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Zagreus stood behind Theseus' shoulder, wine jug in hand, and tried to keep from yawning. Theseus and his fellow heroes of Elysium were feasting, a riotous celebration where wine flowed freely. It was, in fact, Zagreus' job to keep Theseus' wine cup filled. Yet he himself was no part of the celebration, and was finding standing here with nothing to do but watch a cup's level boring.

It was embarrassing too. He was still wearing only that scanty loincloth, after all, and was publicly acting the servant's part. He could only hope that without his customary garb and the laurels in his hair he'd remain unrecognized. That might be possible, but then again there were only so many people with one red eye in the underworld.

Ah well. He'd wagered, sworn, and lost. All this bother was on his own head. Though he still wasn't quite certain if this was better or worse than another round of crawling from the Styx and hearing his father mock his failure.

Noting that Theseus' cup was below the half-way mark, Zagreus stepped forward and filled it again. Theseus ignored him completely, simply continuing his revels. Eventually, though, the bacchanal wound down, and Zagreus was permitted to abandon his jug and his post at Theseus' shoulder. He trailed behind the champion back to his rooms, and wasn't much surprised to be led to the bedroom this time.

Theseus stripped off the chiton he'd donned for the feast, and pulled his laurel off too, which he hadn't done even in the bath. He climbed into his bed and sprawled there with the loose-limbed relaxation of the inebriated. Then he beckoned to Zagreus. "Come here, my beautiful hellspawn."

Zagreus couldn't keep the corner of his mouth from turning up in a wry smile as he climbed into the bed. Theseus pulled him in and kissed him, which was a surprise, but Zagreus, feeling oddly indulgent suddenly, kissed back willingly. Why not?

They kissed and embraced for some time, Theseus still demanding, his tongue pushing into Zagreus' mouth. Zagreus yielded to it, letting Theseus roll him over and pin him down. He felt his groin tightening, his cock starting to harden as the other man's strong, firm body pressed down on him. Theseus ground his hips down, and Zagreus could feel the champion's cock too, a hot hardness that was suddenly pressing against his cock directly as Theseus yanked the scant loincloth out of the way.

"Ah..." Zagreus hadn't meant to let out that sound of pleasure, but he couldn't help himself.

Theseus rolled from him to lie alongside him, and ran his hand down over Zagreus' body. He pulled the loincloth off entirely, tossing it aside, then stroked Zagreus' cock. "Beautiful hellspawn indeed," he murmured. His cheeks were flushed, and he seemed half-entranced as he stared at Zagreus' nude form. His hands cupped Zagreus' balls, kneading them, wringing another moan from the prince.

Then the champion's hand slid lower, probing at Zagreus' anus, and with a yelp, Zagreus immediately scrambled back away from that touch. "Hey, woah, no!"

Theseus sat up and stared at Zagreus for a moment. "What? Why not?"

"Why not?! I'm no woman. I may have sworn an oath, but *that* goes beyond serving you!"

Theseus blinked at Zagreus, then smiled and shook his head. "Oh, little hellspawn. You buy into that utter nonsense about manliness having to do with who is on top?" He started to laugh. "I wouldn't have thought it. Even the gods below are contaminated with mortal stupidity, it seems."

"Er..." Zagreus didn't know what to say in response to that.

"I am womanly, fiend? Am I?" Theseus lifted one arm and actually flexed, grinning. "I've had my brother Asterius within me many a time. It's a marvelous pleasure one I hope you can experience yourself! Feeling that pleasure didn't make me not a man, little demon. It won't make you less of one either, I promise."

Zagreus found himself biting his lip, staring at Theseus. "But..."

"Let me show you the least of it. I'll keep my cock far away from your ass for now, lovely little fiend. But here, you'll see." Theseus rose from the bed and went to the same chest that had held the cuffs still around Zagreus' wrists. He pulled out a bottle and took it back over to the bed, Zagreus watching him warily all the while.

"Relax, my handsome hellspawn. I won't hurt you, nor will I unman you. I only want to show you how it might feel. Now lay down."

Tense and nervous, Zagreus nevertheless obeyed. He stretched out on his back and tried to relax as Theseus sat next to him, bottle in hand. Theseus looked him up and down, and chuckled. "You look ready to flee at any moment. I swear this won't hurt you. Quite the contrary."

Zagreus swallowed hard. He still had no idea what Theseus was going to do, but he tried his best to calm himself.

Theses pushed Zagreus' knees apart, and he somehow managed to resist the urge to clamp them together. Zagreus found he was breathing fast, heart pounding. Theseus stroked down Zagreus' cock again, then squeezed his balls gently, and then once again pressed his fingers beneath, which made Zagreus shudder.

Theseus removed his hand, and opened the bottle. Zagreus caught a hint of familiar scent and knew it was the same spiced oil that had been in the bath. Theseus dipped his fingers in the bottle, then corked it and set it aside. Zagreus bit back a whimper, finding he was trembling. He had no idea how he felt about this.

Next Theseus pushed two slicked fingers against Zagreus, and then, oh blood and darkness, they were slipping inside him. He let out a helpless whimper at the violation, trembling even harder.

"Shh, be still now," said Theseus, his cheeks still flushed, his expression eager. He sank his fingers deeper, twisting and stroking within Zagreus, and suddenly there was a wash of bliss, a sensation very like when his cock was touched, yet utterly different, that made Zagreus cry out.

"There, you see, my demon?" Theseus kept stroking right there, fingers moving inside Zagreus.

"Ah, f-fuck!" Zagreus arched his back, body tensed again but in a very different way. Gods above, that felt amazing.

Theseus wrapped his other hand around Zagreus' cock starting to stroke in time with the movement of his fingers. Zagreus moaned, bucking up into Theseus' hand, feeling pleasure building with astonishing speed. It felt so good! "Ah... Ah, gods..."

"Yes, don't hold back, lovely little demon. Come on..." Theseus stroked faster, his hand tight around Zagreus' cock, his fingers working intently within. Zagreus found himself clenching down around Theseus' fingers, and a moment later he came *hard*, pleasure rushing through him, his seed spilling out over Theseus' hand and his own belly and chest.

Theseus pulled his fingers free and sat back, grinning as the last dribbles of cum left Zagreus. "See? Was I not correct that it provides much pleasure? It's at least as good with a cock within you, I promise."

Zagreus blinked, trying to focus. He felt dazed with bliss, and he had to admit that Theseus was right. It seemed unnatural, but the cum splattered all over him was proof enough at least that such things brought pleasure.

Theseus bent and pressed a kiss on him. "I'll fetch a cloth so you can clean up. But then I must insist on having my pleasure, one way or another, hellspawn."

Zagreus let his eyes close, trying to sort out his feelings as Theseus left. Was Theseus really right? Could it be possible to have another man's cock in him and not become womanly? He had already had the other man's fingers within, and he felt no different. He opened his eyes and sighed. It was all ridiculous, wasn't it? He would still use his sword as well after this as he had before. How could who he bedded and how change who he was? And if Theseus was speaking true about what he'd done with his brother in arms, and yet he had defeated Zagreus so many times... It must be true.

"Here you are." Theseus returned and handed over a rag. Zagreus sat up and wiped himself clean as much as he could.

"So. I've shown you what pleasure you can have. But you, my little hellspawn servant--who still hasn't called me master, if you're wondering why I'm calling you fiend and demon again..." Theseus laughed, still obviously tipsy. "You have had your pleasure, and your master has not! Will you accept that I'm right, that I won't unman you, and let me take you, as a good, obedient servant should?"

Zagreus tried to summon some scrap of defiance. "I still maintain I never swore to be a good servant."

"Hah. Playing games with your oath? But come now, I insist. In fact..." Theseus muttered that odd word again, and Zagreus found his hands suddenly bound in front of him, the cuffs around his wrists merged into one solid double-loop of metal. He let out a yelp of surprise, but before he could do anything else Theseus had grabbed his hands and shoved them up over his head, shoving him over too, pinning him down to the bed. He kissed Zagreus, hard and hot, and Zagreus was intensely aware of Theseus' erection rubbing against his hip as the other man bent over him.

Theseus broke off the kiss and sat back. Zagreus pulled his hands down, breathing hard, feeling uncertain. Gods above, how was this all so confusing?

He saw Theseus get out the bottle of oil again, and spread it on his cock, stroking his own erect member with obvious pleasure and pride. "Are you ready for me, beautiful little demon? You are beautiful, you know. You are a gorgeous man. Few are the mortals who could match you. Good enough reason for me to want to lie with a hellspawn like yourself, I suppose."

Zagreus bit his lip, trying to stay calm. "I'm not a demon," he managed.

"If you aren't, Prince of Hell, who is?"

Zagreus scowled, and Theseus laughed. He pushed Zagreus' knees apart again and knelt between them, one hand again shoving Zagreus' bound hands up over his head. "Demon or no, you are mine for now, and I intend to have you."

Part of Zagreus wanted to fight, to say no, to insist this went beyond the bounds of his oath. Most of him, though, was still hazed with pleasure, and wanted more. So he let Theseus line his cock up, the head of it hot and slick against Zagreus' anus.

Zagreus closed his eyes, shuddering.

Yet Theseus didn't immediately thrust in. Zagreus opened his eyes after a moment, looking up at the champion, a question in his gaze.

"Do you want me, my beautiful hellspawn? You can say no, if you truly don't."

Zagreus' breath caught, and he bit his lip. "I..." Oh gods above, how could he answer that?

"Do you think I'll feel good in you? I want you very much, you know."

Zagreus swallowed hard, but then blurted, "Yes. Yes, I... Yes."

"Good," breathed Theseus, and he thrust in without further hesitation, filling Zagreus with a single deep stroke.

"Ah!" It was pain and pleasure together, wonderful and intense, and Zagreus couldn't hold back his cry.

Theseus groaned and ground down hard, pushing deeply into Zagreus, who cried out again, still caught between pain and pleasure. Yet pain was a familiar companion after all this time, and pleasure was welcome. So as Theseus started to slowly withdraw, and then thrust in again, Zagreus gave up his resistance, losing himself in sensation.

Zagreus could feel his cock getting hard again, caught between their bodies as Theseus settled into a steady rhythm. Zagreus knew what it was like to be the one on top, the one doing such a thing, but being where he was now was new and strange and unexpectedly wonderful.

"Oh, my demon, you feel marvelous," groaned Theseus, his thrusts speeding, and all Zagreus could do was moan again. With Theseus still holding his hands down, keeping him nearly helpless, Zagreus felt pleasure and pain and something that was almost shame, and something else that felt free and wild, all churning through him.

Theseus thrust hard and fast, seeming beyond words now as Zagreus whimpered beneath him, the pleasure of it all turning more towards pain as Theseus' thrusts became rough, even violent. Yet Zagreus' cock was still hard and he found himself clenching down on Theseus, his own pleasure building again.

Theseus was breathing hard now, one hand on Zagreus' hands, keeping them pinned over his head, the other braced beside him as the champion bent over him and thrust rough and fast.

Zagreus moaned and whimpered, writhing under Theseus, utterly caught up in it. Theseus slammed into him repeatedly, panting, then with a groan of pure pleasure he came, and Zagreus could feel the other man's cock pulsing inside him, another new, strange, disturbing, wonderful sensation, as Theseus' seed pumped into him.

"Ah..." Zagreus moaned helplessly, wanting to deny the pleasure he felt, but unable to.

Theseus kissed him again as the last of his seed filled Zagreus, deeply, with slow passion, and Zagreus closed his eyes and kissed back, shuddering. When the champion finally broke from the kiss, he murmured, "You have pleased me very well, my beautiful demon."

Zagreus bit his lip hard, trembling, still not knowing how to feel. He was aroused, his cock still hard, his pulse pounding. Yet feeling the stickiness of Theseus' seed dripping from him couldn't help but seem shameful.

Theseus, still sunk in him, reached between them and wrapped his hand around Zagreus' cock.

"Ohfuck," gasped Zagreus, uncertainty flashing to desire. Theseus stroked him hard and fast, and it was probably some kind of testament to how much he had indeed liked what had been done to him that he came swiftly and hard.

When he was spent, Theseus rolled from him, and found the rag again, cleaning them both off. He lay down beside Zagreus, who lay in a haze of pleasure and confusion.

"Now, my lovely little hellspawn... Are you no longer a man?"

Zagreus flushed, finding it hard to answer, but at last he said, "No, I suppose not."

"Indeed. You have had pleasure, as have I, and we are both the people we were before this night. But now, sweet prince of hell, I am tired. The night, such as it is in this place, wears on, and I would rest. Rest with me?"

Zagreus sighed softly, a final surrender, and said, "Okay."

"Marvelous." Theseus said another of those odd words, and the lights in his room turned out. Zagreus wiggled, aware that his hands were still bound together, but he was loathe to outright ask to be released, and Theseus made no move to do so. Instead he pulled Zagreus beneath the blankets and spooned around him, putting his arm over the prince.

Zagreus let his eyes close, admittedly exhausted, and found it more easy to relax than perhaps it should have been, held helpless and still bound in his enemy's embrace.

"Sleep well, my sweet demon prince. Come the morrow I will require your services again, but then you shall be free, and perhaps some day you shall defeat me."

"I will," said Zagreus, finding an instant of stubborn defiance, but he didn't open his eyes or move from Theseus' arms, and soon he was asleep.