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(this is an audio fic and intended to be listened to! here is the link: NSFW AUDIO)
((SETTING: Elysium. Patroclus's grove.))
PATROCLUS: It's good to see you, stranger. I thought perhaps you'd forgotten about me out here.
(footsteps crunching in the grass. a kiss, then another.)
PAT: Mmm. Haha. Goodness. That's quite a greeting.
ZAGREUS: Sorry, that was... I guess I could have said hi instead.
PAT: Oh, there's no need to apologize. Especially not for something like that.
ZAG: (voice cracking) I... it's just...
PAT: What is it? What's wrong, sweetheart?
ZAG: It's just been so long, and... I really missed you.
PAT: (reassuring) Well, I'm right here. And I don't plan on going anywhere. You can stay in my arms as long as you like... but you'll probably be more comfortable if you sit.
(grass rustles)
PAT: ....Here, prince. There's room enough for two.
ZAG: Thanks.
PAT: You can lean against me. It's all right.
ZAG: ....Feels nice.
(soft sounds of rubbing skin)
PAT: Hmm. So much tension in your shoulders. Do you feel it, there?
ZAG: Not really sure. What am I supposed to be feeling?
PAT: A little knot. ... How about down here? At the small of your back?
ZAG: I feel something kind of... weird, actually, now that you mention it.
PAT: This muscle right here. Where my fingers are. Can you feel that-
ZAG: (interrupting) Hey, that hurts!
PAT: (concerned) ....Have you had a rest at all these last few journeys?
ZAG: I don't know. I can't even remember.
PAT: You'll run yourself ragged this way. May I make a suggestion? Something that might bring you some relief.
ZAG: Of course.
PAT: I'd like to put you over my knee, prince.
ZAG: Over your knee- you mean, like to... and... and then what?
PAT: (amused) And then I'd spank you, naturally.
ZAG: Wouldn't that hurt even more? I thought-
PAT: I think you might be surprised to find out how good it can feel.
ZAG: (hesitant) I mean... if you think so, sir.
PAT: Do you trust me, Zagreus?
ZAG: Of course I trust you, sir. Sorry. It's just not something I've done before.
PAT: Would you go ahead and lie down for me then?
(grass and fabric rustling)
ZAG: ...On my stomach like this?
PAT: Stretch your legs a little. There, perfect. Now hold still. Can you do that?
ZAG: I mean... I can try. But you know how I get.
PAT: I think it's time to do something about these leggings of yours. ...No need to be shy, my love.
ZAG: Sorry. Um... here, let me...
(fabric being pulled)
PAT: Look at that sweet, soft skin. Without a mark on it. It occurs to me you might be more familiar with this than I'd thought. You do keep company with the fury, Megaera, do you not?
ZAG: Megaera... sometimes, she- I mean, when she gets all-
PAT: Does she ever strike you, prince?
ZAG: She does, but... but not like... not like this.
PAT: And do you enjoy it?
ZAG: (quiet) I...I like it.
PAT: Glad to hear it. You're going to feel my hand now. And it's going to hurt. But you know that, don't you?
ZAG: Patroclus, sir-
(a slap, hard enough to echo)
ZAG: Ahh!
(another slap, as loud as the first)
PAT: How was that? If it's too much-
ZAG: Do it. Do it again. Please.
(slap)
ZAG: Ahhh - mmph -
(slap)
ZAG: H-h-harder.
(slap)
PAT: Look at that. Bright red. ....Shall I continue?
ZAG: (whispered) Yeah.... please.
(slap)
ZAG: Ahh - mmph -
(slap)
ZAG: (getting flustered) Yeah-
PAT: You're flushed all over, from your head to your knees... and everything in between. Let's see if we can't deepen that blush, my prince.
ZAG: Patroclus, mm, please-
(slap)
ZAG: Aghhh!
PAT: Such a sight you are. You know, anyone could come across us like this, with you in my lap. Exposed. Begging.
(slap)
ZAG: Gah!
PAT: Red as a cherry, and twice as sweet. Imagine their gazes traveling all over your body. Hungry. They'd want to see more of you, I think. Inside... and out.
(slap. Zagreus is panting now, his breath coming short)
Zag: Mmmph! Hhff...
PAT: Would you like that, prince?
ZAG: (barely audible) I...I ... hh...
PAT: What if they heard you moan like this? Those little whimpers of yours? And what if I stopped touching you? Would you beg for my hand then?
ZAG: (quiet) I'd beg. I'd beg for it, sir.
PAT: How would you beg for me, Zagreus? Show me.
ZAG: (quiet) I'd say please.... I'd say please, sir.
PAT: Please what?
ZAG: (voice breaking) Please don't stop.
PAT: You'll have to be more specific.
ZAG: (raspy) Just - hit me.
PAT: Hit you where, prince?
ZAG: (overwhelmed) I don't know. I don't know what you.... want me to say.
(Zagreus's voice hitches. He begins to cry, quiet at first, then lets out a sob.)
PAT: No no no, sweetheart, please. I've got you. ...Just let it out.
(Zagreus is sobbing, sniffling.)
PAT: It's all right to cry. .....You've held so much in for so long.
(Zagreus takes in a short, unsteady breath.)
ZAG: Patroclus... sir...
PAT: What is it, love?
ZAG: (softly) I c-- I can't.
PAT: Do you need me to touch you?
ZAG: Yeah.
PAT: To bring you off?
ZAG: Please.
PAT: You want my hand...here? Like this?
(fabric pushed aside, the slip of skin over wet skin.)
ZAG: (desperate) Yeah.... yeah.... can - can I -
PAT: Of course. Of course you can come.
ZAG: (needy) Yeah?
PAT: Just let it all out.
(overlapping)
ZAG: Gods please- don't stop-
PAT: Just fuck into my hand.
ZAG: Patroclus- I- I'm coming--
PAT: Just like that. Just like that. Right in my hand.
(Zagreus comes with a shuddering release of breath)
PAT: .....Is that all of it? How do you feel now?
ZAG: (softly, panting) I feel better... thank you.
PAT: Hmmm. Here you are, satisfied, and yet... I find myself in a predicament. Are you too sensitive to be touched?
ZAG: No. (clears throat) It still feels... really good, sir. Your... your hands.
PAT: What I'd like to do, now that you've relaxed, is hold you down and fuck the last of this-
ZAG: (interrupting) Gods, please. I want it.
PAT: -tension out of your body. Heh.
ZAG: Anything you want, anything you- want--
(Zagreus tries to get up, knees rustling the grass.)
PAT: No no. Stay right there for me. Stay right there. ...Bend forward, face down.
ZAG: I.... like this?
PAT: Perfect. Such an obedient prince. But then, I suppose you were never taught to take pride in that title. ...Let me open you up, love.
(the slick sound of a finger entering. Zagreus's breath catches.)
ZAG: Mmm...
PAT: You're eager for this, aren't you? So generous. ....You give pieces of your heart to everyone. But right now, you belong only to me. Do you understand, love?
ZAG: (very quiet) Yeah. Yes, sir.
PAT: Your body. Tell me, prince. Who is it for?
ZAG: (strained) Only you, sir.
PAT: This part, right here?
ZAG: You, sir.... for you.
PAT: And this?
(Punctuated by one last slap, Patroclus thrusts inside. Knees and hands skidding on grass. A wet sound of insertion.)
PAT: Ahhh.
ZAG: (tight-voiced) Gods it feels- it feels so good-- gods, it--
PAT: (calm) Right there.
(skin slaps against skin, Patroclus fucking him in a steady rhythm)
ZAG: (babbling) Patroclus- like- like that- gods- don't stop--
PAT: Oh, that's the spot, isn't it?
ZAG: (gasping) You- ah....fuck me harder.
PAT: You want me to fuck you harder?
ZAG: Yes-
PAT: (amused) Is that what I'm hearing?
ZAG: (panting, out of his mind) Fuck me- fuck me--
PAT: Is this hard enough for you?
ZAG: (slurred) Mmm- I wanna come....
PAT: I think you can take a little more, prince.
(The pace increases. Patroclus is fucking him faster, the sound of it wetter)
ZAG: I think-- I-- Oh--
PAT: (somewhat breathless) That's it, that's it. Take it. Take it. Oh- oh, that's--
(Zagreus comes first, crying out, followed by Patroclus's quiet sigh. Breaths, overlapping.)
PAT: Just breathe, love. Just breathe. ...I'm putting you down now. Relax. You're all right. You've done so well.
(silence for a moment.)
PAT: Was that enough to satisfy you, prince? I'm not sure I have it in me to try again.
ZAG: I- I- I can't feel my legs, sir. Not after that.
PAT: (lighthearted) I suppose you will just have to stay with me for a while, then.
(footsteps crunch in the grass, coming closer)
PAT:...Oh, look who it is.
ACHILLES: Patroclus. Are you - are you - oh. Um... am I - interrupting?
PAT: You're too late, Achilles, I'm afraid. I don't think he's got another round left.
ACHILLES: (stammering) That's all right. That's ... I'll just .... just wait for you to, heh... get, ahh, cleaned up, Zagreus....
(FIN)