Chapter Eight: Intermission

-Christmas. It was quiet while he sat overlooking the bordello district. The denizens of the Court of Night Blooming Flowers could claim what they wanted, John knew what they were.

John smirked as the revelers came from the Midwinter Masque, full of Joie and merriment. It was all the rage, he'd heard, though he had no real desire in going. Bawdy, loud and obscene, he found he was happier in the House of Healing surrounded by the silent Priestesses as they healed those who had fallen ill over the last few weeks.

Micah lay sleeping as he reclined in the window and oddly, he found himself wishing he had a cigarette. Nights like that, cold and clear, he would sit outside the barracks while the guys were loud and obnoxious inside and smoke, remembering Sam. Jumper. Trent.

He hated the holidays.-

~~ Two Hundred Years Earlier~~

-The God stood in his temple in the heart of Pearl City. There was chaos in the Multi-Verse. His temple was in shambles following an attack by a well-known Pirate. Livid. Furious. Aggravated. None of these emotions covered just how enraged the deity was. No one. /NO ONE/ dared to defile his temple. And for what? Gaudy trinkets? Had someone seriously sacked his temple for riches?

He waited. Because Gods had a seemingly infinite amount of patience, though his was running out. He waited until he knew that the Pirate was adrift in the vast emptiness that was the sky.

In a flurry of translucent feathers, he took to the sky and landed aboard the deck of the vessel, startling the men aboard. They all knew who the winged man was. No one would dare stand against him.

"Where is he?" He asked, voice dark with malice.

As one, they pointed to the Captain's Quarters. Captain Hook would answer for his crimes. Finally.

Killian Davy Jones *he remained in his quarters, tallying up the lot of booty they'd stolen from the ancient temple. It was to much, it was BEAUTIFUL. he laughed to himself as he stored his ledger safely away and turned to pour himself a drink. To a successful plunder, he thought it was well in order to enjoy the finest he'd procured on their last port heist. He'd always been fond of blush wines...

He had little idea he was to be visited soon, but the sound of wing beats in the air had him pausing. he looked up to the window that looked out over the cloud speckled sky they were alighted in. He knew... now he knew what he was up against. It seemed the god had figured out exactly what happened far too quickly for his liking. Nevertheless, Killian put on a smile and turned to greet his "guest", the light in his eye dark and conniving. he'd smooth-talked himself out of quite a bit in his career as a pirate captain. This would be no different.

When the god entered, however, Killian paused, staring at the half dressed man. He'd heard tales of Cupid, and thought them to be outright foolish, some young sod in nappies carrying a bow. Not this strapping man. He recovered quickly and smiled bowing his head* and to what do i owe the pleasure of having the all empowering cupid in my chambers?

Eros -He crossed his arms over his chest, looking supremely put out. Really. He should be basking in the warm glow of the candles in his temple. He should have the Vestal Virgins giggling in delight as he paid them a visit (no, he never defiled the Virgins, he had morals). Instead, he was aboard the airship of the insufferable Captain Killian "Hook" Jones.

Expression more than a little annoyed, he ignored the exaggerated bow and gestured toward the treasures he could see. That the Pirate had taken them was not the issue. That he had defiled a Temple, was the crux of the matter.- You know very well what I'm doing here, /Captain/. There is the matter of your guilt in the ransacking of /my/ temple. No one defiles my temple.

-Ah, the Captain was sure easy on the eyes. And Cupid had been guilty of enjoying the pleasure of the flesh before. But his anger was outweighing all else, and when he spoke, his words were laced with it- I find myself in need of someone to punish. And as you are the guilty party -he looked the Captain up and down- I do believe you will do just fine. Come. We have much to discuss, you and I.

Killian Davy Jones *he made a face at the cupid before him, his brows furrowing* i don't know where you get your ideals from but there will be no point in this transaction that i will be leaving this ship. this is MY ship and for the time being you are trespassing on MY property. As for your anger to the situation, I give you my answer.

*he leaned in to speak heatedly to the god, his brows knitted together* Your little trinkets are of no use to you sitting in sealed rooms. your wealth can buy them again. we pirates... it is in our blood to pillage for goods that others pilfer and squander without remorse. You won't miss them. You have never missed your goods

*he smirked and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest* your words scare me not. Now begone you tire me, Cupid. I do not wish to talk your silly rhymes of love and merry making. punishments do not frighten me either *he held up his hook with a glare* i have received quite the lot of punishment in my life...

Eros -Ordinarily, words such as Hook's would be enough to make him laugh. Today was not that day. He glared, looking down the scant few inches between them. He was not fearful of the pirate before him any more than, it seemed, the pirate was of him.-

The /trinkets/ were devotionals given me by my worshipers. Yes, they sit in the sealed rooms. Until my Priestesses are in need of supplies. They then take the /trinkets/ and trade them for food and other necessities. We are given those items freely. And in turn, my Priestesses make certain that those surrounding the temple do not go without.

-He circled the pirate quietly for a moment and crossed his arms over his chest- My problem is not that you stole from me, /Pirate/. My problem is that you defiled my Temple. And since you stole from /my/ Temple, I am not trespassing. I am reclaiming what was given to me.

Killian Davy Jones *he listened to him speak rolling his eyes at the fanciful words being thrown about. he cared little for what the god had to say. he was painfully interrupting his time as it were* be that it may, the transaction of earlier is complete and you have come aboard my ship uninvited. Your people won't go hungry for the three chests we took from your person. You have years and years of gifts saved up in your holds for.. *he held his hands out* whatever purposes you may say you use them for.

*he smirked, looking up at him* i for one thought I was being QUITE generous in taking but the few items that I did. any damage done to your temple is, however, not of my involvement or responsibility. It comes with the job. You, of all people who wreck others' hearts with that petty thing called love, should know all about collateral....

Eros -His eyes narrowed and he leaned in, invading the Pirate's personal space. Arms crossed, his voice dropped to a soft growl- Petty. /Petty/?! You think love, the single strongest emotion; the emotion that has led men to battle and victory for time immemorial, is /petty/?

-He laughed at that, a golden, light sound.- You poor, poor man. You have been deluded for far too long. I think it's high time you learn what it means to become part of something more than yourself.

-And rather than explaining himself, or giving the pirate time to react, he stepped back out of arm's length and pulled out his golden bow. He plucked an arrow from the air and took aim- You have been conscripted, Pretty Warrior. Welcome to the fold. You will work for me. And I shall show you what it means to love.

-He loosed the arrow, smirking. Even if the Pirate were to dodge, it was no ordinary arrow. Magic. Divine magic. And when a deity wanted to conscript, it wasn't as though the victim would have a choice-

Killian Davy Jones *it all happened in a matter of seconds. his eyes widened as he saw the golden arrow fly. He tried to dodge, but the trek of the arrow was too swift, too.. accurate. he felt the sharp arrowhead pierce his chest, his heart and he fell, his gasp shocked, eyes wide. He looked down, staring at the arrow in his chest, as it just... miraculously melded into ohs body. He pulled his shirt open feeling for the wound... but there was nothing. he looked up at Cupid, his heart stopping in his chest* what did... what did you do to me...

*he groaned quietly, feeling his body, his very spirit giving over to the wishes of the god before him. He went lax, his head bowing as he stared at the floor. It wasn't as if he had much of a choice now was it...*

what have you done to me... what is it i am supposed to do now?! *he snapped, looking up at the god... but the deep hazel eyes, the fine features, sculpted body before him kept his breath bated and he shook himself. No he wouldn't give in... he wouldn't become some god's.. /concubine/ if that's what he wanted* tell me your bidding and I'll do it. I was not meant to love. you know this. your... your trickery cost me to love and lose in the past... you know it well enough... so just tell me what paltry trick it is you want me to do and be on your way...


Eros The loss of your love was not of my doing, and you know that, Pretty Warrior. -He stepped close, catching the pirate's chin so he could best look into the man's eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. He'd never seen their equal. But they were not for him. He could give someone the ability to love, but not receive it on his own-

I don't want to make you my concubine, Pretty Warrior. As beautiful as you are, as much as I'd like to make you bend to my ways, you are not for me.

-He shrugged a bare shoulder, looking around before settling back on those sky-blue eyes. He flashed the pirate with a thousand-candle smile and leaned back in- You will be the Guardian of the Rift. You want treasures? You want riches? You will see things /no one/ else has ever seen. You will do the thing no one else can do. You will watch the rift. Keep this world safe. And you will see what else lies out there.

-He knew what the pirate would see, and whom. The duty would be exacting and cruel. And had he a heart to love, would have given the duty to someone else. But the deity was who he was-

Killian Davy Jones *he gasped, staring into the deity's eyes with shock. He couldn't speak, couldn't bring himself to utter the words he wanted to curse, spit in his face, scream to the heavens. He couldn't speak, so entranced now. Guardian of the rift? what in god's name was that*

Speak English, you cherub *he growled, pulling back from him. However, the minute he righted himself, it was as if a flood of images bombarded his mind and he nearly stumbled back, gasping loudly. what was it he was seeing? he didn't understand! He saw people... hundreds upon thousands.. no.. billions of people, flooding his mind and in all stretches of appearance, wear, nationality, creed. he couldn't' understand it.* what is this.. *he stared at the images, unable to wrap his mind around the thoughts..

After a moment he looked up at Cupid and blinked, feeling more than sick* What am I supposed to do.. what is out there

Eros -He let his new Guardian loose from his grip and crossed his arms. His wings fluttered a little, before settling against his back.- That? That, my dear boy is the rift. Now that you are Guardian, you will become aware of the Multi-verse that exists outside our own sphere of existence.

-He walked over and settles himself on a stool, careful to keep his wings from catching on the wall behind him and smiled at the Pirate. It wasn't quite a happy smile, but he managed- I am not content with this particular change, but I had been on the hunt for a new Guardian. Your predecessor fell in love with one on the other side. So be forewarned, it can happen.

-He crossed his arms and regarded the pirate quietly- You will be ideal for the position.

Killian Davy Jones w-what.. what??? how will i be Ideal for this position? *he asked, struggling to his feet. he stared the deity down, the pain in his chest lessening. He managed to partially block out the images he was seeing flooding to him, enough at least to focus on the other man before him*

I highly doubt that I would fall in love with another person from the other side as you call it *he spat, crossing his own arms* and how pray tell am I supposed to protect this... position? What am I to DO? *he asked.

Not really out of curiosity, as more so looking for a loophole, or a reason, that he wouldn't be suitable for this job*

Eros You truly are stunning when you are angry, did you know that? -He smiled, enjoying himself. Seeing the Pirate angry and flustered was quickly becoming the highlight of Cupid's evening. His wings twitched a little and he reached back absently to scratch an itch along the muscle.-

You will use your lovely airship here to patrol the area surrounding the rift. Make certain that nothing comes through. If something /does/ you make it go away. Now and again, you will be called to cross through the rift, to help with Other-Verse concerns. It is what you will do.

-He rolled his shoulder and rubbed his chin thoughtfully- the riches you happen across will far outweigh anything you might have found in my Temple. And speaking of temple... -He smiled- I will have /you/ to come and clean up your mess. I wish to watch you perform hard labor.

Killian Davy Jones *he stared at the cupid, letting his words soak in. So he was a servant of Oceana now... that was fantastic... he sighed, rubbing his eye quietly. There really was no way out of this was there... He dropped his hands to his side and looked out the window to his freedom passing him right by in the clouds. After a long moment, he looked back at Cupid, narrowing his eyes* you just wish to watch me work without my shirt on do you *he murmured, not really surprised by that at all.

but nevertheless, he was an honorable man even if his piracy spoke otherwise. bowing quietly, he looked up at the deity before him and nodded* fine. I will accompany you back to your temple and perform these duties... as for being the guardian... how long am I to be in servitude of this position?

Eros -He chuckled softly, not bothering to counter the pirate's words. Having been caught out, he watched the man quietly- I am the God of Love. I admire beauty in all its forms. And while I can't love, I can still ogle you while you clean my Temple. And this is something I have great desire to do. And really, can you blame me? I look at Vestal Virgins all day.

-He made a face and waved a hand dismissively- They're lovely. But I can't touch them. I suppose I can't touch you either, but that isn't going to stop me from looking. As for your new... assignment?

-He looked thoughtful and stood, moving closer to his newest acquisition- You will patrol the rift, and the areas around the rift until I tell you otherwise. You will do fine, Pretty Warrior, of that I have no doubt.

Killian Davy Jones *he sighed heavily and nodded* fine. I can honor that. One request. *he said as he made call for the helmsman to return them to the Cupid's temple* I keep my crew as my assistants. I do not want a crew selected for me. *he said, giving Cupid a hard look* are we in accord?

*as he felt the ship turning to make its way back to the temple, he removed his vest and began unbuttoning his shirt* let the work begin I suppose...

~*~

*it was an hour into his task of cleaning the temple, and he leaned back on his heels, wiping his brow. It appeared he and his crew had done quite a number on the place and he hadn't even noticed. It must have been out of sheer habit now... He looked up at Cupid and gave him a raised brow* your temple is almost clean. anything else you desire? *he asked, sounding rather put out and sarcastic. Here he was, a grand pirate captain, scrubbing marble floors shirtless and becoming increasingly filthy in the process. humiliating*

Eros -He allowed the pirate to keep his crew, seeing no reason to change that particular arrangement. And really, once Jones discovered what a kind and giving taskmaster Cupid was, he would be /much/ more accommodating.

He sat on the large, raised dais and oversaw the cleaning of his Temple. He'd sent the Virgins to their quarters and draped a leg magnanimously over the arm of his chair. He sipped wine and enjoyed the show.

With every drip of sweat, and every wiped brow, he found himself more entranced by the human. Even with the missing appendage, the man was poetry in motion. He smiled at the near-offer and beckoned the filthy pirate with a crook of his finger- Come closer, Pretty Warrior. I'm /sure/ there's something more you can do for me.

-Should he tell the pirate of the baths in the back? They were used for healing, he knew, but sometimes a good /healing/ bath was good for the soul-


Killian Davy Jones *he watched the cupid quietly before slowly making his way over to the dais. he watched the god carefully, not shamed by his own near nudity as he stood before him. He was hot, sweaty, dirty and covered in clay from the dust of the mortar mixing with his sweat. However, despite his unruly appearance, he kept a strong jaw and stared at the god, his hand and hook at his side*

well then *he said extending an arm to the side* I am here. *he looked at him, dropping his arm quietly* what is it you wish me to do now that I am at your beckon call *he added, his voice dropping low. deep down he wondered what the god wanted of him now, but his curiosity was truly getting the better of him now...*

Eros -The smile deepened. It was the smile of a cat who had caught the mouse and wanted to play. He liked this one. Would be sad to see him go.- 'Tis a shame you're not a deity, my good man. The things I could do with you. To you. But be that as it may, I would like to point out that I have healing baths in the back of my Temple.

-He looked supremely bored, plucking an imaginary feather from his chest, and carefully not looking at the Pirate- Perhaps you should clean up before I send you back aboard your vessel?

-It was a bold move on his part. And bolder yet if the Pirate declined. No one declined a deity's offer. But that Cupid had offered was even more unheard of. In all his years, he'd never given thought to offering himself to anyone.-

Killian Davy Jones *he heard the offer and his mind went to the need for cleanliness. he nodded, putting his other words to the side and offering the deity a small bow* indeed I would take up the offer. It is very kind of you.

*bowing his head again he stepped down from the dais and returned his attention to his location. he'd all but cleaned up the entire temple now, left with securing his tools and returning them to his ship. But first.. the bath.

he wouldn't want to return to the ship looking the state he was in now. How would his crew react to that? When he'd secured his belongings he turned his attention back to cupid and nodded* i am ready when you desire to take me *he said. oh if only he knew the implication of THOSE words...*

Eros -The smile was pure wickedness as Cupid stood from his seat. He stepped down and held out a hand for the pirate.- Oh I desire it, Pretty Warrior, have no doubt of that.

-He chuckled at his own humor and escorted the filthy man back to the baths- Please, disrobe. As my virgins are away, I will get your towel and a robe, myself. -He winked- Not often a man can say he was waited upon by a God.

-Cupid wandered off, leaving the pirate to remove his filthy clothing alone.

He returned with a handful of towels and robes. And without a word, stepped into the warm, healing waters. As he sank lower, his own clothing vanished. He was careful to keep his wings above the water level, but sighed softly, closing his eyes- Clean yourself. I'll tend to your back when you're done.

Killian Davy Jones *as he disrobed and stepped into the bath, he turned to see Cupid again and nodded. he should have been surprised by the gesture, but as it was, Killian was more concerned with cleaning himself than being bothered by the god in the bath. He nodded and let out a soft sigh, slipping into the bath. He slipped under the water gently, fully immersing himself before standing to let the water run off of him. The dirt, sweat and clay washed off of his figure in rivulets and he sighed, taking a clothe to wipe his body down.

Turning his back to the cupid he washed himself gently, dabbing cleansing oils against his skin to remove the rest of the grime from his body and aid in his cleaning. The oils smelled wonderful, soothing with mint and tarragon and he smiled, looking back at the god* you certainly do not spare any expense in your cleansing rituals do you *he murmured.

slipping into the water again, he stood, scrubbing his right hand through his hair to dislodge any dust or debris from his scalp with a contented sigh*

Eros -He stood and smiled, wading through the waist-deep water until he stood behind the pirate and began rinsing the clay and dirt from his back- These waters were healing before ever the Priestesses added their magic to it.

-He began massaging the scented oils into Killian's hair and smiled. The night had just begun-

‎Eros stood and smiled, wading through the waist-deep water until he stood behind the pirate and began rinsing the clay and dirt from his back- These waters were healing before ever the Priestesses added their magic to it.

He began massaging the scented oils into Killian's hair and smiled. The already sable locks were black in the low light of the candles and lamps and he dipped his hands into the water to rinse the oils and suds from the pirate's hair.-

You have very silky hair, I like that. -It was the nicest thing he'd said to anyone since Psyche. Odd. With a smile, he rubbed bodily against the pirate and continued to rinse the oils and dirt from his form-

Killian Davy Jones *he felt the god approach him from behind and he froze, his eyes going wide. he glanced back over his shoulder at him, allowing the god to rinse the oils from his hair* Thank you.. *it was all he could muster to the compliment bestowed on him so easily. He looked back at Cupid, frowning as he felt the god's hands begin to roam across his body, touching him in... such sensuous ways.*

I thought it was that you could not touch another... *he said quietly. it was strange, he should be appalled and disturbed by this... but as it was, he had been struck by Cupid's arrow... perhaps the arrow only bring out feelings that are dormant. He would no sooner assume that he had been tricked into allowing the god to touch him, than he would know that he had harbored feelings for men for quite awhile. But as it stood he was the captain hook. such behavior would be scorned... but that did not make the temptation any easier to refuse...*

Eros I can't love. I can touch, and I can be touched, but I can't love. And don't worry -He leaned in, lips brushing against the pirate's ear seductively- My arrow will not cause you to fall in love with me. Again. I am a god. You might want to devote yourself to me, but you won't love me.

-it was a sad thing to admit, but he saw no reason to lie to the man. His arm wrapped loosely around Killian's waist, hand splayed against his stomach. Slowly, painstakingly, he traced his fingertips up the pirate's chest- You cut quite the figure, my dear Captain. I find I'm enjoying this.

Killian Davy Jones *his eyes fluttered shut and he groaned gently, leaning back against the smooth chest behind him. He allowed the fingers to trace his stomach and chest gently* you cannot love but you tease quite amazingly *he chuckled, his eyes slowly opening to stare at the ceiling of the bath above them. when had he leaned his head back against his shoulder?

he looked up at the slightly taller man behind him, his mind screaming at him to pull away and end this now. This wasn't right, he told himself. but on the same token... he just couldn't bring himself to pull away. to stop this.

he smiled, pressing himself back against the god behind him, his good hand trailing down to cup at his thigh, gripping the firm muscle* you certainly live up to your namesake.

Eros You doubted me? -he chuckled softly, turning to trace his nose along the pirate's sideburns, breathing in his unique scent. If he was a lesser god, he would make this man his concubine. But alas, the pirate was not meant to be his. Nor was he meant to be held in such a way. The god had seen the other, knew that in a way, he would see himself with the pirate-

I tease like you wouldn't believe. I am the god of sensual love. You should know that. I mean, it is hard to miss all the cues around my Temple. -He grinned impishly and leaned in to trace his tongue along the pirate's earlobe. He could taste the remnants of the oils and hummed appreciatively-

You seem to like what I'm doing here.

Killian Davy Jones *he made a soft sound at the touches, his body beginning to go lax. He fully pressed himself against the god's front, his arm trailing up to wrap around his waist and pull him flush. he canted his head to the side and allowed the god to do as he pleased to his throat, his eyes remaining shut now*

You give me good reason to believe you now, however yes I had doubted for a bit... *he bit his lower lip, poorly hiding a groan as it left his throat* i was sorely mistaken... *he pulled in a sharp breath when he felt Cupid's hand trail down to his hip and just above his pubic area. It had been far too long since any body had been to venture that close... let alone a male at all. His eyes opened and he stared at the far wall, his interest, devilish as it was, piqued considerably*

you are finely versed in the art of seduction. I must admit i have never been in such a situation with a man before.. but you make me crave it in no way i have ever felt with any woman...

Eros I know, my pet. -The nuzzling turned into gentle nipping. He was enjoying himself for the first time in a very long time.- I had seen you out and about with your crew, wreaking havoc on the landscape. You've made quite the name for yourself.

-He continued his assault on the pirate's senses, stroking and soothing damp flesh. He stayed away from the pirate's erection, smiling as he realized that the pirate had been fighting it- You've never known a man, have you? I find that endearing and delicious.

And if you like, I will ruin you for women. -He chuckled, catching the pirate's chin so he could kiss him. Yes, if he had anything to say, he would-

Killian Davy Jones *he felt those strong fingers grip his chin and he turned willingly, allowing the god to plunder his mouth so eagerly. He didn't fight it anymore as a deep, throaty moan left him, echoing in the bath as he allowed the god to kiss him so thoroughly*

Yes i would much prefer if you did *he said quickly, unable to hide his delight. those fingers grazed over his erection just the barest amount and he bucked, gasping loudly into his kiss* so i have made a name for myself.. *he paused, looking up at the god and offering him a classic smirk, shaking his head* how much of that name do you want as a memory? i hear a mantra repeated over.. and over again is the best way to remember something

*he was walking a dangerous line now, tempting the god of love to debauch him? what in gods names was he thinking? however those thoughts never crossed his mind as he opened himself to the go thoroughly*

Eros -Debauch him he would. He smiled wickedly and pulled the pirate flush against him, deepening the kiss- You think I have not considered debauching and claiming the infamous and dreaded Captain Jones as mine own? You are quite the prize, my pet.

But you are not meant for me. -He licked the pirate's lips and groaned softly, enjoying the unique taste of the man in his arms. He would have but one night, and then he would let him leave- Allow me one night to debauch and enjoy you and I shall let you alone to do your duty.

In the meantime, however.. -He smirked and dropped to his knees in the water, liking that the water was just deep enough to allow him to nuzzle against the dewy skin- You taste like ambrosia, my pet.

Killian Davy Jones *he gasped in surprise at the sudden motion of the god. he looked down at him as he dropped to his knees in the water. but the nuzzling had him spiraling out of control and he had to grasp onto the side of the bath to keep standing*

I did not consider myself a pet nor prize of carnal favors *he murmured, standing stock still. he had little idea of what he was doing in this situation and simply allowed cupid to do as he pleased. He would allow it, for if he were to enjoy the pleasures of male flesh from this day forward, he wanted to know exactly what it was expected of him in the bedchambers of any man he met.

biting his lower lip he looked down at cupid and smiled, allowing the man to nuzzle between his legs as he so chose* you do these wicked things as if they were merely play... you have quite the skill. i am humbled by yo-! *he choked off at a particular nip or kiss that had him seeing stars and he bit his lip hard to keep from whining* humbled by your skill!

Eros -He laughed again, darkening the mark at Killian's hip. His mark.- I'm the God of Love. Of course I know how to please a lover. -He hovered over the pirate's erection and held his gaze as Cupid licked his lips and ran his tongue over the tip- Believe me, by the time I am done with you, you will know more than any other being alive.

-He sat back, licking his lips- you are delicious, my pet. And you are, while you are here. Hmmm... -he chuckled and leaned in, tracing fingers up the firm flesh- I have not had this much fun with another for a very long time. I find I like the way you feel.

-Standing slowly, he flattened his palms along Killian's hips, pushing him back against the rim of the tub. He slid bodily along Killian and leaned in to kiss him again, rubbing their cocks together wetly. He groaned softly and licked at Killian's lips.- you are divine.

Killian Davy Jones *he didn't really fathom what was going on until he found himself pressed against the wall of the bath. He gasped a short, choked off noise in his throat as he felt that cock glide against his own. Frottage. with a god. he thought he could faint. his fingers ran up the god's back, gripping at his shoulder blade, taking a sliver of charge and pulling the cupid into a deeper kiss.

Unable to really move much (his heels were dug into the floor of the bath so he would not slip out from under Cupid's hold) he allowed the other man to do as he pleased with him, becoming his willing student and subject of affection. As he felt cupid rut and grind against him, so slow yet firm, he let his head fall back, exposing the planes of his throat to the god as he stared at the ceiling*

Making me a willing student.. what if i learn more than the god of love in the art of fine sexuality *he teased, hand moving from shoulder blade to ass, pulling him in to grind harder against the other's slicked, warm cock*

Eros Learn more? -he laughed throatily, leaning to nibble on the pirate's throat. He hummed again, rutting against Killian. His own eyes had drifted shut and he found himself enjoying that the pirate was starting to grasp what was happening; and participate.- I think I'd like that. Let you teach /me/ something.

-His hands were roaming the pirate's body, memorizing every scar and dip. Beautiful. He could cherish a body like this all the time. He maneuvered so he could push those strong thighs further apart. He held on to the pirate and guided him back toward a raised lip, and settled Killian against it- Here... sit. Won't have you wearing yourself out before ever I get to taste you.

Tell me, pet.. -He smiled, admiring the fact that he'd marked the pirate's neck with love bites. He traced a finger along the collarbone and then down his sternum, teasing along the patch of hair- You have known pleasures of the flesh with the fairer sex. Have any pleased you the way I am? And would any have done this...?

-He stepped in, pressing himself flush against Killian's form, reaching between them so that he could push those thighs further apart and reach for the small muscle so many overlooked-

Killian Davy Jones *he stared up at the cupid, his eyes narrowing until he felt that prodding, prying finger touch where no one had ever touched before. He gasped, biting his lip and turning his face away from the god. Surely he knew what he was doing, but... but how embarrassing! that that spot would be so sensitive! He bit his lip until it almost bled, but the more he told himself to stop the god from doing this to him, the more he melted into the treatment and accepted it with open arms*

No... none had ever done such a thing to me *he said quietly, still unable to look at the blond dream in front of him. However, despite his inability to look at Cupid, his body had other plans as he began to grind and undulate against him, seeking out more friction, and pleasurable touches. As much as he felt wrong, it was just so right, and he keened quietly, seeking out more*

Eros -He adored just how responsive the pirate was. Groaning softly, he planted a suggestion. Instead of his mostly nude, golden good looks, a darker version of himself floated before the pirate's eyes. The pirate would know the man when he saw him. Know him and fall.

He prodded with that finger, slick with the oiled water and the fact that he was a god and could do what he pleased. He pushed his finger gently against that muscle and worked up to his second knuckle- Good. Then you will know what it is to feel true pleasure.

-He leaned in, catching the pirate in a searing kiss as he worked his finger rhythmically into the man in his arms, loosening the muscle for what was to come.-

Killian Davy Jones *as he sat upon the ledge, his body responding in ways he never imagined, he saw the face of a figure float before him... it LOOKED like Cupid, but it definitely couldn't have been him. He looked too human.

However his curiosity was shunted when he felt that finger prod deeper into his body. He grunted in pained pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to remain relaxed at the influx of sensations. He bit his lower lip, fingers digging into Cupid's left shoulder as he gripped him tightly. The kiss, however, stole his breath away and he groaned, nipping at the Cupid's lips as he kissed him back in fevered, hurried motions.

However, the whole time, he didn't see the blond beauty in front of him, doing this to him. It was that face, the darker, rougher face. Bulkier body build and scars. It was THOSE fingers that worked him open, thrusting and stretching his virgin entrance, preparing him. And although he knew it was just an illusion, he felt himself fall just a little bit in love with the mystery man that cupid was projecting to him, showing him... but for what reason he couldn't imagine. He was still too wrapped up in the pleasure coursing through his lower body from the god's ministrations.

Eros So beautiful you are. -He licked into the pirate's mouth, groaning throatily. It wouldn't take long now. He added the second finger, prodding and stretching before he could add the third. How long had it been since he'd desired to take a man? He couldn't remember.

In that voice that was a little gruffer than his own, a little darker, he leaned in and nipped Killian's earlobe, whispering- Going to ruin you for everyone out there.

-He couldn't help the shameless rutting against the dark pirate, though he'd gone through his many eons with just a few forays into the carnal, he found he couldn't get enough of this initial tease. He couldn't imagine anything more perfect than hearing the pleasured cries of the pirate echoing through his Temple.

He knew what that face would do now that he'd revealed it. It would haunt the pirate's every fantasy. It was beautiful, indeed. He would be achieving two goals without ever alerting the gorgeous creature writhing in his arms- Lose yourself to it. -and for a moment, he sounded not like the Golden God, but the dark man- Wanna hear ya.

Killian Davy Jones *Killian was lost, giving up the fight. he went lax in the man's arms, the filthiest sounds uttering from his lips as he bucked in his grip. Initially pained, now his body swallowed up those pleasurable feelings, those fingers pushing deep into his body. he had no idea what other sexual encounters were so capable of pulling out of him. He was so lost to the touches, he lost track of time, space, and location. he was somewhere else now, and the sensations were absolutely beautiful.

when he looked up, there was no god there. Only a tall dark haired man that captivated him with a strong body and rich hazel eyes, full lips and a jaw of stubble that he just wanted to touch. This man was definitely unlike anyone he'd ever seen before, and that emotion he'd scorned before hit him like the arrow to his heart.

he lunged forward, pulling the dark wonder into a deep, biting kiss, wrapping his arms around his neck as he pushed back against those fingers. Whatever had happened happened and Killian found himself deeply and madly falling for the figure that was doing these sinful things to him. To think, /the/ Captain Hook falling for one person... and a male no less!*

Eros -So incredibly arousing, watching the pirate captain give himself over so completely. and he knew exactly what Killian was seeing. He smiled and met that kiss with equal fervor, panting hard. Arousal like this would ignite the world and create new realities.

He groaned and removed his fingers, using the oil to slick up his erection. He watched for a heartbeat while the beautiful creature in his arms writhed at the loss of his fingers. The sounds he emitted were like music to Cupid's ears.

With a soft groan of his own, he teased the now loosened muscle with the tip of his cock and pushed against the resistance. He gripped the pirate tightly, fingers leaving little bruises as he began to push into the untouched tightness.- So.. unngghh.. tight.

-Cupid was feeling things he shouldn't be feeling. This man was not meant for him. Not at all. But as he felt his hips rest against the warm, damp skin of the pirate's ass, he hissed softly. He wanted to claim the man. Make him Consort to the God. Selfish. Pure selfishness.-

Killian Davy Jones *inch by inch, he felt the figure's cock penetrate him pushing him further over the edge of insanity, and deeper into the trap that was this dangerous and all consuming love. When the man had finally bottomed out inside of him, Killian's' mouth fell open and a soft, low keen left him. God he was so stretched, so full of him. He couldn't take it... and yet he wanted more, so much more!

he looked up at the dark figure, feeling him pull him closer to his front. And he went willingly. His arms tightened around his back, holding on as if it were his last lifeline. Words escaped him. utterly speechless and he whimpered, biting at the other's throat where he could reach* don't stop.. *he finally managed to murmured, his voice deep and shaking with that pent up lust.

The slightest movement inside him however had the pirate crying out as the deep and very, very hot friction pulled a curse from his lips. He clinged to his back, his fingers sinking into the base of Cupid's wing, crescent shaped rivets biting into the god's back, and he growled out a heady curse* For the love of god don't STOP!

Eros Don't stop? Wouldn't dream of it -He smirked and pulled back so he could start thrusting. A soft sound escaped him and he held the man tighter to him.- So good. You have no idea. -He gasped and grunted softly, fingers digging into the pirate's hips.

He pulled him flush against him, chest to chest and leaned in to kiss him searingly, groaning his pleasure into Killian's mouth. The god knew exactly how to take the pirate, to undo him so completely, but he held off for the moment, wanting to enjoy the sounds more thoroughly.-

Sing for me, Pretty Warrior. -He arched, head falling back. His eyes fluttered shut and he snapped his hips, wanting to find that sweet bundle of nerves that would make the pirate scream in pleasure. And why did he have the sudden urge to feel that pleasure as well? He growled softly- Mine. You are mine now.

Killian Davy Jones *if he thought the simple resting of his cock in his body was pleasurable enough, when the figure began to move, thrusting into him in warm and firm thrusts, he thought he'd lose his mind. He wasn't sure how much of the moisture on his face was water from the bath, or sweat, but he definitely was soaking up this bliss like water. he panted loudly, gulping in great amounts of air to keep himself somewhat sane as he clinged to his figure.

The kiss offered him some relief from the absolute onslaught of sensations, and he eagerly responded, biting and nipping in return to his motions. As it was, however, Killian could feel the pressure, the sensations Cupid was giving him building, quickening in pace and he cried out, sounding nothing like the gruff, noble captain that he was. He almost felt embarrassed, had it not be so absolutely wonderful. *

I.. cant.. oh god, more.. *he knew he was begging now, and almost took back his words. But when a particular thrust brushed against something inside him that sent fireworks in his vision, he all but screamed, his body seizing up as fireworks went off behind his eyes* oh GOD!!!! FUCK!! *he shouted, his voice echoing in the bath like a bell*

Eros -He would have laughed, had he not been balls-deep within the man in his arms. He moved easily and rhythmically, alternately snapping his hips and rutting against the man. It was heaven for him. This is what he'd been missing all those years

And when the pirate keened so beautifully? Cupid very nearly came at the sight and sound. Music. Poetry. He gripped the pirate's thighs and wrapped them around his waist, leaning in to kiss the man senseless. In that gruffer than normal voice, he growled-

Sing for me, Pretty Warrior. So beautiful. Perfect. You're mine, you know. Always have been. And when we find each other again, you'll know it.

-He wouldn't let on which form he was talking about, but the pirate would know when he saw the man again. He would know that face even in his darkest dreams. This face would be enough to launch the man into war.

Or an extended period of naked debauchery. The latter was far more appealing for the God of Love. And to demonstrate, he reached between them and stroked the pirate's turgid erection, enjoying every reaction given to him-

Killian Davy Jones *it was becoming too much for him and he cried out, his head falling back, exposing his throat to the cupid as his mind went into full overdrive. He couldn't keep up with the sensations rocking his body, his breath now hitching in his throat with every thrust that rattled him to his very bones.

Cupid had been right. He'd never known pleasure this intense or beautiful in his life. His sexual exploits had become stale and boring, women were all the same to him now. He would joke to himself that he didn't know which one was faking it better: the women, or himself.

But there was no denying this pleasure. No doubt at all. This was pure bliss, raw and unhindered. His legs tightened around Cupid's waist and he very nearly choked when he felt that firm hand grip his own cock and begin to stroke the swollen organ in time to the thrusts taking him. And when he looked up, there was that dark figure again, however, his vision was clouding now as his orgasm, a raw, true orgasm building in the pit of his stomach.

But he couldn't deny the eyes that stared at him, consuming him in such a way that he could very well come just from that alone. However, a particularly hard stroke and twist of his wrist around his cock and the other's member striking that bundle of heaven inside him had him thinking otherwise and he clinged to him with fierceness.* Oh god.. i wont hold out *he gasped, burying his face in the others shoulder, fighting his release with all his might.. he just wanted a few more minutes of this bliss... not end so soon like a virgin!*

Eros -He growled soft and low, leaning in to nip and suckle at the bared flesh. He was growing ever closer to that precipice and it wouldn't take long.- Let go, Pretty Warrior. Give yourself to me.

-He twisted his wrist as he stroked the hardened flesh, tracing his thumb gently along the slit. And when it couldn't get any better, he shifted just slightly and made sure he was pressing down on that sweet spot, making sure that every thrust passed over the tiny bundle of nerves. He wanted to see the pirate come undone before he released.

He tightened his hold on the man in his arms, pulling his head back to regard him darkly. So beautiful and utterly debauched. He knew what the pirate was seeing, which in a way was a shame. Eros found that for the first time, he wanted the human to see /him/ and not the image of his one true love. But such was his lot in life-

Killian Davy Jones *he cried out, almost a whine in the back of his throat. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, knew he was blushing and utterly bright eyed. when he looked up, his vague view caught the hint of blond and he flinched, his eyes widened. Whatever this figure was doing to him, Killian knew he was absolutely lost and there was no way he could find his way out of this. not that he wanted to.

When he looked up at the figure, the image faded out a bit, and he found himself clinging tightly to Eros, panting into the god's ear* You're completely undoing me, Eros... *he hissed into his ear, fingers digging into the god's shoulder tightly where he gripped.*

Eros -He laughed throatily, loving that the pirate was partially seeing through his ruse. He leaned close and nipped an earlobe, enjoying himself- What can I say, pet? I like seeing you a writhing mass in my arms.

-He growled low and snapped his hips hard. Gasping out Killian's name, he held on tight- I... -he gasped again- I am close. Please, Pretty Warrior, let go. I want to watch you.

-He couldn't express just how much he needed to see his pirate come undone-

Killian Davy Jones *oh there wasn't going to be much that pushed him over the edge now. He bit his lower lip, feeling his teeth cut into it and bruise it indefinitely, red and swollen. He pulled Cupid back into a kiss and twisted his hips a bit, screwing himself back down against the body thrusting up into him.

his orgasm actually came suddenly, surprising him. he'd expected his body to hold out a few more moments, but the sudden jerk of Cupid's hips, snapping into him, and his body seized. his mouth dropped in a silent scream, throbbing building in his stomach until it began to overwhelm him, and he twitched in his arms, toe-curling pleasure wracking him like beating waves before his voice broke the barrier it was behind and he screamed.

eye crossing waves continued to wash over him as his body tried to cope with the raw orgasm he was feeling, his scream finally tapering off into a pathetic whimper as he went limp against Cupid's front. he could feel his release sticky between them, slicking their stomachs and he groaned, completely boneless in the other man's arms*

Eros -Feeling that tight body clenching even more vise-like on his cock had Cupid bucking, back bowing, as he fought to hold onto his sanity for a few more heartbeats.

That scream, he would cherish the memory for the rest of his days. It was pure carnal pleasure. Something he had never, in all his days, heard before. Beautiful.

So focused was he on that that he almost missed the signals of his own impending orgasm. His hips stuttered and he let his head fall back, crying out softly as he finally gave over to the rush of endorphins.

As he slowly came back to himself, he realized he was holding Killian tightly still and he was panting hard. He'd never exerted himself in that way before. He blinked and smiled softly, tracing his fingers through the cooling mess along Killian's chest. He brought those fingers to his lips and hummed appreciatively as he licked them clean-

You, pet, are as delicious as you are beautiful. I find I do not want to let you go now. But alas, I will have to. Soon.

-Once they'd had their fun, Cupid resumed his seat on the raised dais. He looked down at the much cleaner (though thoroughly debauched) pirate and smiled fondly-

You'll go and you'll be the Guardian. You'll do what needs to be done, and you'll keep our lands safe. Oceana can't be taken over by the darkness that's out there. Is that clear?

-He didn't wait for an answer, but continued smiling- There are things you'll be seeing through that rift. Things that won't make sense to you. The other realms are very different from our own. It seems this is the only one that developed as it did.

You mustn't interfere with them. But if one should come through, watch them. Guard them. Don't let them destroy our world.

-Because, he was a god and he knew what was going to happen. And no one ever said Cupid was a cruel god. Mischievous. Wicked. Debauched. But never cruel.-

Killian Davy Jones *he listened to the god speak, his mind still fuzzy around the edges from their previous debauchery. He took in the words carefully, calculating them before choosing his own to utter. when he finally spoke, he looked up at the god* very well then.. I will do this, merely for the sake of you asking.

*he stepped forward and gave the god a look, bowing his head* but please... inform me. WHAT exactly will i see? so that I know what to expect... what to destroy and what to save... *he looked up from his bowed stature* if i am to complete this task... I do not want to forsake the innocent by my misjudgment from the start...

Eros -He leaned close, catching the pirate's cheek with the side of a finger. Caressing gently, he closed his eyes and willed some of the images into Killian's brain. He made sure the process was as slow and painless as possible, but he knew that the pirate would be distressed by the sudden onslaught of images and ideas.

There were technologies not available in their realm, people in various states of evolution. And he made sure to push the image of a specific face from a specific realm across the forefront of all of that.-

Remember this face. Remember. I cannot tell you anything about him, I cannot tell you why he is important. Just know that he is. And above all else, you must keep him safe.

-He settled back in his seat, feeling the first hint of a headache. Using his abilities was taxing on him, and while he didn't mind shooting people with arrows and making them love one another, forcing someone to see things they weren't normally meant to see was more stressful.-

Killian Davy Jones *he felt the touch, the graze of his power and the presence of images flooding his mind. He stuttered quietly, catching his breath as he saw the face of the man he was tasked with protecting. He was fair faced, strong jawed and sported chocolate brown eyes and equally dark hair. He fixated on the face until it faded out of his thoughts.

his eyes fluttered open and he stare at cupid, seeing the god pinch the bridge of his nose as if warding off a headache*other dimensions have other technologies... that is going to take quite a bit of getting used to *he grumbled looking down at the marble floor.

as if he had a choice in the matter, though. this was his task now. And he was a noble pirate. he would complete it.* alright then *he murmured, bowing his head to Cupid before standing upright* I will do my best cupid. You have my word...

Eros -He blinked and nodded, smiling. He knew that he'd chosen right. This pirate would bring a welcome change. And because he'd seen it come to pass when the Seer had shown him her bowl, he knew that the Pirate would find that which he sought. He wouldn't even be aware of it.- Good. I know you will make me proud, pet.

-He stood and shook out his wings- Now go. Go and make me proud. In doing so, you will be securing your own future and that of Oceana.

Killian Davy Jones *he nodded, bowing one last time to the god and turning away. As he made his way slow and steady towards his ship, he knew he was walking away from so many changes in his life.. his immortal life now. he knew... knew that the cupid meant to keep him under his care and employment for years to come, there was no changing that.

and whoever would have thought that the Killian Jones... would now play for the good team?*