Avaarha, Goddess of the Underworld, was angry. Enraged even. Ethan, the son of her current favorite, Rosanna, had been rejected by his beau, and cruelly. That fair-haired boy's behavior was outrageous. To reject someone who loved him, who offered him everything when he had no one he felt he could count on, to spit on that love, that gift, like it was nothing, to break up in such a thoughtless manner, was unforgivable. But Avaarha was old, ancient even. She was long past her fiery, foolish days. So she had waited and watched. And she was glad she had. For some reason, two other Gods had taken an interest in the boy, the newly ascended Jacob and Kaila, particularly Kaila. For all Avaarha knew, this Justin Taylor was Kaila's new favorite. Jacob was nothing. Not yet. But Kaila, she might be a threat. Kaila was younger than Avaarha, but she was wise and very knowledgeable. In fact, the depth of her knowledge was rivaled only by that of the two eldest Gods, Elesne and Hakam. No, Avaarha would need to bide her time, to plot carefully. But, one way or another, Justin Taylor would pay. Perhaps she could cause problems between he and his boyfriend, Brian Kinney. Subtly, without raising Kaila's suspicion. They were a train wreck. It wouldn't take much.
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Little did Avaarha know that another God was plotting to break Brian and Justin up at the very same moment. It was the God of Fire, Dynatosagni. He had been 'taken' with Brian Kinney in every incarnation. All 500. He had even come to the man in various guises to sate his desire for the mortal. It seemed that that desire grew exponentially with every incarnation. He seemed to grow more beautiful, more irresistible each time. Thus, Dynatosagni had come to Brian in this incarnation every year since he'd gone through puberty. Much more frequently than he had done with any of his previous incarnations. But now, that was no longer possible. Now that Brian had promised himself to Justin Taylor. This eventually happened in every incarnation. That's when he had to step in and break them up. He'd done it 499 times so far. He could do it again. Little misunderstandings and supposed betrayals usually did the trick. He must or he'd never again feel that beautiful man's hands and mouth on his body, never again feel his manhood deep inside him, at least not in this lifetime. And he could not exist without Brian's caresses. Not for long. The periods between incarnations were more and more agonizing each time.
Dynatosagni hated Justin Taylor with a frightening intensity. He had tried to reach Brian as early as possible in each incarnation, to try to capture his heart before Justin could, first with dreams and then in flesh, but it had never worked. The second Brian laid eyes on Justin, it was all over. Even after their break ups, he could do nothing to win Brian's love. He could have his body, but that's all that was left once Justin was gone. In all honesty, Dynatosagni liked it best when Brian and Justin were together but not monogamous. That led to the hottest lovemaking, not that Brian would call it that, probably because Brian was still trying to convince himself that he wasn't in love with Justin, that Justin wasn't the best lover he'd ever had.
If only Dynatosagni could sway Brian's heart. Dynatosagni would simply have forced his will upon Brian long ago, but Elesne would not allow it. Love must be honest and true. Natural. So every 400 years, he tried again, and, every 400 years, he failed. The worst was when Justin died before Brian. Then Brian became a complete zombie. Dynatosagni sighed. He wished Brian would simply love him. In the deepest part of his heart (his figurative heart), he wished he were Justin. Yes, he'd gladly become mortal again if only Brian would love him. But Dynatosagni knew that that would never happen. Brian and Justin were soulmates. The best Dynatosagni could hope for was Brian's body, never his heart. But he'd take it. He'd take whatever he could get.
One might ask why, if Dynatosagni loved Brian, Dynatosagni did not protect him during childhood. For he was mistreated in every lifetime. He'd tried that once. Just once. Oddly enough, that had caused Brian to become someone else. A cold, shallow, self-involved person, what Brian was on the outside (That had been an especially bad incarnation for all three of them, Brian, Justin, and Dynatosagni, particularly for Justin and Dynatosagni). Dynatosagni should have guessed this would be so, being that he was the God of Fire. He knew all too well that fire ignited even as it tempered and purified. But he had been young and foolish then. He had not realized that mortals needed to experience pain, to suffer. That was, in part, how they developed hearts, how their souls grew. But still, he couldn't bear to see Brian in agony. So he protected him as much as he could. Sometimes, during particularly bad beatings, Dynatosagni would send Brian waking dreams. Most often sexual fantasies, but with the attendant pleasure, as though he were dreaming during sleep, but awake. Then Brian would not feel the pain. Sometimes, Dynatosagni would give Brian's father a little push, e.g., down stairs, if he were near a staircase, or increase Brian's father's blood alcohol levels, causing the man to pass out. But he could never protect Brian completely. Brian was forged in blood and tears. And the world needed Brian. Dynatosagni needed Brian.
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Brian and Justin's guests had finally gone home. Justin didn't know how Brian had managed it, but Brian had all of their belongings from the loft brought to the new house while Justin was at school and work. As Justin walked through each room (Brian and Michael were talking on the porch), he still couldn't believe it. When Justin reached the bedroom, he threw himself on the bed. His eyes widened. Apparently, Brian had gotten a mirror installed on the ceiling (Justin highly doubted that it was there when Brian purchased the house). Justin was immediately turned on by the thought of fucking beneath it. He quickly stripped. He lay there for a few minutes waiting, but Brian was taking his sweet time. Eventually, Justin got impatient and went searching for the 'toy chest.' He found it in the closet. Justin smiled. So much to choose from. He grabbed a few things and then returned to the bed. First he donned a black leather cock ring and matching black collar. Then he crawled back onto the bed. First, he took lube out of the nightstand drawer, lubed up a black vibrating butt plug, and then slowly worked it in to his ass and put it on the first setting. Then he cuffed his feet and then his hands (behind his back; he was on his side).
That's when Brian walked in. Brian quirked an eyebrow.
Justin smiled a naughty smile and then tried out his newfound acting skills, putting on a mask of indignation and declaring hotly, "You can fuck me, but I'll never want you. I won't enjoy it. I'm promised to another, and I love him."
Brian grinned and started stripping. Justin tried not to respond as Brian divested himself of his clothes, but he was doing so slowly, moving his body sinuously, with so much grace. Justin's eyes darkened, and he licked his lips. Then Brian strode over to the bed and sat down. He drawled, "I don't want your love. And you will enjoy it. I'll have you moaning my name and begging for more."
Justin scoffed, "That's unlikely."
Brian just smiled. "Whatever you say."
Then he uncuffed Justin's feet and moved him so that he was sitting up, his legs dangling over the side of the bed. The added pressure on the butt plug caused Justin to moan before he could stifle it. Brian grinned. "That's too easy." He pushed Justin onto his back, turned the butt plug off, and removed it. Then he pulled him back into a sitting position and spread Justin's legs. He ran his fingers along Justin's thighs, softly, so softly that Justin shivered. Justin glared at Brian and moaned, "Oh Steve."
Brian quirked an eyebrow and laughed. "Really? Really? Steve. What a boring name. He must be a real wet blanket in the bedroom."
Justin lifted up his chin and hissed, "He's fucking amazing at fucking. He brings me places you could never even dream of."
Brian clenched his jaw. But then he smiled, his eyes cold, and replied evenly, "We'll see. I'm tempted to gag you, but then I wouldn't be able to hear you begging for more."
Brian leaned in and drew the flat of his tongue along the underside of Justin's shaft (which was quite erect) and then over the tip, lapping up Justin's precum. Justin continued to glare at Brian. But when Brian licked and sucked the tip of Justin's cock all around the side and then drew it into his mouth and sucking on it hard, Justin had to bite his lip to hold back the whimper that was dying to come out. And when Brian started deepthroating Justin's cock and swallowing around the tip, Justin closed his eyes so Brian wouldn't see the pleasure he was giving him and even pulled his hands as far apart as they would go, to take the edge off and prevent himself from moaning. Brian stopped after a few moments to see Justin, his eyes shut tight and his body stiff as a board. It was a comical sight. Brian couldn't help but chuckle. This caused Justin's eyes to open and flash with anger.
Brian pushed Justin onto his back, crawled onto the bed next to Justin, slipped two fingers into Justin's well-prepared hole, and started massaging his prostate. He tried to kiss Justin, but Justin turned away, his mouth shut tight. That was followed by a deep body moan as Brian began to stroke Justin's cock slowly. Between the prostate massage and Brian's firm hand on his cock, squeezing it so tight even as he slid his hand up and down Justin's shaft, Justin's body was humming and thrumming with electricity. He even pushed back onto Brian's fingers. Brian found this quite amusing, especially when Justin scowled at him.
When Justin's balls began to tighten, Brian ceased his ministrations. Justin couldn't stifle the complaining whimper. Brian tilted his head and smiled. "All you have to do is ask for what we both know you want. Then I'll give you the release you need."
Justin spat out, "Never."
Brian shrugged. "Have it your way." Then he began licking and sucking on Justin's neck as he gently tugged on Justin's nipple ring. Justin bit his lower lip cutely and squeezed his eyes tight. Brian started sucking on Justin's neck harder and then bit him. Hard. Justin couldn't hold back the moan that inspired. Brian grinned. In moaning, Justin had opened his mouth slightly. He leaned in, brushed his lips against Justin's, and, before Justin could close his mouth, thrust his tongue inside, all the while tugging on the nipple ring and, to up the ante, started tugging on Justin's cock once more. Justin moaned into Brian's mouth and actually turned into the kiss. A moment of Brian plundering Justin's mouth later, Justin was kissing Brian back desperately. Brian ceased his ministrations and grabbed Justin's neck, pulling him closer and kissing him more deeply. Justin met Brian's passion with his own and moaned again. When he started rutting against Brian's leg, Brian pulled away and smiled.
He drawled, "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Justin looked torn. He sighed but then shook his head. Justin did so despondently, Brian noted (with great pleasure). Justin's cock was engorged and leaking copious quantities of precum. It wouldn't be long before Justin was begging for Brian's cock, and perhaps through tears of frustration. Brian decided then that he liked this game very much. He might even like it better on the other side. An orgasm after such self-denial and sweet torture might even render him unconscious.