Wiggity WHACKED.

[cupid_dot_com]

Dude. What an out there day. He’d been minding his own business, merely getting his broodin’ on over his misplacing and very yearned for Psyche, when Himeros had summoned him to Aphrodite’s temple for.. some reason.. And then Himeros felt up his wings with a pedophile’s grace. And then he left. And then Pothos came. And sucked face with Anteros.

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[winged_desire]

Pothos scowled, dropping his arms and stepping back (resisting the urge to wrap his arms around himself). "Why does there have to be anything wrong with me?"

He eyed Cupid with distaste, all earlier amorous intent gone. Then Anteros --- displeasure and annoyance clearly written on his face as he looked at Unrequited. He couldn't believe that he actually bonded with that winged creature. He just wanted Himeros to crawl under some rock and die get drunk. In fact, he didn't even need the rock part. All he needed was some good tequila. The real kind, too. He was going to end up like Hera one day.

Of course, Pothos could not leave until Anteros gave back what was his.

"You've had your fun and I certainly didn't get mine. Give me back what you took from me, Unrequited, and I will be on my way." He crossed his arms in front of his chest, in sudden vulnerability casual indifference.

[ant_eros]

Cupid looked distraught.

Pothos looked scarred.

"Fun?" he looked at Pothos knowingly and then cast his cheeky peepers on Cupid.

"Q----When was the last time we had some fun with another?"

Phobos

Beaming back at Pothos, flat out in all seriousness but wearing a flashy smile across his lips: "No."

"No, no no no no---The fun has not begun!"

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Detecting a change in his brother’s demeanor, Cupid juts out his right hip, all the weight of the God on his left leg. Listing his head on a sharp angle, Love tucks his hands into the folds of his golden brown arms a little tighter. Nodding to Anteros, he chirped, “It’s been way too long, that’s for sure.”

Crystalline blue eyes, straight from mum, develop a wayward twinkle as they pass back over to Pothos, looking him over knowingly.

“Alright, Poth, this is how it’s goin’ down.. You’re gonna do as your told, and you can earn your ...investments back. Got it?”

Extending his arm, Cupid snapped his fingers, and a massive wooden board appeared, with several handcuffs positioned randomly against it.

“Ant... be so kind as to show our guest his “quarters”, would you?”

[winged_desire]

Fuck. They couldn't be thinking what he thought they were thinking. Pothos knew all about the games the Love Twins played when together - Himeros had told him of their mistreatment of Phobos. He'd be damned before he let them do that to him.

He shook his head and backed away at the dastardly twinkle in Cupid's eyes and the dangerous grin on Anteros' lips. "Forget it. I'm going home to lick my wounds. I don't want to play with you. Play with each other for all I care."

Scowling fiercely at Unrequited, "Give my virility back, Anteros. Now."

And then the wooden board surely meant for torture appeared.

FUCK. NO.

"Q. You're delusional if you think I'm getting on that."

[winged_desire]

He had to get out of here. He honestly needed to get out of here. And as far away from Dite's seriously messed up children as possible. The children of both War and Love seriously needed therapists. Very good therapists.

Casting a livid glance at Anteros, who was pressed up against him far too closely for his liking - normally, he wouldn't have minded closeness (closeness was good) but he wasn't normally tied up to one of Ares' torture devices while the Love Twins waved various kinky sex toys in his face.

His life sucked. Big time.

"I might have wanted you a moment ago, but not now. Not like this." Voice tight. "This isn't erote bonding, Anteros. And trust me, I will not be making you feel susceptible anytime soon because I do not care what your gifts are. Fuck off, Anteros. And tell your brother-cum-boyfriend to fuck off, too

[ant_eros]

Anteros applied a graceful hand back toward the center of his own chest and acting like what Pothos said was simply appalling to him: "Oh! Oh! Fuck off he says! The Rejection! He has broken my heart!"

"Brother-cum-boyfriend? How very uncouth of you Pothos. What a dirty dirty mouth you have. Don't let Himeros hear you talk like that. It's so very rude," he tapped a kiss to Pothos' cheek before stepping back and out of the way of the punch.

"Kink? She is the incarnation of Violence Q. Frankly she terrified me, but I did love her for a while anyway. And I know of an incendiary way to gag him---but then I personally wouldn't try to emulate dad," summoning that deviant dildo from the floor into his hand.

"This on the other hand? Would make a fantastic gag."

Hearing the crack of the whip he looks back to Pothos and sniggers: "Awe mate! You cut your lip! I'd kiss it and make it better, but then I remember you practically told me to bugger off!"

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“O he definitely told us both to bugger off.... I guess we should heed his majesty’s wishes..” Turning his ostentatious gaze directly onto Pothos, Cupid meets the other God’s eyes before snarling that whip again...... skyward it went until it hissed down toward the poor man’s feet...slapping them across their delicate tops......sure to burn like hell..

Stepping into Pothos’ personal bubble, Eros twirls so that his back is to the hampered man, shimmying his black leathered arse against the very susceptible groin behind him.. Wings barricading Pothos from seeing anything at all....nothing but an ivory, shimmering, shaking wall of feathers as Cupid grates his muscled haunches against a protrusion Pothos would likely wish to hide.... Looking to Anteros and his rather perverted trinket, Love grins.. “It is one of those great multi-purpose items....”

[winged_desire]

If he could kill by simply staring at someone, both Cupid and Anteros would be dead. Dead, flayed, filleted and roasting over some open-fire pit ---

Pothos grittted his teeth, ignoring the sting of his torn lip, "Anteros, for everyone's best interest, it's best you don't mention Himeros ever again to me."

Eyes trained on the very, very large dildo Anteros was wielding (Sir Sexalot - bad mental image!), he felt every line of him tense up. Gag him with that? That wasn't happening. It was not happening. "I wouldn't accept your kisses if they were the only way I could breathe. And it's good I don't need to breathe, isn't it?" he sniped.

The whip whistled downwards, lashing onto the tops of his feet and his body jerked involuntarily, taking in the marks the whip was leaving.

He didn't say a thing, didn't even utter a word, but his glare

--- Being feasted on by the cannibals of the South Indies!! The both of them!

He merely rolled his eyes when Cupid shook his extremely LARGE bum. "Oi, moron. Can't get it up remember? And frankly, I

[ant_eros]

Captured within Cupid’s embracing wings, he felt himself lifted in a thrilling gravitational defying leap and carried away, his hands ceasing ministrations to embrace his love for the leap

[cupid_dot_com]

Beautiful was it when two entities were lured toward each other so dynamically. Mentally....Cupid and Anteros had been bridged since their creation....but there were times that the body overruled the mind, and this was such a time..

Neglecting, or rather, forgetting, to fold up his wings again.....the groggy, pearly appendages sagging out to either side....Eros fondly mouths several more kisses to Anteros’ jawbone, closing his eyes as his brother reports words that tingle attractively in his ears. With their new position of Cupid between the other deity’s thighs, it took but a few moments before the desire to become even closer overtook Eros and he shifted slightly to situate himself in order to achieve what he craved.. Aromatic oil from fine flowers wafted into the air as Love created a pleasing lubricant which gilded his sibling’s cheeks and shaft, as well as his own. Once the warming oil was in place, Cupid pressed his pelvis toward Anteros and submerged himself deeply into his brother with a throaty moan.

[winged_desire]

Pothos wished that he were any place but here.

Any place.

Anywhere Himeros was.

Maybe ---

Maybe he should have fought harder? Longer? Didn't give up as soon? Maybe he should have defied Aphrodite and refused to see Her reason when his reason was well enough? Maybe he should have told Himeros and ignored whatever consequence would come next?

There were so many maybes but that didn't change the fact that he was still chained to this - to more than this board or this place but this entire situation. He needed a change of scenery.

But first, he needed them to fucking get the fucking over. He thumped the back of his head against the wood.

No. Still here.

[ant_eros]

The sedating sensations he was feeling from the mere feeling of having his brother close again submerged him in a heavenly heady ecstasy. And then infiltrating his nostrils were the intoxicating potent scents of rose petals, lavender, jasmine, and chrysanthemum. He felt the application of the oil slick and warm against his nether regions but it couldn’t have prepared him for what happened next.

So sudden…

He felt Cupid push hard with desire and quick with yearning into him and there came his awkward frozen moment. He felt the intense throbbing inside around the shaft.

This was one of those things that maybe they should have spoken about, but it was a bit too late now.

[winged_desire]

Pothos blinked, eyelids fluttering rapidly as he adjusted to the light that filtered in, tearing up from having being in the dark for so long --- on so many levels.

"Anteros, it would not require much. Just get off your ass and take the shackles off me." As after thought, "Please."

Please meant he was being sincere, yes? And an apology? Anteros wanted him to apologize to Cupid after they rushed him, shackled him to one of Ares' toys, whipped him, stuck feathers up his ass, blindfolded him, made him listen while they fucked? Was Anteros totally out of his mind?

Fucking Q must have fucked several vital brain functions from Anteros. That was the only explanation.

"Anteros, I am not ---"

Did he have anything to do with this?

"Yes. No. Maybe." Pothos shrugged, as elegantly as was possible when still tied down. "Does it matter? Yes, I made you two Yearn for one another but if I had not, you would have pussy-footed around one another for a few more millenia. I just wanted you to get something I did not. It worked out, end of story, and

[ant_eros]

"Well Pothos, I'm just afraid you'll have to wait on my ass being that my ass is a bit sore." Quite literally.

Please? Pothos said Please? Quite a feat. Anteros just laid there utterly exhausted and the furthest thing from his mind at that moment was moving.

Swiveling his eyes back around toward the admitted instigator they gazed on Pothos wearily. That was all he had to say for himself? His meddling had shortened their intimacy, but what more? What more took significance was that Pothos claimed if he had not intervened that they wouldn't have---

"Nothing," he said as tired and strained as he looked, turning his head and relaxing his eye lids wishing Himeros had never called him here---

Had Cupid even wanted him? Or was it all Pothos' ruse?