TheRealMasonMac: Could you please put some warning next time? I'm not a fan of smut.

Absolutely. My bad to anyone who doesn't like that kinda stuff in their stories. In the future, I'll have a warning at the top of the story so you're aware of anything coming. It'll probably look like this: Smut Warning. Since I won't say exactly where and when it happens, just be aware that if I begin to describe characters removing clothes or kissing, like, really hard, then that's a good way to know a sex scene is coming.

A/N: Okay, you guys have done the unthinkable. You left me over seventeen reviews last time. I'm completely shocked. I literally had the biggest grin on my face for the rest of the week after that. You all are amazing, and I love you.

However, a few of you were confused about Aita's sudden shift toward Hemera instead of Hecate, so I'll try and justify it here. If my reasoning doesn't make sense, then PM me or leave it in a review and I'll do my best to explain.

Reason One: He's fucking pissed.

Something that I hope some of you understand is that Aita has no sense that time has passed. When he faded, he basically closed his eyes and when he opened them again a second later, over three thousand years had passed and his wife suddenly has kids and lovers. He wants revenge or some form of justice, and getting with Hemera seemed the best way to go.

Reason Two: He's stressed.

Dying is traumatic. I don't think anyone can argue that. Especially for a god, who grew up believing he'd live forever. To realize you died and came back to life would be hard on anyone, not to mention he's dealing with three crazy emperors and a race of being designed to kill gods, he isn't feeling very hopeful about going home, which is why he hasn't been fantasizing about spending time with his family—he doesn't want to get his hopes up and then fail. With that said, Aita would want to spend his second chance living, for however long that may be, and finding comfort in another woman's arms isn't that big of a deal when the world is ending.

Reason Three: He was drunk.

Nothing really to explain here. They were drunk, and feeling a little frisky. Nothing more.

Smut Warning

The Forgotten One

Chapter Twelve: The Talk

He was standing in a large cavern that had a single shaft of light in the center. Thick gray mist swirled around him, and he couldn't see what was on the other side.

"Hello?" he called, but nobody answered.

Where am I? he thought. The mist suddenly seemed to part like a veil, and a woman in a black dress walked toward him. The mist seemed to follow her as she walked, and Aita realized with a start that the mist was coming from her.

"Hecate," he breathed, eyes wide.

The woman stepped forward and then she was just ahead of him, the bottom of her dress billowing in some unfelt breeze.

"How could you?" she asked, eyes brimming with tears. "I thought you loved me."

"I do," Aita said, a lump forming in his throat. "I love you so much it hurts."

"They why?" she asked, cupping his face with a hand. "Why would you embrace that harlot and forget me?"

Suddenly a great fire erupted within Aita's chest, and he swiped her hand away. "How could I? How could you! You lay with other men and sired more children then I care to imagine! How long did you wait, huh? A month, a week? You swore to be mine for eternity, and yet you forgot me!"

She moved around him, running her finger along his back and chest. "Maybe so, but what reason do you have? I was left alone without you for so long, and I was not prepared for an eternity of celibacy, but what is your reason? You always prided yourself on your loyalty to me, and yet you share another woman's bed. Could you not have waited for our reunion to satiate your needs? I could've been yours again, but you ruined that chance."

Aita turned his head to follow her, keeping his eyes on her figure as she moved slowly around him. "Hemera has done more for me in these few weeks than you have done in three millennia. She brought me back from death, while you likely retreated to the Underworld and sought refuge with mortals."

"But can she love you?" she whispered in his ear, pressing her body against his back. "Does she love you as I do?" She ran her hands up and down his arms, lightly massaging his shoulders. "She is married, Aita. This affair cannot last." She bit his earlobe and tugged it with her teeth, drawing out a faint gasp from him.

He shook his head to clear his mind, and the mist seemed to fade momentarily. "You aren't real."

"Aren't I?" she asked, gripping his neck with her delicate fingers. "Do I not seem real?"

A hunting knife appeared in Aita's hand, and he slashed through the top half of Hecate's face. Instead of sinew and ichor, mist came pouring out. As her face returned, she asked, "You would harm me?"

"Get out," he said. "Go, damn you, I'm done with you."

"You can't hide from me," she said as she vanished.

Then the ground opened up beneath him, and he was swallowed.

-o-

He was still in bed, at least.

Hemera was still on top of him, her shoulders rising slowly as she slept. Aita could sense that there was still a few more hours until daybreak, so Meg was likely still asleep.

Slowly, he extracted himself from her, sliding out of bed with the silence of a kitten. He was naked, and his clothes were strewn about the room in a heap of cloth. He stood up and walked over to a small table and braced himself on it.

Hemera shifted. "Aita?"

He turned. Her hair was a mess of golden curls and she fucked him with her gaze. The blankets were drawn up to her chest and he could just barely make out the tops of her nipples. "Is everything okay?"

He nodded. "Fine. Go back to sleep."

She reclined on the bed but didn't close her eyes. "Spill."

"What?"

"Something's obviously wrong, so spill." When he didn't answer, she sighed. "Aita, what happened last night…it…we aren't—"

"I know what casual sex is," he interjected, face burning. "My brother practically invented it."

"Then what's the problem?"

He whirled around, face furious. "What isn't the problem? I'm married; you're married! We swore oaths to be loyal."

She scoffed. "And how have we been rewarded for our loyalty? Aether hardly ever visits—in fact, last night was the best fuck I've had in centuries. And Hecate? She doesn't even know you're alive, and even if she did, she still had kids and fucked other guys, so what does it matter if you sleep around too?"

"Be quiet," he said, shutting his eyes.

"Why should I? Let me get it through your thick skull—Hecate forgot about you. She moved on. Get over it."

"Shut up."

"Quit wallowing in self-pity—you're a god, for Chaos's sake! Take control of your life and move on. Nobody stays loyal, Aita. Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Dionysus, Aphrodite, Hebe, Hephaestus—they all promise to be loyal, but are they? No! Olympus is full of broken oaths, so why fight the current? Stop fighting, and enjoy yourself for once!"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" he screamed, rushing over and pinning her to the bed as he straddled her. "Shut your fucking mouth."

She stared up at him, breathless. "That's it. Get angry. Take it out on me; I can take it."

He growled and crashed their lips together, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned in pleasure and snapped her fingers. The blankets came up and covered them, leaving only their shoulders and heads visible.

She sighed when his cock entered her, hooking her legs on his hips. Slowly they began to buck their hips back and forth, their lips still firmly attached as their tongues battle for dominance.

"That's it…" she said when he kissed her collarbone. "…Fuck away the pain."

He brought his lips up to her again, beginning to speed up as his climax approached. Hemera threw her head back as her walls tightened and she came, moaning out his name. A few moments later he followed suit, squirting his seed deep within her.

They collapsed on top of each other, breathing heavily. Aita slid out and off of her, and she hooked a leg on his hip. "Feel better?"

He nodded. "Uh-huh. So…this thing—"

She covered his mouth with her hand. "Is completely meaningless. I don't love you, and you don't love me. Call it…stress relief. Some mortals even call it friends with benefits."

"So…we just fuck whenever we want to?"

"Mhmm." She kissed his lips. "Oh, I need you and Meg to head over to Puerto Rico."

"Why?"

"The giant Orion is tracking the Athena Parthenos, and will destroy it if given the chance."

He nodded. "Got it." He tried to get up, but she pushed him back down.

"Well…" she said as she straddled him, "you don't need to go right away; Orion is still a few hours away from Puerto Rico, and Meg's still asleep, so…"

He smiled. "A few more hours, huh? I wonder what we could so with so much time."

She smiled, and for a second he thought she looked like the Cheshire Cat. "I can think of a few things…"

She kissed him, and all his thoughts melted.

A/N: If you enjoyed, then please leave a review and tell me how awesome this chapter was, favorite and follow to be alerted to when I update, and get hype for the next chapter 'cause we'll be seeing Orion, the Hunters, the Amazons, and maybe even Caligula!

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