When the Dead Walk discussion

As he left the small, one person camp, Seth automatically smiled at the guy remaining behind. Not because he wanted to, but it was habit. After all, he was basically getting kicked out. Still, it was to be expected. People rarely took him in for more than a few days. After all, sex was nice, but it wasn’t worth wasting too much food on an extra mouth to feed. He understood, it just left him nowhere to go. He reached for his pocket, absently feeling for the necklace he’d found a few days ago. It was gone, he had known it would be gone. Everything was always gone when he left those places. Still, the few days spent there would keep him alive for a little while longer, and if he was alive, then maybe Christos would find him.
But then what? The time with Chris had been perfect, but when his god left him… it was as if everything that made Seth, Seth, was gone too. He thought about it as he carefully moved from first patch to dirt patch, trying to keep his shoes dry. Everything was different. Well, not everything. He still stopped as he saw the small patch of flowers working their way through the dirt, and without even thinking to look around he stopped snd sat, cross legged, in front of the flowers. Concentrating intently, he slowly began to weave the violets and daisies together, beginning a chain. It was rare for him to feel settled enough to focus, with the constant aching loneliness, but the crowns were something he was used to, something that calmed him. He stared down at his fingers and the flower chain slowly growing between them, pausing after a few minutes to hold it out and check his progress. He would have preferred to add more, but he couldn’t use up all of the flowers, so this would work. Carefully he wound the ends together before neatly setting it in his hair, smiling faintly as he stood. Having something he knew he could do calmed him, but now he was in the same predicament, and even sadder given that the first crown always went to Chris.

At the feet of the god-consort bloomed wild flowers of various hues and pigments. What was the source of this miracle? The god of creation just so happened to be in the vicinity. Last night's chat with his bestie Valak had seemed to do more bad than good. He was happy for the Voidspawn, but the Source felt broken, incomplete, having found the love of his life...and lost him. He had found the meaning of his existence, held him in his arms...and now...he's missing, and so was X's heart.

The air raid....he knew Seth didn't die in it, when the eighteenth temple dedicated to him - which he built with his own two hands was bombed to kill off the undead, which had followed fleeing survivors who climbed to it for refuge. A terrible loss of life, and one of his greatest craftsmanship while in a mortal's body. Maybe Seth was pinned under fallen debris. No, he checked. He searched the bodies, the survivors. No one knew where everyone's favorite sacred prostitute had wound up. And so he kept searching, hoping he'd just happen to run into his flower crowned fiance one day, alive and well. But no such luck had came his way.

Sure, let Valak have a nice man in his life, and take away mine. It was rare for such emotions like bitterness and jealousy to enter his mind, but these thoughts were all he had been thinking since his conversation with Valak. He missed Seth, what if he died, and if he had been there, could have saved him? What if he became one of those lost things, soulless and wandering? Or contract those other viruses, become a werewolf or vampire or something? He didn't want to lose Seth to anything. Oh, cruel fates which may or may not exist - as far as he knew, he and Valak, no, Source and Void, were the only gods - give him back! He turned his head, only to see something. his heart leapt, only for him to dismiss the sight as a mirage of sorts. That was just some other, random, very cute boy making flower crowns, and his mind was merely projecting the likeness of Seth upon him, because that is what he WANTED it to be. Which, of course, it wasn't. It couldn't, simply could not be. Could it? Could he really be his future godspouse?

To be honest, Seth didn't even question the flowers that sprouted at his feet, simply smiling slightly. He sat once again, crossing his legs as before to start weaving the flowers together, biting his lip in concentration. Maybe it was stupid for him to not think about it, but after all, he'd spent time with Christos. A lot of time. It was perfectly normal for flowers to just start growing randomly. It didn't click with him until he was halfway through another flower crown. He hadn't been with him in... too long. How long had it actually been? He didn't dwell on that question. Keeping track of time didn't matter, all that mattered was that he wasn't with Christos anymore, and he hadn't been in far too long. His nimble fingers paused midway through the crown, and he frowned just slightly. Flowers didn't just bloom randomly, not without his god around. So if flowers were blooming just randomly....

He rose to his feet with the flowers still in his hands, looking around. Still, as much as he wanted to see his love he also dreaded it. Being around those zombies, being alone for far too long... it was Christos's fault, right? He never came looking. Seth had waited, he'd done nothing but wait for as long as he could before he'd had to leave to keep himself safe. Had he done something wrong? Maybe it was his own fault that he'd been abandoned, that was always possible. He tried to do what he'd been taught to do, and do what Chris wanted, but it was always possible he'd messed up. After all, he was only human. It was far more likely that he had messed up than his god had. And a part of him preferred it that way, to think that he had slipped up rather than believe his love was anything less than perfect.

His grip on the flowers in his hand tightened when he spotted a blond boy standing, but he was distracted by the flowers before he examined the boy. He frowned as he looked down at the blooms he'd accidentally crushed, feeling a twinge of guilt as he carefully pulled them from the crown and let them drop back to the dirt. His task complete, he held the crown much more carefully this time as he looked over at the figure. "Christos?" He called cautiously. He didn't want to hope, but with the blondness, the flowers... It seemed right.

The blonde was too far away for his face to be seen, but he had been staring at the boy absent mindedly the entire time, his short - when put into the perspective of immortality - time with his Seth. He blinked, snapping out of it. The voice...had said his name. The cautiousness in tone made it almost unrecognizable, almost. The uncertainty seemed to shift it, but underneath that emotionally charged unsureness was the sound of the same voice which would wake him up in the morning - unlike Valak, he did sleep, and dream, he dreamed and it was so, the Source creating - and his hands began to tremble. Could that really be his little Flower?

He took a step forward, unsure himself. Was this real? Another step closer. Could that really be his love? He was here all along? No, it was so far, he would have had to travel up form the south. But...still, here he was. "S-Seth?" His voice came out shaky. He was scared that this was an illusion, a trick of the light, a dream, something, anything but what he prayed it was. "SETH?!" Tears streamed down his cheeks as he made a dash to embrace the human, nearly knocking them both down in an accidental tackle-hug.

Hardly daring to hope, Seth stared at the figure in return, blinking in confusion. A god like Christos had so many places to be, why would he be here? But he was here, and that was all that mattered. A part of him was just worried in knowing that it really was Christos; what if he left again? But the majority of Seth was just completely and utterly thrilled to see him again. The flowers slipped from his fingers as he threw his arms around him, beginning to cry. One foot went back to steady them, not wanting to fall into the dirt and water. Any doubts he had completely vanished for the time being the instant he felt his touch again. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against X's shoulder. "Christos." He repeated, not bothering to question it this time, his voice was just shaky and rather choked up.

He was always emotional but it had become unsafe for him to be without anyone to protect him, but he wasn't thinking about that now. All he was thinking about was Christos, and that he was here, now, with him. Seth's hands slid down to grip the front of the god's shirt tightly, holding him close. It was as much to reassure himself that Chris was really here as it was to hold him there, not wanting him to leave. In this case it had nothing to do with him having left him before, it was just that everything felt too good to be real and he was afraid, so afraid that if he let go... Chris wouldn't be there anymore and it all would have been a dream. And at this point, Seth couldn't handle that.

Kisses were places along the neck of the mortal, "It's you, it's really you?" His voice still unsure, how perfect the timing, if extremely later than he would have liked, to be reunited the day after he found out of Valak's lover, that he'd find his again. He laughed into the neck of Seth, unable to contain his joy. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou kept playing in his head. Arms fixated firmly about the small boy's waist, not wanting him to slip away and vanish again, because this felt too surreal, X kept doubting if it was actually happening. "I was so scared, when the temple got bombed by the Americans, oh god, everyone died. But I didn't feel YOU pass on, I didn't know what to do. I..." He squeezed him tightly. "I'm just glad we're together again." X smiled weakly, his heart pounding in his chest.

Seth closed his eyes as he leaned against him, nodding as best as he could without moving away from him. He sniffled slightly, his grip only tightening. When he had originally realized that Chris had left him, Seth had vague fantasies of standing up for himself, of asking the god very professionally why he had left, of making sure he wouldn't do it again. None of that happened, of course. He just cried and held on to him tighter, his voice muffled slightly by the god's shirt and chest. "I looked for you, I waited for you. I waited for you as long as I could but you never came, you left me, why did you leave me? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I'll listen better, I won't again, just tell me what it was and just don't leave me." He sobbed against him almost incoherently, his voice rising in near hysteria. He'd thought it was bad being left by Chris once, but now that he had him back, the thought of losing him twice was for more than he was able to handle.

Christos pulled away, lifting up Seth's chin so he could look into his eyes. "Leave you? Waited? Dearest, where did YOU go? I...the temple was attacked. Everyone was lost, gods. I'm so sorry...these undead, they finally came. The survivors went up to the temple, but the dead followed suit. All it took as one infected among them...when the Americans finally came to help, it was too late. Instead of saving them, they bombed the mountainside." His grip tightened at the memory. I turned over every stone to find you...where did you go? X wasn't perfect, he did not know of the secondary temple nearby 18th temple. Technically a more shrine-like location, smaller in scale. Not built him. And he wasn't omniscient or all-seeing. He didn't know...

He wanted to desperately to stop all this talking and properly kiss his man, but he needed to know what became of Seth. X was visiting another temple at the time Seth's was bombed - as he neglected them ever since he began his relationship, he would visit the 18th more often than any of the other 20 temples of his across the globe. But of course, once the home of his love was attacked, he hightailed it to South America to see if he made it out okay.

Seth struggled to take a breath through his crying, desperately trying to get himself together. And even if he couldn't calm himself, he needed to be able to actually tell him what had happened. He swallowed hard, his eyes desperately searching Chris's as he looked back up at him. "I knew that with all the people dying and with everything going on you wouldn't be okay, so I went to look for you. But I didn't know where you were or where to go or where there even was to go so I went home but no one was there, and it made everything seem smaller. And I waited for you. And I waited and I waited and I waited and I waited and you never came." He broke down again, leaning against him once again. All he'd wanted to do was help Christos, because he knew how much pain his love must have been in when everything started. He just wanted to find him and help him, but it wasn't exactly a secret he had no real survival skills. And having grown up just in the temple, he had no real knowledge of almost anything in the area. He just assumed that what he had found was just his home and he remembered it wrong, because why would there be another temple so close by? Especially that he hadn't heard of?

Chris was trembling. "You went home? How...is that possible?" He didn't understand how that could be. He didn't know what to say, and merely pressed their bodies tightly together, holding him close. "I promise, I won't leave your side from now on. I'm...I'm so sorry. I thought I was mistreating my other followers...but then...everything went upside down. Now you are all I have. I should have realized sooner, you are all I need, not temples and worshipers...just my Blossom." He said, referencing his fiance's flower fixation. The god only wanted to be with his boy, keep him happy and safe from the outside world.

"I don't know, I just know that I did." Seth insisted desperately, pulling back again to look up at him. His lashes were dark with tears as he peered at him up through them, wet stains left behind on the god's shirt from where he had been crying. "You had to make sure everyone was alright. I know you have to visit and check on everyone, just.... please, please don't leave me again." He repeated for what felt like the dozenth time. Still, the thought of being left again terrified him enough he didn't think he could ever say it too many times. A small smile escaped at the nickname, and he felt himself relax slightly. No one else ever called him that, and the sound of it made him feel like everything was going to be okay again. Christos would make sure it would be. He would protect him.

He placed a rose behind Seth's ear, one that had bloomed at their feet. "I don't plan to." He grinned softly down at him. "I don't plan to." And with that, X kissed Seth's nose. "I love you so much, you do know that, my flower? And I mean that, more than anyone else." He let their noses touch, a smile wide across his face, ear to ear. "How did you survive the trip to New York?" He asked, wondering how such a delicate little thing survived miles upon miles from South America to the Eastern Coast of the United States.

Sniffling slightly, Seth reluctantly released his grip from the shirt to wipe at his eyes, swallowing hard as he scrubbed away remaining tears. Still, his voice remained a bit shaky even with the lack of crying. He smiled when X kissed his nose and leaned forward to touch noses with him, only relaxing more. "I love you too. I didn't know what to do without you." He admitted earnestly. "I'm only good at one thing, really. So I used that one thing." He bit his lip as he looked up at him, unsure of his reaction. Of course he was a prostitute and was usually pretty blunt about that and all it entailed, but there was a difference between being one dedicated to a god he happened to love and being one just to survive the trip across countries. But he knew he had to make it work or he would die. And he couldn't do that to Chris, and he couldn't be separated from him even more.

X laughed, "Oh? No, no...I wouldn't say only one thing, my sweet. Don't sell yourself short." He cooed, wiping away his hair from his face. "I missed that smile of your's." He admitted, leaning closer, so that their lips almost touched. "Was anyone exceptionally good?" He inquired. He didn't mind sharing Seth with people. Again, to him, all forms of love was valid, and he wanted everyone to be happy. Although he doubted he himself would lie with anyone but Seth. Sure, he had taken other sacred prostitutes in the past, but no one he loved before. He brushed his lips across Seth's.

"I missed everything about you." Seth sighed slightly, blinking slowly as he studied him. "Some were okay, but not compared to you." he half-teased, then grew momentarily serious. "It's different when you have to. At home everyone knew the rules, and it's easier to decide who you choose. And I had you. But there's no rules outside of the temple and I didn't have you there to help me when I needed you to and there's so much less control..." He knew he was babbling again and he stopped to catch his breath, looking up at him desperately. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath before he went up on his tiptoes to get to Chris's level better, the movement shifting him close enough that he finally kissed him, like he'd been aching to do since he'd first seen him again.

Chris stumbled back a bit, surprised by the kiss, though it was only a matter of time till one of them caved in. He cupped Seth's face, not wanting it to end. It was a rough sloppy, messy, beautiful kiss, X not hesitating to put in a little tongue here and some lip biting there. His hips snap forward, grinding against Seth's crotch. "God, I missed this." He half-moaned into the mouth of Seth between kisses.

Of course this was nowhere near the first kiss Seth had since his last meeting with Chris, but it was by far the best. No one else's were as dizzying or left him quite that pleasantly breathless, both because of the experience an immortal had and, more importantly, the emotional side of things. He wasn't attached to anyone the way he was with Chris, of course. Everything was better with his god. His hands slid up and his fingers laced together behind Chris's neck, holding him insistently. He pressed up against him tightly, closing his eyes. He pulled away for a split second, both to catch his breath and pant, "I missed everything about you." before he was kissing him again, and he was so much happier than he had been since they were separated.

Chris pulled away after a few pecks. He smiled softly and pressed their foreheads together. "I wish I had somewhere safe to take you. A place for us to-" X stopped himself. His arms finally left Seth's waist, and instead, placed one around his back, pulling him into a tight hug, whilst another snaked about his neck. He knew he didn't need to say anything more.

"There's some technically safe places, just not... Not comfortable ones." Seth shrugged one shoulder as he looked back up at him. Although he had been used to an almost lavish temple, he wasn't just being prissy. He wanted somewhere that he would feel safe and happy with Christos, where they could cuddle and not just hook up. If he was honest with himself, he wanted a home, somewhere they could just stay away from all of the bad stuff. And he knew Chris would leave to check on people, and that was okay because it meant he cared and that was why Seth loved him, but he'd always come back and they could spend as much time together as they wanted. He leaned against Chris, his hands sliding from the blonde's neck to his shoulders.

He chuckled, "Well then, safe and comfortable ones. Ones where the others can't find us. Find you." Because, unlike X, Seth would not survive a bite. He gulped down the bad thoughts. "Now, let's try to find someplace dry and out from the open..." He wanted a nice play to just lay together, without worry of being found by the undead or mugged by a desperate human.

Seth looked up at him, kissing his cheek to dispel what worries he could. "You'll protect me." He said simply, as if that was that. He had absolutely no doubts that Chris would be able to protect him. "Besides, you'll lose me eventually. You're immortal." He pointed out. His voice was calm, since this was something he had thought about before. He would get old and wrinkly and die, and X would stay perfect. Still, he swallowed hard and automatically shifted a fraction closer to him.

X remained unmoved by that comment. "There....are ways..." was all he said, in response to removing the mortality from a person. He'd find a suitable way to do so, not vampirism. He couldn't imagine seeing Seth drink another's blood, though X would have no problem giving his own - he was unsure the effects of his golden blood would have on Seth(and he wondered what would Valak's black blood do to a vampire). Probably nothing good. "I will do my best to, my pet, but...neither of us are very fond about harming someone else...unless it is you directly asking..." He said, shrugging off the comment about possible sadomasochism. Outside of that, and maybe a mercy killing, X wouldn't be able to bring himself to hurt a human.

Seth frowned slightly, absently reaching up to brush blond locks away from X's face. "I don't doubt you, I'll never doubt you, but don't give yourself false hope." He pleaded, his fingers lingering on X's cheek. At the brief mention of potential sadomasochism, he looked momentarily thoughtful. He was always quick to focus on anything sexual, given that he was raised to be a whore. And especially when it meant he got to leave the conversation of his own death and violence in general. "If that's what you want." He bit his lip lightly. He didn't have a lot of personal kinks, all he wanted was his partner to be happy, especially Chris. Whatever Chris wanted, Seth was completely willing to do. It never bothered him, no matter what it was he was fine. He adapted quickly, and it was that Chris was happy that made him happy, and being with him in anyway.

His cheeks colored, "Oh, uh....I'm...if you want?" He didn't want Seth to agree solely because it was what X wanted to explore, he wanted foll consent of Seth's own free will. The god was unaware just how codependent his fiance was. BDSM was...one of his few fetishes, the idea of being worshiped needed no explanation, he was a god, and sure, some followers devoted themselves to him fully in the past(master-slave and other such kinky relationships), and being tied up or tying someone up...well, there was this temple in Egypt, where the concubines of the holy men would use these silk scarfs and ribbons and god, was it an art form. Back in reality, he pulled Seth into a soft kiss, "Let's get out of here and into some building, I don't like being in the open too long..."

"Whatever you want sounds good to me." Seth insisted. "I just want you to be happy. Anything that makes you happy, makes me happy." He nodded once, determinedly. It was his job to make his partner happy, and to make his god happy. He was just lucky enough they were the same person. Smiling, he kissed him back contentedly, sighing slightly. "Lead the way." He nodded, bending down to scoop up a handful of flowers to make crowns out of.

Taking Seth by one hand, he carefully led him on the driest path possible to a rather secure abandoned building where he knew they wouldn't be bothered for quite some time. Thank the Source that there was a pre-made camp there, mattresses and a few tin cans of food. The former inhabitants left in a hurry, but X told him to wait by the tents as he scoped out the place - promising to be back real soon - to check for any zombies. The place was clear. He assumed a hoard came through, the humans fled, and the hoard moved on. "Safe..." He said upon returning. "Safe and dry...let's start a fire?" He suggested, pointing to a trash can full of kindling. Shame the humans fled, probably dead, with all their stuff having been behind. How lucky he and Seth where to find this place. He'd further fortify it in the morning.

Seth followed after him contentedly, perfectly happy to have flowers in one hand and his love in the other. He watched Chris walk away, frowning slightly as he folded his arms. He didn't want to be away from him for too long, too worried that something would happen to one of them and he'd never see Chris again. He'd already been through that once, he couldn't again. Still, X had asked him to stay, and he didn't want to raise a fuss by protesting. What if Seth's clinginess bothered him and he stopped loving him? So Seth waited, absently twisting the flowers together in a chain until his return, where he relaxed visibly. "A fire would be nice." He agreed with a nod, shifting a bit closer to Chris.

Sitting down near the trashcan, he ignited it, though it took a few tries. He pulled Seth into his lap, with him facing X. He smiled and proceeded to kiss and bit along his neck and collar bone. It left a few marks, hickeys. Nice purple bruise-like brands, telling the world that this boy was taken.

Seth followed him over to the fire, smiling slightly at its warmth. He was holding his hands over it to soak it in when X tugged him down, and he was more than happy to comply. There were many ways this could go, and he looked forward to any and all of them. His dark eyes studied X, not looking away as he carefully set the flower crown to the side so he could more properly focus on the delightful task at hand. His hands went up to rest on Chris's shoulders and his breath left in a gentle gasp at X's ministrations. "I love you." He promised once he had his breath back, closing his eyes.

X pulled away, and pressed their lips together roughly and quickly, pulling back before giving Seth a chance to reciprocate the embrace. "Felling better?" He asked, worried about how he acted earlier, apologizing profusely for something that was not his fault. He rested his head against Seth's shoulder. He might be the more dominant of the two, but even he needed to feel taken care of at times. Cradling his love in his arms, he felt his broken form begin to repair itself, but the tang of guilt was still there underneath it all, blaming himself. He should have searched harder back down South. He should have found that temple, wherever it was, he should have known.

Seth automatically leaned forward to try and continue the kiss, but X pulled away, leaving Seth pouting slightly. Of course he was feeling better, but that wasn't his first concern. "Are you?" He worried, his arms sliding from the blond's shoulders to wrap around him, pulling him close. One hand moved for just a second, snatching up the almost complete flower crown, but it didn't stay away for long. He plucked one of the flowers growing behind Chris and weaved it in to finish the crown, carefully setting it on Chris's head before hugging him again.

Smiling, he nodded. "Of course I am. I'm complete now. Because I'm with you." He said. The flower crown was fragrant. The scent of wild flowers, like a perfume, filled the air and stained whatever the light scent touched, so that the aroma clung to the two of them. If only there was a flower whose smell repelled the undead. Now that would be handy. X pushed down the thoughts of blame and tried to focus on the thing ahead of him, the boy before him, and what to do to keep him healthy and breathing and alive. The past was the past, he needed to focus on the now and the tomorrow.

Seth smiled, blushing slightly as he looked back at him. "I'm glad you're alright. That's all that matters." He nodded, leaning forward to kiss the god's cheek in a surprisingly chaste manner for him. He sighed slightly, shifting his weight just a fraction. "I told you about my time away. What happened to you while I was gone?" He asked gently,

He frowned, "I searched for you, when I couldn't find you down there...I searched other temples on this continent. Found them overrun. Tried to save those I could, but...you are the last of my followers, as far as I am aware. I took what I could, saved what I could, from my shrines. Then I wandered the states, from Washington down to California's southern boarder. Then I headed Eastward, then made my way up here, to Manhattan. I tried to help survivors, but...there wasn't much I could do. I know of now way to stop....this...thing from spreading. I...found an old friend...like a brother to me...my opposite...Valakath." He paused, he talked very little of the Outsider to his followers, always scared they'd go to him, because, in the end, they always do. "Saw him sulking - er - sitting in silence in a sunken part of the city. We talked...about you." His face flushed.

"I'm sorry, I should have stayed..." Seth bit his lip, then swallowed hard. He didn't need to bring up what he should have done and potentially make Chris more upset. "It's okay, oh honey I'm so sorry." He leaned forward to kiss his forehead, hands sliding up to cup his cheeks. "It's not your fault. Any of it, me or what's happened. Please don't blame yourself." He pleaded, looking at him intently. "I don't mind you talking about me. I suppose it's flattering, since you're a god and all. I would have talked about you, if I had anyone to talk to." He promised, gently shifting Chris's chin up to rest his forehead against his, closing his eyes. "I love you, I promise I always will."


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"I have always loved you," X said in return, "Before I even met you, I knew my existence lacked something, and upon seeing you there, lying naked on that bed back in that temple all those years ago, I knew I found my heart, in that moment when we were connected, made one....I became whole." With half-closed eyes, his dreamy expression seemed to melt against Seth, holding him tight and close, as if to attempt and become one again.

"I'm glad I could help you." Seth smiled slightly, opening his eyes again to look back at him. "I was always taught to make you happy, even before I met and now I get to." He reached up to readjust the crown he had placed on Chris, "I never thought I'd actually get to meet you, I yet knew I was supposed to be ready to. And then I met you and everything was just... perfect."

"Perfect," X repeated. Yes, it was, life with Seth was perfect. Even in the midst of the apocalypse. He felt...calm, centered, balanced, with Seth by his side. He smiled and pulled the younger male closer, pressing their chests together, longing for more physical contact. He was deprived of such for so long, after all, and he missed holding his soon-to-be husband.

Seth smiled as he leaned against him, resting his arms on X's shoulders and holding him close. "I'm glad you found me." He sighed softly. "Both now, after we got separated, and originally. I mean you're a god and I'm just a whore but you choose me and..." he cut himself off by leaning forward to kiss him, grinning.

He was glad Seth shut himself up. He HATED when he said he was just a whore. A SACRED prostitute was more than just a slut, more than just a good time. They healed the body and soul, and while most were 'married to god' metaphorically, this one was going to be, literally. He kissed him back, quick, short pecks on the lips, no tongue prodding into Seth's mouth like before. He'd take it slow, this time around.

It wasn't as though Seth thought lowly of himself, he just thought very highly of Christos. In comparison to his god, everyone was inferior. Seth just included himself with 'everyone' in that instance. Well, maybe just a touch higher because dammit, Christos had chosen him. Him, out of all the whores in all the temples. Seth had never minded his job, he actually liked it. But he didn't deserve Chris, because no one was perfect enough to deserve Chris. But he did everything he could to, which was why he was perfectly happy to go with whatever pace Chris had decided, kissing him back slow and sweet.

Gripping the bottom of Seth's shirt, X hastefully pulled it, off, running his fingers across his chest, eyeing the hickeys he had given him earlier, eager to add unto it. "My gods, you are beautiful," he exclaimed - what would qualify as a god unto a god? The universe? The Source and Void, from which X and Valakath came? He smirked as be bit down softly on Seth's neck, as if a vampire, wanting to feel him squirm in his arms.

Seth reluctantly moved away from X so his shirt could come up, but the instant it was off he was leaning forward again, desperate for physical contact that he wanted, not just had to have to survive. And gods, he wanted his god. Needed him, after being alone for so long. "Not as much as you are." He insisted, as he always did. His neck arched as Chris nipped at it and he made an odd sound halfway between a sigh and a groan, shifting his hips as his hands came up to grip the front of Chris's shirt. He knew exactly what X was doing, just trying to get a response from him, but of course it still worked.

He pulled back, teeth marks imprinted on the soft flesh. He enjoyed watching Seth lose control because of him. "William..." He whispered into his ear, using his middle name, names given to humans to protect them from witchcraft, as knowing their middle name, and thus their full name, gave one power over them. And, of course, X had power over Seth, just not because of witchery. "What do you want me to do to you?" He breathed against Seth's skin.

Having the middle name thing explained to him by X once, Seth knew exactly what it meant. And to a certain extent, that knowledge thrilled him. He moaned softly into his ear, shifting a bit more, especially when Chris spoke again. It wasn't a question he was asked often, but he had come to terms with it since being with him. He was meant to give others pleasure and his own was just a bonus, and that was what he was used to. It didn't bother him in the least, however. He liked to make others happy, especially Chris, and that made him happy as a result. "What do you want to do to me?" He returned, his breath speeding up rapidly.

"Not fair," he teased, "I asked first..." He said, right before kissing him deeply, passionately. There was no words that needed to be said, it was clear what X wanted from Seth. Still, he wanted to hear him say it, request what was to be done. In meticulous detail.

Seth chuckled breathlessly, immediately distracted once again by him. Almost reluctantly he broke off again, dark staring back at X. "Everything." He panted, "I've missed you so much, my god, and I want... I just want you, however you want, just please fuck me, I'll do anything you want me too." He was already begging and they hadn't even been together again for that long, much less spent any time in a compromising position. Still, Seth didn't particularly care. He didn't hide much in general, and with Christos he was a completely open book.

ta-da. we have our own place

He gulped, and nodded fast. "Yes, I..." He exhaled. "Okay. But if I go to fast, too rough....If I hurt you at any time...please say something." He said as he hastefully undid his belt, kissing Seth hard, with tongue. A sloppy, passionate kiss, desperate for it. For him.

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