This “Divine audience” didn’t go exactly as Fabio predicted it would.
Started simple enough. Dietrich decided to visit Mars’ Temple weeks before departing to kill Cetus, the Sea Tyrant. Inquire travelers about Cetus’ whereabouts, take advantage of Mars’ blessing, or maybe receive a couple of tips from the man himself—not that this so-called God of War could enlighten them with anything even remotely useful, living in these long-lasting peaceful times, Fabio pondered—but Dietrich insisted, and so his will shall be done.
So how did the three of them end up in Mars’ quarters, with Dietrich taking the cock on God’s lap, and Fabio just sitting there, staring at the shameless scene unfolding before him?
Well.
Fabio had hoped Dietrich’s fascination with Mars would end with their brief skirmish, but unfortunately, he was wrong. He could easily sense the smell of the same kind of fixation that stirred in a man during battle with a strong opponent—not that he was particularly susceptible to that; of course, he was just a keen observer—all attention on one person and one person alone. But, that has never occurred in an outside-of-a-battle scenario before.
Fabio’s curiosity got the better of him, so he allowed that to continue.
Upon arriving before the Divine and announcing their grand plans, it was clear that Mars hadn’t forgotten about their skirmish either. Mars invited them to his quarters behind the Temple, saying this would be a longer conversation.
It better be something worthwhile, Fabio thought, as there are better ways to prepare for the upcoming battle than indulging in idle chatter.
Mars was leading, exchanging thoughts about Heroic Games’ participants with Dietrich. Fabio, on the other hand, observed the Temple’s guards as they went. Something felt… slightly off. The guards seemed in a weirdly good mood, winking at themselves. Some of them retired once receiving some kind of sign from their God.
Fabio put his hand on Dietrich’s arm. “I have an ill feeling about—”
But the other man just shook off his hand like he was an annoying fly, and followed Mars like a moth drawn to the flame.
Insolent.
Fabio only murmured something with annoyance.
Eventually, the three of them reached a rather pleasant room. It had a similar style to the main hall, but was furnished more like a living space. Sofas and stone tables with amphorae on them were scattered throughout, and along the wall stood well-maintained weapons and shelves filled with books and maps.
The House Lamine representatives sat on separate velvety chairs, while Mars took an ornate stone one, similar to the one in the main hall of his Temple.
“Sea Tyrant, huh? I must say, I admire your courage. Since it has been pestering the waters for centuries now, I’ll be more than happy to assist. Oh, please help yourself to some wine.”
Dietrich shook his head, but Fabio nodded. Might as well get something from this visit. He poured himself some red wine from the amphora on the table—what a peculiar aroma—and took a sip. It tasted rather exceptional. Maybe he should have expected that from a drink meant for the deities.
“So, Dietrich,” Mars started. “Are you fine with cold?”
“Of course. I’m from FĂłdlan.”
“And how about your lung capacity? Performance under insufficient supply of oxygen?”
“Fine… I think.” Dietrich’s head cocked to the side. “I did survive drifting unconscious in the sea, somehow.”
Mars’s eyebrows furrowed in discontent. “That was just luck. It wouldn’t be wise to count on it. Do you mind if we test a few things?”
“Not at all.”
“Then take your clothes off.”
You cannot be serious, Fabio thought, almost choking on his wine. You cannot simply ask your guest to—
But Dietrich didn’t mind. Because he just stood up and started undoing his shirt.
When the material fell on the floor, the small triumphant smile that entered Mars’ face did not escape Fabio’s eyes… nor did Dietrich’s naked chest.
No matter how many times he saw it, it was always a delight.
Fabio found himself speechless and thoughtless—that is, almost—because the God of War’s words shook him from his unmindful moment of admiration.
“Rest of the clothes, too,” he hurried. “I cannot properly assess your body seeing only half of it.”
Dietrich nodded and proceeded.
Fabio’s hand clenched around the glass, and watching Dietrich undressing from his pants, he could feel himself shaking, unable to pinpoint the location of this sudden distress.
“All clothes.” Mars sighed, seeing the blonde man, now in his undergarments only, hesitating for a second.
No. This was some tacky scheme, and Fabio did not have to participate in it.
With a bit more force than intended, he set the glass down and started getting up, ready to speak his mind about this foolery and get away as swiftly as possible.
But then, Mars’ expression suddenly changed, and a dangerous frown pushed out the playful expression.
“Stay.” He mouthed silently, and even though no sound came from him, it carried the weight and authority of an otherworldly being.
It wasn’t a request. It was an order.
Logically, there was nothing Mars could do. Logically, it was his right to refuse to participate in this ploy. Logically, the only sensible thing was to get up and leave.
But, Fabio found himself frozen for a second there. Something made him unable to object, and that was enough to cement his fate.
Could it be that… this wine…?
Against his better judgment, he sat down again.
Mars’ expression softened, and he mouthed again. “Good. Boy.”
Before Fabio had a chance to express his outrage, Mars pointed to the blonde man with his head. Dietrich was now fully on display in his natural state.
Oh.
It’s not like they haven’t seen each other’s naked before. Traveling together, resting in Thermae—it’s not like the view was anything new.
The setting, however.
Dietrich’s body belonged in a Temple like this, didn’t it? With the marble columns, high, gold-decorated ceiling, and heavy curtains in a rich, turmeric-colored serving as a backdrop, the man’s silhouette received the proper framing at last. His figure resembled that of the god of war himself.
Beautiful.
Though unable to stop his fists from shaking, Fabio chose to keep his lips closed for now. The view was somewhat worth it.
“So,” Mars’ attention returned to the man standing naked in front of him. “One magic burn below the knee. Some old bruises. From the ones that matter, I see two old cut scars close to your sternum, and the deeper one on your left biceps. Flyssa and longbow?”
“You can tell?” Dietrich’s face lit up for a second. “You are correct.”
“Of course,” Mars hummed, examining his body bit by bit, muscle by muscle. “I can also tell that you lack a bit of structured training, but maybe unconventional methods work better for a man like you. It’s… Well, your body is extraordinary.”
“Thank you.”
“Is that a… simple burn?”
“Ah, yes.” Dietrich looked closer at the spot on his forearm where there was a straight scar. “A memento of my sister. She baked often, and I tried to help… once.”
“So you do have a soft side as well. That’s cute.” Mars chuckled. “Turn around.”
The man did as he was told and, by doing so, faced Fabio. The dark priest held his breath.
“Two more magic burns… and both on the left side. Some scars, but nothing too major. I see. I think we’re done here,” Mars announced, and Dietrich turned his back to Fabio again. “You have far fewer battle scars than I anticipated, especially after hearing all those stories about you. Most of them seem to be magic-related, but that won’t be an issue while fighting Cetus.”
“Mm.”
“You take more damage on your left side. It seems like your posture might be slightly leaning right, given the weight of the sword you always carry. That’s something to keep in mind as well, since it will only become more prominent in the future and might become a liability.”
“Oh. I wasn’t aware.”
“I know you are inseparable from your sword, but I recommend picking up a bow now and then. It will help you both with your posture and might be useful during the battle with Cetus. I heard he can cover a significant range easily, and you don’t want to waste your stamina running all around the deck.”
“I see. Makes sense.”
Fabio hummed, listening to the God speaking. Maybe he judged him too quickly.
“You are incapable of reaching satisfaction outside of battle, aren’t you?” Mars rested his chin on his fist, letting his gaze fall onto Dietrich’s privates. “Is that why you are seeking challenge like this one?”
A silence filled the room. Fabio felt himself holding his breath.
Surely he didn’t mean it… that way, correct?
But, to Fabio’s dismay, Dietrich eventually nodded.
Mars hummed, stroking his chin. “I see. I used to be the same way.”
“Did you?” Violet eyes fell on Mars’ groin, just for a second. “But…”
“Oh, there are tricks to that.” Mars chuckled. “For example, making your mundane activities a life-or-death situation, even if that’s imposed by yourself only. That requires a particular mindset, practice, and discipline, but is doable, I assure you.”
“I’d like to know more—”
“We’ll see,” Mars cut him off. “It’s a special training reserved for those who proved themselves. For now, come closer, as we have more to discuss.”
Dietrich complied.
“Why do you keep your hair loose like that?” Mars asked. “Seems like a weak point. Both easily grabbable and can get between your armor’s plates.”
Dietrich hummed. “It was never an issue. My hair stays on my back, and the cape protects it from getting in the way. Besides,” Dietrich took a step closer to the God, standing right in front of him. “You do have longer hair yourself.”
Mars chuckled. In an instant, he was up and pulling Dietrich’s hair down, bringing him to his knees. Dietrich let out a quiet cry, forced to look up at the God.
“It’s because when I’m serious, I do not duel in this form.” Mars softened his voice, as if speaking to a small child. He made sure to pull the hair strong enough to receive a whine. “Remember, you will be fighting on a sea. It might rain. You will get wet. When your hair gets stuck to your face, your vision will be temporarily impaired, and the second you might spend brushing it off might be your downfall.”
Mars released his grip, and while withdrawing his hand, he stroked Dietrich’s jawline before settling in his throne again. He prevented Dietrich from standing up by placing a hand on his head, petting it like he were a cat. “This might work for humans, but Cetus won’t waste a few seconds to admire your beauty.”
Dietrich’s breath became faster and shallower, but he seemed to be almost unaffected otherwise. “I will keep them tied, then. Never really had a hairstyle like that.”
“I’m sure this… what was his…” Mars clicked his tongue. “Fabio! Fabio will help, in case you can’t do it nicely yourself.”
At the mention of Fabio, both of them looked at the man. Mars with a playful grin on his lips, and Dietrich with… With his messy hair, half-closed eyes, and slightly parted lips, naked and brought to his knees between Mars’ legs.
“Do you agree, Fabio?” God of War’s orange eyes sparkled. “You are a type to watch over Dietrich at all times, right? Especially when he’s the most vulnerable?”
“I…” It was a simple question, Fabio, no matter how absurd the situation was. No need to stutter. “I guess I am. I am always ready to support Dietrich’s wishes. That includes watching over him.”
“And what is it that Dietrich wishes for right now?” Mars murmured, his voice dropping lower.
The dark hand was stroking his hair, slowly but methodically. It circled around the man’s ear, reached his neck, then returned to the top of his head.
Dietrich met Fabio’s gaze. “I want you… to watch.”
Watch. Not watch over—just watch.
The hand tugged on some loose strands, light enough not to hurt, but strong enough to get a low moan out of Lamine. Hand that wasn’t, but should be, Fabio’s.
No. A moment, there.
That cannot be right, because a thought like that would equal jealousy, and that was… unthinkable. If anything, it was the mix of vulgarity and ridiculousness of this whole affair.
However, Fabio was unsure what exactly he felt. It was just… too many things all at once to properly evaluate each one.
This might require further research.
“Then I shall…” Fabio cleared his throat. “Watch.”
There was a dreamy smile dancing on Dietrich’s lips. An unusual sight. A rare delight.
“The red suits you.” Dietrich purred. “It compliments your eyes.”
Red? What red?
Fabio touched his face and found them warm.
“Perfect.” Mars smiled, not giving Fabio a second to reflect on his observation. “Now back to me, Dietrich.”
Mars pushed aside the fold of his robe and exposed his cock right in front of Dietrich’s face.
The man blinked twice at the sight of it.
This… how was this thing even standing on it own? This could have belonged to a monster.
“Too much?” Mars smirked, sensing some hesitation.
“Mm. I’ll never refuse a challenge.”
“I know. That’s one of the reasons I brought you here.” A quiet chuckle escaped the God’s lips. “Do well, and I shall consider the special training.”
Instead of answering, Dietrich moved straight to sucking his thick cock like his life depended on it. He could barely fit half of its length in his mouth, but even so, with every movement he tried to take in just a little more.
Overwhelmed with all the feelings he didn’t yet have a name for, Fabio clenched his fist to the point of bruising them. He wanted to look away, and yet he couldn’t.
Dietrich kept going deeper, and he suddenly hit the back of his throat. Gagging, he backed away.
Seeing the blonde man throwing up bile onto the floor, Mars broke out laughing. “That’s it? Ha! I expected better of you.”
“I-I’m not finished.”
He was back sucking Mars’ cock in an instant. Now, he somehow managed to suppress his gag reflex, though his body was shaken every now and then by convulsions he could barely hold back.
“Good, good…” Mars praised. He squeezed two fingers tightly on the man’s nose. “Keep me entertained for a little while longer.”
Dietrich didn’t stop, but the noises he made turned obscene. Wet slurps. Throaty, somewhat painful-sounding noises. There was saliva all over his chin, dripping to the floor, snot under his nose, the strands of his hair stuck to his cheeks.
Repulsive. Sloppy.
Fabio couldn’t help but let out a sigh filled with wonderment.
“Enough.” Mars let go of his toy, and Dietrich backed away, taking a series of deep, rapid breaths. “I see I managed to get you a little bit excited.”
“A… A little bit.” Dietrich answered, his voice raspy. He sounded a little surprised as he looked down at the slight erection he’d gotten. “Yes.”
“That bodes very well for our special training session.”
Dietrich’s lips quivered. “Now?”
“Now,” Mars tilted his head to the other side. “Unless, of course, you’re too weak for it.”
There was no better bait for the man.
He immediately got up off the floor and, roughly wiping the tears, saliva, and snot from his face, scrambled up onto Mars’s lap, hands on his sculpted pecks. He was visibly shaking with either weariness or anticipation.
Fabio felt lightheaded when he saw the size of Mars’ cock right beneath Dietrich’s perfect bottom. That looked… inhumane. It’ll break him in half. He had to step in and put a stop to it while there was still time.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His breathing, on the other hand, was so heavy, it was almost audible.
Mars grinned, placing his hand around Dietrich’s neck. “Take the deepest breath you can. I will not let go of my hand until you cum, and I won’t plan to do any work. If you fail, you will simply die on my cock. Understood?”
A giddy laugh for an answer. “Yes… Haha, yes!”
“Then let us begin.”
Dietrich’s chest rose as he inhaled, and once he did, Mars’ hand closed around his neck like a tight cage.
With a mixture of fascination and horror, Fabio watched as Dietrich let that monstrous cock inside him.
One could see him fighting the pain just to take in the very tip, but he adapted with incredible speed, his hips moving tirelessly up and down, back and forth.
One breath’s worth of time wasn’t a lot, after all.
“Must be rough,” Mars mused, enjoying the sight of the man riding his cock. “I bet that everyone wants to just throw themselves on their knees before you, but it’s the opposite of what you need.”
There was something abnormal stirring inside Fabio as he watched those two fucking in a bestial manner. His vision narrowed. His breath got faster. His face got ever warmer. His…
Was this… was this arousal? This most… primitive feeling? Surely not.
And yet, the physical manifestation of this very state was right between his legs.
Atrocious. Disgusting.
To be affected by such a basic desire was like an error in the system. An error that made him dizzy with all the heat and pressure in this groin area.
But, it felt like if he were to touch himself, he would have lost all his humanity. So he just gritted his teeth and tried to get himself through it.
“Looks like you aren’t trying hard enough.” There was a certain look of disappointment on the God’s face. It seemed that the man riding him so wildly didn’t make much of an impression on him. “I’m feeling merciful, so I can let you know once next time we meet, I’ll be in my dragon form. But it would be nice if you lived to experience that day.”
Dietrich’s dick responded to those words, and for the first time, he was fully erect. But, the blood had drained from his lips, and his face became even paler, bluer.
But even on the edge of fainting, Dietrich wasn’t slowing down. His eyes rolled back, leaving only the bloodshot whites of his eyes, and he let out a set of unrecognizable noises. When one of them sounded vaguely like “Fabio”—a sheer coincidence as his mind was fully occupied by another man—the dark priest whined, pressing his thighs together.
Dietrich seemed to be losing touch with reality, as his hands wandered from the hand that was relentlessly gripping his neck to stroking his cock, unable to decide which was more urgent. But then, finally, his body violently shook, and the pleasure overtook him.
Mars released his grip, and now, free to breathe, Dietrich gasped the air with a loud cry, while his moans carried around the empty room. He clung to Mars, burying his head in his shoulder, and continued riding his dick to prolong the orgasm.
Something in Fabio broke beyond repair. He lifted his robe, exposed his dick, and started frantically jerking off.
“Ha… haah…”
Took him maybe a couple of seconds before the pathetic amount of watery cum painted his tights. With the last bits of self-control, he bit his lips, preventing himself from letting out any obscure noise. Before his orgasm had even fully subsided, it dawned on him what he had done, and he threw back the robe as if it were enough to hide the crime scene. With his dick still throbbing from the aftermath of his deed, he covered his face in his hands, elbows resting on his knees, and groaned in dread.
He would never stoop so low as to cry, but this was the closest he had ever got close to that. The disgust he felt was nauseating.
Rarely had he felt this much, this intense. And while the embarrassment and humiliation dominated his mind, he failed to—or intentionally ignored—the one feeling that stood out like a sore thumb.
There was a pure pleasure in all of that.
Fabio was lost in a state of deep self-loathing, constantly interrupted by the sounds of Mars using Dietrich’s hole to his heart’s content.
He blocked out the moment when the God finished inside his companion.
He couldn’t remember the few minutes that followed.
In the end, everything went quiet, and Fabio decided to face reality. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
The dark priest cleared his throat and finally looked up.
Mars was nowhere to be found, and Dietrich was standing there, fully clothed, with a dreamy, distant look on his face. It seems he was just patiently waiting for Fabio to come back to the land of the living.
Feigning nonchalance, Fabio stood up and smoothed out his robe.
“Thermae?” Dietrich asked, simply.
Fabio couldn’t find the strength to answer, so he just nodded. For the first time, he was grateful that his companion wasn’t much of a conversationalist.
The two of them started a slow walk, stepping out onto the lively, crowded streets.
One could smell sex on Dietrich. Disheveled hair, dry saliva on his chin, a strong scent lingering on his skin. And it was more than obvious that it was not Fabio that made him this way.
Everyone knew. They passed countless people, and they all knew.
“I think it requires a lot of strength to just… not join,” Dietrich said eventually after a long pause, his voice hoarse. “But I expected this much from you.”
“I…” Fabio took a deep breath. Even a compliment like that couldn’t fix what just happened. “Let’s just forget about today.”
“Hmm. Do you have regrets?”
Yes. No.
Why was this so complicated?
“I need a bath.” Fabio pinched the bridge of his nose. “We can… talk about it later.”
As they were getting closer to the Thermae, Fabio felt a bit of relief. It seemed like he was overreacting and overestimating the introspective skills of those beasts. No one actually noticed anything.
Good.
The only real proof of what happened was the stickiness between Fabio’s tights, and this will be gone in just a—
“I was looking everywhere for you, Sweetie!”
No. Not this one. Not now.
Fabio and Dietrich stopped and looked at Esmeralda approaching them. As she got closer, a small frown crossed her forehead.
She sniffed once. Then, she sniffed again and squinted, looking closer at the two of them.
“Fabio! Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” A devious grin showed on her face, and the laugh she let out was nothing but evil. “Well, maybe Mikaela, but only because she’ll find it extremely hilarious.”
It seems like the true humiliation has just begun.