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Filled: I am a God 2/?

[lovemelikesatan]

Jensen was the kind of pretty-beautiful-gorgeous-hot that only existed in the anime porn Jared watched when he was still in high school. Jared was sure the light bursts of sparkles and hearts and starts hovering like a halo around Jensen's matted hair weren't even figments of his imagination or dehydration. He was only 13, only a boy, but Jared hadn't been able to look away from him. Jared's hands ached to touch him and Jared's mouth ached to lick the rain from the hollow of his throat, the dip between his delicate collar bones, the sweet belly button he could see through the thinness of the boy's shirt. He didn't think he'd ever been so thirsty in his entire life as he had when he saw Jensen battered in the rain, and he'd been walking without water for nearly a day.

Things kind of got out of hand after that.

Jared kind of let them.

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The wailing woman, Yevlyn, Jensen's mother, Jensen's Guide, is singing as Jared walks barefoot over flower petals to the altar. She stands between two great trees, trees that have stood for thousands of years, according to the clan, trees that bow towards one another and intertwine, a sign of the love nature holds for them and the wish nature holds for them to unite together in the same love.

As Jared comes to stand to her right, the other Lithians join her song. They all sing with soft, gentle voices. Their songs are warm breezes against Jared's skin. He misses the sound of Jensen's voice, which flows more clearly and more beautifully than any other, trickling like a soothing balm and brain numbing pleasure in Jared's bones.

The singing begins to soften, float through the air as a ghost song instead of an angelic one, before fading to a dim, pleasant hum. Jared's skin tightens and his blood starts flowing faster, hotter.

Yevlyn has explained the Binding ceremony many times since Jared became their god. She explained it first in Lithian, then in English. Jared felt kind of bad that the entire village learned his language because they didn't wish to inconvenience their god with learning theirs, but Jared hadn't ever done well in Spanish, no matter how many times he took it, and the weeks he spent teaching Jensen his words so Jensen could teach the rest of the clan were some of the happiest Jared had ever spent.

He remembers the blush on Jensen's cheek when he had wrapped his hand around Jensen's smaller, shakier one, taught him to form letters in the damp earth. He remembers his own blush as he taught Jensen the words he wasn't supposed to share with the rest of the clan. He really had felt like a pervert, then, but Jensen's plush, sin spinning mouth forming the words 'fuck' and 'cock' and 'asshole' had been enough to drench his guilt in lust and set it aflame. God, Jared remembers that day. Teaching Jensen body parts, showing running his fingers over Jensen's palm as he taught the boy 'hand', cupping Jensen's cheeks has he taught the boy 'face', rubbing along Jensen's thighs and calves and ankles as he taught the boy 'leg'. Palming his own cock through his pants, making Jensen blush and look away but peer back in curiosity, asking Jensen to touch his own, show Jared that he knew where his dick was, knew what it was.

Jared releases a breath, closes his eyes. That had been a good, good day, but today... Today is going to be glorious.

The singing begins again, and Jared's heart thumps against his chest. The song will lull as the consort is readied, reminiscent of the Lithian and the god's wait for their sacrifice to bloom. The song will return when the consort, wrapped in white, flowing gauze and the flowers the Bringer coaxed to life. He will exchange a dead flower with the god, who will breathe life into it.

Jared really hopes the last part is metaphorical. The Lithians think their god has magic, power, the power to bring rain and harvest and good fortunes. It's been dumb-as-fuck-luck and Jensen's gentle guidance that has kept up the charade up to this point, but Jared doesn’t think that even Jensen, as magical as the boy’s voice and eyes and skin and breath are, can pull off flower resurrection.