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The sudden changes of weather were truly a miracle of nature, even in the era of Gods.
One moment, it was a picture perfect summer day across the sea. The sun, high in the sky, softly gazed down at the single, lonely ship rocking in the endless blue, kissing the exposed skin of arguing soldiers tanner.
The breeze, playful as ever, carrying the hope of home, drilled itself into their hair, caressed their cheeks, smoothed under their dirty chitons and tried to cool down their heated fight.
The water, peaceful for once, just listened and waited. As the endless depth heard the clatter of swords it felt a sense of revenge, aiding the boat to softly reach the greens of a rich island.
Soon, another argument broke out between the men, and with that, came the change.
The sun went dark above the soldiers, hot, boiling anger blinding it with rage.
First the breeze stopped, then it picked up, helping the clouds gather before opening them and aiding the descending God.
The water stilled and watched, not letting the boat escape, not letting the men run away, not letting this chance go to waste. It wasn’t its chance, but that didn’t matter. It wanted justice.
As the God reached the level of the boat, the mortals felt their blood freeze, their skin crawl, their stomach turn.
Zeus was not famous for his sense of forgiveness, oh no.
The King of Gods was famous for his games, though, and what game he played!
One player, one question, two options.
You, or your crew?
Zeus already knew the answer. So did the sun, the breeze and the water. They were just waiting for the mortals to catch up to them.
When the answer came, Zeus smirked, knowing all too well this was not even close to the end.
Oh well, that wasn’t completely true. It was the end for the crew. And when Zeus’s chosen player whispered for the last time, the weather picked up even more.
As the skies opened up to leave space for the blinding lightning, the sun glanced down at the soldiers one last time. They could have avoided this, very easily, but mortals were inane. They slept when they were tired, they fucked when they wanted to breed, they ate when they were hungry. It was comedic, how the promise of a feast could get somebody killed.
The sun smiled coldly, an oxymoron on its own, as the lighting struck in the middle of the boat, breaking it straight in half, setting the mast on fire before it collapsed.
The breeze, now forming into a storm, ripped into the sails, dragged them down, bit them into rags and spat them out. It did the same with most of the men on board too, shoving them off of the once stable stern of the majestic ship.
The water was boiling now, happily accepting every bit of wood and flesh, ready to swallow them whole and never let their souls escape.
There was only one man left alive, his beaten body tossed into the sea by Zeus to fend for himself, if he could.
Then there was a moment of pause as the King of Gods admired the scene with a smile. He had done a good job, he decided, he avenged the pride of his son, and now he was ready to leave. It took but a snap of finger for him to disappear, as fast as he came, and the weather soothed out the exact same way as it was before the sudden interruption.
Because that was the real miracle.
One moment the weather was peaceful, the next moment it was spiteful, and the third moment, it was back to gentle again.
The Gods loved it like that.
The mortals didn’t have a say.
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Like a hungry shark swimming after a single drop of blood, Poseidon arrived after he heard the crash.
It was huge, violent and rough and he knew , deep in his bones, that there was at least one survivor.
Not like he was worried, really, not like it mattered!
He just wanted to see the body for himself. He just wanted to laugh at the ridiculous sight.
Except it wasn’t ridiculous at all, in fact it was tragic .
A man once so prideful and strong now floating in the sea unconscious, his body tired and broken, bruises covering his beautiful skin, on the verge of death as air barely caught his lips.
Poseidon felt anger at this disgusting display of carnage.
He wasn’t angry at the mortal for once, he was only angry at his brother.
Zeus, of course it was him! That filthy, pompous, egoistic bastard ruining what little fun was left for him at the first given opportunity.
Poseidon swam around the broken body slowly, circling it like a shark looking for its dinner.
This should have been his doing! This man was his prey, his toy to enjoy.
He huffed in frustration, not being sure how long Odysseus is going to live like this. What a waste! What a complete waste! He wanted to do this so differently.
Zeus knew nothing about patience or planning or chase or fun .
All his brother did was take, take, take, until everything was his and nothing was left for the others. He wanted to hunt him, wanted to fight him, destroy him and break him for ruining his game.
And for what!?
Goddamn cows on a stupid island?
Apollo had thousands upon thousands of other friends, one getting slaughtered here and there shouldn’t be causing this!
But of course, the God of Tides wasn’t stupid.
He knew all too well this wasn’t about the damned cow. It was about Zeus’ constant need to flex his powers, to show Olympus and humanity how strong and right he was.
What the inane Thunder Bringer said and did was law upon land and sky.
Well, to Tartarus with that!
Poseidon did not dwell in those domains for a reason. He didn’t want to give the impression to his insolent bastard of a brother that he could break him in too, like he did the rest.
Well, the rest were his brats, and he was not.
Therefore…
He didn’t feel the need to follow his rules.
That was why he was here in the first place.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?
Right.
If Zeus played dirty, so could he!
That is why he was here .
That is why he was by the unconsciously floating body now, reaching for the mortal’s face, caressing it in a way that could have been even called tender.
As he touched the overheated, yet freezing skin, he closed his eyes and took a breath.
He felt it now, the horrible tension of the muscles, the aching of the bones, the beating of the broken heart.
A life was fading, but his anger was burning and who was coming to stop him?
None of his nieces or nephews were strong enough to block him.
None of his siblings cared hard enough to fight him.
Nobody came, and that was the way he intended it.
He reached up, pulled the human in his arm and dragged his body with himself to the closest island. As he reached the shore, he stopped in the shallow and let the water wash over Odysseus’ body, only this time he was there to control it.
He moved it, guided it, ordered it to dig into aching muscle, roll over blazing skin, soothe and calm the fire that was burning in the mortal.
Poseidon held the man, waiting for him to wake, but as it didn’t come easily he got even more angry.
Did Zeus really have to break his favourite toy this bad!?
For a cow !?
It wasn’t even the mortal’s fault, it was all his men, and he swore to sky and sea, if Odysseus really did die such a shameful death he would hunt down all those shades and throw them in front of his daughters again.
Syclla would have loved a few new playthings, for sure.
He felt the body in his arms slowly cool down, felt the tension coming undone, yet the heart didn’t strengthen, it beat weaker than ever.
Poseidon drilled his fingers into the human’s hair and basically growled, before he barked at him. “Wake up, you insect, before I reach down your throat to drag the thread of your life out of you!”
There was no answer.
Only stillness, and weakening breaths.
Poseidon felt his jaw clench as he huffed, annoyance and anger making the sea shake around them.
He looked down and the human in his claws and rolled his eyes.
He really shouldn’t…
But, yet again who was there to stop him?
Nobody.
Without much time wasted, he leaned down and pressed his lips against the humans’, breathing life into him with a gentle trick he stole from Apollo.
It wasn’t often that he used it, no normal mortal deserved it.
But a win for Zeus was a loss for him, and this story was far from over.
Odysseus, the infamous King of Ithaca, the man with the wits and mind was his prey, and his alone.
He wanted to enjoy the mortal as long as he planned to, and if Zeus wanted to take that from him, the selfish prick had to do it over his dead body.
It had been a long time since they had a real war after all!
Giving his life back to the human took but a second, no more, no less. In a blink the man’s hand reached for leverage, his lungs filled with air and his heart started to beat like one of a race horse. Poseidon felt all of it as if it was his own body coming back to life, and he too inhaled sharply.
Odysseus, not fully aware of what was going on, grabbed the arm holding him, his fingers digging into immortal flesh, his nails leaving marks on the skin. He huffed and coughed, spitting out sea water, trashing and shaking, holding on for dear life.
Poseidon couldn’t help a comment. “You are not drowning anymore, you bastard, stop acting like an infant.”
Surprised, as if the mortal didn’t notice his presence so far, the man’s eyes shot up at him, confused, but more aware now. Odysseus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he spoke. “ Poseidon ? What happened?”
“You really don’t know how to pick your fights, do you?” He asked, letting the human cling into his arm. “You really don’t remember? Your agreement with my kin?”
Odysseus fell silent at that, his memories slowly flooding back to him. His hand shook as he looked out over the sea. “They died, right? All of them?”
“All of them. I bet my sharks are having a feast.”
Odysseus’ heart skipped a beat and Poseidon almost felt the sour taste on the human’s tongue. It was a terrible destiny, to reach so far, see the end of the road and then crash so violently. But there was nothing to do. Certain lives weren’t worth living longer than the minimum.
“You killed them,” Odysseus whispered.
“Oh no, not at all.”
“The sea swallowed them, you were there, you did this!” Odysseus snapped, shoving Poseidon’s chest, hitting his torso with the bottom of his fis t. With a surprising amount of speed and force, the man punched the God on the chin, and turning to the side shoved his elbow in his stomach. To top everything off, the man proceeded to also kick at the God, but Poseidon was not in the mood for a fight.
Before the human’s knee could reach him, Poseidon caught the arms of the man in iron-like holds, stopping the broken attempt in its bud . He held the human firmly in place, leaned closer and smirked as he looked him deep in the eyes. “I didn’t do anything, King of Ithaca.”
“I saw you.”
“You saw the anger of a God, but it wasn’t mine, little mortal, it was my brother’s. He was using the sea without permission, as he did the wind and the sky, neither his true domain, but all he could control briefly,” Poseidon explained calmly, keeping the trashing mortal out of arm's reach.
“You bastard!” Odysseus snapped, trying to headbutt the God in his fury. “I will k-“
“Be careful, King of Kings! Be oh so careful now. For I gave you life and I can take it back just like that,” Poseidon spat. He swiftly grabbed the man by the neck and shoved him down into the perfect, golden sands of Ogygia Island. Odysseus, when he felt his leg slip, grunted in surprise, but freed one of his hands quickly to grab a handful of Poseidon’s chiton, effectively yanking the God down.
Poseidon wanted to catch himself before the fall, but Odysseus had a 10 year war worth of experience in hand to hand combat and Gods rarely fought with their fists so there was no escape. His Olympic weight came crashing on top of the man, who was thrashing, furious, like a trapped rat.
Poseidon huffed, pushing his chest up, only for Odysseus to grab a handful of his chiton and proceed to punch him in the face again.
Anger immediately filling him to the brim, the God grabbed both wrists of the man, forcing them down into the sand by his head roughly.
Odysseus pushed himself against his restraints with all he had, but his smaller, human body was no match for a real, and pissed God. Poseidon watched him for a moment, his lips curving upwards in satisfaction at the huffing human. “Anger does not fit you, King of Ithaca. But if you want to be like this, fine! Just think through the subject of your anger once more. It wasn’t me who slaughtered the cow. It wasn’t me who opened the skies. And it certainly wasn’t me who chose himself over his crew .”
The human’s eyes rounded in shock, all the fight leaving his body at once as realization dawned on him.
Poseidon was right.
He did this.
He really did this.
Tiresias told him, back in the underworld what will become of him and it happened. He shouldn’t have visited the blind fool, damnit! Prophecies never ended well for the mortals of this world.
First the sirens, then the six in Scylla’s cave, and now everybody else.
It was so long ago, when he held the infant in his arms in Troy. He told him the truth of his soul too, and now it was here.
He did choose himself, he did trade the world to see his son and wife and he did become a monster.
He closed his eyes tightly, bit his bottom lips firmly, and went completely limp in Poseidon’s grasp. He felt boiling tears gathering in his eyes, and he would have given his life for a silent moment of sorrow, but the God of Tides had something else in mind as he spoke.
“Oh, stop this ridiculousness now. Bastards like those don’t deserve your pain.”
Odysseus glanced up at him.
Poseidon smirked. “Don’t you remember what I have told you about ruthlessness? I couldn’t be prouder, little King.”
“How could you say that?” Odysseus whispered.
With a sly little smile, Poseidon sat back onto his heels, hovering over him and finally letting go of Odysseus. He reached slowly and grabbed the human by the sides of his chin, not to hurt him or force him to do anything, just to look at him from a better angle. The King didn’t fight for once, just let himself be moved.
“It’s easy, mortal,” Poseidon started. “Those were worthless pigs, only holding you back from your goal. All that whining about pain, food, pride and hope. They were but a burden on you, can’t you see? Now you are free from their shackles. Now you only have to worry about your life and yours alone.”
“Stop talking about them like that, they were good men!” Odysseus bit back, grabbing onto the arm that was caressing him. He would have loved to shove his hand into Poseidon’s beard, to yank at it and to cause any pain, but he was smaller of stature and he simply didn’t have the reach.
“Maybe they were. But they were also weak. They did not possess your smarts and wit, bravery or raw need to survive. If they really would have wanted to go home, trust me, they would have found a way. But no . They already gave up, long before Apollo’s island. But you? You are like a plague, infesting everything around you, climbing into every corner and crevice, not leaving us alone until you get your greedy little hands on what you really want. You should treat yourself with more respect.”
Odysseus shifted, but at least tried to. He puffed up his chest, trying to move Poseidon’s arm, but the God was just too strong.
“Say it,” Poseidon demanded. “Say what you are.”
Odysseus shook his head, refusing to look the God in the eye.
Poseidon chuckled, pulling Odysseus closer to himself. He squeezed the sides of the human’s face slightly. “ Say. It. ”
“N-no,” the King gasped between gritted teeth.
“Stop pretending, like you don’t feel lighter! Stop pretending, like this is not excellent . Every man for himself, now you only have to care for yourself. It’s fantastic! Come on, say it. What are you?”
“Ruthless,” Odysseus whispered at last, a couple of tears rolling down his cheeks.
“That you are. What else?”
“A m-monster,” the little King sobbed, holding onto the arm keeping him in place. With eyes full of regret, he looked up at Poseidon, a pathetic, but so perfect display of humanity burning the God’s insides.
“Oh yes. But you know what else?” Poseidon asked, with a flick of his finger, ordering the tears to dry.
Odysseus sniffled, looking strangely small for everything that he achieved so far. “ What? ”
Poseidon looked around slowly, as if afraid somebody might hear this mighty secret. He leaned close, so-so close, his lips were brushing against the human’s earlobe softly as he spoke. “Somebody, who caught the attention of so many Gods. Somebody who is strong, brave, who will fight everything for his goal. You are a warrior. You are a legend .”
Odysseus shook as the words registered in his mind, a soft gasp escaping him. “But, with all this blood that's sticking to me, how could I go forward?”
With a noise that could be best described as a purr, Poseidon buried his nose into his neck and took a big sniff of his scent. Salt, water, human and blood. Oh, so much blood. The God of Tides smirked, the motion sending shivers down Odysseus’s spine when he felt it on his skin.
“There is no amount of red time can't clean off of you. You smell of it now, you reek, it is true. How lovely. I could find you from thousands of miles away, and I will find you. You want to know how you will go forward? With these legs, that carried you so far and the mind of the survivor that you are. Wolves don’t shed tears over the decay of strays. And you are a wolf, are you not?”
For all of this, Odysseus just stared at him and listened, but now he was silent again, deep in his thoughts. Poseidon waited with a smirk painted in his lips.
“I am,” Odysseus whispered finally.
“Yes, you are.” Poseidon let go of his hold, caressing the cheeks of the mortal softly, letting Odysseus slip back onto the sand. “ This shark can’t wait to chase the little wolf around, though, so you better get all of your strength and smarts back. I’m not wasting my time on a hollow man.”
Odysseus remained still for a moment, contemplating if he should speak or not. But a question was forming in his mind, and couldn’t keep it back. “Is this really why you saved me, Poseidon? To hunt me down again?”
The God, who was just about to stand up, threw a side-glance at him. “Of course, why else?”
“I don’t know,” Odysseus started, seemingly trying to wrap his mind around the words he was about to mutter. “You keep calling me names. ‘Insect’, ‘plague’, and so on and so forth, yet you save me from death, only so you can claim it later? Pretty strange, don’t you think?”
Poseidon turned in his direction, eyes narrowing in on the man. “I had warned you once already, mortal.”
“You know, I thought you hated me, but from all this, I feel like you actually like me. You would be devastated if I died.”
The God of Tides lifted an eyebrow and suddenly burst out into laughter. “You are living in a dreamworld, King of Ithaca!”
“Then why ?”
“Because I’m a God!” Poseidon shrugged. “Because I can . I don’t have to explain myself to an idiot like you.”
“I have never met a God, who would just go around, sparkling boons over mortals, like you did with me. Especially giving back life? To an idiot , like me? No, this is not coming from your good heart, that would go strictly against your nature,” Odysseus mused, looking at the God.
Poseidon shifted ever so slightly, an involuntary movement he didn’t even notice.
It took a couple of moments for Odysseus to catch on, but his mind was trained by Athena after all. “Is it about your brother striking my crew and me? Is this about Zeus?”
The God of Tides did not answer, but Odysseus saw the shift in the waves. He had seen that tiny, little tremor. Now it was his turn to smile, an attempt at getting the upper hand over a being that did and would cause him endless pain if it wanted to. To emphasize how little this whole conversation mattered to him, Odysseus even put his arms under his head like a pillow and looked up at the bright, green sky.
“He has nothing to do with this,” Poseidon claimed.
“Didn’t take you for a liar, oh God of Tides,” Odysseus stated, his lips curving like a cat’s who got the mouse. “Were you… jealous ?”
All it took was a split second, and Poseidon was on the top of him again, waving water over to cover the human from toe to shoulder and hold him tightly. “Jealous? Mind your tongue, King of Ithaca, before I rip it out.”
Odysseus gasped for air, but his weak little laugh drilled itself into Poseidon’s ear, like melted gold. “You wouldn’t do that. You are all bark, but no bite.”
The God of Tides hissed, the water engulfing the mortal pooled around his neck, pressing on it heavily. “You are playing with the waters, mortal.”
The man tilted his head back slightly, exposing more of his neck. He looked away with a whimper and grit his teeth. He didn’t struggle much, he just let it happen, suspecting how even with the big words, all in all, he was safe . That didn’t mean he wasn’t ready to try his luck.
The human slowly looked up at the God. “ Then drown me, ” he quivered.
With his shoulders shaking, Poseidon looked at him, reaching for the water, to take its place with his palm over the mortal’s neck.
It would have been so damn easy.
Just a press.
Just a snap.
No more squirming, no more talking back, no more wit and pride and escape, just a very dead body in his grip. He huffed in frustration, tightening his hand slightly, but when the mortal closed his eyes, went limp under the weight and his lips parted so willingly the God of Tides understood what was happening.
He almost burst out laughing again!
The sheer audacity of this rat!
Odysseus was really playing a dirty game and he almost made the God a fool, but no. Oh no! Poseidon was not about to lose this round.
He pressed down on the windpipe of the human for a second, just long enough for Odysseus to see stars. Then he released the pressure and used his hand to travel down instead, strong, rough fingers sneaking around exposed skin.
Odysseus’ eyes rounded, and he glanced down, catching some air. “What are you-?”
“You are seeking punishment, I see,” Poseidon purred, grabbing a handful of the rugged chiton covering Odysseus’ body. “You want to anger me, so I break your body and release your mind. You want to give up that badly, huh? Well, no . You are not going to just escape like that so you can be done with it. You will survive this, you will fight me again later down the road and you may go home to your stupid island. But you know what? I am in a very gracious mood, and if you want punishment so bad, I’m more than happy to provide.”
“W-what?” Odysseus whimpered, reaching after the God’s hand. He was slow, though, and by the time he could have stopped the moment, the noise of ripping fabric reached his ear.
Poseidon smiled, satisfied as he looked the man up and down. The mortal wasn’t completely naked yet, his waist remained mostly covered, but his chest was freed now. The God of Tides basked in how Odysseus shifted, buckled and fought without bite. An endless source of entertainment this one was. “If you want me to hurt you so damn bad, I could do it without you dying. You could have just asked! It’s not hard to make a mortal scream , you know. Would you like that King of Ithaca? For me to take your breath away again, to break your mind, to rip you to tiny pieces? Do you want me to punish you for what you did so far? For all that pain, all that death you caused? Do you want me to wash the blood off of you with my own hands?”
The mo rtal inhaled sharply, like a drowning man, even though he was lying in the golden sand of the most perfect island possible. He looked up at the God above him, at the grin that was all sharp teeth and promise of pain, and he shook his head softly, an attempt to clear his thoughts.
Poseidon was not wrong, how could he be?
Odysseus really did try to anger him, he really attempted to get himself killed by the God.
But what else could have he done, really?
He felt filthy. He felt disgusting. He wanted to claw off his own skin and he wanted to rip his own being into shreds.
He hated this. He hated himself. He hated Poseidon and he was so-so angry, and so damn tired.
Why couldn’t they just let him die? Why did they need to watch him suffer? Why did this fool of a being found so much joy in destroying him personally?
And now? What was this offer? What was his promise? Was this really a choice? Or was this another form of sick trickery the Gods loved to play on him so damn much?
And why did Poseidon need an answer? Why wasn’t his aching heart, his dry throat and his pathetic fight enough to speak for Odysseus?
How desperate he needed to be for this to end? For the sweet release to come?
He watched the God, so patient, so silent, almost soft. Why was he so goddamn gentle suddenly, when all Odysseus seeked for once was his anger, his bloodthirst, his ruthlessness?!
“I need an answer, King of Ithaca, or I will leave ,” Poseidon spoke, his voice but a smug purr. “I will leave you here to rot all alone, little mortal. Or I could stay,” The God of Tides whispered, leaning painfully close to his ear, his breath tickling the human’s bruised neck softly, setting his skin on fire. Odysseus squirmed away, a weak sob leaving his throat.
Poseidon chuckled, his fingers never leaving Odysseus’ body. That hand ripped his clothes to rags just a second ago and it was smoothing over his skin now, so cold and nice for his burning body. Odysseus wished it would have ripped him into pieces.
The King of Ithaca bit the inside of his mouth firmly, not being able to form a sentence. His fingers dug into the sand, reaching for something, anything to hold onto, but he found nothing. He knew nothing .
His head was full of thoughts, one chasing the other like rabid animals running up and down in their crazed state. He was thinking of home, of Athena, of his men, of Eurylochus, of all that was lost and how it was his fault, and his alone.
If only he would have been stronger, if he would have been smarter, if he would have known better!
But the past was the past, and he didn't have enough power to go back. He could only change the future, even if that seemed dire and painful, a storm that will never calm, a story that will never end.
He tried to, he wanted to focus on the present, to give an answer, to tell Poseidon to go back to where he came from and rot with his stupid sharks and empty threats, but when he opened his mouth, he had no voice to use.
Without saying a word, Odysseus grabbed a handful of his own hair, shaking hands ripping into his golden brown locks. He was going crazy, he was running mad, he was sure insanity was seconds away. He wanted nothing more than to flee and hide from his own shame, his own pain, but no, of course not! Nothing was easy when Gods were involved.
Suddenly he felt a press of fingers between his thighs and he shuddered, looking up at the God in disbelief from the protective cover of his palms hiding his face. “What are you-”
“You take too much time. I’m getting bored. Watching your panic is not particularly interesting,” Poseidon commented, his grin wide as ever.
“ Stop ,” Odysseus demanded weakly, trying to deny the fact how the cold touch took his breath away.
“ No ,” Poseidon answered, catching a handful of Odysseus’s thigh with his other hand. He pulled the human closer to himself, manhandling him like he weighed nothing.
The next moment the God of Tides was grabbing at his wrists, prying his shaking fingers out of his hair and forcing them at the man’s now naked chest instead. Poseidon then leaned closer, pressing his forehead against the human’s as he took both his hands into one grip.
“I will not let you destroy yourself today, King of Ithaca,” his voice was softer now in a way that the human didn’t deserve. He looked at Odysseus, who was drinking up every word, his eyes full of everything that is so essentially mortal . “I can do that for you myself. You don’t have to say a word, I’m freeing you of the burden of agreeing. All you have to give me is a nod. A simple little nod, and I will take your thoughts away, just this one time.”
The King opened his mouth for a smart remark, but Poseidon nuzzled into his neck, his grasp tightening slightly around Odysseus’ wrists. The man whimpered at the closeness, his mind complete chaos. He debated what to do, how to do?
Was this a smart idea?
Obviously, no.
Was he a smart man?
Others might have claimed him to be one, but at this moment, his wits were useless.
Was Poseidon doing a very good job distracting him from all those big feelings trapped in his tiny, weak body by kissing, licking and biting his neck?
Most definitely.
Odysseus opened his eyes, trying to pull his shaking hands free from the God. When the iron fist didn’t let him go, he turned to begging. “ Please , let go of me . ”
Poseidon stopped abruptly, lifted his head and let Odysseus’ wrists slip from his grip. The God looked disappointed for a moment .
“You are no fun,” Poseidon murmured, shaking his head and turning away. The God looked over at the sea, as if getting ready to leave, but before he could stand up, he felt a rough hand catch his chin. Confused, he turned to Odysseus, but before he could question the man, there were rough lips pressing against his own and the game was over .
The kiss was sloppy, uncoordinated, rough and aggressive, but damn it shook both of them to the core. Odysseus threw an arm around the God’s neck, sliding his fingers through surprisingly - and magically - silky-smooth hair, grabbing it to drag Poseidon even closer, demanding all his attention. When the God wanted to pull away, Odysseus bit his bottom lip instead, dragging his teeth on it, playing with fire, absolutely lost in the sensation. He nothing but felt the God’s chuckle deep in his chest, his mind already going blank.
“Oh so now you are getting impatient, huh?” Poseidon commented, his smirk wide, his lips slightly red. Odysseus watched his mouth move, but words didn’t make much sense to him in this madness. He caught a handful of Poseidon’s beard and yanked him down hard, for another round of the previous shameless roughness.
It was all a messy chase of teeth and tongue, biting and playing, running and escaping and soon Odysseus felt the taste of blood. Not too much, just enough to make him shiver. Pulling away, taking a breath, he looked up at Poseidon, who just wiped his lips clean with his thumb, a shit eating grin making its way to his face.
“Eager, aren’t we?”
With a rapidly rising chest, Odysseus took some well earned breaths and he smirked back at the God. “Y-you talk… too much!”
And there it was. The signature sharp tongue and shameless display of disrespect.
Poseidon snapped his teeth in the direction of Odysseus’ neck, but his threat only bloomed soft laughter. Being one of the most prideful of the Gods, he really couldn’t let this blasphemy pass, so Poseidon just smirked, his fingers suddenly slipping to the inside of the human’s thighs, reaching for the most sensitive skin.
The laughter turned into a surprised moan, the sound the sweetest music to the God’s ear. “You claim I’m all bark and no bite, yet the second I touch you here, you are rendered speechless, King of Kings. So impatient, so keen on serving me,” Poseidon commented, his gravelly, rich voice doing things to Odysseus’ mind he never expected to happen. As he spoke, the God’s thumb circled oh so deliciously close to the remains of the mortal’s clothes, the man couldn’t help but tremble.
As a soft, breathy whine escaped his lips, Odysseus parted his thighs, leaving more room for the God to explore if he so wished.
Satisfied, Poseidon dipped in, first ripping the last bits of the chiton off of the mortal, then leaving him breathless and himself needing more. He looked down at Odysseus, as the human’s gaze filled up with shameful lust. The God smirked, his fingers sliding under the man, feeling his bottom up and greedily grabbing a handful .
Odysseus closed his eyes and simply melted into the touches. He relaxed, as much as he could, his shaking hand reaching for Poseidon’s chest. The God wore some fabric over his body, and Odysseus huffed, frustrated that his palm couldn’t meet golden skin immediately. He didn’t wait for too long, though, his fingers quickly pushing the clothes to the side and sliding under them, mapping out the chest, basking in the feeling of the God under his touch.
It was too much and too little at the same time. And he loved every second of it.
Everything seemed so easy now.
“Poseidon,” he started, pulling away slightly, so he could see the God’s face. “Are you planning to stay dressed the whole time?” Both a genuine question and a half-hidden demand.
With a low chuckle, Poseidon pressed a single kiss on his cheek, and let the man slip down onto the sand, so he could stand up. Odysseus, suddenly feeling dangerously alone, and eerily cold, lifted his arm to grab a handful of the God, but luckily for him, Poseidon only stepped to the side.
While never letting go of Odysseus’ gaze, the God of Tides smirked, unclipped his heavy, rich chiton and let it slip from his chest, down his legs, straight to the ground. The mortal stared, lips slightly parted, too afraid to even think of turning away.
It was a saying that Gods were absolute perfection, molded like this to make humanity feel shame, and now Odysseus knew where it came from.
Poseidon was strong, powerful and his every movement screamed raw, wild elegance. But the King knew better than to take the God for only his looks. He knew all too well what this body was capable of. A snap of those fingers meant his end, a step of those feet meant his doom. Odysseus felt his mouth dry and his throat close, yet he couldn’t look away from the God.
Poseidon tilted his head to the side, treading back to the human, towering over him with all his perfection. The God waved the human closer with a flick of his fingers and Odysseus sat up immediately. He squirmed, fought, clawed himself closer, aching for Poseidon to hold him.
With his shark-like grin the God reached down to touch Odysseus’ face and caress his chin. He touched the lips of the human, brushed over them softly, promising so much while showing so little. “You know, King of Ithaca, there is a certain type of thrill in bedding mortals. Your lot never knows what to say, when you see us for the first time.”
Odysseus swallowed hard and wetted his lips with his tongue as he trembled. He was still on his knees, next to a God, not caring for anything in the whole wide world anymore. “Maybe if you were ugly it would be easier for me to find my words.”
Poseidon blinked, his chest already shaking with a burst of laughter. A moment later, he was pushing Odysseus down into the soft sand with just a press of his palm on the man’s chest. He arched over Odysseus, sliding between the man’s delicious thighs as if he belonged there. The mortal gasped softly, admiring the view, finally free of the need to hide away.
“You are not the worst sight either, King of Kings. No wonder so many of your crew wanted you so desperately,” Poseidon sighed, his face so close, his lips so far. Odysseus took a broken breath, swallowing the words of the God. He was shaking, trying to wrap his mind over what was being said, but failing miserably as Poseidon slid his palms over his sides to his waist and up his back.
“W-what?” Odysseus whimpered.
“Oh, you didn’t know, little King?” Poseidon chuckled, pressing kisses on the mortal’s chest, leaving a few bites here and there, marking his territory. “So many men praised you for your smarts and your looks. They dreamt of bedding you, breaking you in, making you their own. They respected your loyalty during the day, but during the night, when they used whores and each other to feed their needs, you crossed their minds one too many times.”
The King shuddered, his nails digging into the God’s skin. “That can’t be…”
“Oh of course it can. I imagine them now seething. They never had a chance with you. You needed a God to take your breath away,” Poseidon whispered. His fingers dug into Odysseus’ back, lifting him closer so he could look him in the eye as he spoke. The God grinned at him, a shameful display of superiority, then simply let him slip back into the sand. “I bet they are jealous of me. So many men dying to kiss even your footprint, but only I can make you tremble like this.”
With every fiber of his being being pulled in all directions, Odysseus whimpered. His mind thought it was utter ridiculousness, but Poseidon was so-so confident and who was a mortal to question a God?
Not him, especially not with Poseidon playing on his body like this, making him forget even the name of his own mother.
It was easier to relax now, somehow, like that first kiss had broken his shackles, helping his mind escape its own prison. He felt lighter too, his body less blazing, but also less cold, in a sense of the soul.
Was this being the object of a God’s admiration?
Maybe that was too strong of a word.
Attention was better for now!
There was no reason for Odysseus to lie anymore, not with the God’s mouth buried in his neck the way it was, kissing and biting, tasting him, leaving his marks all over his skin. He liked this. As much as he wanted to deny first, as scary as it was and as shameful as he felt at the beginning, now? Those doubts were all gone.
There was something immensely filthy in the way this strong body was arching over him. Like he was small, like he meant nothing. Poseidon didn’t choose the form of a giant, or something similar, he was only about half a head taller than Odysseus, but still! The feeling of such raw power made the mortal feel like a speckle of dust in the wind.
And yet, that insignificant little feeling made his heart beat the fastest, the strongest. He was sure the God could hear it.
He truly must have been a very special grain of sand if somebody like Poseidon gifted him with all his attention, even if only for a moment.
Odysseus wasn’t sure if this was the God’s plan all along, but given their position, and how his mind was nothing but Poseidon right now, he couldn’t give a damn.
His pain, sorrow and suffering? The regret, the anger, the responsibility?
To Tartarus with all of those!
There was a God between his legs, kissing down his chest, looking up at him with the raw need to ravage and conquer, and oh . Oh how much he wanted to be ravished.
At this moment, on this beach, when time only ticked for him, he wanted to be devoured, and given the hungry look in Poseidon’s eyes, he was sure the God would provide him with a feast. Who cared at this point, if he was to be the main course or not?
He certainly didn’t, not when a strong hand wrapped around his cock at last and he forgot how to breathe for a second.
Odysseus dug his fingers into the God’s skin, seeking leverage on his shoulders.
“A-at least say something first!” Odysseus demanded, only earning himself a soft chuckle. Poseidon pressed a particularly wet kiss on his stomach, biting into his muscles with a devilish smile. His fingers were pumping Odysseus, slow and steady, never stopping even for a second.
The mortal hissed at the bite, his voice turning into soft whimpers soon. “N-not fair!”
“Gods don’t fight fair, remember? But don’t worry. I promised to take good care of you, didn’t I?” Poseidon said, looking up at him with his face resting on Odysseus’ skin, his eyes fixed on the man’s face.
Odysseus nodded, lifting his hand hesitantly. With trembling fingers, he combed through the God’s hair, reached for his chin, caressed his lips as Poseidon stopped everything for a second and looked up at him. Odysseus couldn’t help but wonder. Wasn’t this too tender?
Wasn’t this too sweet?
Wasn’t this supposed to be a punishment?
“Stop thinking,” Poseidon huffed, reaching and biting at his nipple to emphasize his demand. Odysseus jolted, shaking fingers ripping into the God’s hair accidentally. Not like Poseidon minded, not at all! He looked like a real predator for a split second and Odysseus felt that gaze deep in his bones.
“Then stop taking your sweet time and fuck me already,” Odysseus barked and there it was again. That little shift in the gaze, that bloodthirst that the human was seeking. “Or are you planning to make sweet love to me, like I am your wife, Poseidon? Where is your famous ruthlessness now, hm?”
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, as something new appeared on Poseidon’s face, and Odysseus somehow felt it even in the furthest corner of his soul. He had to brace for the storm.
Before Odysseus could even think of saying something, he was turned on his stomach and Poseidon’s hands were all over him. They were roughly feeling up his sides, sliding over the curve of his hip, reaching his things, propping him up to his hands and knees. Surprised, the human grabbed into the golden sand, searching for anything to hold but his fingers found nothing, he could only gasp.
Odysseus only noticed how Poseidon's hand left his body, when it came down on his bottom with full force, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing softly on the beach. Odysseus sobbed, his mind turning blank with the feeling.
There it was.
What he had been asking for.
The mortal bit his lip when he felt strong hands slide along his thighs and ass, caressing him, grabbing him, smoothing over his skin, playing with just enough claw to make it thrilling. Odysseus chuckled at the prodding, hissed at the scratching and finally yelped, when he felt something wet against his entrance.
“ Oh, ” he whimpered, as that new slickness slid over his skin, only testing the waters, but not taking a dip yet. Odysseus huffed, finally daring to look back above his shoulder, just to take a glance, at what Poseidon was up to.
The human didn’t regret the sight for sure, for the God looked completely taken by the moment, with his eyes closed and his attention fully focused on what he was doing. Odysseus felt more than saw Poseidon’s hands holding his cheeks apart so his tongue could lick him, tease him, taste him. The God seemed absolutely lost in the act, not even noticing the human was watching him, until Odysseus called his name out.
The God looked up, and the smirk of his couldn’t be described as any other than ‘evil’ as he suddenly, finally dipped his tongue into Odysseus’ body, and oh Olympus , that feeling was divine.
It was tight, wet, smooth and intense and Gods , Odysseus could have come just from this. His knees trembled, his legs almost gave out, but thankfully Posseidon was there to hold him as the God was devouring him.
Because after a second or two, that was exactly the God’s goal, it felt like. Poseidon licked and savoured all of Odysseus like a starving man, and it felt great, it felt perfect .
This truly was the complete attention of a God and Odysseus felt dizzy, seeking more and more, begging without words.
He opened his legs wider to provide access, his hard cock hanging between his shaking thighs. Poseidon paid no attention to it for now, and Odysseus had to bury his face into his palms to suppress a broken yell when he felt a finger slip in right next to the slick tongue. It was a strange, new feeling, not particularly enjoyable, but not extremely uncomfortable either.
He didn’t know much about the act, but he heard the tales of love between men. He heard the rumors about it being shameful and perfect, filled with lust and hunger and relief. He would have lied if he would have said he wasn’t burning with desire to know more.
Soon Poseidon pulled his head away from his entrance and kissed along the curve of his ass instead, a second finger sliding into the human’s body, making Odysseus wince and tense up slightly. Even if the God did it fairly slow, his fingers were a tad bigger than a normal human’s so the stretch was a bit uncomfortable for somebody who wasn’t used to it.
Exactly when would this start to feel nice?
Were the tales fake, only lies?
Just when he opened his mouth to complain about the stinging sensation, Poseidon pushed in, curling his fingers up into a spot Odysseus didn’t know existed. The human felt like lightning passed through his body. He almost collapsed onto the sand.
Poseidon chuckled. “Oh, just what I was looking for.”
“W-what?” Odysseus whimpered, blinking in a haze.
The God didn’t answer, just sped his fingers up, aiming for the same spot until the human was rendered speechless, mouth hanging low, the noises he made were absolutely incoherent.
“You are gorgeous like this, King of Ithaca,” Poseidon commented. “An absolute work of art. Bards would sing songs about your beauty if they saw you now. So eager, so hungry, so patient.”
Odysseus wanted to answer something, anything really, but words were hard to form with the way the God was fingering him open. After the second, the third didn’t wait for too long and the mortal somehow forgot how to breathe or think.
“Look at you, dripping like an untouched maiden, so inviting, so ready to be taken. Would you like that, Odysseus? Do you want me to take you?”
The mortal, as he couldn’t answer like this, lifted his fist and slapped it into the sand, in an attempt to collect himself. He tried to wave, to signal to get the God’s attention, but Poseidon either didn’t pay much attention to his squirming, or he simply didn’t care.
“S-stop!” Odysseus moaned, desperately in need of a breather.
Poseidon chuckled, but slowed his fingers, only lazily moving them in and out. “Did you… say something?”
“Ah, y-you noticed?” The human rasped, glaring back at the God, forcing his eyebrows together in fake-anger. “I am, r-reaching my l-limit, please !”
As he couldn’t have that, Poseidon immediately stopped and pulled his fingers out, leaving Odysseus gaping and strangely empty. Before the human could protest, or even say something, the God grabbed him by the arm and flipped him onto his back. Poseidon then leaned in close, pressing a rough kiss in the human’s lips, biting him and teasing, so excitement couldn’t leave his body.
When Poseidon pulled back, Odysseus followed the motion, so willing, so needy. The God then smirked at him, caressed his cheek and spoke. “Don’t you dare move, King of Ithaca. I’ll be back in a moment.”
And with that, he was gone and Odysseus was left alone, his surprise unmatched on earth and sea.
Thankfully, that moment was over, before he could so much as open his mouth and Poseidon stepped out of the clear waves in all his shameless, naked glory, with a smaller clay amphora hanging from his fingers.
The mortal tilted his head slightly. “What is that?”
“Oil from a shipwreck nearby. You wouldn’t be able to take me with just some spit and prayer,” Poseidon smirked, smugness emitting from his whole being.
Oh.
Oh.
Odysseus’ eyes rounded and he glanced down at the God’s waist, finally taking a good look at what was waiting for him.
“ Huh ?” Was all the mortal was able to ask.
Poseidon came closer, sitting down into the sand next to Odysseus. He put the amphora down and leaned forward, placing his elbow on his knee. “Odysseus, please. You are supposed to be the warrior of the mind. You have a son. You know how this goes. Or did you really think I would just let you off the hook after some whimpering and fingering? Please.”
The mortal stared at him. “I just didn’t- I- uh- I didn’t expect you to want me to be-”
“After you practically commanded me to fuck you? Your words, not mine.”
Odysseus was completely lost for what to say and hesitantly he gestured at himself and then at the God, trying to form sentences he couldn’t even fathom. “I didn’t know-”
“You didn’t know, that fucking you involved my cock being buried deep into your core? And you are supposed to be the smartest amongst the Greeks?” Poseidon smiled. “How am I to make you forget how to even breathe without this?”
Odysseus swallowed, blinking in confusion. “You were doing a pretty good job in that regard so far, I assumed that was… it?”
The God all but burst out laughing, catching the mortal’s arm and pulling his body into his lap easily. Like this Odysseus couldn’t escape the closeness and when he glanced down between their bodies, he saw his own still leaking cock and the God’s. He felt his throat close and he turned his gaze back at Poseidon, who was grinning at him like the starving shark he was.
“Are you afraid, little King?” He asked smugly.
Odysseus opened his mouth to answer, then closed it, then finally opened it again. After a second of silence he just grimaced and hummed. “I didn’t think you would want me like that . I thought you found me filthy.”
Running his tongue along his teeth, Poseidon smirked. He leaned down and kissed the human again, grabbing and squeezing a handful of his ass. “I wouldn’t have eaten you out if that were the case. But don’t worry, I do find you filthy. Exactly why I want you like that .”
Odysseus yelped at the sudden touch, holding onto the God’s arm. He nodded sharply. “Will I regret this?”
Poseidon chuckled and picked up the amphora pulling the cork out with his teeth. “ Possibly . But you may gain new knowledge, which I’m sure excites you. And you may gain a new lover too. But enough talk now, King of Ithaca. I have waited long enough.”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Odysseus nodded and watched as Poseidon smelled the oil with a smile. “Mmm, this is good. It will work perfectly.”
“What now?” Odysseus stammered, watching the God’s every movement carefully.
“ Now ? I will teach you a thing or two. First you will use this oil, slick up your hands and get me ready to fuck you. And then I will show you what it really feels like to bed a God. Understood?”
The human wetted his lips. “Y-yes.”
“Good little King,” Poseidon purred, handing the amphora to Odysseus.
The mortal took the jar and hesitantly poured some of its content onto his fingers, slowly coating his palm in it. He put the amphora down and lifted his hands to his face, smelling the substance and then tasting it gently. He felt the God’s eyes on him as he moved and licked his lips clean. “Mm, truly a delicacy.”
Poseidon let a little growl out, his patience running thin suddenly. Odysseus glanced up at him and leaning forward he took the God’s cock in his hands, feeling up the length experimentally. Poseidon huffed softly, his eyes never letting the human look away.
Not like Odysseus would have wanted to do that, just in case.
The first few strokes were a bit uncoordinated, this being a completely new experience for the mortal. Luckily for him, Poseidon wasn’t too greedy with his voice; he sighed, hissed, gasped and, when Odysseus picked up the pace, even a few soft moans had left the God’s lips.
It didn’t take too long for him to grow fully hard, and Odysseus was sort of confused about how Poseidon remained so unbothered while he was touching and feeling, tasting and biting his body. If one thing the human knew to be true was the fact that the noises the God let out made him even more aroused. He didn’t even remember the last time he felt such excitement.
While Odysseus was working on the God, of course Poseidon couldn’t waste his time either. He went back to his previous doings, caressing the back of the mortal softly, scratching his skin, grabbing his ass, pressing his fingers against his hole, while whispering filthy, filthy things in his ear.
He called Odysseus beautiful again, and something in the way he said it drilled itself into the human’s mind, planted a seed and left him yearning for more.
By the time Poseidon decided both of them were prepared, Odysseus was a whimpering mess again, his lips bitten red, his knees trembling. The God softly caught his wrists and stopped what the human was doing by pulling his arms around his own neck. Odysseus obliged, immediately pulling the God down for a sweet chase of lips.
It was brief, warm and wet, but it was enough distraction for Odysseus not to notice how he was lifted by the bottom slightly, angled perfectly for the God to push in.
Poseidon smirked at him as he spoke. “Don’t you forget the name you should scream.”
“How woul-?” Odysseus started, but as the God entered his body, his mind went completely blank. There was absolutely no thinking to be done now, and the mortal could only dig his finger’s into Poseidon’s shoulders as the God sank deep into his body.
Odysseus felt indescribably full even at the beginning, but he lost all coherent thought when Poseidon pushed himself in completely, bottoming out with a sharp inhale.
The God let the mortal have a moment to get used to the feeling, kissing along his neck and shoulders, nipping at his collarbone. “You are doing so good, King of Kings, so obedient, so perfect. So perfect for me . You are mine, aren’t you? My prey, my prize .”
Odysseus whimpered, turning his head hungrily to the mouth, begging for a kiss as best as he could. And what would the God be if not gracious? Poseidon leaned in and kissed the mortal, played with his lips, and chased his tongue.
The man whimpered, gasped softly, beautiful, needy sounds leaving his mouth. The God hugged his waist as they were sitting, held the small of his back and slowly but steady, he started to rock their bodies.
Odysseus felt simply too much to form real thoughts. His mind was a blurry haze, his body a tightly strung bow close to snapping.
He held onto Poseidon, of course, absentmindedly kissing his neck, exploring his chest and biting into the God’s nipples, but nothing else mattered. His mind was occupied by Poseidon, his every sense filled and overloaded with what they were doing.
He was a shaking, noisy mess, barely functional but very eager to participate.
Poseidon didn’t seem to mind, he just held Odysseus over his lap, moving the human by his thighs while kissing him, purring in his ear.
If anybody would have ever asked Odysseus how he would describe the love of a God, he wouldn’t have described it like this!
It was burning desire, cheeky whispers, stolen moments and taken breaths.
It was wonderful, and Odysseus had to admit, Poseidon was right.
It was easier not to think about the problems one has when he was losing his mind in the arms of a God.
Embrace?
Attention?
Admiration felt like a better word now. Odysseus knew deep down in his soul that Poseidon could have just pushed him down, took what he wanted and left. He heard the tales of the Gods’s affairs, it wasn’t too big of a reach.
But Poseidon didn’t rush, for whatever reason, he took his damn sweet time.
He kissed instead of biting, caressed instead of shredding, soothed instead of breaking.
Who wouldn’t feel special when the God of Tides behaved like this?
Maybe it was Poseidon’s way to leave marks on him for the others to see. Maybe he wanted to assert dominance over his favourite subject to torture. Maybe he really just wanted Odysseus for himself for whatever reason.
My prize , the God called him.
Odysseus felt that deep in his stomach, the word so sweet, so alluring, doing all kinds of things to his mind.
And what if he enjoyed this?
What if he really forgot about it all?
A few minutes of peace, a moment of silence, he deserved it!
He really did suffer for too long.
That all seemed so far away now.
Here, like this, in the arms of the God, he felt safe, he felt sound.
His mind was spinning, yes, but it was from lust and not terror.
His body was tired, alright, but it was the sweetest pain.
A pain he wanted more of.
Destruction he wanted to see.
Tension was building, something wanted to snap in his body and Olympus he needed it so bad.
He looked up at the God, at the perfection he didn’t deserve. He grabbed a handful of Poseidon’s hair, dragged him down, kissed him and begged.
“Please, destroy me .”
Poseidon all but grinned, not daring to argue. Regret could wait another day.
With that, the God quickened his pace, shifting so he could sink further, reach deeper, ruining everything that was left of Odysseus.
Sweet release didn’t wait for too long, only a few more moments, and then the mortal was breaking, shattering, falling apart, his vision going dark.
He felt out of his body as blazing fire filled him to the brim, Poseidon finishing deep inside him.
Odysseus all but collapsed against the strong chest, just riding this high for a bit more. He took greedy bites of air, not being able to speak, and words were useless anyway.
He didn’t care about questions or time, he only cared for this newfound feeling.
Something shifted around him, and he didn’t argue. He didn’t care.
He was on his side now, comfortable warmth against his back.
It didn’t take him long to doze off either, with a strong hand brushing his sides softly, caressing his thighs gently.
It was the best sleep he had ever experienced.
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The next time Odysseus woke up, for a split second he didn’t even know where he was. He felt sand under his naked skin, the smell of salty sea filling his nose, but his head was on something soft and comfortable.
He yawned slowly, trying to roll onto his back, but as he shifted, dull pain bit into his lower back. He frowned uncomfortably, huffing and puffing as he rubbed his face and finally opened his eyes.
He was lying under the endless blue sky, only a few soft clouds playing around. There were a few seagulls in the air, lazily hunting for breakfast. They made Odysseus smile.
He stretched his legs and felt the same pain. “What in Tartarus…?”
“I was wondering when you will wake up,” a deep voice said somewhere to the right and Odysseus froze, his eyes rounding. He swallowed weakly and turned to the voice, only to be greeted by an unforgettable shark-like grin.
The memories of their shared embrace flooded back into Odysseus’s mind in an instant and he suddenly forgot how to speak.
Poseidon was lying next to him, all in his perfect, naked glory, and oh, oh no, that soft cushion Odysseus felt under his head as he came to was the God’s arm too. The man stared, not being able to fully wrap his mind around everything that happened. He felt like a fish, slowly opening his mouth to speak, not finding the correct words and closing it at last.
Poseidon watched in amusement, pulling his arm back, sitting up in the sand. He lazily pulled his hair to one side, raking the sand out of it with his fingers. He could have done it with magic, Tartarus, he could have just gone back to the sea, but no. He enjoyed the human’s utter confusion way too much to just leave.
“This can’t be- I didn’t- Did we-?” Odysseus muttered, and the God chuckled.
“Already full of regrets? It’s not even noon yet.”
“So it wasn’t a dream,” Odysseus whispered, sounding like he tried to convince himself.
“I am the God of the Sea, not the God of leisure, little King, visiting you in your sleep is not my style.” Poseidon smirked.
Odysseus, still in the state of shock, sat up and just looked the God up and down. “Why did you do that?”
“What, exactly?”
“Why did you f-” Odysseus bit the insides of his mouth, his cheek warming up slightly.
“ Oh ?” Poseidon taunted. “Mmm, because I could? Because I wanted it? Because you wanted it. You were, in fact, begging for it.”
“B-but, I-” the mortal stuttered, gesturing with his hands, looking for the right words.
The God watched him suffer for a minute or two, enjoying the sight of his infamous wit shattering into pieces. Then, when Odysseus was just staring out into the sea, Poseidon leaned closer, pressing a kiss into his neck, licking the salt off of his skin, biting a mark he left the previous day.
Odysseus first winced in surprise, but he tilted his head, instinctively offering more room for the God. His eyes fluttered shut and he gasped softly, his hands catching the God’s arm for leverage.
Poseidon lifted his head soon, a toothy grin splayed across his face. “Stop thinking so much. What’s done is done. You enjoyed it. End of the tale.” With that the God got to his feet, only showing his perfectly sculpted back to the mortal.
Odysseus stared up at him, his body moving after the God involuntarily. He wanted to say something, he just didn’t know what. Poseidon looked like he was about to leave and for some godforsaken reason, Odysseus didn’t want to let that happen.
The God looked around on the beach for his chiton, and when he found it, he leaned down, picked it up and tied it loosely around his waist. He stepped closer to the sea, the waves already licking at his feet happily.
“W-wait!” Odysseus yelled suddenly, immediately covering his mouth with his hand. A smile made its way onto the God’s lips and Poseidon turned around slowly, looking down at the mortal.
“For what?” He asked.
“Are you going to just leave me here? On this Island? Alone?”
Poseidon chuckled softly and circled back around to the human. With only the wave of his finger, he ushered Odysseus to stand up and the mortal complied immediately. The God soothed his palm across his chest, onto his shoulder and finally to his neck, feeling the skin he left red and purple.
“There lives a nymph on this Island who is dying to meet you. She will take good care of you until you can leave, but do not fall for her tricks, she will want you all for herself.”
Odysseus frowned. “I do not care for any nymphs. I have to go home.”
“You will, little King of Ithaca, you will. But you committed crimes, and my brother is not the most forgiving being, I’m sure you know. This is your prison now and you have to survive,” Poseidon said, his thumb caressing the human’s lips now.
Odysseus frowned, shaking himself out of the God’s hands stubbornly. “Do you expect me to stay here?”
“I don’t. But he does,” Poseidon said, crossing his arms in front of his chest instead.
“Well, I don’t care! I’m not staying here! What am I, a child you can just close into a room until he calms down?!” Odysseus snapped, frustration building up in him.
Poseidon watched him, his eyes narrowing slightly. “And what are you planning to do? Zeus is the King of the Gods, he rules over most of you.”
“Well he does not rule over you , does he?” Odysseus lifted his chin. “Or did I give myself to a coward?”
The God of Tides listened to him, with his lips curving up. “Watch your tongue, Odysseus, you will end up hurt. But no. Zeus is not the King of mine or my domain.”
“Then do something. Help me. I was supposed to be yours , was I not? Or was that just an empty promise?”
Poseidon huffed at that, his smile disappearing almost immediately. He understood where this was going, it wasn’t his first time playing this game. And yet, he was annoyed, a bit more than he would have liked to be.
“You are mine,” he stated, dangerously calm now. Odysseus didn’t falter, he just looked up at the God with a smug little glint in his eyes.
“And you would let your brother keep something that belongs to you for Olympus knows how long?” The mortal asked.
Poseidon watched him, debating whether to strike him down on to fuck him again at this very moment. The first seemed more fair for a smug little human with all his smart mouth and big words. But the promise of the second was more tempting in the long run.
After some silence, the God huffed a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “I see my niece taught you well, Odysseus of Ithaca. Argue, and if you can’t, twist the words like you have the upper hand. I would lie if I told you I wasn’t affected by you. You surely know how to get your way. But I am not as naive as you take me for. If I help you, I want compensation.”
The King of Ithaca straightened his back as he watched the God. “Well, you know where to find me. You know what the prize is.”
Poseidon blinked at him, but burst out in laughter. The sea shook at the sound, the waves suddenly splashing high. Odysseus stayed still, waiting for the God to finish.
When the sea calmed, Poseidon shook his head, his grin wider and brighter than ever. “You surely know how to bargain. What a little brat I picked for myself. Fine . I will play along with your game, but only for once.”
Odysseus nodded and stepped so close to the God, their chests were almost touching. He looked up at Poseidon, eyes clear as day, his lost confidence finding his way back to him at last. The God watched him; his face, his features, his eyes. This was a good deal, he decided. Sweet fruit for hard labour. He smirked at the human and leaned down for one last kiss to seal the deal, but before their lips could meet, there were fingers pressing against his mouth.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Odysseus asked, smugness emitting from his body. “You have a task to get to.”
With that, Odysseus perked up onto his toes and pressed his lips against the God’s but only with his hand in the way. He then took a step back, his smirk full of challenge and left the shore, walking straight into the heart of the island, leaving Poseidone alone, impatient.
The God stared after him, baffled, but also impressed. This smugness, this mind, all of Odysseus, it was addictive and Poseidon wanted more. He wanted it all, wanted it now. But after a moment, when the human didn’t even turn back, Poseidon laughed once more and sank back into the sea.
There was an unspoken promise between them now, one which in Poseidon’s opinion would very likely cause both their ends, but also one, which could be their sweetest triumph if executed correctly.
As the God was swimming away, traveling back home with his waves, he thought back to Odysseus. How he recovered so easily after everything the Gods had thrown in front of him to survive. He had to admit, he admired the man, with all his raw power and ability to heal. Poseidon smirked to himself as he dipped between a group of sharks.
This man was his .
And he would not rest, until he claimed his prize.