozens of concubines here with you and still aren't satisfied?"
"I'm a warrior king, born to conquer challenges and not limit myself to only what's accessible. Surely, the King of Helheim would understand."
The charismatic grin flashed at him is all teeth and roguish superiority. And he finds himself having to put a vindictive urge- to shatter the king into broken shards and ravish him-- on hold.
"And I do understand," Hades relents momentarily to give the other man a false sense of security. Then his demeanor shifts all at once, becoming aggressive and wholly unforgiving- "You're the one who fails to comprehend the situation, Qin Shi Huang."
He watches a mixture of fear and arousal flicker across Qin's face, eyebrows scrunching under the blindfold. It takes less than a second for the king to open his mouth, presumably with a foolhardy protest on the tip of his tongue. And Hades is already poised to strike- swiftly moving his hand from where it's been stroking Qin's jaw to his chin and planting a firm thumb down into the center of the king's tongue to silence him.
"I told you earlier I don't like to leave business unfinished, my Little King. That's why we're in the position we're in," Hades says softly, letting out a rich purr of satisfaction. He gently trails a pair of cool fingers down from the jagged scars bisecting Qin's left shoulder, pushing his silky robe out of the way to reveal the restored, muscular arm he had cleaved off during their match.
"You can have me, but I will be taking you. And don't fret because I'm well aware Qin Shi Huang has never been conquered and forced to relinquish control, but Ying Zheng was. So I'll teach you, and you just have to remember how submission feels, former Prince of Qin," he articulates low and threateningly, unconcerned with the sharp nail ornaments digging into his clothing as hands try to shove him off and teeth bite deep into the joint of his thumb in retaliation.
Hades smiles down at the proud king, seething in his own indignity and false expectations. Because contrary to whatever impression the king appears to be under, Hades isn't one of Qin's docile concubines willing to just give herself to him. However, he's certainly inclined to take the responsibility of correcting this false judgement for himself and remind Qin as many times as it takes.
But now Qin is riled up and determined to resist his advancements, a far cry from how relaxed and pliable the king had been before. His eyes drift lower and settle on the solution, underhanded as it may be.
It's shameful how readily a moan spills over Qin's lips when Hades palms the hardness between his thighs.
A deliciously capitulating noise that Hades finds most satisfying as he continues to knead, convincing him to finally remove his spit-soaked thumb from the king's mouth when it parts a bit to let out a little, needy pant. He rakes that hand into Qin's hair now, fingers curling around the side of his blindfold.
When Qin doesn't make a move to stop him, the god adjusts the fabric upwards to reveal a pair of unfocused eyes, hazy with desire.
Somewhere, some part of Qin recognizes he shouldn't be doing this with Hades, that he's in over his head and he doesn't even know which way is out anymore. The way he's been given leads up to Hades, who watches him possessively with lust-filled eyes. It's enough for Qin to drown in. So he does.
The effects are instantaneous and he squeezes his eyes shut, biting down on the meat of his hand to stifle a string of shamefully aroused curses from slipping out as waves of heat wash him further under.
"Fff- fuck, that feels... I-"
It's all he can do to keep his hips locked in place, though they tremble even when Hades pauses in rocking his knee into the junction between his legs to flaunt a patronizing smirk.
"Say that again for me? I didn't quite catch that."
"Hades, you- nngh- might not be a concubine. But- ah!-- I'm not one of your Greek lovers- either," Qin pants, prying his eyes open and forcing them to focus so he can blow a wry puff of air at one of the stars now visible in Hades's body.
The corner of his lip curls up when his breath disrupts the god's flow of qi and Hades flinches back.
"Oh, don't I know it-" is his only warning before Hades rips him from the throne to switch positions. But not exactly because Qin ends up on his knees between Hades's legs with a hand fisted in his hair and his blindfold back in place. Unfortunately, there's no time to be smug about his trump card ability because something falls in front of his face (something the eunuchs serving him don't have) and Hades says, "You're so good at blowing air, Qin. Let's see what else you can blow-" and then promptly shoves a cock down his throat.
Qin gags instantly at the large intrusion blocking his airway, hands scrabbling for purchase above the god's knees and nail ornaments scratching through the pant material. He chokes, retching, and tries to pull away. His lungs burn, but Hades tightly holds his head in place.
He considers biting down, but finds his jaw locked, teeth grating against the length with every attempt to dislodge it. All he gets for his effort are tracks of saliva running down his chin.
Hades pulls him off seconds, minutes, hours later. He has a coughing fit, air seizing his lungs. His arms shake, and a voice taunts-
"Any one of my Greek lovers is already skilled in all forms of pleasure. And I would never have to do this work myself," Hades pauses then to take in the king's dishevelment. Qin is red-faced and trembling before him now, wet eyes starting to soak the fabric of his blindfold. But there's something else too.
"That said, you seem to like the rough treatment quite a bit more than them."
Qin chokes violently on a gasp as Hades pulls him back onto his cock and presses a shoe against the damp patch standing out on his white pants. He tenses against the invasion again, but then the hand in his hair tightens and starts moving his head back and forth. And Qin, he does what he spent his whole life practicing- he adapts.
It takes a good handful of sputtering attempts to swallow around the girth in his mouth, to relax his throat and breathe through his nose. Ignore the drool dribbling down his chin and onto the floor. But he does, and Hades rewards him by pushing in deeper.
"Much better," the god praises and picks up the pace, pleased to see his king working so hard to suck him off. Because it's obscene how eagerly his lips wrap around him, teeth lightly scraping at the underside in a defiant- cute-- last stand, with pretty little wet sounds being punched out on each thrust. "Yes, you're doing much, much better," Hades sighs. He could get used to this, yet as soon as that thought crosses his mind, it's replaced with another and the god has to remind himself that part of the fun in ruining another is the torturous process of drawing it out.
Qin feels the ache from his jaw spread throughout his body, but can't help but preen at the recognition and compliments he's felt starved for since their last encounter.
It's not his fault for the way his hips seem to rock against Hades's shoe. It's not him seeking friction, there just happens to be little he can do to stop the tip of the sole from incessantly pressing into his arousal in timing to the one buried in his mouth.
Until the last thrust into his mouth when he leans his hips just a little too far forward and a moan that sounds just a little too desperate vibrates up his throat.
Hades pulls out and leaves him slack jawed, drooling, and used at his feet.
"I always knew you'd look beautiful like this," the god says and grabs him by the wrist once more- pulling him up and onto his lap. And Qin goes willingly, swallowing the panting back down and letting the robes slide off his shoulders onto the ground.
"Is that supposed to be a high compliment? I'm the King of the Beginning, it'll take more than that to keep me with you," he says, a bit hoarsely with a cocksure grin, rubbing a hand against his sore neck and feeling exertion in the damp texture.
"I'll be sure to keep that feedback in mind," Hades responds, biting into his human's shoulder and running a tongue along the salty, glowing skin. Large hands roam possessively across the expanse of Qin's body, one settling tight around his neck and another at hips where Hades deftly removes the sash and material around his midsection.
Qin keeps busy by grabbing at the hand around his neck to pull it away, subconsciously testing if Hades will remove it. It remains in place, it doesn't even budge. In fact it tightens, and he groans as that sends another rush of heat down his body. Quickly becoming preoccupied with the pleasurable, lightheaded sensation and pacifying pressure around his neck.
He manages to twist the two gold ornaments off his right fingers and deposit them over the side of the throne, earning a sharp nip along the shell of his ear.
"You're so eager," Hades whispers, breath tickling against his neck and hips rolling up. "Would you not prefer to take things slow, since this is your first time with another man?"
The hand around his neck loosens and Qin inhales sharply.
"Whichever pace I set will become the right one," he responds with the well-deserved arrogance Hades has come to expect from the king. "Keep up, why don't you."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
And Qin finds himself manhandled again, lifted and then turned over in Hades lap with his upper body falling over the throne arm. His pants are around his thighs now and a firm hand gropes at his ass, hardness trapped between his hips and Hades's legs. When he tries to rut forward in search of friction, there isn't enough leverage to make moving worthwhile.
His face falls and the golden claw guards he just removed shift into view, as if mocking him for his haste.
Hades's hand follows him down- just long enough to pry his mouth open again, twist a pair of fingers under his tongue and extract a thick coating of spit. And like any reasonable man, Qin feels himself tense up in anticipation.
Judging by the slap that echoes throughout the chamber, Hades feels it too and decided to do something about it.
"-ah!"
"Say it again," Hades commands. The god's voice is thick like ambrosia and a shiver travels along the red tattoo running down his spine. Hades holds back a satisfied noise, only releasing it after he brings his hand down on Qin's ass again and hears the king gasp in pleasure once more.
He repeats it once, twice, and three times repeatedly, until the king is finally bonelessly sprawled over his lap again. Coloring his skin a bright red, the color that Hades has decided looks best on him.
Qin's hips jerk forward again, more insistent this time.
"Hadees," he moans out, thumping a weak fist against the side of the throne for emphasis. Ever the demanding little king he is, Hades thinks.
"Patience is a good thing," Hades reminds him, but obliges anyway because he has such a bad habit of spoiling his favorites. He spits a wad of saliva down at the entrance.
Then Hades reaches over the edge of the throne and tangles a hand in Qin's hair to crane his neck back, as a long finger slowly breaches inside causing a strange pressure. Qin squirms restlessly and makes a sound of discomfort.
"Ah- ugnnff- bù hǎo- Hades, can you- "
Suddenly, the finger withdraws and is replaced by two shoving their way in, pumping roughly and causing him to grimace- but then shout in white-hot pleasure-pain when they curl into a certain spot.
"AH- "
"Keep it down, little king, or do you want your court to hear?" Hades chastises and drops Qin's head in favor of pinning his stubborn hips down.
"But yes, I can make it feel good. That's what you were going to ask, right?"
"F- fuck, I- " Qin curses something unintelligible and then lets out a high pitched keen when Hades adds a third finger to the tight stretch. They thrust into him mercilessly, writhing inside and brushing against that spot in maddening intervals. It's more than enough to bring him to the brink, but only enough to hold him there for as long as Hades wishes.
"Haah- aah-- Hades, I need to- need you to-!" His breath hitches on a broken plea as Hades abruptly removes his fingers, tearing away the newfound pleasure and leaving him empty. Qin keens in agony at the loss, his hole left gaping and desperately flexing around air.
So close, he was almost there. Fuck, he almost came and maybe he would have if Hades wasn't such a sadist with a penchant for teasing. He groans because also fuck him for knowing and still falling for it.
"Still haven't learned that your orders mean nothing when you've fallen so far, mighty emperor," Hades murmurs disapprovingly.
He sighs and trails his fingers up Qin's shaking thighs, dipping a shallow finger in and circling the rim just to tease. Just to watch the hole quiver at the light touches and try to clench down enough to suck the digit back in. But of course it fails, Hades needed to prep Qin to be able to take his girth. So now he finds himself idly considering the plethora of miserable sounds coming from over the side of the throne.
What to do with such a needy king. Hades thinks it over for a long minute- much to Qin's consternation if the whines and eventual slaps aimed at his shoes and calves are anything to go by. One of the gold finger guards catches his eye though, and he decides that perhaps it would be appropriate to draw inspiration from a Greek allegory that entails that one of the best ways to fix this- is to give them exactly what they want.
"I've made a decision, Qin," he says while going through the motions to rid the king of his clothes and boots from the waist down. He then easily hoists the man back up so he's sitting in his lap and they're face to face.
"You're always so used to getting what you want, so go ahead and take it," Hades offers, voice darkening as he caresses Qin's face with unnerving gentleness. He watches the blindfold crease as eyebrows pinch together underneath, trying to find the trap being laid and decide if this is the right move.
It's adorable, seeing those lips purse as if they hadn't been wrapped and drooling around his cock a few minutes ago. As if Qin hadn't already crossed the boundary of no return and could pretend this affair never happened.
It's so agitatingly cute that Hades quips- "what are you waiting for?" And makes the executive decision to tightly grab Qin's hips and spear them down in a single motion onto his waiting cock. The king's shattering cry from being suddenly and forcibly split in half is atrociously delectable.
To show mercy now would be pointless and that first thrust quickly rolls into another, and then the next- burying deeper each time.
"Mmph!! Mm, ah- haah-"
"This is what you asked for, right?"
"An- nngh.. you delivered," Qin eventually gets out- even managing a teasing lilt, head tipping backwards as he tries to move his hips in time with the length fucking into him. Fortunately for him, Hades compensates for his inexperience by manually bouncing him up and down. Though it's almost an uncomfortably painful stretch around the thick length reshaping his insides.
Until he shifts his weight forward on the seat and Hades's cock shoves its way mercilessly into that spot. His vision whites out, mouth falling open around a breathy gasp and body trembling as the intensity builds up.
"Ha- hǎo, hǎo, I'm- Ha- Hades, harder- be rougher," Qin demands without reservation now, ripping Hades out of his coat and shirt- impatient to rake his nails across the god's back. The clothes land on the floor and he collapses forward, fingers digging into taut back muscles and leaving a mess of pink welts and cuts where his left claw ornaments scratch the skin open.
"As you command," Hades purrs, increasing the pace into something that feels undeniably punishing against Qin's prostate. He groans and is pleasantly surprised to feel the king's mouth crush against his in a heated kiss that's more tongue than teeth this time. Part of him wonders if Qin can feel the calculating curl of his lip as they make out, or if the king is too far gone in his own pleasure to notice.
"Mm~ More, Hades. Gi- haah- give m' more!" Qin reaches down a clawless hand to pump his own weeping cock to completion. He gets one stroke in, rutting into it with a sigh of anticipated relief- only for Hades to grab his hand and twist it tightly to the sweaty center between his shoulders, forcing his back into a tight arch.
"Ack! You- fuck! Ha- Hades, wh-" a second hand closes down on his length, clamping down tight around the base to prevent him from cumming and eliciting a heated snarl.
"Wha' tha- the fuck?! Hades, if you don- don't let g- ahh-"
Hades grin twists darker as he pretends to ignore the other man and continues fucking into him, swiftly, deliberately- chasing his own pleasure. Now at the expense of his former opponent, who's at his complete mercy and helpless to do anything except writhe pitifully on his cock.
Of course Qin tries to escape with a litany of slurred curses and bared teeth, gods he tries.
But there's no leverage, no cooperation from his fucked out body, and no way out.
It's probably a bit callous to find amusement from that and in how well his plan is going, but Hades can't help but release a quiet laugh as he watches Qin rapidly degrade into a flimsy, blissed-out wreck as a direct consequence to his own greed.
Hades leans forward to observe the piece of cloth covering Qin's eyes, unassuming and yet so effective in separating its owner from reality.
"You're so exquisite, I just can't but spoil you," he growls and tears the damned blindfold off.
A pair of wet eyes, delirious and brimming with desperation- lock onto his-- purposefully overflowing with Hades's own lust and hunger.
The king breaks.
Qin surrenders. Choking on a ragged sob and shuttering his glistening eyes so he doesn't have to take anymore of Hades's intent in and feel it intensify his burning desperation for release.
"Ple- pleease, Hah- Hades, I caa... 'n't, pl- anyth'g you want," he hiccups between suffocating breaths.
"Then look at me," Hades says gently and without kindness, gliding a hand over heated, crimson cheeks and beneath Qin's jaw to command his line of sight.
A tear slips over the red tattoo when his eyes squeeze open. It drops onto the hand wrapped around his cock and Qin bites down on a wail when Hades finally lets him cum. Crying out as Hades fucks him through a neverending orgasm and then finally, finally-
"My turn."
Hades abruptly switches their positions again, Qin staggering on weak knees as he's pushed off and bent backwards over the throne.
The chair arm digs painfully into his back as he struggles to process the situation. Such a predatory gleam in Hades's eyes should feel like a bucket of cold water, but it makes him feel like burning up from the inside instead all over again. A pair of strong hands dig bruises into his hips and raise them up, hot breath falling over his naval when Hades looks down at him in triumph.
"It's my turn, watch me-"
And Hades ruthlessly impales himself into that tight heat, plunging all the way to the back until their hips meet, only to pull out and repeat.
"You think your concubines were made for you? You're wrong, do you feel that- "
Qin strains to stare up at the face over him and feels his throat constrict painfully. He feels the overstimulating drag of Hades's arousal lighting up every nerve ending inside of him in torturous pleasure. But most of all he feels the god's desire for vengeance.
"You've taken on my shape, that means you're made for me, Qin Shi Huang," Hades hears his tone become gutteral, grunting loudly as he pistons his hips. Faster, harder, rougher, any and all care falling by the way side for Hades's needs to be fulfilled.
Qin spasms through it all, keening loudly between little hitched cries of delirious overstimulation. He's strung-out at the edge again, at the long way down, and he's-
"Moum'tai, god, 'm gonna take you wit'- me," his tongue feels heavy, but he narrows his eyes and forces his mouth to spread into a sloppy, lopsided grin. Digs his claws into Hades's back and uses the rest of his strength to pull him down closer.
He swallows and opens his mouth to deliver a final order.
"Give me your cum, Hades," Qin whispers and then gasps- convulsing as the god's hips become erratic and pound into him without any more semblance of restraint. It's all he can do to take the savage intensity growing with anticipation, rocking back against the hard and unforgiving throne.
He feels himself hanging on by a single taut thread and then it snaps.
His walls clamp down, seizing tightly around the twitching cock and pulling it deeper into him. Cum splashes between their stomachs. It's the final straw for Hades.
Qin hears a growl in his ear, feels the pleasure pain of teeth biting into his shoulder, and at last relishes in the wet sensation of Hades brutally driving into his prostate and painting it white.
"Ha- haao, haah- H'des!"
His mind breaks on the cusp of claiming a second victory, eyes rolling back as he lets out a silent scream and gets washed away in the aftershocks.
When he comes to, Hades is waiting for him with a soft, affectionate look in his eyes. It's like the one he got a glimpse of back in the area, but stronger and without reservation. He parts his lips to comment on it, but feels his voice trapped in his throat.
"I suppose this means you're claiming our rematch as a second win?"
Qin nods weakly, lips turned upwards as his kingly persona entails.
"I see. Perhaps I need a true home ground advantage to win," Hades muses and runs a hand through his long, disheveled hair. "After we finish today, I'll have Charon be on the lookout. You'll be welcome to visit Helheim anytime you wish."
Qin's heart stutters, eyes widening in poorly concealed shock.
After isolation for two thousand years, he killed the first individual that could have been a friend. Sure, the circumstances were what they had been, but...
And yet here that same god is, offering the one thing he didn't have to bring into the afterlife with him. As a great king, he had allies, not friends.
"Hades, I..."
"Listen, Ying Zheng, I heard you in the arena when my spirit was still fading, you called me péngyou. That was the last thing I heard," Hades interrupts and reaches into his pocket.
He presses an obol coin into Qin's hand and huffs out a fond laugh as his weak fingers twitch and try to curl around it.
"It's rare to find another individual that understands what it means to be a king. Let's take advantage of this second chance, shall we?"
There's bliss on his fingertips and warmth in his chest. He gazes softly up at Hades with mirrored adoration, and brings the coin to his upturned mouth to lightly bite down onto the smooth metal edge-
"Hǎo!"