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I know.
I'm lazy.
And Ill.
I'm really sorry.
But I did another of my 7 deadly sins.
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Title: Lust
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Some gods have all the fun.
Warnings: M/M, May offend you if Aztec or of Norse religion? Unbeta'd.
"Paiiinalll," Loki's voice was a low, gravelly purr, his blue eyes narrowed into slits, a smirk creeping across his face. Painal looked up blearily, the bottle of beer in his right hand tilting precariously, liquid splashing over the rim and onto the pale, cream carpet. Loki's grin broadened and he managed to crawl the length of the sofa into Painal's lap where he sat, his forehead pressed against the other boy's.
"Wh't're you doin'?" Painal squinted at him, trying to bring Loki's face into focus in front of him.
"I'm seducing you," Loki pulled back, holding onto Painal's shoulders, his blue eyes widening and his red hair falling across his face, giving the illusion of total naivety. "Is that not obvious?" The sly smile returned for just a few seconds.
Painal shook his head, eyes crinkling, flaunting the fact that his once immaculate circles of black eyeliner had smudged beyond recognition.
"I s'pose." He agreed. "I have a girlfriend." It wasn't an invitation for Loki to stop, just a passing statement, coupled with a grin. The beer bottle tripped out of his hand, and onto the floor, where it lay in a pool of its own liquid.
"Mm. I know, lovely girl," Loki agreed, wrapping his legs around Painal's waist, long fingers moving up to hold the other boy's jaw tightly. "Very pretty, not my type."
"You liar!" Painal laughed, mouth opening in an indignant 'o'. "You'll hump anythin' that moves!" The final word was muffled, as Loki took advantage of Painal's open mouth, by pressing his lips hard onto it. Painal made a slight moaning noise, and shifted closer to Loki, hands pushing down on the other boy's back.
It wasn't like this was the first time this had happened, Loki was a firm believer in acting totally impulsively, and Painal, well, Painal was essentially exactly the same, just more Mexican.
The two were both gods, neither acted like it, possibly why they were invited to Bacchus' party so much, both were basically whores. Bacchus was a good guy, immortal, always drunk, always cheery, in his house there was just one long infinite party going on, a house of a million rooms, beer and strobe lighting in all of them.
And that wasn't even an overstatement.
Loki's tongue was warm and wet in Painal's mouth, teasing and playing with the other god's lazily.
"Mmm. You taste of Vodka, Painal. I'm very disappointed, drinking at your age." Loki tutted, sending spikes of reddish brown hair into his eyes, further accentuating the smile playing upon his lips.
"Three million years? Over protective aren't we Loki?" Painal asked with a wiggle of his dark eyebrows.
"Not at all, Painal my Naive little friend." Loki laughed, folding one arm around Painal's neck, pulling him back into the kiss. The other hand moved downwards, unzipping the Mexican god's black jeans with deft, evidently experienced fingers.
Painal's long fingers moved to pull up Loki's t-shirt, tugging it off over his head, and letting it fall into the pool of beer at the foot of the sofa with a wet thud; he grinned approvingly, and Loki flashed the charming grin once more, fingers groping about within Painal's boxer shorts.
Painal let out a slight breath, heavy petting was something that Loki was pretty well known for, and Painal knew he'd be a fool not to take advantage.
His hips ground against the palm of Loki's hand, in short, needy thrusts, and his fingers traced their way across the Norse god's chest, coming to rest at his hips.
They began a steady rhythm, Painal pushing up hard against Loki's hand, in return Loki's crotch rubbing on Painal's thigh every time he pulled back, it was a win-win situation, really.
They lay there for a while, mumbling and groaning, sweating and touching brazenly.
It wasn't love.
Mutual affection was close, but it was merely the idea that each found the other both attractive and convenient at the time.
If there was a better system neither Loki nor Painal could actually be bothered finding it.
No sense in fixing something that wasn't broken.
Loki came first, features scrunching up tightly, letting out a intelligible cry that was muffled into Painal's sweaty shoulder.
The other boy arched forwards, making the fingers on Loki's hand crack, and coating them in stickiness.
"Sorry," He panted with a smirk, quite obviously not sorry at all. "Got carried away." Loki scowled, eyes sparkling.
"So I can see. Now I have to go back to Odin and explain why my fingers are broken." He grumbled, pulling away from Painal, giving the other god some space.
Painal laughed, tucking himself back into his boxer shorts and redoing his jeans.
"I'm sure you can make something up. God of trickery 'n' all that?" He raised an eyebrow, and Loki stuck out his tongue.
"Oh shut up and fuck off." Loki stood up with a wry smile, eye to eye with Painal.
"Seeing as you asked so nicely, Loki," Painal shook his head, and kissed Loki hard on the lips. "Have fun with those fingers."
"Bastard."
"You love it."
Notes:
Loki - Norse God Of Mischief.
Painal - God Of Mischief in South American Aztec Culture.
Black Circles - Painal's mask was black with circles on it to represent stars.
Bacchus - Roman God Of Wine and Partying.