Strange Love

"Hey man, wait up." Ry called out as he caught up with Russ outside the hospital. "Where are you going?"

Russ shrugged, not stopping his progression forward. "For a walk... maybe back to the palace... hope that one of the guards pick a fight. I dunno..."

Ry nodded in understanding. "If you want to blow off some steam we can train once we get back."

"Yeah... that doesn't sound like a bad idea..." They walked in silence for several long minutes. "Ry..."

"Yeah, kid?"

Russ's brows knitted in frustration as he watched his feet move across the broken pavement. "How do you do it?"

Ry frowned, "How do I do what?"

"Stay so level-headed, never be bothered by emotions... by love..." Russ mumbled the last part.

Ry ran his hand through his hair as he glanced away toward the crumbling buildings as they moved closer to the palace. "Whoever told you any of that about me is a damn liar or a fool... or both..."

Russ's gaze moved over to the giant beside him. He was obviously uncomfortable with the conversation. "How do you deal with those things when they come up then?"

Ry shrugged. "It's a working progress... you learn ways as you go along. You're still young, give yourself time." He tugged his shirt off as they entered the back gates of the palace. "Training has always helped." He tossed it to the side and turned to watch as Russ did the same, admiring the definition of his arms and back as he pulled up his long, blonde hair. "You know, you may not believe this, but there was a time when I felt inferior to Arei."

Russ arched a brow at Ry from over one shoulder. "How, you're twins?"

He shrugged as he kicked off his shoes and socks. "I was envious of the versatility of his shifted form," Ry shook his head. "I hated how he always got the extra training and sent out on missions sooner than me... but you know... he hated those exact same things. It just took me looking past my own anger and insecurities to realize it. And believe me, I felt like a complete ȧsshole for many years when I learned about the hells he was put through."

Russ sent him a questioning look as he lowered into a defensive stance. "Why were you trained differently? Aren't you guys supposed to be some kind of package deal?"

Ry shook his head as he made his first advancement. "Yes and no... our whole reason for being was because of father's blind rage and need for revenge against our uncle." He continued talking as Russ shifted into the offensive. "Before our creation, Poseidon and Zeus were always struggling for power and the right to claim lands and people. Charybdis was his main tool in doing this. She was father's pride and joy, his favorite daughter. There was no land nor man she couldn't bend to her will... until she came across a land Zeus also had his eyes on. Even the Mighty Zeus couldn't compare to her skill, and for that he cursed her." Ry blocked a jab then a kick as he continued.

"I'm not sure why you're telling me this..." Russ huffed out as he attempted another combination move on the mountainous man.

"So, you can understand a little better." Ry answered as he caught Russ's foot and jerked him onto his ȧss. "Arei and I were created and trained from the day we emerged from Gia by a father blinded by rage and revenge. The man you know now isn't the one who raised us. We were forced to shift over and over again until it became second nature, but before it could become second nature, it tore our bodies apart causing an agony you'd never understand. Arei was able to cut a grown man down before he was even old enough to shave. It took hundreds of years before dad was able to find a way to ease her curse... until he was able to see Arei and me as more than tools of revenge. It was in the realization of how he'd treated us that formed the man you currently known as the sea god, but by then Arei already hated him." To Ry's surprise, Russ managed to knock his feet out from under him. Ry laid flat on his back beside a panting Russ. "You might see what they have as something perfect that you think yourself jealous of now, that somehow you're less of a man than him. But know he's not perfect and what they have will have just as many obstacles. Jos has always wanted a family to replace the one she never knew, and he would much rather die than see his DNA pass to an innocent child. One way or the other, that will be a battle neither will come out winners of."

Russ huffed as he sat up and leaned his arms against his bent knees. "I get what you're saying... I do... but it doesn't make me feel any better. Despite what you might think, I don't wish them an ill fate. I want her to be happy and have all the things she could ever want out of life... I wish more than anything I could have been the one to give her that... but..."

Ry pushed himself up to his feet and held a hand down to Russ, tugging him to his feet. He clasped a hand over the sweat-slick muscles of Russ's shoulders. "I understand that pain, I do. But as cliche as this may sound, only time will heal that pain... time and distraction..." He released his hold on Russ's shoulder as they stepped into the shadowed hallway of the interior palace, letting his hand glide down Russ's sleek back. He caught Russ's other shoulder and brought him around to face him planting his lips firmly on Russ's before he had time to react to the movement. He held tight, backing him toward the cool wall as he tried to deepen the kiss.

Russ pushed hard against Ry's ċhėst. "Dude! The fuċk!" He watched as the larger man backed away in what seemed like embarrassment. "I'm honored, really, but you're not my type, and I'm not a man whore like you who can bury my dɨċk in anything just for the hell of it..."

Ry could feel a faint blush color his cheeks. "I may not have the best reputation as far as that goes, but I ȧssure you I don't typically make such bold advances on straight men." Ry turned away from him as he added in a much lower tone. "I only thought it would bring you solace to know you're not the only one who lo-ikes someone you can never have..." He didn't wait for Russ's reaction or response as he made his way toward the stairs taking them three at a time.

Russ watched in stunned disbelieve as the massive man vanished onto the second floor. "Well, that just happened..." He shook his head as he tossed his discarded shirt over his shoulder and headed up the stairs as well.

He'd no sooner began to unfasten his jeans when the door to his room opened. "Man, I gotta asked for a minute after that..." His eyes were squeezed tightly shut as he began rebuttoning his pants. "I'm really not in the mood to discuss whatever the fuċk that was." A hand fell on his stopping his movements.

"That's good because I didn't come in here to talk..." Gigi smiled up at him seductively.

Russ snarled his lip as he brushed her hand away. "I think I actually prefer your company less." He turned away from her, heading toward the bathroom.

Gigi rushed forward catching his arm. "We both know better than that." She tugged the sash of her robe loose exposing a sėxy negligee. She grabbed one of his hands in both hers and pressed it to her brėȧst that nearly burst against the thin lace of the top. "I know you want me; I know you miss what we had, I know my body can give you the release you crave... can tire you better than any amount of sparing ever will."

Even as his lips curled up in disgust, he could feel his ċȯċk press against the tight confines of his jeans. He could smell her arousal and feel her pleased smile as he stared hungrily at her full brėȧsts.

"I don't care what you do or how you do it, I'm yours... Take me..." She whispered breathlessly. As his grip tightened against her brėȧst.

A low guttural growl sounded deep within his throat as he tightened his grip on the thin material of the lace bodice and ripped it away, freeing her brėȧsts with a heavy bounce. He squeezed one firm brėȧst roughly as he laced his fingers into her loose hair and tugged her to meet his lips. He drank from her desperate lips until he felt her hands completely free him from the tight grip of jeans and boxers. Tightening his grip in her hair, he tugged her away from his mouth catching her bottom lip with a painful bite, before forcing her to her knees in front of him. When question shot across her expression, he snarled down at her. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you what to do by this point." He wrapped one hand around the base of his ċȯċk as he tightened his hold even more on the back of her head before pressing himself into her mouth. He fuċkėd her mouth hard, forcing more of himself in with every stroke, ignoring the tears that ran down her face as she gagged on his thick length. "Suck it like the whore you are. He forced more of her mouth down on his ċȯċk as he found his first release inside her mouth, causing ċum to squirt out the sides of her mouth and nose. "That's all you are, isn't it? A whore? Why else would you continuously throw yourself at me like this? Is my uncle paying you?" A cruel smile curved his lips. "I should get the crown's money's worth don't you think?" He pulled himself free of her mouth and tugged her back to her feet by the tight grip he still held in her hair. "I don't have your favorite toy box here, the one you insisted on boasting about to Jos... You wanted hate fuċkɨnġ? Well, that was the fuċkɨnġ perfect way to get it." He shoved her toward the bed as he stroked himself hard again. "I'll never be able to look at your pathetic face without being reminded of the pain and devastation that was on HER face because of you!" He tangled his fingers painfully into her hair again as he pressed her face into the thick, pillowy bedding. "Is that what you want? Is the fuċkɨnġ title of Queen that fuċkɨnġ important to you that you're willing to live a lifetime knowing your husband can hardly bear the sight of your face?" He ignored her sobs as he wedged his legs between her and forced her thɨġhs apart. He was pleased to find her choice of attire for the night was already crotchless, saving him the time of working the garment free. He leaned over her tilting her head to the side as he whispered viciously into her ear while stroking her slick folds. "You must be a whore to be this wet already." He glared down at her as the cruel smile of his lips widened. "And here I thought I was going to have to force myself to undergo the torment that's arousing you, lucky for me you're so pathetic." He gripped her hɨps roughly pulling her into position as he took her in one forceful plunge. He didn't give her time to adjust to his length as he began moving against her. Her mȯȧns of pŀėȧsurė rang painfully in his ears only causing him to drive harder into her. He released his hold on her hair, letting his hand slide down the back of her head and around her neck. He pressed against the pulsing arteries running the length of her thin throat. The bucks of her release against him only increased his anger and frustration. {You are used to this roughness, enjoyed being degraded while we fuċkėd... begged for my punishments. Hell, you taught me most of what I know... a quite enjoyable pastime, even if it had been based around blackmail.} He released his grip on her, still not finding the release his body craved. His eyes quickly scanned the room landing on a pair of golden tie-backs holding the curtains of the canopy into place against the thick bedposts. He yanked them free before turning his focus to the pillows at the head of the bed. He pulled one pillowcase free and turned his wild gaze back to her.

"Wait! What are you doing!" Gigi cried out as the pillowcase came down over her head.

"As I said, I can't get off at the sight of your pathetic face..." He warped the cord of the curtains around her wrists bounding them in front of her, holding them tight as he began moving inside her again... but it wasn't enough. She was still mȯȧning and panting with every stroke, every bite of the rope around her wrists. His eyes moved to the other bedpost, and he quickly pulled loose another tie-back. This time he yanked her to her feet and looped the cord around her neck over the pillowcase. He gripped the top bar of the canopy tightly as he shoved himself deeper inside her, craving some sign of the contentment for him as he felt for her. Without thinking, driven only by the dėsɨrė of his own twisted release, he looped the other end of the core that encircled her neck around the top rail of the canopy. She gasped and struggled against him. {Finally, something besides her bullshit of complete submission...} Her gasps and strangled cries were lost the pulsing pŀėȧsurė that radiated through his body as he finally found release.

"Hey, I thought I heard- What the fuċk!!!" Ry's eyes went wide as he pushed through the door of Russ's room.