Chapter 1: Unveiled Secrets
The halls of Olympus shimmered with an ethereal glow, but Apollo’s mood was anything but radiant as he trudged through the labyrinthine corridors in search of Hermes. The messenger god was elusive as ever, darting between realms with a speed that rivaled even Apollo’s own sun chariot. But the news from Zeus couldn’t wait—Hermes had been granted a rare two-day reprieve from his endless duties. A vacation, of all things. Apollo smirked at the thought. Hermes, with his chaotic energy and devil-may-care attitude, on vacation? The concept was as absurd as a mortal outrunning time itself.
Apollo reached the infamous ‘Hlamovnik,’ Hermes’ so-called room, a glorified storage closet brimming with oddities and trinkets the trickster deemed ‘necessary.’ No marble columns or silken drapes here—just organized chaos, a reflection of Hermes himself. Apollo’s golden eyes scanned the clutter, his patience thinning. ‘Where in Hades is he?’ he muttered, kicking aside a stray lyre string that Hermes had probably pilfered from one of Apollo’s own instruments.
Then, a sound—soft, rhythmic, almost primal—drifted from the small adjoining bath chamber. Apollo’s brow arched. Was Hermes… grooming? The idea was laughable. Hermes, with his wild, untamed curls, barely bothered with a comb, let alone a bath. And yet, gods didn’t sweat or stink, so why bother with mortal rituals? Curiosity, that dangerous spark, ignited within Apollo as he approached the slightly ajar door.
‘Hermes, you slippery bastard, if you’re in there ignoring me—’ Apollo’s voice cut off as he pushed the door wider and froze. The sight before him was nothing short of divine debauchery. Hermes, the ever-elusive trickster, sat in a shallow basin of steaming water, legs splayed wide, his head tilted back in ecstasy. His eyes were shut, lips parted in a silent moan, as the golden serpents from his caduceus writhed over his body. One slithered along his hard, throbbing cock, coiling and uncoiling with a hypnotic rhythm, while the other trailed across his chest before binding his wrists behind his back, rendering him gloriously helpless.
Apollo’s breath hitched, a heat stirring in his own immortal core. He should’ve turned away, should’ve respected the privacy of this raw, vulnerable moment. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a wicked grin curling his lips. ‘Well, well, Hermes. I didn’t peg you for a solo act. Where’s the parade of nymphs I usually find trailing after you?’
Hermes’ eyes snapped open, a flush of crimson flooding his usually pale cheeks as he registered Apollo’s presence. ‘Apollo, you sun-kissed prick! Get out!’ he barked, his voice a mix of mortification and fury, but the serpents held him fast. He tried to shift, to cover himself, but the bindings only tightened, leaving his glistening, hard length on full display. His wild curls fell forward, obscuring his face, but not before Apollo caught the glint of tears—tears of shame—slipping down his chin and plinking into the water below.
Apollo’s smirk faltered. He’d never seen Hermes like this, so unguarded, so… human. Stepping closer, he crouched beside the basin, his voice dropping to a low, teasing purr. ‘Why the tears, messenger? Afraid I’ll tell the others how you get off with your own toys? Or is it that you’re just dying for someone to take over?’
Hermes glared through his curtain of hair, his jaw tight. ‘Screw you, Apollo. I don’t need your pity or your mockery. And I sure as hell don’t need a replacement for my serpents. They’re more loyal than any nymph—or god.’ His words were sharp, but his voice trembled, betraying the storm of emotions beneath.
Apollo chuckled, his golden gaze raking over Hermes’ form, lingering on the way the water beaded on his skin, the way his chest heaved with ragged breaths. ‘Loyal, maybe. But can they make you pant like I could? Can they get you dripping with need, begging for release?’ He reached out, brushing a stray curl from Hermes’ face, his touch electric. ‘Come now, trickster. Let me show you what a real god can do.’
Hermes’ eyes narrowed, a spark of defiance flaring even as his body betrayed him, his cock twitching under the serpent’s relentless tease. ‘You think you’ve got the upper hand, don’t you? Fine. Untie me, and we’ll see who’s begging by the end of this.’
Apollo’s grin widened, his own desire now a palpable heat as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above Hermes’. The air between them crackled, charged with unspoken lust and the promise of something explosive. ‘Challenge accepted,’ he whispered, his fingers already reaching for the serpent’s golden coils, ready to unleash the storm.
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