AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: As much fun as I had with the last chapter, I definitely had a great time with this one! I am happy with the progression of this story, and I thank all of you for following me through this journey.
Speaking of which, if anyone who has gotten this far is interested, I added some information to the first chapter and corrected a few things that were bothered me. So, if you want, head to the first chapter to see some new information and actions.
Foolishly, I thought this story would end after a mere 10 chapters, but with the way my mind is working, that will no longer be the case. I won't limit the chapters to an imagination maximum, but I'm not trying to make this as long as, say, Amoris Oppositi was. Either way, thank you, and enjoy this next chapter.
Chapter Warnings: cursing, comical sibling interaction, fluff between both brothers, Grimmjow's turn, hilarity and a special surprise at the end!
Chapter IX
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Grimmjow just submitted the official proposal when Panthera returned to the house, several hours later, where the god of darkness flashed his twin a brilliant smile.
"Stop that. It's unsettling to see you smile like that," Grimmjow scolded, put off by his brother's enthusiasm.
"Aw, come on! Let me have this!" Panthera chuckled, too happy to be dragged down by his brother today. The god stretched his muscles and looked over the draft scrolls littering the kitchen's island. "So, it's done, huh? Have you heard anything yet?"
"No; I literally just sent them in when you got home. How's Isidore?" Grimmjow crossed his arms, amused yet bewildered by Panthera's high spirits. Sure, getting laid was something the perverse god of darkness frequently enjoyed in the past, but he had never acting like this before. It was almost like he was a different god.
Panthera smiled fondly as he rolled up the scrolls to be disposed of later. "Sleeping like a babe, no doubt. He had a long night." He said with a wicked smirk. There he was, Grimmjow thought to himself dryly.
"I could see that, given the images you oh so generously sent my way," the god of light said just as flatly. "I'm glad you had such a good time but don't rub it in my face too much, would you? I want to spoil him just as much as you do."
Panthera made an exaggerated look of shock. "Grimmjow, is that jealousy?" he asked just as dramatically, much to his twin's annoyance.
"Not jealous … envious. I wanted to be there for his first time too, but knew it would be overwhelming for him," Grimmjow explained calmly. "I'm still just as much his soulmate as you are. I can't possibly be jealous of you in that aspect. I just … wanted to be there, that's all." He admitted softly.
Panthera swallowed the taunting response he was going to make, realizing Grimmjow was being the bigger person in a situation he was flaunting so insensitively.
"Sorry … you did lay all the groundwork for this to happen." Panthera muttered, his mood sufficiently dampened.
Grimmjow snorted at his dejected expression. "Oi, don't go playing the victim here. You're allowed to be thrilled with yourself. Speaking of which," the god of light leaned over the island, eyes alight with curiosity. "How was he, really?"
The god of darkness smirked. "Perfect. Fucking perfect. For someone so new to everything, he was eager to learn and try just about anything. Well … most things anyways." He admitted. "Shit, he even managed to go four rounds with only a little rest in between."
Grimmjow made a noise of surprise. "That's not normally heard of for virgin men. Women, yes, but men … Isidore is full of surprises, isn't he?" he wondered out loud before narrowing his eyes, suspicious. "You better not have pushed him into it, Pan." He warned, his voice low.
"Hey! Don't look at me like that! He was the one who wanted to keep going! I was worried I would break him if we kept going. But fuck, the boy's kinkier than I would have expected for someone so shy around other people. Heh, it really is the quiet ones to look out for." Panthera snickered.
"Kinky? Our Isidore?" Grimmjow looked doubtful. Isidore had been mortified by the harmless trick Panthera played on him when Grimmjow was still disguised as Mikolas. To imagine him doing anything that would make Panthera smirk like that was … hard to believe.
"Trust me; he's into rough play. Kept wanting me to choke him and he wouldn't stop biting me." Panthera insisted, pulling down the collar of his robes to show one of Isidore's love bites as proof.
It was already fading given his personal healing abilities, but there was still a faint impression of their soulmate's teeth dented in the god's pallid shoulder. Actually, it was clear there had been a few more, judging by the faint bruises from the already healed ones by his collarbone.
Grimmjow froze for a moment before glaring, horrified, at his brother before exclaiming:
"You sick fuck! How could you corrupt him so much already?!"
"Hey! He chose to do it," Panthera scowled. "I didn't make him do anything he didn't want to do! Don't give me that look. Besides … he did a lot more than that. Heh, you might want to watch your prudish ass before he ends up taking your virginity!"
"Fuck off! I might not have had as many trysts as you but I'm more than capable of giving him the passion and experience he deserves. You're just a damned whore!"
"Having a good time doesn't make me a whore, but you looking down on me for it makes you a prissy little bitch!"
"Sex addicted jackass!"
"At least I actually know what to do with my dick, yours might just shrivel up and disintegrate the moment you actually get an erection!"
The heated argument would last ten minutes of the twins swearing vulgar atrocities at each other until they stormed into their respective rooms, sufficiently furious with one another.
…..
Isidore winced as Anatoli kept trotting along a good three or four miles [6.4 kilometers] away from home, near the sea. He had taken the horse out, as he had earned the exercise after all his help tending to the fields. The problem, however …
'I didn't expect to still feel this sore a day later.' Isidore lamented, but soldiered through the discomfort since he loved riding Anatoli so much. The horse wasn't trying to run too fast at least; perhaps he noticed his master shifting uncomfortably or was just happy to be out of his stall for a ride.
The farmer blushed as he recalled the previous night. He wasn't sure what took over him to make him act so … violent. Luckily, it seemed like Panthera was happy to take the pain. He had certainly enjoyed the painful acts, or at least it looked like he had. The mortal idly wondered if Grimmjow had the same type of interests.
"What has you so lost in thought?" a smooth baritone asked from behind him, causing Isidore to flinch. Whipping around, Isidore smiled brightly at the god of light who returned the expression with fondness in his eyes.
"Grimmjow! What are you doing out here?" he asked, though he was hardly bothered by the god's sudden appearance.
"Well, I stopped by your home, but since you weren't there, I figured I'd check by the water. I know you love the sea." He said, reaching out to scratch Anatoli behind the ears. "Good boy; you've been taking wonderful care of him." He praised.
Isidore smiled brightly. "I love him so much; I can't express in words how much I appreciate you for finding him for me." He said, his eyes shining with his sincerity.
"How about a kiss then?" the god cheekily suggested. The mortal chuckled, and pulled the god's face up to his for a passionate kiss. Isidore's tongue coaxed Grimmjow's into his mouth, letting the god take over the kiss. Unconsciously, the mortal also took one of his lover's hands and guided it to rest on his neck.
Grimmjow froze; thinking back to the argument with his brother from earlier, and pulled away, slightly flustered by his soulmate's boldness.
Isidore, blissfully, wasn't aware of his gaffe, and looked at the god in concern. "Is everything alright? Did … did I do something wrong?" he asked, his eyes wide and innocent.
Grimmjow awkwardly cleared his throat, not wanting to embarrass his lover. "It's nothing … I didn't want you to be uncomfortable, leaning like that on your horse." He hastily explained. He had noticed Isidore's discomfort, at the least.
Isidore smiled, touched. "Would you like to ride with me?" he asked. Anatoli was a large horse, and given how small Isidore was, it would not be an issue for him to carry the other man.
Grimmjow hoisted himself onto the horse, tugging the smaller male closer to him and nuzzled his shoulder before kissing him on the neck. "You're too lovely for your own good." He said, taking over the reins and guiding the horse toward the beach.
Kamarina's beaches were not nearly as warm as the island of Ma-I had been, but Isidore enjoyed coming out here when he had been a small child. It had been years since he bothered to make trip.
"I think you speak too highly of me. Both of you, actually." Isidore insisted, feeling awkward to accept this constant praise after years of scorn and abuse.
Grimmjow sighed; he saw right through his young soulmate's troubles. Still struggling with a positive self-image and esteem, but they would be fools to think just because he was finally experiencing happiness that it would miraculously disappear. But that wasn't a reason to stop showering him in love.
"Hush; the universe blessed us with you for a reason, and the same goes for you. I would never say anything so heavy without meaning it." He promised. Isidore said nothing, but his smile showed he appreciated it.
The two stared off into the ocean for a while before the god urged the horse to head back to the farm. Isidore closed his eyes and rested against the larger man while Anatoli trotted back.
"Ah, by the way, we've arranged for your divinity trial, which will grant you immortality," Grimmjow explained. Isidore tilted his head in confusion.
"I wasn't aware a trial was needed for someone to be granted immortality," He said slowly.
"Well, that's because it's a sacred event. Ordinary mortals aren't allowed to know under normal circumstances. Surely, your family will be an exception once you've been granted approval, but they will be sworn to keep it a secret."
"Ah, I see … but what does the trial mean? Who runs it?" Isidore fretted, feeling nervous.
"Don't worry; while Panthera and I aren't on it, you do have an ally. Sunnera is an integral part of the committee, and we all know she was charmed by you and your devotion to her."
Isidore smiled, feeling instantly better. "Who else will be presiding over the trial?" he asked, still curious.
"Well, remember a lot of us have different names from what you're used to knowing, but for simplicity's sake, I'll still to the Greek names," Grimmjow said. "There's Athena, of course, but then there's Apollo, Zeus, Aphrodite, Aisa [a lesser-known god of lot and fate] and Dike [goddess of justice]. There will also be a prophetic reading from the seer Iamus."
Isidore's head spun at the idea of so many important gods deciding his fate. Lady Athena was imposing enough, but Apollo, Aphrodite, Dike AND Zeus? It was terrifying to imagine. So much so, that the mortal began shaking.
"Hey, hey … don't get nervous. When it comes to soulmate requests, it's mostly a formality," Grimmjow assured him softly, hugging him close. "There's only been three soulmate cases that have been denied, and they were proven to bring calamity for the other deities if the mortal became a powered being."
To help avoid causing Isidore any unnecessary stress, Grimmjow trailed kisses up and down his neck, one hand on the reins while the other soothingly rubbed up and down Isidore's arm.
That did make Isidore feel better, and he relaxed. "I probably shouldn't have asked in the first place," he apologized sheepishly. "Will I be a part of the trial?" he asked curiously.
"I doubt it; rarely is a soulmate actually involved unless any of the presiding gods have questions for them. That is more for mortals being brought into immortality for great feats or outstanding loyalty." Grimmjow insisted, waving off the idea as he nuzzled into Isidore's shoulder blade.
"However, other gods may share their concerns or comments at the trial as well, so you can expect some kind words from Jinn as well, assuming she shows up. There's an invitation sent to every deity to avoid exclusion. But like I said, anyone who complains about your trial will be dealt with by Panthera or myself, so there's no reason to be worried, Agape."
Isidore had been a devote man who regularly prayed and followed the rules laid out before him. There would be no reason to cast doubt upon him.
As they drew nearer to the farm, Isidore felt completely assured and sighed contently. "So, if I'm approved, is the change immediate?"
"No; we wait for Gamelion as promised, but you will receive a blessing that marks you to other gods, forbidding them to avoid causing you any direct harm until the day you are turned. Mortals won't be able to see it, but of course, we will protect you." Grimmjow vowed, his expression serious.
"I trust you two to do just that," Isidore said softly, turning carefully on the horse to kiss the golden skinned god in front of him. Grimmjow wrapped his arms around the young mortal and held him tightly before pulling back to help Isidore down, now safely back at the farmer's property.
The god noticed immediately when Isidore winced and rubbed at his lower back upon getting off the horse.
"Are you alright? I warned that idiot to be gentle with you." He grumbled, replacing the mortal's hand with his own and massaged. He wasn't exactly gifted with healing abilities, but he was able to at least soothe a minor inconvenience like this.
Isidore flushed at Grimmjow's warm hands circled the pained area, quietly realizing the god never dared to dip below his backside.
The mortal was struck, again, by how different the twin gods were. Grimmjow looked out more for his personal interests and comfort, whereas Panthera was consistent about passion and the occasional teasing.
"I'm … alright." he managed when Grimmjow glanced at him with concern. "I hope this doesn't bother you too much," he mumbled.
The god of light chuckled before giving the mortal a brief but loving kiss.
"Isidore … as I've said before, being jealous of my twin would be no different than being jealous of myself," he said calmly, pointedly massaging the wrist that held his brother's summoning relic bracelet. Isidore glanced away, feeling foolish.
"Sure … but I … we …" he stammered, feeling embarrassed about last night now that the arousal was long since gone.
"I'm thrilled you were able to trust Panthera, and by default, myself by taking on that huge milestone. I know that was a big deal for you, and truthfully, Panthera was the better choice to make that step with," Grimmjow assured him. "We will have our own time soon enough. If it happens tomorrow, after Gamelion, or even a year or so later, I'll accept you with open arms.
"Neither of us will fight over you in such a vulgar manner. At least, I'll make sure Panthera doesn't try." He added, his eyes narrowing at the mere idea.
Isidore relaxed. He wasn't sure he'd make the elder man wait a whole year before laying with him, but he appreciated Grimmjow understanding he needed a bit more time before he could try having sex again.
"I appreciate it," he offered sincerely, slipping his hand into Grimmjow's as they walked Anatoli back to his stall together.
The two talked for several minutes before the god begrudgingly left to perform his necessary tasks, vowing to see his mortal lover later on.
Isidore smiled as he thought about how wonderful his lovers were. Of the two gods, Grimmjow was levelheaded and thoughtful, something he appreciated in contrast to Panthera's brash and impulsive actions. Both were good in their own ways, though, he thought with a smile.
The farmer worked for the rest of the day in relative quiet, only interrupted by his sisters wanted to ride Anatoli for themselves or going inside for food. As the sun began its journey behind the mountains, Isidore prepared to head in for the night.
"Hey." Isidore spun around, startled, only to sigh in relief to find it was Panthera. The god grinned at him playfully. "What's the matter? Not happy to see me, Essi?" he teased.
Isidore frowned. "You keep scaring me! Stop that!" he scolded, much to the darkness god's amusement. "Can't you be a little less suspicious? It feels wrong whenever you do that!"
Panthera snorted before grabbing the grumpy farmer's hand and kissing it. "But you keep making such pretty faces for me every time," he teased, laughing as Isidore sputtered in protest. "Fine … I'll make an effort. Wouldn't want you to start avoiding me now. How was your day?"
Isidore pouted at Panthera's nonchalant reaction, but relaxed at the genuine kindness in his night-colored eyes. The farmer and god sat in the grass as Isidore recounted his experience with Anatoli and his siblings, his thoughts about the divinity trial and other small things that happened throughout his day.
Panthera barely spoke, merely listening and watching his lover smile and talk about his younger sisters. "Mhm… and how is your mother faring? I take it she's nearly if not completely healed from the illness she had?" he asked.
Isidore was touched; Panthera rarely asked about his family (he was more interested in trying to catch up on lost time while he was disguised as a horse) and smiled brightly.
"She's not fully there yet; she had lost so much weight," he said as he stared at the house where his family were surely slumbering. "But the potion you two procured for us is all but gone and she no longer feels pain. I couldn't be more grateful to you both."
"… I didn't have any part of that though," Panthera admitted, his shoulders slumping forward, eyes downcast. "I'm touched you think I did, but I … don't have a very good relationship with most of the gods of the heavens. Grimmjow doesn't go to the parties or out of his way to be friendly either, but they're even less likely to talk to me. I'm sorry … I wish I could undo my previous actions had I known it would be in your benefit later."
"Panthera … don't say such things," Isidore soothed, placing a hand on the god of darkness' back. "What happened in the past is done. And you have done so much for me, just by being there for me at all." He smiled. "You went out of your way to be there even in disguise to watch over me and be involved. I appreciate that so much."
Panthera pulled his mortal lover closer to him with a smile. "You're horrible; making me feel good about doing the bare minimum," he teased, kissing the sputtering farmer's temple in appreciation. "But thanks. I'm going to try and make amends with the higher realm gods after the trial anyways; wouldn't hurt to try and be a bit more social outside of the underworld."
Isidore smiled perceptively. "You could start now, you know?" he offered, imagining his imposing and intimidating second soulmate had made quite a few transgressions in his expansive lifetime.
The god wilted under the knowing gleam in his lover's eyes, accurately guessing Isidore's thoughts. "Yeah well … anything I say now will sound like I am trying to garner favor towards you getting accepted as an immortal, so it would seem suspicious." He explained awkwardly as the other man giggled.
"I can only imagine the long list of people this includes," Isidore teased, enjoying the switch in roles. For once, he was able to tease the god who constantly poked fun at his expense.
The mortal laughed as Panthera groaned; oblivious as he was, Isidore had no idea just how long that list actually was. Damn; he'd really have to start groveling soon enough, he thought moodily.
Panthera pinched the mortal's side gently with a snicker as Isidore yelped. "Oi, it's not kind to mock people while's they're feeling sorry for themselves," he halfheartedly scolded.
Isidore huffed and shoved the older man as he rubbed his waist, glaring at the god. "Says the man who … hey! What are you doing?" he exclaimed as Panthera pushed back, knocking him into the grass.
Panthera laughed as he knelt above the stunned mortal. "Initiating a punishment. You struck me, and even had the audacity to call me a mere man." He said gravely, though his twitching smile betrayed him.
Isidore's face colored at the intense gaze coming directly above him. "Pan, that's not fair! You tease me constantly!" he squirmed, though he was beginning to feel aroused from the older being above him pinning him down not unlike he had yesterday.
The god of darkness laughed again at Isidore's cute expression, and relented, letting go of Isidore's wrists. He pulled the mortal closer and rolled over, letting the stunned man rest on his chest. Before Isidore could react, Panthera pulled him in for a kiss.
Isidore melted into it. The primordial being wrapped his pale but powerful arms around the mortal, tracing patterns into Isidore's tunic, before slowly trailing his hands down.
Isidore shivered and pulled away just as Panthera cupped his ass, cheeks glowing even redder. "Please not tonight; I'm still …" he mumbled.
Panthera chuckled, the sound rumbling through Isidore's clothes and vibrating through his body. "Poor baby; want me to kiss it better?" he asked with a wicked smile.
Isidore squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head violently. The god moved his hands away without so much as a sigh and instead stroked the mortal's hair.
"Alright, fine; not tonight," Panthera conceded. After all, they'd have all of eternity not long after this. "Let me get you inside; the weather's getting a little cool to keep you out too late after dark."
Isidore nodded in appreciation. It was almost Gamelion; the temperature kept dropping in the evenings. He was so glad he had been gifted the blankets and quilt he had received to his family (except the furs from the night before; he still had those). Everyone was so comfortable with the practical gifts.
Without pause, Panthera teleported them to Isidore's room, where he smirked at the way Isidore had neatly folded the pelts. "Do you find them comfortable?" he asked, eyeing the bedding while Isidore finished up his normal prayers (how precious; he included them as well).
Isidore smiled as he undressed. "Absolutely. I have no idea what creature they came from, but it's the softest thing I've ever felt," he said, trailing his hand across the fluffy skins.
Knowing Isidore had a soft spot for animals, Panthera didn't have the heart to tell him what beavers and minx were or looked like, especially since those two cute animals made up the majority of his skins. So, the god simply smiled as he drank in Isidore's nude form. Again, he thanked The Fates Isidore wasn't raised in a land so prudish like the Chinese or some Western cultures.
"I'm glad you're enjoying my skins. Feel free to use them for the remainder of this winter," Panthera said kindly, taking the furs and wrapping them around his naked lover. However much he wanted to go further, Isidore had already said no. Plus, his family would hear, which would embarrass the farmer.
Isidore froze despite the warm covering. "These are your personal skins? No … I can't possibly," he tried before a finger came to his lips, silencing him.
"It's my gift to you," Panthera insisted. "Besides, I have plenty more, and you can always return them to me when you move in with us up in the heavens."
Isidore blinked in surprise. "You live in the heavens too?" he asked. At Panthera's nod he felt rather confused. "But you're a Chthonian god …" he murmured.
Panthera chuckled. "True; but I'm the one who created the underworld in the first place, so I get special privileges," he assured. This was true, and while a majority of the Chthonian gods did stay in the underworld, a few were known to live in the heavens as well.
Isidore hummed, and wrapped the furs around him. "Still … I appreciate you, both of you." He smiled, his eyes drooping in fatigue and comfort.
Panthera gently guided the mortal into his net bedding, feeling secure that his lover would be comfortable. "Rest well, Isidore. We'll see you in the near future." He promised.
Isidore hummed, shifted in his cocoon of warmth, and fell asleep, but not before whispering, "Love you …" under his breath.
Panthera sighed happily as he took his leave, those two words enough to revitalize the same level of elation he had from the night before.
He entered the underworld with the same pleased smile as he overlooked the scrolls and tasks before him. This was not unnoticed by one of his sons, Ulquimorrta.
"You seem quite content these days, Father," the dour god of death said, his normally monotone voice taking on an air of curiosity.
Panthera chuckled as he discharged some dark mist into the atmosphere. "Ulqui, one day you'll understand. At least I hope so … you hardly ever leave this place outside of work." He said as he patted his quietest child on the back.
Ulquimorrta tended to take his tasks very seriously as the god of death. It was a never-ending quest to collect and observe the necessary placement of souls, but one the god did well. A rare smile ghosted the death god's face as he appreciated the even rarer kinship moment between himself and the god who sired him.
"Having a soulmate truly does wonders for your mood," he noted. Panthera let out a belly laugh at the observation. He was known for his sporadic temper, and it made sense that most of the denizens of Tartarus seemed curious about its original ruler's sudden happiness.
"Yeah well, I can't wait to introduce you to him. He's even expressed his own interest in meeting you and the others," Panthera announced.
Ulquimorrta tilted his head in confusion. "Your soulmate … wants to meet us? Down here?" he asked dubiously. Mortals tended to fear the underworld, no matter which culture it was. The Greeks especially shared stories of how fearful the Chthonian gods were.
In truth, Ulquimorrta was one of the most jaded gods of the underworld, having felt the brunt of mortals' fear and the higher gods' distain for collecting their favorite mortals or even soulmates. He respected his father (and "uncle" Grimmjow), naturally, but for the most part, the god of death kept to himself and ignored everyone around him, his father, elder brother, twin and other siblings notwithstanding.
Panthera shook his head. "Once he's an immortal like us, that way you don't have to feel obligated to keep your distance. He's nervous, but more so because you're my child, not because of who you are." He insisted.
Ulquimorrta remained quiet the rest of the time, but Panthera noticed his aura was significantly less miserable than usual.
…
After nine days, Isidore dearly missed his soulmates. According to a note left by Grimmjow (he had taught the farmer how to read and write in the past two months!) there were a lot of preparations to make regarding his divinity trial, and Panthera was being kept busy with numerous deaths from another part of the world.
The farmer sighed, feeling listless and even bored. He's never felt that way before … always finding work to do. But with his mother recovered and having less to do since Anatoli plowed the extra farmland, he wasn't needed to do much for a while. He didn't want to complain, but he especially missed his lovers.
The mortal traced his necklace and sighed. "Grimmjow … I miss you." He murmured.
The stone glowed faintly, and the sun kissed god appeared in front of him in a burst of light with a smile.
"Hello to you too," he offered, his arms wide open. Isidore didn't hesitate to rush into the primordial god's embrace.
"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you … I know you're working hard," Isidore said, tightening his hold on the elder man.
Grimmjow shook his head and kissed the side of his silly lover's neck. "Don't be like that; I told you I'd come no matter what. Besides, most things have been taken care of, so everything is fine." He insisted.
The date was set for the divinity trial. He had received the notice yesterday, and was in the process of planning a surprise for the orangette in front of him, but happily came at the sensation the mortal was missing him.
The god pulled away just enough to give a loving kiss. Isidore sighed and relaxed, leaning into Grimmjow's larger frame. Isidore took some initiative and trailed his hands down the god's back before resting at his hips.
Grimmjow bit back a groan; wanting to act as crudely as his twin and take their lover right there in the middle of the fields. Thankfully, he restrained himself, but only just enough.
"How have you been feeling?" the god asked, his eyes dipping down briefly enough to let the mortal precisely what he was asking about.
Isidore flushed, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "…I'm healthy and recovered, if that's what you mean. Have been for a while even …" he rambled, his eyes darting around looking anywhere but Grimmjow's entertained face.
"Don't act so shy. That type of reaction affects me too, you know?" Grimmjow warned softly, his eyes filled with hunger though his overall expression remained calmly amused.
Isidore looked up, startled. Such a line he expected from Panthera, sure, but not Grimmjow. However, he couldn't say he didn't like it. The mortal bit his lip before taking the god's face into his hands and forced him to tilt down for an even more passionate kiss than the first, moving forward so his body was flush with the divine being in front of him.
Was he greedy for wanting to sleep with Grimmjow so quickly after Panthera? He wasn't sure, but he doubted the gods would have such a moral debate.
This time, Grimmjow didn't hold back his noise of frustration as he greedily swallowed every sound his lover was making. There was no one here to see them anyways. Although …
Grimmjow paused and gently pulled away, an idea forming. The god of light smirked as he looked above him. Truly, no one was watching … so …
"Hey, Isidore, I know I told you over a week ago I would wait as long as I needed," he trailed off, giving the mortal a particular look. "But it appears you have no interest in waiting either, if I'm correct?"
Isidore swallowed thickly, and nodded curtly. Were they going to go back to that island? Not that he was complaining. Plus, he was definitely curious about how further his relationship with Grimmjow would go.
He wasn't given enough time to think more on the subject, as Grimmjow's eyes flashed and the two teleported away.
Isidore opened his eyes to find himself … in a house? It was unlike any home he has ever seen. It was outrageously luxurious compared to his own.
The walls and floor were made entirely of blue marble, though the floor was a much richer color. Pure white marble columns supported the house in the corners and one large archway that separated the kitchen from the living space. Said living area had chaises and lounge chairs in neutral colors positioned in front of a massive window. A large black rug stretched out throughout the entirety of the sitting area. Carved into the marble was an ornate fireplace made of mosaic tiles that was already lit, the flames a vivid green.
Behind them was a massive kitchen. The marbling continued throughout what appeared to be the entire home. There were cubby holes carved into the walls for plates and pottery, and a peculiar box in the corner. A large slab of black marble stood in the center of the kitchen, with several chairs surrounding it.
Near the far end was a black door, however, there was no door handle to be found, which Isidore found bizarre.
There were two large hallways (as far as Isidore could see so far) on either side of the sitting room, and they were glowing with torches lit with the same green flames. There were also deep green rugs running through both of them.
Isidore was completely stunned as he stared at the beautiful space in front of him. Grimmjow patted him on the shoulder.
"What do you think?" he asked, his smile bright.
"I've never seen such a beautiful home … where are we?" Isidore asked breathlessly. The god next to him seemed to glow with pride and boasted:
"This is my home. Yours too, in a few weeks," he said proudly.
Isidore spun around in shock. "Your home?! But … that would mean …"
"Welcome to the heavens, Isidore." Grimmjow smirked, leaning down for another kiss from the stunned mortal. "I saw no harm in bringing you here, since it would be yours too soon enough. However, this will have to be a secret between the two of us until then.
"Mortals are forbidden from being in the heavens unless summoned, so we'll both get in trouble otherwise. But you'll be able to keep this a secret, right?" he winked.
Isidore was a stuttered mess as he tried to assure Grimmjow he wouldn't breathe a word, causing the god in front of him to laugh. The mortal moved toward the kitchen and touched the black slab of marble.
"This place truly is incredible. Did you and Panthera design it yourselves?" he asked in wonder. Grimmjow leaned on the island Isidore was seemingly so fascinated with.
"Pretty much. The pottery is from our travels to the mortal world, but otherwise we used his access of never-ending material from the underworld to create the walls and floors and this island you see here. There's plenty more throughout the house. Care for a tour?" he asked, his eyes alit with mischief.
Sure, Grimmjow was still very much in the mood. But as much as he'd love to take Isidore right here on the island, the brothers ate here and he was far more civilized than his brother, thank you very much. Plus, as long as Isidore was here, he could learn more about his future home.
Always curious, Isidore happily agreed and looked around the large kitchen. "I'm surprised by the lack of walls. Everything is so open. Is there a reason for that? And … why doesn't that door have a way to open it?" Isidore asked rapidly.
Grimmjow laughed. "We gods tend to have our own style compared to what you mortals might know and be comfortable," he explained. "As for the door, well, Panthera and I aren't the most social, as you can recall, so we used our powers to protect the home from anyone who isn't us. No one can just barge in here without requesting permission, which is why you are free to explore to your heart's content."
Isidore drank in all the information Grimmjow shared with him, mesmerized with the craftsmanship of the home.
"Come with me, I'll show you around," Grimmjow took Isidore's hand and guided him to the hallway to the left of the sitting room. "This is my wing. Pan and I only really share that sitting area and kitchen. Everything else is split in two for our convenience. Of course, it will be your decision if you want your own wing or split your time between ours."
The hallway revealed several doors, all black but this time with actual handles. Grimmjow took the time to open each one, revealing its contents.
The first room was full of scrolls. Grimmjow explained it was full of his own lore for each country, so he could remember the names he had for that country and religion as well as the myths attached to him. Saved him time from having to remember them all, he said.
The second was full of spirits and other alcohol. Isidore made a face after sampling rice wine made from China, preferring his country's version far better. However, he enjoyed the unusual but sweet honey wine Grimmjow said came from a culture in the far west.
The third was a massive bathroom. The marble in here was a soft blue, and the empty bath carved into the middle of the room was massive, a large skylight pouring sunlight into the space. It was easily the size of Isidore's new stable, in both width and depth. Grimmjow had to gently pull Isidore out, the mortal mesmerized with the beautiful space to bring himself to leave.
He assured the mortal Panthera had his own bath house and that he would be more than welcome to enjoy either one once he was made immortal.
At the fourth room, Grimmjow paused. Isidore furrowed his eyebrows, confused why the two stopped.
"This is my bedroom," Grimmjow simply said, his expression blank, before opening the door and letting the mortal inside. Isidore swallowed thickly and stepped inside.
For once, the walls were not marble. Instead, they appeared to be made of crystals or precious stone. These stones matched Grimmjow's ultramarine hair and eyes, though there were veins of gold and black going through the walls.
Grimmjow clearly enjoyed having natural light in his space, with three large windows taking up the very end of the room. In front of those windows was a large cream-colored chaise and underneath was a rug made out of skins (Isidore would recognize them later as the same type of furs Panthera let him keep).
A large armoire filled with different colored robes were directly adjacent to the door, and Isidore was later surprised by the variety of color in there. But ultimately, Isidore's eyes were focused on the bed that took up most of the space.
Unlike the woven or net styled beds of the Greeks, Grimmjow's bedding was made of down and had several layers of sheets made of silk (turquoise of course) piled on top of white marble for the base. Three large pillows made of black satin rested atop the large bed.
Isidore turned to Grimmjow, his throat dry. His eyes widened as Grimmjow had casually divested himself of his robes, and was stepping towards the mortal with nothing on but a sly smile.
Isidore returned the smile shyly, and stretched up to kiss the gorgeous god in front of him. Grimmjow devoured his mouth as he took it upon himself to remove Isidore's tunic and undergarments. The god deftly scooped the smaller man into his arms, and carried him the short distance to the bed, falling backwards onto the surface, with Isidore on top of him.
Grimmjow sighed as he roamed his hands up and down the farmer's lithe body. The meals they've sent to him in their absence were doing wonders for his figure, giving him more muscle and definition while remaining lean and strong from his hard work in the fields. He no longer looked malnourished, much to both brothers' delight.
The god gently sucked on the mortal's pouty bottom lip as he ground their groins together, Isidore groaned at the friction, his hands shaking as he gripped Grimmjow's biceps. Still, the god did not take things further just yet, pulling away to wordlessly confirm this was what Isidore wanted.
Skin flushed red, Isidore bobbed his head rapidly, drunk on desire and lust. His muscles remained tense, however. He wasn't sure why; he was clearly no longer a virgin, and he definitely wanted this.
Grimmjow, who felt his unease, smiled and pulled the younger man down, rolling over to have him pressed against the bed, doing nothing but pepper kisses all over the mortal. Literally all over.
Isidore moaned without an iota of concern to how loud it was. Grimmjow seemed to be everywhere. Where his lips weren't, his hands made up for it. Those strong, tanned hands traced the musculature of his body, followed closely by the god's mouth and tongue.
Grimmjow especially focused on Isidore's nipples, latching onto one and pinching and pulling at the other. The twin sensation of pain and pleasure sent shocks to the mortal's groin, and Isidore arched his back off the bed, desperate for more.
In the meantime, Grimmjow's free hand roamed lower, sliding past their bellies to palm at Isidore's erection. Isidore responded by rocking his hips into Grimmjow's hand, sighing loudly at the extra friction.
The ministrations helped to relax the nervous mortal, his muscles no longer tense and his face slack with pleasure and love clearly showing in his eyes. Enough that Grimmjow abandoned his chest to steal a kiss or two.
"Isidore … Agape …" he sighed, snapping his fingers to summon something to prep his beloved. He dipped his fingers into the jar and went to work, gently probing the younger man's entrance. Isidore shuddered in anticipation and clung to the older man, his own hands digging into Grimmjow's shoulders.
Idly, the smell of the oil seemed familiar to him, but he was too aroused to see what the jar consisted of.
"Still feels weird," Isidore hissed at the cool but somewhat thick substance being coated around and inside his ass, instinctively trying to move away from the cold feeling.
Grimmjow chuckled and put all his body weight on top of the mortal to keep Isidore from moving too much. "It's alright, just tell me to stop if it becomes too much. You might not be a virgin anymore, but I don't want to hurt you." Grimmjow murmured calmly, using his free hand to stroke Isidore's hair down to his back in a soothing manner.
Isidore could already tell this experience was going to be vastly different from his first time with Panthera. With a deep breath, the mortal smiled brightly and did his best to relax further to make it easier for his sun kissed lover to continue.
Grimmjow mirrored the expression and took his time prepping the man beneath him. Once he was confident that he wouldn't harm Isidore, he deftly slicked and lined himself up with the willing and waiting body staring intensely at him.
The god sunk into his soulmate at a slow and gentle pace. Both men sighed in unison as Grimmjow edged closer to bottoming out. He took his time, however, noticing the minute changes in Isidore's expression.
Once his hips became flush with Isidore's, Grimmjow paused, more focused on dominating the inside of Isidore's mouth.
Isidore moaned into his lover's mouth. Grimmjow slowly moved forward with a smooth roll of his hips, sinking Isidore deeper into the unbelievably soft bedding. Isidore, now having some experience, pushed back with his own small thrusts, not one to stay still for very long.
It made sense that Grimmjow brought him to his home in the heavens, because he certainly felt like he belonged there at this very moment, Isidore sighed to himself. He felt that amazing (and now familiar) sensation of lightening shooting through him with each slow thrust. The god above him was almost too gentle with him, though, he thought guiltily as he broke the kiss to take a breath.
"… Co-could you hold me tighter … please?" Isidore asked meekly, his eyes turned toward the large windows instead of Grimmjow's intense gaze.
The ancient god chuckled at Isidore's request. "How could I refuse when you ask so nicely?" he cooed, peppering the mortal's throat with more kisses as he complied, his grip just shy of crushing the mortal and he ground Isidore's erection against his stomach.
Isidore whimpered, but he melted into the stronger embrace. His legs wrapped around Grimmjow's waist, and he squeezed as tight as he could, not wanting to get rid of that fantastic feeling anytime soon.
Grimmjow continued rolling his hips in a controlled, smooth pace, taking a chance and sucking a small mark under Isidore's ear, which would be hidden by his hair. Despite his disgust at Panthera's description of his own lovemaking experience with their soulmate, he decided to try his hand at some of the things he said Isidore had liked.
So, he pried Isidore's hands off his shoulders and held both of them above his head in a strong but not bruising grip, as well as used his other arm to wrap around the mortal's lean waist tightly.
Isidore reacted strongly, crying out in arousal and stretching his neck out, offering more of his body for the god to kiss, suck or nibble (gently) if he wanted to. He tried to buck his hips faster, but was pinned under the god's heavier weight. The man whined in need, desperately wanting to be taken harder and faster like he had experienced with the god of darkness.
The god of light, however, had no such interest (at least for their first time together) and kept it slow and sweet. Though he took the time to worship the slender neck so prettily offered to him, wiping away beads of sweat with his tongue and brushing his lips over the entirety of the surface splayed out in front of him.
Isidore jerked his hands, but Grimmjow's wouldn't budge. A frustrated whine escaped his throat as the god continued his sweet and slow lovemaking.
The orangette couldn't even say he hated it. By Gaia, he actually really loved the slow and very affectionate way Grimmjow pushed into him, but he also wanted some of the rougher things he had experienced before.
"Ah … grim-Grimmjow … please!" Isidore pleaded, his entire face red from exertion and pleasure, as well as some shame. "I'm not a piece of pottery … please … please …"
Grimmjow moaned at Isidore's pretty begging. Alright, clearly Isidore was taking a little too much after his perverted twin, but it couldn't be helped. The god crushed his mouth against the mortal's, and picked up speed. So much so, he practically pulled out and slammed right back into Isidore's inner channels multiple times.
The god swallowed Isidore's cries of pleasure and shock, and released his hands to grip the back of Isidore's neck.
"So needy," Grimmjow teased, a string of saliva briefly connecting them when he pulled away to see how his beloved soulmate was fairing.
Isidore was such a pretty sight; flushed red from head to the center of his torso, eyes glazed over and unfocused, mouth wide open and panting heavily, chest heaving with each breath.
Such a gorgeous image deserved a reward, Grimmjow thought as he plunged faster into Isidore's willing body, reaching down to grip Isidore's throbbing cock and gently flicked the head with his thumb as he stroked it.
Isidore flung his head back and cried out loudly, the action enough to bring him to release. His now freed hands took purchase in Grimmjow's hair and he gripped rightly as he came, the pleasure overwhelming him.
Grimmjow let out a guttural groan of his own as Isidore squeezed around him tight enough to bring him to his own release, spilling inside his lover with a heavy grunt.
The god fell to the side, pulling out of Isidore and drawing him in for a tight embrace, the two of them breathing deeply. Grimmjow brushed Isidore's hair off his clammy skin and kissed his temple.
"You alright Agape?" he asked, his voice slightly rough from his release. Isidore nodded, too spent for words. Grimmjow pulled the sheets over them and rubbed small circles into Isidore's back.
"… that was awe-inspiring." Isidore mumbled, dipping his head to rest under Grimmjow's chin. The warmth of the god next to him and the softness of the bed was lulling him to sleep.
Grimmjow couldn't help but puff his chest out in pride knowing he had satisfied his young lover so well. The god chuckled and kissed his temple.
"Rest up, Isidore. love you." He cooed. Isidore hummed, and whispered something that suspiciously sounded like 'love you too,' before falling asleep.
Grimmjow's heart was so full it felt like it was close to bursting. All he could do was watch his soulmate sleep in his bed with a lovestruck expression for several minutes before letting himself close his own eyes to rest for a while.
…
Isidore woke up two hours later, feeling a bit too warm to continue sleeping. A heavy weight was pressed against and wrapped around him. Bleary eyes blinking away his remaining sleep, the mortal realized where he was and sighed contently.
Despite being too warm to fall back asleep, he was too comfortable to pull away from the beautiful slumbering god in front of him. This mirrored his experience with 'Mikolas' a little, he thought to himself with a smile.
He leaned up to give Grimmjow a surprise kiss, and flinched when the god kissed back, looking up into amused brilliant blue eyes that were wide awake.
"Hi," Grimmjow teased. Isidore swallowed thickly before offering a weak smile, embarrassed at being caught. "It's about time for the mid-day meal. You hungry?" he asked. Ah, he must be thinking he woke for food, Isidore thought with some amusement.
Before he could politely decline, his stomach decided to add its own input, surprising him. He wasn't normally so hungry this time of day, but perhaps … their recent activity used up a lot more energy than he realized. Isidore ducked his head under the sheets.
"That … would be nice, thank you." He muttered, flustered by his stomach's betrayal. As the mortal moved to sit up, he was amazed that he didn't feel any of the pain he had after sleeping with Panthera. Sure, Grimmjow had been gentler, but he had still expected some lingering pain.
Grimmjow noticed and smiled. "Don't worry; I took the time to massage your muscles before and after, so you wouldn't feel so uncomfortable," he explained.
Isidore flushed, embarrassed. Still, it was very sweet of Grimmjow to make sure he wasn't in pain. So, the mortal kissed the considerate god lying next to him with a smile.
"Thank you. I hate to be such a demanding houseguest," he said, sheepish.
Grimmjow waived it off, sitting upright to stretch. "This will be your home in only three weeks; don't bother thinking of yourself as a lowly guest," he scolded gently before snapping his fingers.
The god summoned some breads, cheese, fruits and some cooked meats to give Isidore some choices. He rarely ate in bed, but this was a pretty good exception. "Grab whatever you'd like," he offered, taking some bread for himself.
Isidore was about to take some fruit when he noticed Grimmjow casually picking up what looked like a jar of his own olive oil to spread on his bread. The mortal was flattered, until he registered the same smell from earlier and gasped in horror.
"Don't tell me … yo-you-you used THAT to…!" he stammered, his face flaming hot as he looked at the jar in terror. Grimmjow froze, unsure how to react. The mortal scooted as far as he could away from the immortal on the edge of the bed. "How could you use MY olive oil in such a perverse manner!" he accused, jabbing a finger at the god's chest.
Grimmjow pursed his lips, trying not to laugh at his pure hearted lover's reaction.
"Don't laugh at me! This is serious! What if Lady Athena herself found out I used her sacred olives for … for …" Isidore faltered, unable to bring himself to say it.
Grimmjow couldn't help it; he threw his head back and howled with laughter while Isidore fumed from the other side of the bed. The deity collected himself after a few minutes, wiping tears from his eyes as he grinned at his furious lover.
"Damn but that was precious," he said, still chuckling. Before Isidore could react in anger, he held up his hands as an apologetic gesture. "I'm sorry; I couldn't think of anything else to use for safe preparations. I'll find better materials for the future, I promise.
"And as for Sunnera finding out, she doesn't have to," he added. "No one has to say anything about it. I'm sorry for unintentionally insulting you, sweet boy." He cooed, reaching out to rest his hand on Isidore's face.
Isidore huffed, avoiding the light god's gaze, but his expression softened after a few moments. "…don't ever do that again. Please." He begged, still very embarrassed.
Grimmjow leaned over and kissed the flustered mortal on the cheek before offering him a slice of bread with the aforementioned olive oil with a cheeky grin, causing Isidore to grumble and push the food away, causing the god to resume his laughing fit.
….
After several minutes of coaxing, Grimmjow was able to convince Isidore to eat, insisting he was done teasing him. The two ate on the chaises by the windows, soaking in the sunlight, still nude.
Isidore glanced outside. He couldn't assume much about the landscape, as it appeared Grimmjow and Panthera's home was built into the side of a massive floating mountain, seeing only the vastness of the sky. According to Grimmjow, Panthera's side of the house was completely enclosed within the mountain, surrounded by his preferred darkness.
The mortal sighed, completely content with his life thus far. Despite the few hiccups between both gods and himself, their relationship had been more than he could ever dream possible. Isidore wordlessly moved from his seat to rest on Grimmjow's lap, wrapping his arms around him.
Grimmjow smiled and put his arm around the smaller man, also feeling at peace, before breaking the silence.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, letting his hand rest just above Isidore's pelvis.
Isidore hummed quietly, his head resting on Grimmjow's chest. "I'm just thinking about my good fortunes," he said. "I've never been so in love, and I am honored to share my heart with you and Panthera." He said honestly, stretching up for a kiss.
The older man accepted his soulmate's kiss happily, purring low in his chest. Isidore shuddered, feeling grimmjow's erection pressing against his leg.
"Ah … but I'm not sure I'm ready for another round just yet," he muttered, concerned about the state of his nudity suddenly. It seemed both brothers had an insatiable lust (or perhaps it was a result of their divinity?).
Grimmjow almost sighed and accepted Isidore's reluctance, before he paused, lost in thought. "We've been taking advantage of your chastity, haven't we?" he wondered out loud before glancing down at his confused soulmate. "We've always assumed you would be comfortable being the one laid into the bed … perhaps you would like to try being the one controlling the pace and positions?" he asked.
Isidore blinked, his mind blank, before he regained his bearings. "Are … are you offering to …?" he asked incredulously. There was no way someone as powerful as Grimmjow would …
"I'm very much still interesting in going back to bed with you, Isidore. If I'm not the one setting the pace and position it hardly bothered me. But it's your choice if you want to." Grimmjow said calmly.
He never had any issues being the bottom in the relationship. If anything, he was sure Isidore would be just as curious about the experience as he was to be taken by his sweet, kindhearted soulmate.
Sure enough, Isidore's face flushed, both in nerves and excitement as his cock stirred to life at the idea. Grimmjow simply grinned and carried the mortal back to his bed, once again laying down on the soft bedding.
"Do you need help getting started?" Grimmjow asked, his eyes darkening with lust. Isidore swallowed thickly and nodded.
The god took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. As he did, his body started to shrink, going from being more than a head taller than Isidore to a mere few centimeters taller instead. The height difference was making Isidore nervous, he noticed.
Even with this, Isidore felt extremely nervous, his hands shaking and his eyes darting anywhere but the god in front of him, who had already parted his legs in an offering for the mortal to begin.
Grimmjow sighed and pulled himself up to draw Isidore into a slow but passionate kiss, soothing his nervous soulmate. Isidore closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment.
The god took one of Isidore's hands and dipped it into an oil he quickly summoned from his bathing chambers to coat his fingers. Still controlling the kiss, he guided Isidore's hand towards his own ass and let the mortal tentatively brush against his entrance.
Shuddering into the kiss, the orangette slowly inserted the first finger and waited for Grimmjow's reaction. The god moaned in appreciation and relaxed his body, giving his lover an opportunity to wiggle his second finger in.
"Does … does this feel ok?" Isidore whispered, as if scared someone would hear them. Grimmjow chuckled, pressing kisses up and down his lover's jaw.
"You're doing great, sweet boy. You won't hurt me," he promised calmly. "Use your imagination and experiences from both myself and my brother to help you."
Isidore blushed, but admittingly felt better with Grimmjow's gentle smile and encouragement. Willing himself to stop shaking, he recalled the way both brothers had prepared him before and mimicked their motions, slowly and gently scissoring his fingers to stretch Grimmjow open.
Grimmjow groaned, his head falling back on the pillows, his pulse quickening. Fuck, it's been a long, LONG time since he's done this, he thought to himself as Isidore slipped in his third finger. But damn did it feel good, especially knowing it was his beloved doing this for him.
Isidore bent over the god, his forehead touching his lover's and his breath ghosting over his face, before he took over the kiss. Grimmjow chuckled, a throaty sound that was swallowed by Isidore's tongue, as he felt the mortal slowly probe around, clearly searching for his prostate.
Taking pity on the inexperienced mortal (and helping himself along the way), the blue haired god reached down and guided Isidore's hand once again, shuddering in pleasure when they both found his pleasure spot in mere seconds.
Isidore flinched, thinking he had done something wrong, but relaxed at the expression of bliss painted on Grimmjow's face, a slight flush on his handsome features. Taking initiative, he leaned forward to press the nerves harder and lightly bit Grimmjow's lower lip, before sucking on it almost as if apologizing.
Grimmjow was not a passive lover, however, and groped at Isidore's ass with one hand and griped the back of his head with the other, deepening the kiss and grinding against his lover.
Isidore whimpered and withdrew his fingers, eager to go further. Taking a generous amount of the bathing oil, he clumsily slicked himself up, briefly getting lost in the masturbatory session before coming to his senses when Grimmjow squeezed his ass again.
Finally, the mortal lined himself up and paused, looking into Grimmjow's eyes, his nerves rising again.
"You'll do fine, Agape," Grimmjow cooed, giving him a sweet kiss. "You won't be able to hurt me." He repeated calmly.
Isidore gulped, and slowly pushed forward. Both men groaned at the sensation. Grimmjow, who hadn't done this in ages, relished the sweet burn whereas Isidore desperately tried not to force himself too quickly into Grimmjow's body, his dick being enveloped into the tight heat.
No wonder both of them had liked this so much, he thought to himself as he clung to his older lover as he rolled his hips forward, slipping further and further inside. Grimmjow encouraged the invasion, his body relaxed and pliant. In fact, he raised his hips to help sink down on Isidore's dick faster.
Once their hips bumped into each other's, Isidore wasted no time setting a steady tempo, not going too slow or fast for either of their tastes.
"Grim-Grimmjow …" Isidore grunted, feeling overwhelmed by the amazing feeling. His nails dug into the god's hips as he started to move faster. "S-s-so good … it's so …" he trailed off, grunting as the god bucked back into him.
"Ugh, that's right baby boy … that's it right there," the god groaned, as the new angle hit his prostate dead on. "You're doing so well. Damn. Damn!"
Isidore felt so warm. Unbelievably warm. Unable to help himself, he lightly bit the god on the shoulder, his dull mortal teeth hardly denting the surface.
It was arousing for Grimmjow though, who moaned and tightened his arms around his lover's back.
While the god felt like he could go on for the rest of the day like this, feeling higher than the air he produced for the heavens, Isidore's mortal body could only handle so much, the last of his virginity finally being taken.
"Grimmjow, I'm … I'm gonna …" he warned.
The god understood, and took one of Isidore's hands off his waist and onto his neglected cock. The two of them gripped the shaft and pumped at different paces, Isidore jerking fast and sloppy and Grimmjow slow and controlled.
Isidore screamed as his orgasm washed over him, the mortal slumping over the god, his hips stuttering with his release. It was enough to get Grimmjow over the edge himself, grunting as his seed splashed across their stomachs. The mortal whimpered as his over sensitized organ was milked by Grimmjow's inner channel in the aftershock.
The god crushed his mouth over Isidore's, feeling unbelievably in love with the beautiful orange haired creature who clung to him so passionately.
"You were incredible." He promised when he pulled back to give the mortal a chance to breathe. It was faster than their first time, but that was expected for the now completely deflowered man above him, who gave him a brilliant smile.
"So were you," he replied breathlessly, the warmth in his chest refusing to go away even as his body cooled down. His cheeks still glowed red as he laid against Grimmjow's chest. "Thank you … I could have never thought to ask you to do something like this for me."
The god laughed. "Isidore, love, we'll be on equal footing in all aspects once you're immortal," he reasoned, inhaling deeply to regain the height he had taken away earlier. "I want you to be completely comfortable with me in every way. I can assure you; I loved every moment. I love you." He said genuinely.
They've long since shared their love for each other months ago, but it always made Isidore's stomach flutter whenever Grimmjow said it. "I love you too Grimmjow." He said breathlessly.
The two kissed sweetly, their hands intertwined as they celebrated yet another milestone in their relationship together.
…
AN: Holy hell, that was a fun chapter to write! My face is still burning from that last scene. What do you guys think? I've toyed with this idea in my other Bleach stories, but this is the first one where I've made Grimmjow the bottom, and I really liked how it turned out.
I'm going to get to work on the next chapter as soon as possible, because I'm having surgery in mid-March that might delay me from doing much of anything for a while. Don't worry; it's a routine procedure so everything will be fine.
As for the story, I just want to make something clear:
According to research, olive oil is, technically, safe to use for sexual intercourse. HOWEVER, please DO NOT! DO NOT use this if you are using condoms (it can dissolve them) or dental dams. It could also cause some skin irritation for some people, so it's not worth the risk. I mostly used it to tease Isidore for being an olive farmer, so what better lube could there be for him. This said, please do not try this at home. There are plenty of safer alternatives out there.
Again, please do not try this unless you are willing to take on the risks of irritation or elevated risk of pregnancy.
Now that my warning is done, please tell me what you guys thought of these last two chapters! Who was your favorite sexual partner? Grimmjow, Panthera or Isidore? I've got so much more in store for the three of them.
The divinity trial will make its appearance in the next chapter, so I hope everyone is looking forward to that. Let's see if it will be a routine hearing … though with these three, I strongly doubt it.
By the way, if you have a moment, please look up blue marble floors. I imagined the brothers' house on a whim, and the actual images are so much better than I expected!
I hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine's Day (or National Singles Day if you're like me) and I hope to get this next chapter out before St. Patrick's Day.
Ciao~!