Son of Iku

Kane stepped closer, their clasped hands now pressed between each others chests. "Y'know, Amant Dubois of Death, this place suddenly seems a lot more interestin'."

"Where you from anyway? I do like this accent of yours. Might put mines to shame." He came just a bit closer. Bring him in as his eyes parted only for a moment to look to those lips and then returned to the beholder. "I wonder what they'd sound like wrapped together..." His lips brushed the others. A bold gesture in response to one sparked by Kane. It was a gamble, a wager without much stake but a reward none the less. Would Kane bite or just bark?

               𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥, zachariah immediately went for a quick shower. he didn't want to smell like literal death. he didn't like the smell of rot that was burned in his nose. everything he did, he still had that faint scent. he even tried to use his little humidifier with some scented oil to try to get the stench off. he knew eventually it would be. at least they didn't end up staying there longer. and the fact that they managed to all survive, he was glad for it.

"Nice place you have here..." Removing his coat and putting it over a nearby chair. "...should've come by soon. But after that last mission I just wanted to check in and see how you were handling things." With a smile he pointed to Riah's face. "A little self care therapy?"

"Ah. Voodoo." Ollie nods at the mention of the practice being linked to his family. There was a sort of innate wonder with the fantastical within the son of Freyr, no matter the obscurity or apparent taboo other realms of mysticism held. Ollie seemed drawn to it all. "Would that mean I'd have to stop eating red sauced foods around you now, I wonder? Or is it white sauced foods, since… you know?" Ollie asks in jest, hoping Amant wouldn't mind the mention of certain superstitions regarding voodoo and food. Ollie didn't think anything of superstitions of course, knowing full well he's swallowed more than his fair share of Amant's "white sauce". Yet, the son of Freyr wouldn't have minded being spiritually influenced to be with the taller man.

Perhaps it was a subconscious excuse from within Ollie to not reach the statue of Freyr? Or at the very least not approach it on his own. He holds to take Amant's hand in his, keeping the son of Iku's touch against his face as Ollie's listens to his words. He knew Amant was a poet with words much like himself, though to hear the care and concern the son of Iku had for him, it was heartwarming for the son of Freyr. Ollie couldn't help to brush his nectar stained lips against Amant's. "Good thing for you. Parents tend to like me." Ollie chimes, his hand smoothing itself across Amant's chest and torso. A playful grin growing against his lips before he places a lingering kiss onto the half god's cheek. "But I'll make sure there's decades between our meeting." He tries to reassure him. "I'll try… for you."

"You ever think about what that means for people like us?" Ollie begins to say, the tread of his steps getting slower as they continued their walk. "D… Meeting parents like yours?"

A hand went to snake around Ollie and pulled him closer, forcing his chin to lift a bit to keep eyes with Amant. Dark eyes that were warm and inviting but shifted a bit darker at the statement. His other hand taking a firm but gentle grip of Ollie's chin. "Now I do love that sense of humor of yours...but if you should ever meet my Gran Gran I beg you not make such slights on her practice. My protection over you only goes so far." There might be some degree of cautious warnings and underline threat in his tone. Amant was very protective of Ollie and not so much offended by his jest. But knowing it would not fly when it came to Gran Gran Josephine.

Hand releasing Ollie's chin found way to his back. Both hands slipping under Ollie's shirt to stroke the bare skin above his waistband. The two looked very comfortable in each others arms this way. Covered by thin layers of shadows caused by the setting sun but on full view for those that passed by. Amant did not care. He was not one to lay claim on another but he felt something stir at the thought of people seeing Ollie in his arms. Letting them know even if the fawn was free he still had someone watching over him. "To be fair I never thought of what comes after. Better to let that be surprise I don't worry my head over. But now? With geckos taking our bodies and feeding creatures I fear the afterlife might not be as comforting as i would hope..." Amant looked away as if he heard something. Echos of Thor's death playing tricks on his mind as it did on occasion. He seemed to just stare away into space in silence.

"'getting hammered off magical booze. Tomorrow's gonna suck." He laughed while touching his pockets. Gold drachmae, coins were an interesting new weight to carry. Last he counted, there should be enough to make good on this wager. He only hoped this wasn't Amant's way of robbing a new guy blind. Snow had made that mistake before on his travels, but that had been some years ago.

"You've always had... eyes like that?" At Amant's openness, Snow bit, the question at the forefront of his mind rather than mythological mind-fucks. Though perhaps the latter should be. "'almost sounds like you know him, with the way you talk. I really thought being a half-god would spare me from the inevitable. 'not that I minded the idea of moving on eventually so much before."

Dark eyes reflecting his smile at the question. "No, this is new. It happened after I attempted to gain power not meant for me." He tried to tap into the spirits through his father's blood and was rejected in a sense. Gaining something he did not ask for and the ordeal being more than his body and mind could bare. "It happened after I experienced Thor's shared murder. The price of touching death before your time I guess." It was enlightening and oddly comforting but that could be cracks of his psyche telling him otherwise.

"Truth be I never heard a word from him. I got a blessing and felt his presence when I prayed...he gave me power.." Clicking the side of his glass with his nail to create an echo like his bells. "...and I just felt closer to God than I have ever felt before." He stared the glass for an unsettling amount time of his mind drifted away with the sound of the glasses ring, before he snapped back into place like no time had passed. "What about you? No come to Jesus moment with your god folk?"

"Defile? I'm pretty sure what we did last time doesn't count as defiling. Blasphemous? Definitely. Might have to get on my knees later on to repent. Worshipping of idols, it's a pretty serious sin." Ollie sighs softly against Amant's chest. He hadn't thought about what it meant to find a dance partner he got along this well with while staying at the ark. The son of Freyr had signed up for war in a sense, there wasn't much imagination to what would happen in Ollie's mind after answering such a call. Knowing what he knew now about the world, about monsters and mischief, darkness and dragons, Ollie wondered what would happen if he hadn't traveled to the ark. Would he have met Amant later in life; perhaps in his last moments? Would he still feel that pull towards the half god that he felt now? Would it always?

He takes a bite from the peach Amant shares. His thoughts about what would be and what wouldn't exiting him through another breath against the half god's chest.

"I haven't talked much with him." He begins to say a bit nervously. "Haven't really tried to since I got here. Not because I haven't been wanting to, I have just… Well, I guess you can say I've been enjoying my time on the island just fine without. That probably makes me sound like a prick, but I have been wanting to. Don't want to admit it, but it's made me a bit nervous. Giant beetles are one thing, gods that are meant to be your ma and pa, well… I think you understand what I'm going on about, yeah?" He chuckles nervously, his arms beginning to part from Amant's side, the hand behind his back searching to intertwine their fingers together.

"The way I was raised I've been surrounded by gods and death my whole life." They were pretty close to the shrines but he stopped and pulled them to the side. Turning Ollie to face him while Amant rested his back against the wall. Sucking the last bit of fruit from the peach's seed before finding somewhere to toss it. "My mama's family owes a funeral home, my step father is a preacher of his own church and my gran gran...well, she's a little on the side of the swamp from them. She practices voodoo or the old ways." Hoping such a thing wouldn't scare away Ollie as it had a few others. Amant was well known in his home but his ties to Mama Josephine caused many to avoid him. In fear of ever crossing her path for wronging her grandson. "This..." He waved to the mystical world around him. "...is still new to me but my eyes were open a long time ago to things people fear and keep to shadows."

Fingers strokes against Ollie's cheek. Hard not to touch him whenever he was close. "It can be scary going to the gods. I personally prefer speaking to them my way and not knelt before some statue. But...you have to make that step. On your own time. Know that the blessing of your father can be a great power to have. With all that's going on...I want you to be as prepared as any. I'd rather you never have to come face to face with my father...if you get my drift." Amant was accepting of death and the beauty of it's celebration. But there was something haunting in the back of Ollie's gaze that made him fear the day those eyes no longer shined for him. "Don't get me wrong you are divine creature all your own with or without your daddy's say so. Amant has no doubt you'll accomplish great things, mon petit faon."

He figures what would become of his throat without the half god resilience Ollie possessed. Would he have been reaped by the very man he desired? And he might get taken by Amant in more ways than one. Even now as a half god, the son of Freyr was having trouble keeping his lips to stay around Amant's base, to keep his nose pressed against Amant's navel to breath him in. Would he go to Valhalla for braving such a task? Would be allowed to enter when displaying such surrender towards the son of of Iku's touch and tug? The tap and bounce of his own cock could be heard against the bathroom tiled floor, springing itself to life with a thick thread of arousal connecting to head to the small puddle of precum. His arousal getting more prominent with each second Amant's taste made a home across his tongue and throat.

Ollie give a low whimper as he's separated from the source of Amant's taste, though he wasted no time, scrambling a hand behind himself to take a hold of Amant's slicked up size. There was a smirk Ollie couldn't bother hiding on his lips as he gave the son of Iku a few more strokes, or rather help Amant stroke himself. Ollie was enjoying how the other half god was basically fucking himself into his hand. He gives him a teasing squeeze before following up on Amant's command. Feeling the head of Amant's cock catch and release itself clumsily around the son of Freyr's hole. While Ollie appreciated a brief hello and goodbye as much as the next guy, the son of Freyr was afraid he needed a bit more than a couple seconds of connection to fulfill his desires with Amant.

Ollie's strong arms keep a firm hold across Amant's shoulders, helping in keeping their bodies together, keeping their kiss connected, and soon in enjoying their bodies connecting together. The son of Freyr lines Amant's cock against his hole before feeling the son of Iku pushing his hips into him once more. Ollie's free hand joins the other in holding onto Amant's shoulders, the perfect hand placement for a couple of dancers in the middle of a lift. His eyes continue to look into Amant's, ready for whatever tours en l'air his dance partner had in store for him.

"Beau...beau...beau..." Forehead pressing into Ollie. Toes gripping the floor and hand gripping the wall as he maintained keeping his partner in the air. Ollie was safe in his arms even if he was about to be at the mercy of Amant's darker desires. "Ouvre-moi pour moi faon...oui...oui...c'est ça...bon garçon." A rewarding kiss for each inch more Ollie took of him. Slow paced until his cock was as buried deep into Ollie's hole as he had been in his mouth. But the next slow stride out was not as slow coming back in. Once he bridged the tight opening to the full length of him he pulled back only to slam in. Like a he was testing the keys of the piano. He drew in lines at different angles till he found the note of Ollie's song. "Oui..." There it was. That bull of nerves flicked against his cock. "...chanter pour Amant."

Resting Ollie's back against the door while one hand shifted to grip his neck. Left hand around the side of the neck gripping the back with four fingers while his thumb pressed into Ollie's chin. The right hand going to the back of Ollie's left leg, gripping him as he held him at a perfect angle. "Chanter..." He hissed in command. Hips slamming into Ollie creating an echoed beat of bodies clashing through his home. The slapping of his balls creating the tempo of his 'bow'. Ollie his violin now as his the tip of his cock bowed against Ollie's prostate like a set of strings. His breaths becoming unsteady and frantic as he lost himself in the music they made. Wanting to hear the heights of Ollie's pleasure fill his home like a symphony heard for the first time. Drums...violins...pianos...a songtress...Amant could hear it all and he became a slave to it. Driven mad by the warm slick of Ollie's hole and moans of sweet music he made.

"You're just my first victim." Snow joked in return while nodding at the seat beside him. "Keep it warm for the next."

Admittedly, Amant's silvery cold eyes appeared haunting, yet the star child was far more taken with the soul beyond that gaze. Through text, in that room of vines, and now here Amant seemed to be open to letting others in. Into his mind--or these terrible experiences at least.

"I did say I'd buy you a drink. What you shared in that group chat, just... damn. 'sure we can find something more pleasant to talk about." He finished sarcastically.

It was clear Snow had something on his mind but tried to shift the conversation to pleasantries. Amant shaking his head, "Don't fret, Amant is a big boy. If you want to know about my vision or my brush with death ask away. My daddy is the death god and all." Was the strength of his will or signs of a cracked psyche that made Amant so at ease with his experienced. There was a good chance it was melding of the two. "Unless you be too shy to ask..." A challenge on his tongue as he took another drink.

"To my father, actually. I'd have fly back to England to pay my respects to my mother if that were the case." Ollie corrects him, his own hand coming up to clean himself from the fruit's stray nectar, his eyes never leaving Amant's. He wanted to suggest the two continue their conversation at his lodgings, demonstrate a bit of kneeling of his own to the son of Iku, but the conversation about their parents shifted Ollie's priorities. He still had to pay his respects after all. "Maybe after we're done here, I can take you to see my mother."

"Visiting a little town called 'No Place' seems like something you would like." Ollie brings an arm across Amant's shoulder, just the one since the son of Freyr's height didn't exactly lend Ollie the reach to do so. He didn't mind it though, it got them walking along the temple path just fine.

He mused to his own thoughts while taking the arm that reached for his shoulder and reposition it. Holding the fruit in the hold of his lips he took Ollie's arm to wrap round his waist while Amant pulled the smaller body closer to him, his longer arm wrapped around Ollie's shoulder. It just was a better fit for their walk. As Amant had planned to follow without invitation. He took the peach from the hold of his mouth with his hand returning it to Ollie's lips. Holding it for him to bite. Amant's hand passing it back and further for each to taste. "Sorry....I think when I went asking about your parent someone might've confused Freyr with Freya..." his thick accent being a problem as both names still sounded the same as he tried to differentiate them.

"Never been to England but a town called No Place? Now that sounds a visit for the books. You'll have to let me kidnap you for a week when Mardi Gras comes back around." Eager to explore Ollie's word as much as show his own. "I'll probably have more luck meeting your moms. Fathers never seem to care for me....always think I'm going to defile their child." When in most cases, including Ollie, the defiling has already occurred before meeting the folks.