a/n: This chapter has discussions of fluid sexuality and same gender desire, if you don't like it, don't read it. No actual same-sex smut is happening here. If you get mad, that's not my fault. :)

Also, due to work I'm going to have to push chapters out to once a week right now. But I'll make sure they are longer. 3

"You used me to win your weird, nostalgia sex war with Hera!" Persephone snapped, stepping over the threshold and into their living room. She gave Hades a sideways glance, and met the dogs with equal excitement.

She scratched behind Cerberuses' ears, mewling in a condescending tone. "Daddy doesn't know how to fight fair! Oh no, he doesn't!" The hellhound gave her an affectionate lick on the cheek and turned to quirk his heads curiously at Hades.

"I admit… I might have lost my head a bit… What happened in the garden wasn't an act of war. It just happened to work in our favor." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, waiting for the little Goddess to lash out.

'That's not fair… She's not Minthe.' He almost flinched as a mature female voice, that reminded him of his mother Rhea, sounded in his head, pulling at his heartstrings.

'But I've upset her…' He sighed internally, answering the void.

"Our favor? You're not the one who has to fix it all tomorrow!" She weaved through the excited animals and sank into the couch in frustration, pulling a weary Pomelia onto her lap.

"What can I do?" He gripped the back of the couch behind her, resisting the urge to caress her chaotically blooming hair. "I can hire a landscaper and you won't have to worry about it." He offered weakly, releasing the couch.

"Just… let me be mad for a minute." She leaned into the plentiful cushions, holding the wiggling pup over her head.

She set the tiny canine down and sat up again, turning to look at him. "I don't want to be punished because you two miss each other." Persephone ran her fingers through her inching hair, knocking a few loose buds to the floor.

"Kore… That wasn't... " Hades slumped into the couch next to her, making sure to keep a respectable distance from her bare, still grass stained knees.

"It wasn't? Why did Hera get so hot and bothered when she mentioned Thriva?"

"Wha-?" Hades eyes' widened, a smear of color creeping across the bridge of his nose. "I-I was playing her little game out of spite. I had no idea…"

"What happened in Thriva?" Persephone said pointedly, turning her whole body to face him.

Hades stared down at his quivering palms, eyes following the deep creases. "Hera and I had been together… and that was when she told me she was marrying Zeus." His voice cracked at the mention of his brother. He cursed to himself.

"I d-didn't realize you had something serious…" The pink Goddess studied her own lap, eyes tracing the bohemian rope-hem of her dress. She suddenly felt very small and very young.

"I knew it would never be anything… but it was a heavy blow." Hades paused, sucking in a restrained breath. "When Hera brought it up I thought she was rubbing salt in the wound. She does that when she is unhappy with Zeus and needs me to feel as low as her."

Persephone put her hands on his, giving them a tender squeeze. "I don't think that's what she was doing... " She flushed, a pang of mild jealousy fluttering in her chest, stirring the Queen. "I think she -wants- you."

The full realization hit Hades like a brick. What had him claiming Persephone in the garden, and in their bedroom looked like to the Queen? His heart ached momentarily for the golden Goddess, before he felt a pleasant and satisfied vibration behind his sternum.

It was as if Persephone read his mind, and heightened his delight at the prospect of his claim over her to spite his brother's wife.

Persephone crawled into his lap, her eyes a brilliant ruby. "Regardless of what she wants… You're mine." With the last word she gave his throat a soft bite.

Hades felt his arousal reawaken, ebbing to the surface with each kiss and nip she placed up his neck. She gripped his shirt hard, pulling the remaining buttons apart. "Would you fuck her again?" He was about to lecture the pink Goddess on her language before she splayed her fingers out across his bare chest, her skin scorching his.

She ran her tongue up the sharp of his jaw, catching his lobe between her teeth. "For old times sake…?" She purred, pressing into his hips eagerly.

"N-No. Never." Hades stammered, caught off guard by the sudden shift in her attitude.

'These women will be my end…' He internally chuckled, thinking about what would bring him to mortality.

"Never?" She teased, hand slipping between them to grip his already hardening length. He let out a quiet moan, subconsciously bucking into her hand.

"Only you, my Goddess." He whimpered, treading carefully through the loaded discussion.

"Your Queen." She corrected, grasping his face with both hands, and giving his lower lip a sharp bite.

He found himself caught in a game of tug-o-war with his arousal and anxiety. Her fingers slid over the exposed skin of his abdomen, tickling the expansive scars. Her teeth followed each stroke, leaving behind marks that were sure to bruise.

He felt his spent cock give an enthusiastic throb as he watched her pull the dress up over her head, leaving her completely bare. She pressed her chest to his, soaking in the lust emitting off their exhausted bodies.

She pulled back, bringing his hands to her chest, begging him to explore.

"I thought you were mad…" The tease was a low rumble in his throat as he pinched and kneaded her flesh. She rocked into him, letting out an unrestrained moan.

"I was…" She panted, leaning in to punctuate each word with a kiss. "But I won. I have you. What does Hera have?"

Hades studied her face. The shift between Kore and Persephone was near seamless. Her heavily lidded, shimmering ruby eyes were the only indication that Kore-Cob was away, replaced by the ruthless and insatiable Dread Queen.

"An unfaithful husband and a garden that's been destroyed." He said with a careful measure. Where was she going with this?

"Don't forget the shower." She pulled the band of his pants away from his hips, her tongue tracing the neglected skin underneath, giving him visions of ivy splintering through the beautiful honey colored tile.

"And the bed…" She purred, shifting to the floor between his legs. His mind was too clouded with climax when they had left to take in the damage of the bedroom.

'You shouldn't have been so careless.' A voice snapped at him from inside his ear.

'Zeus said he would put you right back in Cronus if you didn't keep yourself in line.' The child-like voice spoke through a quiver of fear.

'I'll make it right…' He answered them, his concern dwindling as he watched the pink goddess free his aching member from the fabric.

He sank further into the couch and watched her. She pulled the garment down his legs and off each foot. She bypassed his erection, instead bringing her tongue to trace the underside of his sac, fingers caressing the skin of his inner thighs lightly.

He groaned as her hot breath and wet laps enveloped him completely.

-RING RING-

Persephone pulled the phone from his discarded pants, checking the name flashing across the screen.

-ZEUS-

She brought it to her ear, simmering out a- "Not a good time, Zeus." -in a seductively sweet voice. Hades was unable to hear his brother's words but he watched her face fall. Her eyes phased back to cerise and her crown wilted mildly. She passed him the phone and got to her feet, pulling the dress she cast aside over her head again.

Zeus looked at his brothers from over the glass littered table. He'd required them all to have a few drinks before he agreed to get to the point.

"You look like shit. What happened?" Hades commented, bringing the third bottle to his lips.

"I don't know what you both did to Hera but…" He raked his hands through his already disheveled hair, shaking the curtains of violet off his shoulders.

"After you guys left, Hera and I… we did things we haven't done in decades. It was amazing." He examined a few of the bottles, searching for more booze. He set them down with a shrug and turned to the server, their emerald skinned brother was distracting.

"You brought us here because you and Hera fucked?" Hades pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. He vaguely wondered what he had said to Persephone for her to allow this strip club rendezvous after her little blackmail.

The Queen of the Gods took her frustrations out in the right place. In bed, with her husband.

'Good for her.' He thought back to his tiff with the Pink Goddess. She'll be glad to know the situation righted itself.

"After- she uh… set the bed on fire and threw me out."

Time stood still for a moment before both Hades and Poseidon broke the silence with a chorus of laughter.

Zeus pulled the bottles off the newly presented tray next to him, and reluctantly passed them to his brothers.

The server lent between them and hurriedly cleaned up the mess of empty drinks and broken glass.

Hades brought the bottle to his lips and paused. "If she set the bed on fire then the tree…"

"Yea!" Zeus shouted, sitting forward to engage. "Your fuck tree went up in flames. That whole wing of the house is destroyed."

The destruction they caused came flooding back to him. The winding and ancient olea tore through the center of the mattress as they both rolled into their climax.

He felt that purr in his chest again and smirked, taking a long drink.

Persephone would be devastated at the immolation of her botanic baby, but he felt the Queen would revel in Hera's fury.

"I blame you." Zeus shot with a mild slur. "And your little flower bride."

Poseidon, who had been flirting with the now reprimanded server turned back to his brothers. "When is the wedding?"

Zeus slammed his now empty bottle down on the table, hard. The glass splintering under his tight grip.

"M-more importantly. When is your bachelor party?"

Poseidon's eyes followed a beautiful periwinkle blue dancer, her webbed fingers beckoning him towards the water display.

"Can she come?" He gave a giddy whine before tearing himself away from her and back to the discussion.

"Bring whoever you want…" Hades mumbled. "I don't really want a-"

"Of course you do!" Zeus's ire vanished at the prospect of a party. He crossed their corner and sat next to the azure god, clapping him hard on the back.

"Zeu-" The aforementioned God cut him off with another jovial slap and clink of their bottles. "Don't worry, Blue. I'll plan everything."

"Oh god…no." He whispered bitterly, not bothering to imagine what debauchery his brother had in store.

An oblivious Poseidon tore his eyes away from another girl, a mint colored river nymph who had joined the original periwinkle blue dancer.

"I'm surprised the whole house didn't hear you guys… Hey Zeus, doesn't she look a little like Thetis?"

Zeus looked over, eyes traveling up the young nymph, studying every inch of her exposed skin.

He hissed, gripping the back of his chair. "Ooo she does."

Hades finished his drink and rubbed his temples, thankful for the discussion change.

"Today was wild." Zeus scooped up the last bottle and signaled a round of Mortal blood Mary's. "First Hera shows up and gives THE BEST head. Then Thetis shows up. I sent her away but after Hera and Seph left she came back and-"

He stopped, dark eyes locking with a pensive scarlet gaze.

"So she was right to kick you out." Hades said pointedly, his fingers laced together, accentuating his words.

"She doesn't know."

"This is my exit! The less I know, the less Amphi can pull out of me." The God of the sea jumped to his feet and started towards the beautiful water display where a third, pastel pink dancer had joined the original two.

"So, if sex isn't the issue why are you still running off with Thetis?"

"I can't stop. I… don't know why." The God of thunders' tone became very subdued. He took a moment to drink deeply from the newly arrived crimson concoction and then turned his full attention to his older brother.

"You know I love Hera."

"Does Hera know you love Hera?"

"Isn't there anyone that you can't resist?" Zeus gestured vaguely around them.

"Yea. And I'm going to marry her." He gestured with his ringed hand.

"You were with Hera. You understand. If she came around would you…?" He made an obscene motion with his hands, following it up with, "No judgement. This fantasy has my blessing."

"Why does everyone keep asking me this?" Hades shook his head. "No. I'm sorry. I don't have the same issue. Maybe you should talk to Eros or 'Dite to help get that under control."

Zeus stared through his brother, his expression dumbfounded. That had never occurred to him. The Gods and Goddesses of love and desire have been banned from using their power on other Gods but since Zeus was the reason that rule was made, he could simply change it.

-CRASH-

A siren of screams rang out and a wave of water crashed around the brothers.

"We need to leave. Now." Poseidon tempered, standing before the obliterated water display. The girls stood shivering, soaked from head to foot, surrounded by a sea of glitter and broken glass.

"What did you-" Hades rose, taking in the damage he would undoubtedly have to pay for.

"I have to stay with you tonight." Zeus snuck in, turning the eldest brother towards the exit.

"Me too!" Shouted the emerald God from halfway out the front door.

Even though the sun never reached the underworld they could feel the shift of early morning arriving.

Zeus collapsed on the couch mumbling about how he was going to make it up to Hera if it was the last thing he did.

Hades chuckled and tossed a blanket over his brother. He nodded a goodnight to Poseidon who was on his way to the pool, still swaying from the drink and refusing to explain what exactly happened with the tank and fountains at the club.

The King of the Underworld corralled the dogs back in from the backyard and made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. He saw the bathroom light was on and heard the steady stream of the shower.

He toed his shoes off at the door to the master, and padded barefoot across the floor silently. He was preparing to ask the Goddess why she wasn't in bed, but as soon as he turned into the threshold the words died in his throat.

Persephone was kneeling on the bench on the shower, the waterfall of heat bouncing and beading off her phasing magenta skin.

Ivy was draped around the walls, curling coyly. One rope was pulsing against her throat, tightening and loosening with the frenzied rhythm of her thrusts. Three fingers on one hand were buried deep within herself, pumping and stroking the front wall of her core.

Her other hand reached back behind her, filling her rear with the solid toy that mimicked his own azure skintone.

Her hair was long and twisted to the side, draped in a looping mass on the floor.

She hadn't noticed him yet. Her face was buried in her shoulder, muffling her desperate cries.

The Pink Goddess finally glanced behind her and met his gaze, her cerise eyes brimming with tears. Hades felt a guilty throb surge through his cock and up to his chest.

"Help me." She panted, her ministrations unceasing.

Hades left a pile of torn clothes on the damp floor of the bathroom as he flung himself into the steam, pressing the pink Goddess flush against the obsidian stone.

While he was very drunk, his body made no protests to his arousal. He shoo'd her hands away and lined himself up with her entrance, bobbing against her in a tease.

She sobbed and tried to back into him but he held her hips firmly in place.

"Patience, little one."

"Please. Don't tease me, Aidoneus. I'm going to explode." He felt the floor beneath them rumble as she broke free from his hold and impaled herself against his begging member.

"Do we need to leave?" He hissed through clenched teeth as her heat enveloped him.

She thrust herself back, hard, with each word. "No. Time. Just. Move."

He ripped the vine and cupped her throat with his palm, securing her before letting loose with his desires. He thrust the toy into her back entrance with each pull out from his cock, leaving her body continually albeit contrastingly filled.

"D-don't. S-stop." She widened her knees and reached behind her, kneading at her own supple ass.

Hades clipped the shell of her ear with his teeth, hot breath beating against her. He wasn't going to last long and he was already cursing himself. He felt the same foregin heat spiralling in his core, it more physically veritable with each pump.

His vision flashed white like a live wire and he felt the eruption fill her. Her muscles pulsed against his cock, pulling in every drop.

"Thank you." She sobbed, turning and rising on shaking legs to press their foreheads together. He brought a soft kiss to her lips, and then to her forehead, taking a moment to catch his breath. He felt her body quiver as he hoisted her up, draping her legs over his shoulders. He dropped to his knees and rested her back against the cold bench, his face disappearing between her cum soaked thighs.

"Ooh." She grasped a handful of his hair and pulled him in, her body releasing a surge of electricity with every roll of his tongue.

The God took in his own release, tasting a smoulder of fire. He moaned, coaxing her closer to her own bliss. The smokey flavor combined with her fresh mountain rain and pollen, reminded him of the fields of Elysium.

Her thighs tensed as she bucked into his lips, her hold on his hair sharp.

"Ἀїδωνεύς!" (Aidoneus!) A power surged through her as she came, the house quaking with each aftershock.

Persephone bolted down the stairs, late for her meeting with Hera, only to stop when she saw a disgruntled looking Poseidon rummaging through the kitchen.

"Oh. Good morning. W-what are you doing here?" She asked awkwardly, pulling a thin white cardigan over her bare arms. She glanced into the living room and saw a snoring Zeus hanging off the side of the couch, completely undisturbed by the newly sprouted forest surrounding him.

"Not sleeping, apparently." He retorted flatly, pouring a mix of pancakes onto a steaming griddle. "There uh… is a spruce in your pool. I assume it's yours?"

Persephone touched down into the grassy field harder than she expected. She stumbled and ran towards the lounging pink God.

"You're late!" Eros snarked, lifting his flared sunglasses to look at her.

"Sorry! Hera had a bug up her-" Persephone was interrupted as she tossed her belongings onto the lush greenery.

"-Because she wants Hades up her-"

"EROS!"

"You forget who I am, secret garden? It's like I get a text every time somebody has a devious thought."

"R-Really?" The Goddess of spring felt her entire body flush.

'Does that mean..?'

"Oh yea, anytime you and BBD get it on, I get a very thorough play by play."

"Oh goodness…" She whispered, her tone brimming with embarrassment.

"I can only identify who, if I know them well enough, and most of the time only one side of the exchange." He offered, answering the question she never asked about the night with Apollo.

"Oh, I wanted to ask you. I feel like my fertility powers are changing." Just then she felt a wave of his citrus hormone, something she had often encountered before the spike in her power. She resigned to the fact that Gods of Love and Fertility were probably always aroused.

"What are you feeling?" He motioned for them both to sit down on the blanket he had laid out.

"It's like I can feel the arousal in everyone. Not… what they want, just… -that- they want."

"Oh! It is about time for that to change. You'll just need to concentrate, eventually it will become background noise. It heightens in the spring because it's the most fertile time on earth. I feel it too. The only difference is as a God of Love, I can sense their desires as well."

Persephone flushed at the mischievous glint in her best friend's eye. "Your current desires are interesting. You've gotten bolder." He faced her palms up, his own hovering just above. She could feel the heat from his power and they were both flooded with visions of slick bodies of magenta and azure. Ropes of heat filling her with bliss, stimulating the sanctuary within.

Eros pulled back, teasing. "You filthy little cumslut!"

"EROS!" She protested, rubbing the heat from her palms and causing pockets of flowers to sprout around them.

He motioned for her hands and she laid them out, sucking in a deep breath and letting her eyes fall closed. Second wave of desires. Deeper, more primal. Visualizations of growth, and the water crashing down the jagged walls of the Oasis.

The God pushed harder, the warmth against her palm increasing rapidly.

Another wave, underdeveloped. He was amplifying her desires and showing them to her. She felt herself swim through a heavy fog of aphrodisia. She was wrapped in a tangle of slum plum colored limbs. The hungry eyes of Hades and Eros on them as their mouths explored each other with an insatiable curiosity.

Persephone snatched her hands back, her face and chest flushed a deep thulian pink. "I'm so sorry!" She apologized, the disconnection sobering her.

"It's natural to be curious." Eros purred, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I don't think I could ever be with another man…" She said thoughtfully. 'And I know I'm not comfortable with Hades being with another woman." She felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of Psyche's violet lips wrapped around her King's thick azure cock. She waved away the experimental thought.

Persephone stared at her folded knees, summoning up the courage to admit it outloud. "I've had thoughts about Psyche… and a few of the flower nymphs back home. I want to play-" She wrung her fingers together nervously. "And I want Hades to watch."

She glanced up, and was met with hungry coral eyes. Eros made no attempt to hide it, or the husk in his voice. "You should ask him about it. I can almost guarantee he'll say yes."

"What about Psyche…" She trailed off, feeling very vulnerable.

"Oh honey… I -know- what Psyche wants."

Persephone snuggled into the crook of Hades neck, their bare bodies resting under the weighted blankets. The Goddess placed lazy kisses down his jaw, mewling as his strong fingers combed her newly cut hair.

The lesson with Eros in the forefront of her mind, the mature voice making their opinion known.

'You shouldn't bring it up.'

'I don't want to hide it.'

'You can't handle the thought of him with Hera. It's not fair to want to be with someone else.'

'This isn't like that… They have a history.'

The voice in her head scoffed.

'What if he wants this too?'

'He won't.'

'We won't know until I ask.' She bit her lip and opened her mouth before she lost her nerve.

"What do you think of Psyche?" She looked up with innocent eyes, garnering his attention.

"I like her fine. She's very lovely." Hades said neutrally. She felt no change in his pheromones.

"Do you think she's pretty?" Persephone asked, smirking at the flash of fear in Hades eyes.

"Is this another loaded question? I'm trying to figure out if you want me to lie, or if you want a fight."

"Honesty, please." She swung her leg over his hip, the blankets falling off her back. Her fingers traced the scars of his abdomen lovingly.

"I think she's beautiful and Eros is very lucky. But I've got my queen, and she puts all the women in each Kingdom to shame." He jostled her with his thighs and she giggled.

"If given the opportunity… would you… be with her?"

"I'm not sure what situation I would be in where that would be possible. Where is this coming from?" He smirked, his fingers rolling over the goosebumps up her arms.

"Eros and I were talking about desires. He could sense mine…"

Hades propped himself up, fighting the pang of jealousy in his chest as he swept a lock of hair behind her ear.

"What does my Queen desire?"

"He said this should work because of our bond." She pressed her palm to his forehead and Hades felt himself flooded with images of plum and magenta.

The statuesque pink physique of Eros was replaced with the soft curves of Persephone.

They met with a shy kiss.

Dark fingers smoothing through a tangle of petal strewn hair.

Pink face disappearing between slender, quivering purple thighs.

Hades was pulled out of the fantasy by a question.

"I'm s-sorry. Are you mad?"

"No." He said breathlessly, his throbbing member bouncing against the curve of her bare backside. He cleared his throat and felt his voice come out a few octaves higher than normal "Definitely not mad."