The Underworld holds a specific smell of death and petrichor.

Dionysus sniffs slightly as he sits at the bar of the Lounge, rubbing his nose. He never gets quite used to it, or being there. It's a favor, of course; an occasional visit to check in on his most favorite Cousin.

Only, Zagreus is nowhere to be seen.

"What are you doing here?" The words are sharp like a whip as they cut through the air.

"Oh? Megaera!" Dionysus raises his glass in a toast and then drains it. "I'm here to see Zagreus, naturally. See how the boy is doing. His last trip to the surface ended a little prematurely, so—"

"He isn't here," says Megaera curtly.

Dionysus sighs. "As I've seen. Why do you think I'm at this bar drinking my woes away?"

"Because that is what you are always doing." She pauses, giving him a once-over, her mouth curling. "Don't drink the entire store while you're here."

"Never fear, dearest Meg. I bring my own booze." And just like that, his glass fills once more. "Now tell me—has Zag set about a journey to go to the surface once more?"

"No, he's out with Thanatos."

She sounds annoyed by that, which causes Dionysus's mouth to curve into a wicked grin. "Jealousy isn't a good look for you, Meg—"

"Don't call me Meg."

He will, and they both know it. Her annoyance is mostly a well-played game. Megaera takes the seat next to him and orders a drink of her own. "I am surprised that you stuck around, though."

"Perhaps I was feeling nostalgic."

"For death and despair?" She snorts.

"For my family."

Megaera snorts again. "Look, if you're going to stay here, I have an idea. Let's spar."

Oh, it's been a while since they've done that. In fact, it's been a while since Dionysus has indulged in a good rough-and-tumble of any sort, and the idea of it seems better by the second. Especially if Megaera is initiating the idea of it.

"A spar," he starts. "Those are always fun. Let's up the ante, though."

Megaera raises a brow. "Oh? Go on."

"We spar. If I win, we fuck."

She laughs, loud, and then drowns half of her glass. "How about this—you win, you fuck me. But if I win, I fuck you."

Dionysus blinks, his cock twitching slightly at the idea of it. Oh, that sounds delicious. Definitely down his alley, something that he would love nothing more than to indulge in. Megaera is a beast in many ways, particularly in intimate affairs.

He raises his glass. "That, dearest Meg, is a bet that I happily accept."

She clinks her glass against his, her mouth twisting into a wily smirk.

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It has, admittedly, been a long time since he's picked a fight with someone. "Surely you aren't planning on using that whip of yours."

Megaera lifts a brow. "Oh? Most seem to beg for it. I'm known to be quite good with my aim."

Dionysus would be lying if he didn't feel her words drop straight to his cock. He clears his throat and says, "Then perhaps later. I've been known to beg."

"That is a sight I'd like to see. You, quivering underneath my hands. I bet you're a big boy who can take it well—"

"Are we going to fight or not?" His question is more of a distraction, but Maegara isn't dumb. Her gaze drops straight to where his dick tents his chiton.

"We've named the prize, but let's name the terms."

"No whips—"

"No whips," she agrees, "but hand-to-hand always has its appeal. Something about feeling those glistening muscles underneath my palms—"

Dionysus groans. "Are you trying to do me in before we even start?" He isn't immune. Her words pick and pull at his core with little effort.

"Is it working?"

Yes. He swallows thickly, unclasping the cape around his shoulders. "Right then, hands-on grappling. Good idea. Until?"

"One of us lands a pin of three seconds."

"Agreed."

The training pit of House Hades isn't particularly private, but Dionysus finds that he doesn't quite care. Maegara stands opposite him, legs bent at the knee, eyes alert. "Ready?" she asks, her lips quirked.

Dionysus was yesterday, he thinks. Centuries ago, even.

They're off. Megaera flies across the court, quick on her feet and with feral grace. Dionysus grunts as he barely catches her by the wrist, twisting her arms. She hits hard and her weight is heavier than he expects. She bends under his grasp, going with the movement, lithe and flexible.

Because of course. He pushes her away and they reset.

"Not bad," she says, her chin held high.

"You hit hard for a woman."

Megaera laughs. "I'm not known for pulling my punches. Don't you remember? I said that men beg to be under my foot."

Yes, he is sure. And he's no exception. "Round two, then?"

They go again, and Megaera goes for his waist, wrapping her arms around him with the intent to toss. Dionysus's hands scrabble against her back, trying to gain purchase to flip their positions, but he can't get a good hold.

She pushes and pushes, and his feet slip across the slippery floor. And then she shifts, pulling at his waist, tipping him. Dionysus lets himself fall, giving in as he sprawls across the ground, Megaera straddling his legs with her powerful thighs.

"That was too easy," she says, dragging a hand down his chest. "You lost on purpose. Are you that eager to get fucked by me?"

"Yes." There isn't a point in lying about it, not when his shame is clear and twitching before her.

She smirks, finding the opening of his chiton and pulling it open. His cock springs out, slapping against his toned stomach. Megaera drags a finger down the length slowly. "Yes, I can see that. Such a needy thing, aren't you?"

Dionysus doesn't whine, he doesn't whine—he does, keening pitifully as she wraps her hand around his cock, stroking it. He's already slick, precome dribbling from the tip, and she sweeps her thumb through it and brings it to her mouth for a taste.

"Delicious," she says sultry, her tone pitched low. And then her hand is back near his cock, smoothing over the skin of his groin.

Dionysus spreads his legs eagerly, lifting his hips. He snaps his fingers and a bottle of Nectar appears. Megaera eyes it, head cocked to the side. "Just—Come on."

"Impatient," she chuckles, plucking the bottle from the air. She slicks her fingers quickly, and drags her thumb down the seam of his balls. Then lower, into the crease of his crack, sweeping across his hole.

She sinks a finger in, and Dionysus's head tips back. He moans, raising his hips to press against her palm. Megaera curls the finger against his insides. Then, a second finger is added, and then a third—

"You are—"

"Quick? Efficient? I thought that you wanted it like this."

Oh, how he does. She fucks her fingers into him quickly, spreading them wide to pull and tug at his rim. Truth be told, he's a god, and he doesn't need the prep; but he loves it, her stinging touch and the way that she drives her fingers into him mercilessly.

"Gods," he hisses, "I—"

"Hm, do you want it? Maybe you should beg for me."

"Oh, you can't be serious."

She must be, because she pulls her fingers from his ass and looks at him expectantly. "Pick your poison."

Dionysus feels the way that his throat bobs at the suggestion. He waves his hands and a fake cock falls into her hands.

Megaera turns it over, regarding it carefully. "Oh," she says, amused, "This is… well, certainly not what I expected." It takes a moment for her to strap it on, leaving a thick, girthy length that hangs between her legs. She slicks it with the Nectar and presses the tip to his hole.

She presses into him slowly, but with a single stroke, gliding right into the root of her cock.

"Fuck," hisses Dionysus. "Oh, oh—"

"Look at how well you take me. To think that I get to fuck a God."

Dionysus's head slams against the hard ground of the training pit. He moans as she pulls out to the tip, only to slam right back in, no longer caring about taking it slow. She pushes at his thighs, pressing them closer to his chest, and Dionysus lets himself be folded easily.

"You—full, fuck, I'm so—"

"How is it?" she asks, leaning closer to him, biting into the meat of his shoulder. She fucks her cock in deep and settles there for a slow grind. "Who knew that you'd beg for it so sweetly?"

He'd beg for eternity if it meant she didn't stop thrusting into him. He fucks back against her, trying to force her hand. "Please—"

"Gods, you are desperate, aren't you?" She tuts teasingly, dragging a hand down his front before spreading his asscheeks to see where he's stretched wide around her cock. "Luckily for you, so am I. Seeing you like this does things to me."

"Megaera, please, please—"

She rolls her hips, fucking into him once more, unhurried movements that press into him hard and deep. Dionysus moans, his voice cracking as her cock grazes his prostate, mouth stuttering as he goes taut against her.

"Oh, there?" She grins at him, then, wild and lustful. Megaera's hand finds his cock, wrapping around it as she adjusts her angle and fucks right into that bundle of nerves.

Heat rolls through him, and pleasure builds and builds. He meets everything thrust with one of his own, his ass flush with her front. She watches him like a hawk, eyes blazing as he whines against her.

"Does it feel good?" she asks cruelly.

"Yes," he murmurs, "Gods—yes, just keep fucking me." She doesn't need to be asked, but he can't help but beg. "Darling," he continues, "Perfect, fuck, fuck."

"Oh, I love you like this, so lost and compliant. Lord Dionysus, like putty underneath my hands. You're shaking against me, you know. Begging for it."

"Harder." It's a punched request that he croaks out.

Megaera obliges, fucking into him faster, nailing the right angle, over and over. Her hand tugs at his cock, curling around the tip on every upstroke, squeezing at him tight. He's close, he is so fucking close.

"Hm, are you going to come for me?"

"I'm—Megaera."

"My name sounds so good on your lips."

Dionysus comes in a blinding white-hot flash, painting her hand with pearly white come. "Oh my gods, I'm—Gods, I'm—" He cries out, lost in his pleasure, legs shaking around her waist as she still moves inside of him.

Megaera slows her thrusts, fucking him through his orgasm gently until he's nothing but a writhing mess underneath her, overstimulated and tears leaking from his eyes. She leans over him, her lips cool against his brow. "Shh, there's a good boy," she says, her voice a soothing balm as she settles her cock in deep and lets him ride out his high.

Later, she pulls out and he winces slightly, his ass just sore enough to be a bother. But it was worth it, so, so worth it. Dionysus is already thinking about ways to talk her into this sort of indulgence again.

But, to his surprise, she broaches the topic first. Megaera regards him with a strange sort of fondness as she thumbs across the rise of his hip bone.

"So, next week?" she asks casually "Drinks are on you, obviously."

Dionysus laughs.