Author's Notes: Well, here I am again. You know, I really thought that Home would purge me of the urge to write American Gods fanfiction, but apparently it was not to be. So; here it is; the sequel/companion piece to Home, in Thoth's POV: the result of too much Zero7 and too little sleep. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: American Gods is Neil Gaiman's, and the Gods belong to anyone who believes.
Love Ending
Anubis' wet, open-mouthed kisses always tasted of sand and sun and death.
Thoth wondered if he would miss them, when the moon was high and full in the sky and his cock throbbed and burned between his legs. When the air crackled with power, making the house seem as silent as the underworld itself.
He knew, undeniably, that now that things had Changed, that Anubis would not need the shared power and comfort of his mouth, his hands, his essence. That the hot, desperate need for company and memories would be something of the past.
It rather frightened him; he was surprised to note.
They had not been ---lovers? confidants? friends?--- when they had first come to the dead lands of the west. It was not needed. And then their people had left them. Left them! In these cold, dead lands, with no minds to speak through, to sail upon, to bind with promises of love and acceptance and truth.
And God said 'Let there be light!' And there was light, for Anubis burned so very, irresistibly brightly in the cold gloom, and how could Thoth resist something so beautiful?
Yes, he would miss it; the warmth and power and sense of home he felt every time they lay together. The affectionate kisses, roaming shamelessly over his body; the smooth, dry hands cupping and petting and soothing; and most of all, the lovely dark cock, grinding into his own, spurting into his mouth, moving hot and hard and perfect inside him.
He should know by now, that with the beginning of something new, one had to end something old.
The thought didn't make it hurt any less.
END