I can't believe I'm writing another installment into this series. Wow. It's been so long. But I suppose I might always continue this story. There are so few Hades/Meg fics out there. I want to thank all of you who have reviewed, and favorited this fic. It's mostly due to you guys that I've continued to write beyond chapter one. You guys really like this pairing(as do I), and I think you all deserve better than what I can give you. But! That won't stop me from trying. xD So without further ado, here is another chapter.
The long haired vixen couldn't suppress a yawn as the meeting in the forecourt finally drew to a close. They really didn't need her there except for the beginning, and her mind kept wandering. Meg's stomach decided it was seriously time for something to eat and grumbled loudly, causing her to blush faintly as the others in the room looked at her. Mentally calculating the shortest distance from the forecourt to the Underworld palace kitchen Meg was too engrossed in her thoughts to notice much else around her. Feeling a tap on the shoulder she blinked and looked over to her left. She scrunched up her brows when she saw no one was there. Then she felt a tap to her other side, and narrowed her eyes. Quick as a ninja she flicked her hand up and caught the offending appendage tapping her.
"Does being the head judge of the Underworld just not do it for you anymore Minos? Now you have to go poking innocent shoulders to get off?" Meg dryly commented as she stared into the smirking face of Minos.
He smiled at her congenially, and raised his other hand in a defeated manner. "Megara if I wanted to go poking innocent shoulders why would I be here poking yours?" Minos shot right back at her playfully. The two had continued to keep walking and conversing at the same time all the while.
"Look I get it. The creepy old man vibe is your thing. Just so long as you keep your things to yourself we're good", Meg sarcastically replied with a smile.
"My dear Megara your words say one thing, but your eyes tell another…" he trailed off suggestively, waggling his eyebrows up and down.
"Yeah, only in your dreams Minos", she paused, placing a delicate finger on her chin contemplatively. "Or is it…perhaps you actually prefer the company of men? And this is some pitiful attempt at compensation?" She asked, with mockingly wide eyes in a show of innocence. "Why…if you're trying to hide it, you're not doing a very good job." A saccharinely sweet smile stretched across her lips.
Minos acted as if he'd been shot in the chest. "Once again the all-time champion of the spiked tongue. Meg you wound me. I simply cannot compete with you." The celestial being smiled at her indulgently. "I don't look that old, do I?"
Meg gave him a once over. "For someone over a thousand years old you look like a spring chicken."
Her companion gave a hearty laugh at that. "You see! This is why I need you around Meg. I've been down here all these years, and no one but you can make me laugh like that", he said with a rare touch of fondness in his eyes.
Still looking forward Meg replied indifferently, "Yeah well don't let blue boy hear you say that. He doesn't like to share his toys. Never plays well with others. You know the drill".
Finally, they reached the kitchen and Meg went pandering around in the cupboards for magical never spoiling food. She decided on grabbing an apple and a jug of wine, and brought it over to the extensively lonely dining table. It was one of those ridiculously long tables that seemed to stretch on into the horizon, never ending. It might be a Hades thing, or maybe just an Underworld thing. Meg never understood things down here. Setting up her plate she began the makings for a salad.
Minos apparently was not eating with her, but seemed as if he were going to stay and keep her company. "Meg…." He started hesitantly, "….you will tell me if….well…" Meg looked up to see his eyes troubled, and his brow furrowed. "You will tell me if he hurts you? If things get…really bad, yes?" he continued on. She felt a rare stab of pain and love for this man. A man who was surprisingly caring, yet still a being who wasn't human. He was a dichotomy of designs that she never thought possible, a being who was not mortal, yet still possessed heart enough to feel mortal. It sometimes baffled her how she could still feel any sense of caring for men of any sort after….what happened. But somehow…someway Minos wormed his way into her heart. At least, a little bit. But she would never admit that out loud.
Meg finished making her salad, and punched Minos on the arm. It wasn't soft, but it was meant to be a loving gesture. The smile on her face said as much. "Heeey, who do you think you're talking to here? I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." She mirrored her words with a flex of her slender, and delicate looking arm. Her fisted hand flattened and she squeezed his bicep comfortingly in a gesture of thanks for the concern of her wellbeing.
She prepped more food because she was starving! She ended up cooking chicken and noodles, combing the two to make a semblance of chicken fettuccini. Meg was no gourmet chef, but she could make do with what she had. After she was done she sat down with Minos simply drinking wine, while she ate. The two caught up since they don't usually get to see one another. She was often out doing some task or another for Hades. And he often had the joyous task of seeing after boring meetings, doing paperwork, holding trials, and relocating and task managing others beneath his station.
Meanwhile, in a separate dingy corner of the Underworld castle, a dark blue orb glowed dimly showing Meg and Minos laughing together over cups of wine. A pale ghostly hand stroked the edges of the orb, touching the smiling face of Megara. After watching the two interact the lone figure had enough of their joyous banter. The hand gripped it powerfully, and crushed the magical device to dust, flicking the remnants away like specks of spider guts.
Meg woke up the next day much more pleasantly than the previous one. A bath, some food, and a good night's rest was all that it took for her to be right as rain after that horrendous escapade with Cerberus, and the Giants. That was kind of how her life worked now. She had to bounce back quickly or she'd be down for the count. Literally! Hades had not assigned her any specific task for today so she decided to try and make herself scarce. She hoped to go at least a full day playing hooky before he found her. Feeling naughty, and loving it, she tip toed as carefully as she could down the halls. She made her way towards the library. The library was easily one of her favorite places in the whole castle. It was dusty, old, and could seriously use a feminine touch to brighten the place up. But it didn't reek of death, and it was mostly quiet. She could lose herself in here. Forget her troubles, and pretend she was someplace else. That was a rarity, and you had to get your small pleasures where you could down in the Underworld. Things like that were in short supply.
Strolling along the aisles of dank shelves, Meg trailed her fingers along the spines of the ancient texts, creating puffs of dust as she went. She wasn't in any particular mood for anything specific. Usually she stayed far away from anything remotely in the romantic genre. It brought up too many bad memories, but thankfully Hades didn't really carry romance novels down there. The thought of the god of the Underworld curling up by the fire with a tale of a muscular, shirtless man sweeping a woman with heaving bosoms off her feet was hilarious, and Meg snickered quietly to herself. She wondered though if he ever got lonely, and wanted a companion of his own. He always seemed to fluctuate between enraged or ice cold. It was a heads or tails situation, and you never knew which Hades you would end up with. His emotions could spark into a blazing fire all in a matter of seconds or be completely snuffed out so quickly you were left reeling.
"He should talk to a therapist…"Meg said aloud to herself. 'Hell, we've all got emotional issues. A therapist in the Underworld would make a killing', she thought. Then she paused, and realized the accidental pun that she made. She giggled to herself again. 'Killing…in the Underworld…because everyone is already dead! Ha! Well, everyone except me that is…and the gods'. Grabbing a random book by chance, and not even looking at the title, Meg sequestered herself in a relatively comfy looking if not old and faded armchair. It was a bit dark for reading, but she could deal with it.
She trailed her fingertips over the cover, feeling the texture of the leather. It had no picture or words to even describe what it was about, which was odd. 'How would someone know what category it even belonged to?' Meg thought to herself. 'There isn't even an author's name!' Now she was a bit curious, and flipped the book open to the first page. 'Strange….' she thought.
Inside, the book simply had a picture of an apple. She tilted her head at the image in interest. She flipped to the next page. Still, it was the same picture of an apple. She flipped more pages, finding nothing but the same exact apple. "This is peculiar? Why would anyone want a book like this?" At first she didn't feel anything, but as she continued to flip through these apple pages she noticed something about herself. She was starting to feel a little…warm? Her skin was starting to sweat. Blinking rapidly to try and clear her thoughts Meg noticed she was reacting strangely. Putting the book down she raised a delicate hand to her fevered head, and stood. She shook her head a little in an effort to regain normality.
She decided to leave the library, and maybe get some fresh air. That might do her some good. However, perhaps unconsciously, she tucked the heavy tome underneath her arm as she left the library.
She found herself in the gardens. Ah yes, the gardens of the Underworld. The potential for beauty was all around her here, but she found it completely wasted. The grounds were large and spacious. There was a magnificent fountain in the center, or at least, it would have been had it not been some decrepit, dried up old thing. What little water it held looked poisonous. The flowers were all dreary, colorless, and dead looking. Surprise, surprise. The shrubbery was not maintained, and its branches looked like clawing hands ready to snatch the unaware and foolish people who dared enter its reach. The statues in the garden were expertly crafted, but they were stone figures depicting demons, and humans in different stages of torment. Meg did not usually look upon them for long.
The dark haired maiden noticed a few straggling ghostly shades here or there, but only a couple. They would not bother her as long as she kept her distance. Her feverish skin persisted however. She felt a bit weak in the knees, and her heart was fluttery like a hummingbird. She leaned over a stone bench, and tried to catch her breath.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" a lilting and cocky male voice reached her ears a second before she noticed the puff of inky bluish smoke tendrils rising to greet her. Meg inwardly groaned. She was caught. And not at the best of times.
Hades swept closer to her in that inhuman manner of moving that only he was capable of doing. It was both fast yet completely nonchalant, as if he didn't break a sweat moving so quickly. "Were you trying to hide from me Meg my darling?"
Meg, still leaning over the stone bench, had her back to Hades. So, when she looked up at him from behind she was caught off guard. The swelling feeling she had developed in her abdomen had grown. It was to the point where she couldn't shrug it off and ignore it anymore. She clenched her teeth, and hissed. Something triggered it because when she locked eyes with Hades the sensation grew.
"What's this?" Hades asked bewildered. He was much closer now, almost to the point that she could feel the prickling sensation of his smoky presence behind her. "No snippy comeback? What's-a matter with you? Ya sick?" his voice took on that clipped accent he sometimes let seep through when he was thrown off guard. His ghostly cold, blue hand hovered over the skin of her shoulder as if to try and help her. The warm feeling just grew more intense with his proximity.
"Ah!" She cried out, turning around abruptly, and almost collapsing onto the stone bench. The book she had tucked into her arm fell with a plop onto the ground, its pages splaying open. Hades was startled, and moved to hold her upright so she wouldn't fall. Meg's body was on fire! She was strung tense like an instrument wound too tightly. It felt like her strings would snap if pushed too far. Now, with Hades holding her front to his chest Meg's thought process was ebbing away. She firmly gripped his toga in a vice-like grip. Her lips were parted slightly in an effort to take in more oxygen. Her chest heaved with the exertion, and her legs were practically useless.
"Meg, doll, you're freaking me out here. What's wrong?" Hades asked, trying to remain stoic, but still weirded out by his minion's increasingly odd behavior. Something was definitely not right with her. He didn't think humans were supposed to act this way? Maybe she caught some human disease up there on earth?
He noticed the rosy red tint that stained her cheeks. Her mouth alternated between making these little…enticing gasps, and biting down furiously on her bottom lip. She clung to him like a starfish, refusing to let go. She was undulating, and quivering. Her lithe body refused to stay still, and it was honestly starting to really get to him.
Meg couldn't think. All she knew was fire. 'Hot…hot…so hot…mmm more!' She had no idea what had come over her, or how this started in the first place. But it was like a wild ride, and now that she was on it she couldn't go back. She was aware of the feeling between her legs. And she was aware of the body she was holding onto. It was Hades. And he was somehow stoking this fire within her. Meg quickly lifted her lower body up, and clenched her legs around Hades' middle.
Hade's eyebrows shot up his forehead in surprise. He didn't think…Meg couldn't be…but it seemed like she was…? Was little Nutmeg grinding on him?
And that's the cliffhanger! Dun dun duuuuun!~ Sorry if the ending seems a bit rushed. I felt Hades wasn't getting enough time in this chapter, so I wanted him to have a bit more of a cameo at the end. After all this is Meg/Hades, not Meg/Minos! Although gosh darnnit I'm kind of getting really into Minos's character. He's just so sweet! Maybe I will have to change that? Muahahaha...
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