[RL with Zechs]

[tyki_tock]

Tyki poked at his computer. He was extremely inebriated and people were asking him a lot of stupid questions about the curse and the death threats, and overall he was feeling very maudlin and down in the dumps. But he was sober enough - barely - to figure out how to use the Ark to create a doorway direction from his bedroom to Zechs' in Mars

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[tyki_tock]

Tyki was silent for a while, wishing he hadn't gotten drunk so he wouldn't have worried Zechs. Even though he knew Zechs didn't know why he was upset, he was worried anyway, and would continue to be so so long as Tyki couldn't come up with a way to dispel his worry.

"There isn't really much to tell," he said softly. "He told me that if I didn't want to give him the pokemon, I would have to beg him to release the curse. I told him I wouldn't do it over the internet and he came here."

He shook his head, shrugging. "It was just really humiliating. I...didn't want to do it. I hate..." He gritted his teeth. "I hate that I couldn't do anything to him, that there was nothing I could do but debase myself at his pleasure, and that he could do it again anytime and there would still be nothing I could do."

[thricedeadwind]

This was something Zechs could sympathize with and understand, whole-heartedly. Cursing, he tightened his grip around Tyki, his heart going out to the man. Indeed, he knew what he would have done in that situation. And not only did he have to beg - the Noah mentioned before that Hades made himself look like Cross. Zechs knew well how much he hated the man.

"I so dearly wish I could punish Hades for this," Zechs muttered darkly. But there was nothing he could do, just as there was nothing Tyki could do. For both of them, this was a severe blow to their pride. Damn gods. Perhaps he could start a feud between the lord of the dead and another god, at least, to see them squabble. That at least would make him happier.

Something niggled at the back of Zechs' brain - something still wasn't completely right - but he was too angry at Hades now to press further into Tyki's problems.

[tyki_tock]

"Me too," Tyki growled darkly. Actually, these things, which he was willing to tell Zechs, were things that were definitely contributing to his dark mood. It wasn't that he was lying...just hiding one small aspect of why he was feeling so down.

He tightened his grip. "Better to stay away from him, my love," he said. "He knows about you and I, tried to warn me to be 'careful of you', because 'mortals live and then wither and die'." He snarled at the memory. "And if he did anything to you, I should have to punish him myself, no matter the cost."

His lips thinned. "Sooner or later, an opportunity will present itself."

[thricedeadwind]

Annoyed, but not at Tyki, Zechs answered, "I will be discreet, considering of my lack of ability to tangle with the gods." How that rankled. He was not so vain to truly want that power for power's sake alone, but when his lover was played with like this - there was a reason he found the idea of the existence of divinity distasteful. Before he stumbled upon the community, Zechs was certain he could best any man if he only concentrated his powers and resources into doing so. And then they would meet in combat as equals - no handicap for either side. But he so hated feeling weak and powerless, repeatedly, proven again and again by the extraordinary members of the forum

[tyki_tock]

Tyki felt exactly the same way, and perhaps this was an area in which the two of them were more similar than either of them had ever suspected or voiced before. Though Tyki did have a healthy respect for Cross' ability to defeat him - now that he knew that was in the cards, anyway - he truly believed that if he were just prepared enough, just fought hard enough or marshaled enough resources, he could win. But gods were a whole other ballgame.

The fact that Noah loathed a god for just this reason only made it even worse. Now Hades was equated in many ways with the Christian God, in his mind.

But all that was swept away as Tyki stiffened in Zechs' grasp, his brain whiting out when he heard Zechs' words and they struck him so hard and so close to home. "How did you--" he began, shocked and stunned to the core.

Only then did he realize that Zechs had only been speaking in hyperbole, that he hadn't known. But the words had been said, and he couldn't take them back now.